I threw Jessie into the barn, and she burst into laughter.

"I knew it! You are a pervert!"

Hmm-click.

+1 Pair of Handcuffs

I yanked her around--she gasped softly--and I pinned her to the wall to cuff her. "You didn't actually want to interrogate me, ha! You just wanted to do your lewd, degenerate things to my body. P-Pervert!" She breathed heavy, and her face had completely reddened.

Vil stuck his head out of the tank. "Should I leave, Redrim?"

"Don't listen to this idiot," I said. "She's the real pervert here." I anchored her wrists back on the hook.

Hmm-click

+1 Leather Whip

I drew it out and snapped it taut.

Vil sighed. "I'll... take a walk." He hopped out and left.

The barn doors shut, and now I was alone with her.

Her thigh boots were off, and with her shorts, I could feast my eyes down the length of her incredibly smooth legs. They almost glistened. The deepest, most alpha part of my manliness demanded that I stomp over and touch her in all the places that her body language told me to, but--at the end of the day, I was still just a trash can wearing trash knight armor.

I still didn't have a dick with which to conquer this hot slut. It was, at this steamy, hot moment, my greatest shame. And I couldn't let her know. I couldn't let anyone know that the soon-to-be infamous Redrim, a nefarious warrior who, by all accounts, should’ve had the biggest dick on the continent, didn't have a dick at all.

For now, I would channel my deepest resolve to remain chaste in the sinful light of her advances.

"Kyaaa~" she cried out. "I'm so vulnerable." She wiggled her hips at me.

Whap. "Quiet, wench!"

She gasped in ecstasy. Her flowing blond hair fell over her eyes.

Whap.

She moaned, and her legs shivered.

I reared the whip back again, then paused.

Jessie panted for a moment, then looked back at me. "What? Why'd you stop?"

"I got bored," I said.

"What?" She shook around in her binds. "Come on, man. Don't fuck up the mood."

"I dunno." I leaned on the tank. "I just don't know what I'm getting from this."

She narrowed her eyes at me. A strand of hair was stuck in her lip. "Okay, you little shit. You wanna play that game, huh? Fine! I'll never talk! Not in a million years!" she sang. "No matter how hard you try to punish my tight little body, I'll never answer a single question for each hit you punish me with. Certainly not if you happen to instead rip my clothes off and--"

Whap.

"Kya!"

This girl was too much. Even for me. "Alright. Let's start. How did you find out anything about me?"

She spoke between breaths. "Marianna told me. I just talked to the queen and told her about a trash can asshole who I wanted revenge on. She told me that it was you and where you were likely to be." She gulped. "Then I used Cosmic Field scanning to find you the rest of the way."

Whap.

She arched her back and purred.

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"I stabbed you. Why didn't you die, and how did you get your body back?"

"That doesn't count," she said. "That was a two-part question. You'll need to hit me twice for--"

Whap-whap.

"Uhn, yeah," She moaned. "I died, yes. But I was reborn into a new body."

Whap. "How?"

"It's... hard to explain. You wouldn't even believe me if I tried to."

Whap!

"Explain."

"Ah! Y-yes, master~~"

I cringed back. She was taking this way too far.

"Certain people have rulesets that apply to their deaths. Mine was that I had to be reborn into a new world as whatever killed me last."

I turned away in thought. This was indeed hard to believe, almost as if she were just making this up as we were going. Should I punish her for that? No, that would just be rewarding her for lying. But still. It was something I needed to consider. She did know exactly where I was, and she was also able to use Cosmic Field scanning, and besides that--"Hey!" I shouted.

She had somehow gotten out of the handcuffs and out of her clothes. She still had on underwear, but she was working on her bra when I caught her.

"S-sorry, master~" She slipped on the handcuffs and hooked herself back to the pole. Now her perfect body was revealed completely to me. Thin waist, perfect ass, gropable tits that I oh-so-loved--Fuck! She was controlling me! Her plan was to seduce me and escape; I knew it. She had a seduction-and-escape fetish. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

Whap-whap-whap.

The whip slapped her bare skin, slashing red marks across her back and ass and thighs, and she howled in this horrible mix of pleasure and pain.

