Show Me Your Stats!-Chapter 101

Janus, gripping the rope tautly in both hands, caught hold of Ayra’s hand that had been pushing against his thigh.

"Cancel that! Wait, just hold on a sec! Ah—!"

Regrettably but unsurprisingly, the Pebble’s quest could not be canceled...

On the withered field bathed in a beautiful sunset, Janus manhandled his lover however he pleased. In the blink of an eye, Ayra had been rolled over onto her stomach and ended up with both arms tied behind her back. She flailed her upper body in surprise a few times, then slumped down from exhaustion, and right then, a system notification popped up in front of her.

[Event “Counterattack” succeeded! “Ayra” has successfully provoked “Perverted-Use”!]

No! This isn’t what I meant!

[Tip. During events, try out unusual forms of skinship for a rich Favorability Point reward! :)]

The pop-up from the system was maddening, but now wasn’t the time to get angry at the Pebble. Even on normal days, sex with Janus was hard to handle. Ayra had chosen a mission like "tie your partner’s wrists and ride them rough" thinking maybe it’d be a bit less intense than usual.

"My poor lover, trembling so pitifully."

Speaking in a voice that couldn’t have sounded more like a thug, Janus slowly stroked Ayra’s waist. Ayra couldn’t even argue—it was her own doing. She’d been lured by the mini mission that didn’t just give Favorability Points, but required a hundred for just one heart. She was the one who’d started it.

"Please go easy... gentle, gentle..."

Begging earnestly, Ayra heard Janus repeat her earlier line in an amused tone, clearly enjoying the situation.

"If you behave, I won’t make it hurt."

A hot hand swept gently down the back of her neck, and a shiver ran down her spine. The touch tickled slightly at first, but then slid forward like a snake, abruptly digging under her collar. The open neckline let in a brief gust of cold wind, which was soon replaced by a hot hand filling the space.

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"Ah, wait!"

Ayra moaned as her chest was firmly grabbed. She tried to say her arms hurt, but Janus only responded that if she didn’t like it, she could cut the rope herself. She couldn’t bring herself to say she couldn’t, and so just suffered silently inside.

'This rope is meant for capturing ma-beasts, not for nothing. It doesn’t even cut easily with magic.'

And at some point, half her clothes had already been removed. On instinct, Ayra checked for people nearby—none. Then she truly began to tremble, not from fear of Janus, but because it was freezing. With every gust of wind against her exposed skin, her body temperature dropped sharply.

"Guess doing it outside in this season isn’t the best idea, huh?"

"I like the chill, but I might just end up killing my poor lover," Janus clicked his tongue lightly and stood up. Ayra had hoped he might let her off—but instead, he effortlessly lifted her and slung her over his shoulder. Startled, she kicked reflexively, only to get smacked hard on the butt. He must’ve hit lightly, but with Physical ATK 99,999, it hurt so much she whimpered in pain. Meanwhile, Janus strode off with ease.

The temporary lodging had been sealed tight against the cold with earthen magic and was surprisingly cozy. Ayra had anticipated the overnight stay and packed plenty of winter gear.

The room was barely large enough for two people to lie down, with just enough space left over for luggage. Every wall that let in cold had thick tapestries hung, the floor was piled with straw, then layered with leather mats and several thick blankets. Two braziers burned spirit stones as fuel, creating a warm, clear air. A small basket held dried jerky, fruit, and nuts for late-night snacking.

Janus stepped into the nest-like room Ayra had prepared with great care and casually tossed the pitiful mage onto the bedding. Thanks to all the padding, it didn’t hurt, but the jolt still made her yelp.

Though she’d tied up countless others before, Ayra had never actually been bound herself. No—technically, she had once. But there's a difference between a shoddy restraint you could cut through in seconds and one that even magic couldn’t easily undo. Worse, she had no idea how the knots were tied, so she couldn’t even try to escape. Trying not to provoke him further, Ayra said calmly,

"Janus, I’m not into this kind of thing."

"Mhm, sure."

"You’re not into this kind of thing either, right?"

"Pretty sure I am?"

Janus replied as he casually stripped off his top without a care for the cold.

I’m screwed... Ayra realized she couldn’t turn this around anymore. Whatever she said, Janus was just gazing at his squirming lover like an appetizer he planned to savor. Even in this situation, his perfectly sculpted pecs and lats, like those of a living statue, stole Ayra’s breath for a second. Janus nudged the bedding with his foot and asked,

"So this is why you made it all cozy?"

