BFT | Chapter 28

After helping the beast put on his top, the chief jailer fastened the iron bracelet back onto his wrist and dressed him in a skirt. With his mouth tightly shut and not saying a word to the beast, he still had an angry face. The chief jailer lifted the beast up in one smooth motion and headed toward the bed.

As the chief jailer laid him on the bed and covered him with the sheet, the beast wrote into the air.

"So the escape is canceled now, right?"

"...."

The chief jailer froze, then glared at the beast. It was a frightening look, but the beast did not waver and stared back. Soon the chief jailer yanked the sheet up to the beast’s chest and turned away. After washing himself with water from the pump, he pulled on his own clothes. Then he gathered supplies into a bucket and headed for the bars, but suddenly turned back. The beast tensed at the face that was still as angry as ever.

Is he coming back up on me again?

The chief jailer set the bucket down on the iron table and walked toward the beast with firm steps. The beast instinctively drew back.

Demons regarded equivalent exchange as an important principle. Since he had already shackled the chief jailer as a slave, the beast had intended not to refuse if he wanted bedchamber matters, but he still felt a little sick of it. Hey, beast, we just did a lot of it earlier....

The chief jailer was excessively energetic, and he was excessively skilled at sex. He knew how to enter with exquisite precision while watching the other person’s reaction. His penis was monstrously big, even more of a burden than taking two prisoners’ cocks at once. He also dragged out ejaculation for so long that the beast felt far more exhausted than when dealing with prisoners. When the chief jailer mounted him and pressed down with his whole body, it even felt like being raped by a three-headed monster giant, not a human being.

The chief jailer flopped down beside the beast. The bed was not especially narrow, but the chief jailer was so large that the beast nearly rolled off the side. The chief jailer lifted the beast lightly with both hands and laid him across his own body.

With one hand, the chief jailer stroked the beast’s back as he stared into the air for a long time. The beast wrote in front of his eyes.

"You’re not doing it?"

"Why? You want to do it again? Should I?"

"Do whatever the chief jailer wants."

"Then sleep. I’m going to sleep too."

At that, the beast lifted his head to look at the chief jailer. Without taking his eyes off the air, the chief jailer said, "I’m sleeping here. It’s too much trouble to go all the way to my room."

From that tone, seemingly indifferent at first glance, the beast read the chief jailer’s strong assertion of self. He was claiming, You belong to me. He was shouting that the two of them were in the same room, lying on the same bed, sleeping with their bodies pressed together. It was his protest to the beast, who had said that the chief jailer and I aren’t anything to each other.

Was this human possessiveness?

Humans supposedly had such delicate sensibilities that they often did not even understand their own hearts. The beast did not know how much of his own possessiveness the chief jailer was aware of, but it frightened him.

The Baphomet race was androgynous, so anyone could take on either role in mating, which meant they hardly had possessiveness over their mating partners at all. Of course, there were quite a few demon races divided into male and female, but their tendencies were not all that different from those of the Baphomet race. Demons lived very long lives, so there was no need for them to become desperate over mating partners.

But humans had short lives. Their sex ratio was also imbalanced, with far more men than women. Thus, their ecology had developed into a structure where many men competed for one woman who could become pregnant. Their social systems also actively helped out with the competition, and all human men were born with a strong possessiveness toward mates. It was fundamentally different from demons, who felt no hesitation about sharing one person among many.

Chief jailer.... If it’s hard, just endure it until January 15. After that, the chief jailer can possess me for the rest of his life.

Even if he had become a slave, the chief jailer’s suffering over being unable to escape Abaddon Prison was still ongoing. He was only enduring desperately, thinking, Since that brat wants it, I have to put up with it. The beast cursed himself once more for that impulsive act he had committed that night. If he had kept pretending to be stupid all the way to the end, he would have left this place without any serious conflict with the chief jailer.

"I’ll only endure this until today."

At the chief jailer’s abrupt words, the beast snapped back to attention. Puzzled, he looked up, and the chief jailer glared at him with only his eyes lowered.

"Now that I think about it, I feel like I got played by you. Seems like you were pulling a trick on me to make me give up ahead of time."

The beast could hardly believe his ears. The chief jailer raised his upper body. In response, the beast sat up too and stared at him dumbly.

The chief jailer grabbed the beast’s chin with one hand and tilted his face up, then rubbed his thumb over the beast’s lips. That gesture was completely different from the awkward motion he had made on the first day the beast was locked in Abaddon Prison, when he had put a finger into the beast’s mouth to inspect the wound there. The natural, unhesitating movement now rubbing over these lips showed all too clearly how drastically the relationship between the chief jailer and the beast had changed in just one week.

The chief jailer met the beast’s gaze directly.

"You’re leaving tomorrow. Understand?"

The beast’s mind went blank.

Did the enchantment spell fail again?

Even after directly injecting mana into the chief jailer’s body...?

"I’ve already fallen for you twice. The third time won’t work."

The chief jailer kept rubbing his thumb over the beast’s lips. The look he gave the beast was as cold as if all the chill of winter had been concentrated there.

"I forgot that you’d been acting like a perfect idiot for two whole months. You’re cunning. Just like a demon, you know how to manipulate people’s psychology skillfully."

"...."

"In the Garden of Eden, the snake seduced Eve with its three-inch tongue and corrupted her, didn’t it? You’ve corrupted me twice now. With your devious seduction."

Without giving the beast room to respond, the chief jailer continued, "I’ll say this one last time. This is the human world, and from now on you have to live as a human. You need to conform to human rules. And by human standards, you’re suffering horrific abuse. You need help."

The chief jailer let go of the beast’s face.

"In the human world, they teach people to rescue those in danger. Like the Good Samaritan. I won’t ask anymore why you insist on staying here. That’s not important anymore."

There was no time to think deeply about why the magic did not work on the chief jailer. The beast hastily wrote into the air.

"I know what’s in the chief jailer’s heart."

"You’re not planning to stay with me only until I adapt to the human world."

"You want to make me your mate."

"What human men call a wife."

"Yes."

Surprisingly, the chief jailer answered immediately without dragging it out.

"Your ecosystem takes mates by force anyway, right? You can never beat me, and I’m going to take you home with me. Even if you don’t like me, you have to accept me. I swear, you’ll never survive in this world alone."

The chief jailer added in a mocking tone, "You’re way too pretty. Human beings, whether men or women, won’t leave you alone. It’s only a matter of time before those horns are discovered. There’s no man more suitable than me to serve as your escort and protect you in the human world. You’ve seen multiple times how strong I am, so you know that well enough."

At those words, the beast understood clearly. Tomorrow, he would be forcibly dragged out of Abaddon Prison.

"Use whatever disguise identity you want, whether my wife, my younger brother, or whatever. But if I had to advise you, it would be more advantageous to act as my wife in crowded places. Humans won’t dare lay a hand on a married woman as long as her husband is beside her."

The beast lowered his head. Faced with the chief jailer’s unexpectedly uncompromising attitude, he could no longer think of a plan. The man’s determination to sever the beast’s orgies with the prisoners as quickly as possible had become frightening.

Luckily, today was Sunday, so there was no state schedule. While Arthur enjoyed himself with the prisoners, the beast would have to hole up alone in the court’s private study and work out a plan.