"Okay," I said. "Something doesn't make sense. If you were reborn as what killed you last, shouldn't you be a recycler right now? I stabbed you, right?"

She gasped for air. "Y-yeah. I went through several more worlds, purposefully getting killed by things that would give me an edge back here." She laughed weakly. "I suppose I got what I wanted, right? A tight, slutty body perfect to be fucked?"

I stepped back. This woman was not just your ordinary lewd. This shit here was, like, the final frontier of degenerate perversion.

Whap!

She trembled.

"If I kill you now," I said. "Would you keep trying to come back?"

She was out of breath now. She didn't answer.

Whap-whap-whap--

"S-stop, master," she cried, "if you can't control yourself, I'll--I'll."

Whap--

Her entire body shivered top to bottom, and she erupted. Her body swayed, her thighs rubbed tight against each other, and she howled in bliss.

--whap!

She dangled from the hook as a sweaty, twitchy mess. I stepped over to unhook her, and she fell to her knees, panting.

"Well?" I asked.

"Nah," she said. "I'm over it. I got my... apology. I wanna... continue on my original quest."

I wound up the whip and stored it for later use. "Original quest?"

She snickered. She turned and hit me with a tired thumbs up. "I'm gonna be a hentai protagonist! Wanna join me?"

"Well, I don't know what a hentai is, and I want no part of it." I climbed the tank and dug around the vending shelf. Then, I tossed her a bottled water and a hoagie.

She chugged the water. I didn't watch. I couldn't. There was just too much shit swimming around in my head, and I felt like I never had the time to mull any of it over. This crazy slut had an equally crazy story, but somehow, it was believable. Could the Grand Magi have truly created such a system?

I felt I had learned most of what I really needed from Jessie, but I needed to figure out my end goal with her. She was an enemy, after all, and while she talks a big talk, she could possibly still be plotting her revenge. If I wanted to be safe, I needed to just end her now.

But that would just piss her off again, right? If she keeps being reborn, she might come back as a Trash Knight and not as a hot woman. Our best bet was to abandon her. Right. That was the plan. Drive her in the middle of nowhere, lock her up in a pillory in the middle of some city--all bent over with her ass out. No, that wouldn't work. She would want that. What a pervert.

Jessie finished her water and tossed the bottle aside. Then, she hit me with those bedroom eyes, and she undid her bra. Her perky breasts fell out. "So," she said. "We gonna fuck now, or what?"

"Uh..."

The barn door snapped open. It was the hero party!

"Greetings, Sir Redrim," the knight shouted. "Pray tell, my good knight, what do you suppose that we all--my heavens!" He, along with the entire party, spotted Jessie naked on the ground.

The healer rushed over to shield her... from me. "You--you fiend!" the healer said. "What are you making this poor maiden do?"

"My word," the knight said. "Have you perchance enslaved this young woman?"

"No," I said, right as Jessie said, "Yes."

"Goddamnit," I groaned.

Vil laughed as he walked in and shut the doors.

The knight drew his fucking sword and raised it skyward. "Worry not, young maiden. Old comrade or not, I will protect your honor." He aimed it at me. “Have at thee, Sir Redrim!”

I let out a long, sad, heavy sigh. The mage aimed his staff at me and began to mumble a spell. Jessie was still naked, and the archer wrapped her in a cloak while the healer protected her. Vil stood in the back, laughing his ass off, and now the knight didn't know if it was okay to fight when I hadn’t even drawn a weapon.

"We were... joking around," Jessie said. "Sorry."

The knight blinked, then burst into laughter and sheathed his sword. "My heavens, what a strange guild you happen to run, my friend."

"What do you want?"

He blushed a bit, looked away almost bashfully, and said, they're kicking us out of town.

"Sounds like a personal problem.”

Jessie stepped over—now wrapped in the archer’s cloak—and kicked me in the shin. She eased close to my ear and said, “If you don’t take them, I’ll make you regret it.”

Vil shrugged in the back. “We could use the company, I suppose.”

“Fine! Fuck! Get in the tank. All of you!”

The party cheered. Vil laughed. Jessie was still naked.

And somehow, without realizing it, we had become a full party of traveling adventurers.