"No, it’s not!"

It was her own fault, but Ayra still felt wronged. She flailed like a fresh fish, only to tire quickly and pant for breath. The dragon, having patiently waited for the prey to wear itself out, finally approached slowly.

A dark shadow fell over Ayra’s body.

With a crooked smile tugging at his lips, the dragon began unfastening buttons one by one, slowly, with his fingers. Her clothes slipped back like folded wings behind her. Still tied, the sleeves clung awkwardly to her arms, adding another layer of restraint.

After fully opening her top, Janus reached for her bottoms. He tugged out the sash—previously used to bind Ayra—and tossed it aside, then slid his hand into her pants. Ayra reflexively drew her legs together in resistance, but it didn’t hinder him at all. Both pants and underwear were soon pulled off easily.

"Ugh... it’s cold..."

Even indoors, Ayra flinched and curled up. Despite the thick padding, tapestries, and the dual braziers burning, the chill wasn’t fully banished. Janus stroked her goosebumped skin with his fingers and smiled.

"Still cold? Then let me warm you up."

Ayra shook her head, dreading what that meant, but Janus pretended not to see and stretched out next to her. Then he pulled her tight into his chest. Sure enough, with obvious ulterior motives, he tugged his discarded shirt over her body, pretending to cover her—while instead firmly grabbing her chest. Compared to Janus, who had both muscle and bulk, her chest was pitifully small and always hurt during moments like these.

"Ah!"

She exaggerated a cry for mercy, hoping he’d go easier, and Janus responded ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ with mock tenderness, brushing aside her tousled hair and softly licking her earlobe. His warm tongue caressed the cold, wind-chilled ear, sliding down slowly from tip to lobe with a wet sound.

At the same time, the hand that had been fondling her chest moved lower. It grazed lightly over her tensed abdomen, barely touching—then suddenly gripped between her legs.

"See? You like being tied up."

Janus whispered teasingly, lips pressed so close to her ear that they practically smothered it.

"No, I—ugh..."

She tried to deny it, but the clear evidence was already in his hand. Like playing with a toy, Janus kneaded the swollen flesh roughly. Each squeeze drew moans—“uh, ngh”—and Ayra’s eyes squeezed shut. When he gripped particularly hard, she instinctively tried to reach out, forgetting her arms were bound, and only managed to twist her upper body.

"Nice view."

Apparently turned on by seeing her utterly helpless, his breath grew rougher, brushing against her ear. Ayra could feel his lips curling into a smile right against her skin.

Half resigned to what was coming, Ayra checked her HP. Thanks to sleeping more and working less lately, it had recovered to the high 700s. She figured she could probably hold out. But then Janus suddenly bit down hard on her ear.

"You seem relaxed enough to daydream. Great. I’ll make sure you can’t stop begging me to go further."

That stung Ayra’s pride even more, since this was all her own fault in the first place. At the same time, she realized Janus was going to go pretty wild tonight and grew a bit nervous, denying him flatly.

"That’s never going to happen."

"Oh? You think?"

Janus had always been the one to press for more, but Ayra had never once begged for it herself. She scoffed. But then, she got nervous. Janus usually kept his word when he said things like that...

As if sensing her unease, Janus’s touch suddenly gentled. The hands that had been rough and tormenting now began to stroke softly and sensually.

"Haa..."

Ayra had been clamping her lips shut, but before long, a soft, languid sigh escaped. Hugged tightly by the dragon radiating heat, she didn’t feel cold anymore. Maybe that was why—she soon realized she was focusing more and more on the pleasure he was giving her. Having lived for so long, Janus was dangerously skilled in every way.

His calloused but oddly gentle hands wrapped around her shaft, moving at a steady, perfect rhythm—not too fast, not too slow. The glans slipped in and out between his curled index and thumb, providing just the right amount of friction. Gradually, the stimulation built, stacking neatly toward climax.

"Nngh..."

At some point, a moan of pleasure escaped Ayra’s lips. She’d been wary after that earlier boast about making her beg, but Janus was surprisingly gentle—gentler than usual, in fact. If not for her arms being tied behind her back, this could’ve just been an intimate moment between lovers.

What is he planning? she wondered. But her thoughts grew hazy, like mist filling her mind as she neared her peak. