Lewd skill in a filthy world-Chapter 88. I’m the filthbound

After waiting for nearly five hours for supplies, Lilian finally made it back to their room—only to find things had gotten worse.

Shin was lying flat on the bed, shirt removed, and Sylvia was hunched over him, gently massaging his shoulders. There was a large, swollen bump along his upper back, grotesquely raised, like something had made a nest beneath his skin.

"Lilian," Sylvia said without looking up, voice low and urgent. "Look... it’s moving."

Lilian stepped forward cautiously, her eyes wide, dread curdling in her gut. She reached out a hesitant hand, touching the bump. It throbbed under her fingers, warm and wrong, like flesh pregnant with something it shouldn’t be.

A pained groan slipped from Shin’s lips.

"Brought any supplies?" Sylvia asked.

Lilian lowered her head and shook it. "Just one bottle of water. Nothing else came today."

Her stomach rumbled loudly. "I’m dying of hunger..."

"I know, right? And lately it feels like we’ve been getting hungrier faster than usual," Sylvia said with a weak chuckle.

"Still..." Lilian turned to Shin and gently wrapped her arm behind his back, helping him sit upright. "We’ve gotta stay strong. For the divine master. He has to get better."

Sylvia nodded as Lilian slowly poured water between Shin’s parched lips. He drank greedily, lips barely parting as he gulped it down like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

And in a way, it was.

Shin heard everything. He was conscious. Aware. Alert. But trapped. His body refused to move. His MP had drained so low that even blinking felt like a chore. The pain in his back didn’t stop—it stabbed and throbbed with every breath. But all he could do was lie there, groaning like a wounded animal and waiting to see how much worse this could get.

After he drank, the girls laid him back down and watched over him.

He didn’t sleep. He never truly slept anymore. Even though his eyes stayed closed, he could still tell how many days had passed. He could feel the passing of time, right down to the hour. His sense of the world hadn’t faded.

By the time it neared midnight, he picked up on a rustle of soft, deliberate footsteps just outside the window. Two pairs. Careful. Measured.

Not friendly.

Sylvia was snoring softly. Lilian was half-awake, her senses dulled from the constant gnawing of hunger after days without proper food.

The footsteps shifted. From the window... to the door.

Then came the sound—

Clack... clik...

Soft metallic clicks against the door.

Lockpicks.

You bastards...

Shin began to thrash, limbs barely twitching, humming broken noises in his throat. A warning. A scream. Anything. But it was like shouting into a void. Neither girl stirred.

Get up! Come on, move! Do something, you useless NPCs!!

The door creaked open.

The footsteps entered calm and careful. They didn’t cause a scene. They just walked right in and ignored the girls entirely, heading straight toward Shin. In his helpless state, he could only lie there and feel the rough grip of hands fumbling for his wrists. Then—

Rope.

His arms were being tied up.

"Hmm... hmmm!!" He grunted weakly, squirming.

A stifled laugh answered him.

The intruders: Lan and Tan. The scum brothers. Tan grinned like a gremlin, his eyes gleaming. Lan looked annoyed already, dragging his palm across his face as if bored by his brother’s antics.

Now that the hacker boy was tied up, the girls would be no problem. They could do anything they wanted. Hell, they could kill them, and the system won’t do anything to them. They weren’t real people. Just NPCs.

Tan moved to Lilian’s side. Lan approached Sylvia.

As Tan reached for Lilian, his fingers brushed her thigh and that’s when she snapped.

Her eyes flew open, and when she saw the intruder, her body surged upward with force, and she slammed her forehead straight into Tan’s mouth. The impact was brutal that blood gushed, and two of Tan’s front teeth clattered to the ground.

"Ughh!! You fuckin’ bitch!!" Tan yelled, stumbling back, his hand covering his bleeding face.

Lilian rose to her feet, barefoot on the cold floor, dressed in only a soft nightdress. Her fists were clenched, eyes burning.

"You again...?" she growled, eyes narrowing at the familiar, short figure with a mustache.

Tan grinned through blood. "Of course! How could someone as handsome as me be forgotten?"

The noise and Lan’s grip had stirred Sylvia awake. But unlike Lilian, the dwarf girl looked terrified, backing away as Lan loomed over her like a predator.

And Shin... Shin burned. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t shout. Couldn’t wake up, grab his daggers and tear their throats out.

Not Sylvia! Don’t let these creeps touch her! She’s mine. Mine alone!!

As if hearing her master’s silent command, Lilian acted. She spun and kicked Tan hard in the jaw, sending him crashing into the open door, which slammed shut with the impact.

Instead of groaning, the bastard licked his lips and smiled. "Just like I imagined... those bare feet of yours are soft, hostess. Felt like heaven."

Lilian sneered. "How’s this for soft?"

She reached behind her, grabbed one of her gauntlets from the table, and hurled it at him—smacking his face dead-on even in the dim light. At the same time, she slid the other gauntlet onto her right hand.

Her eyes locked on Lan. "Let her go," she said coldly.

Lan didn’t flinch. He pulled out a small switchblade and flicked it open, pressing it against Sylvia’s neck. "Or what?"

Lilian didn’t blink. "Or I kill your pathetic brother."

Without waiting, she planted her heel in Tan’s gut, grinding it in. He howled in pleasure and pain.

Lan chuckled. "Really?"

"YES!"

Lilian pressed harder, her heel digging deep. But the bastard below her just moaned with delight and grinned up her skirt, fixated on her underwear with wide eyes.

"Filthy pervert," Lilian spat.

Tan only moaned beneath her. "Hurts so good..."

"Stop enjoying this, idiot!" Lan snapped. "Take this seriously!"

"I am!" Tan wheezed, blood dripping from his chin. "It’s just—her pain—it’s delicious!"

Lilian’s face twisted in disgust. She slammed her gauntlet-covered fist into his face—but Tan blocked her blow with surprising speed and instantly, his demeanor shifted.

His smile vanished.

His voice dropped. Cold. Serious.

"I like pain from your flesh," he growled. "But metal? That’s not my kink."

With a sudden yank, he pulled Lilian forward and threw her across the room. She hit the wall with a heavy thud.

"Get your filthy hands off me!!" Sylvia shrieked, struggling under Lan’s grip as his hands wandered where they shouldn’t.

And Shin...

Shin snapped.

His eyes rolled back, teeth clenched so tight his gums bled. Rage boiled over until it turned black. This is my room... my servants... and these scum think they can just walk in and—

NO.

I’M THE FILTHBOUND, FOR FUCK’S SAKE!

SYSTEM! DO SOMETHING!!!

Everything around him exploded—then faded. The room, the noise, the pain—all dissolved into shadow.

Shin now floated in an endless black void. Soundless. Weightless. Alone.

A low, thrumming red light flickered behind him.

He turned.

And there, waiting in the dark, was a figure grinning with wicked teeth—too white and too sharp. The figure had a shape that defied sanity.

A presence that screamed wrong. And if he had to name it, there wouldn’t be any other name befitting it except for The Devil.

"Called out for my help, did you?" it purred.

TBC

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