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The Bargainer
Chapter 21

-VB-

There are different types of sexes, and by sex, I mean sexual intercourse.

There are, of course, the “lovey-dovey” intercourse that has the partners just engrossed in each other and in the act that heightens the emotions and feelings of everything. It could be fast or slow, but it’s never about deriving only pleasure; such intercouse wasn’t for the sake of sex but for each other.

And there was “sex for sex.” The kind where partners would meet to just have fun and pleasure. If any babies resulted from this, then generally, there would be a lot of trouble involved.

Then there was “forced” intercourse: rape. Male or female, the stronger partner would overwhelm the weaker partner and forcefully extract sexual pleasure, which the other partner didn’t want. Regardless of their reasons, rapists were those incapable of obtaining partners of their own, whether this was for financial, social, substance, or personal reasons. They were all equally wretched.

When Mouse Protector - Jennifer - dragged me to her bedroom and kissed me, I knew that this was more of a “lovey-dovey” intercouse that focused on two very specific feelings: relief and need.

Our lips met in a crashing kiss again while I continued to ram into her from above. Her wrapped legs around my waist loosened and tightened with the flow as she pulled me deeper into her.

She embraced me and I could feel just how much she didn’t want to let go.

I wrapped my arms under her, and continued to pump her.

When our kiss broke, she gasped and whimpered even as she opened her eyes and locked her eyes with mine in a nearly unblinking stare. Her eyes filled with the need to keep touching me, to know that I was here.

It … actually made me guilty. I left for Planetos on a whim and came back on a whim, but she missed me so much that she jumped me even though she hated being called slut or bitch.

“I-In me-!” she panted as I kissed and nibbled on her neck. “Please-!”

-VB-

Was it me or in the span of time that I’ve been gone, Jennifer filled out even more than before?

I looked down at her barely covered form sleeping next to me after a rather vigorous night. It was morning now, but I doubted that she would wake up any time soon. I caressed her cheek with my fingers, pushing auburn stray hair off of her cheek and over her ear.

Her hips fit into my hands more tightly. Her boobs - soft and firm - had grown. Even her face, she looked more beautiful than before.

And perhaps the most “telling,” her stomach had grown, too. It wasn’t fat; I could tell that much.

Yes, my little Mouse Protector wasn’t so little and she was pregnant (probably).

… I liked the idea of having family. I spent a long time jumping between worlds. Why shouldn’t I settle? It wasn’t like I was going to abandon Earth Bet at this point. I poured too much effort into it, and it wasn’t a complete loss of a world.

My phone rang.

Pausing, I slid out of the bed and walked over to where my clothes and bag were, and ruffled through it until I found my phone.

Flipping it open, I hummed. “Hello, Beast speaking.”

“{Beast. We need you right now. There’s a situation in Ellisburg, New York.}”

The name was familiar…

Oh.

Oh right!

“What’s the situation?” I asked even as I walked into the bathroom for a quick shower. I let the phone float with magic while I took a literal thirty second shower to merely scrub myself down. Ellisberg and Nilbog was a serious situation.

“{PRT Squads 8, 9, 10, 12, and 15 engaged an unknown villain in Ellisburg. PRT NYC dispatched Quentin, Kaliber, Caeserina, and Illustrat to join the squads. Right now, all but squad 12 are dead. Quentin is MIA, Kaliber is KIA, Caeserina is KIA, and Illustrat fled the engagement.”

I grunted. “You want me to rescue squad 12?”

“{Yes, your primary mission is to rescue squad 12 and ascertain the status of the two MIA Protectorate heroes,}” dispatch replied. “{Your secondary mission, once your primary has been completed, is to neutralize the threat at Ellisburg.}”

“Got it. I’ll be in Ellisburg in five minutes.”

“{Acknowledged. The director wants to let you know that any damaged infrastructure as a result of unauthorized high speed atmospheric travel will be repaired at your expense.}”

I chuckled.

“Roger that.”

-VB-

A single use of dimensional gate led me straight to the southern outskirt of Ellisburg.

This was a mistake I made because this area had already been taken over by Nilbog (not yet named)’s monsters.

The monsters, ranging from two headed rabbit with human hands to a freakishly tall and gaunt blue skinned humanoid, turned to look at me.

A few of them screeched before charging me, but I swiped my curled up fingers at them from a distance.

When my hand ended the swipe, it looked like a Battle Wolf’s paw, and all monsters in the direction of the swipe were dead.

Grinning as the rest of my body changed to that of a Battle Wolf, I stared down the stupified monsters.

“Where is your master?” I snarled and let the Battle Wolf’s presence drop onto the battlefield.

Instantly, the grass and monsters nearest to me just … simply ceased to exist.

The others beyond a perfect circle of desolation collapsed to their knees as their hearts exploded within their chests.

Those further than them collapsed and nearly died.

And the furthest away?

They ran. They ran without even looking back.

Even the master influence and innate control of Nilbog could not override their fear.

I turned towards a presence deeper inside the city, but also more lifesigns south of me. Immediately, I pulled in my presence - to not harm those south of me - and ran towards my allies.

I came to a stop in front of a group of monsters momentarily paused in their assault against a much smaller group of PRT officers.

I swiped.

Monsters flew away in multiple pieces each and left me with a befuddled and wounded PRT officers…

I found myself captivated by the woman at the front of this squad with one arm broken and bent oddly and her forehead bleeding from a deep cut that ran across and down to the side of her cheek. Battered, bleeding, and brittle, she still stood with a service pistol in hand. Her blonde hair ran down her head, dusty and bloodied. Her uniform was ripped and burnt in many places, but she still had her modesty.

Athletic, tall, and seasoned veteran.

A warrior.

Hmm.

She reminded me of …

“Is this squad 12?” I asked casually while looking down at them.

She jolted out of whatever stupor she’d been in and nodded. “Emily Piggot, PRT NYC, Squad 12,” she winced as the moment of safety exacerbated her pain as adrenaline started to wear off. Or it had already been wearing off and I just came in time to see her in pain.

I temporarily changed my form back, and quickly casted down a pre-written scroll. Like all of my magics, I could only act miracles or feats of magic through items. I unfurled it and then ripped it. Instantly, everyone in front of me winced as whatever had been wrong about them righted themselves.

“There, you are all healed now,” I replied before looking back towards the center of Ellisburg. “I’ll be back. Where are others?”

She grimaced.

“All other squads died in the line of duty. As for the capes…”

“Yes?”

Her grimace turned into a frown.

“All but Caeserina fled the fight.”

“All three of them?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, they’ll be punished for it,” I hummed.

And then transformed back to a Battle Wolf and ran.

When I arrived at the center of the town with a burst of wind, Nilbog was there, still thinking that he was on the cusp of victory.

This wasn’t a Nilbog who had prepared his MAD deadman’s switch yet.

I swiped.

The confusion on his face made me chuckle as he and the rest of his monsters dropped dead.

“Ah, another good deed done,” I hummed as I walked back. “I should go and find those deserters…”

-VB-

A/N: Can Emily Piggot be a Waifu?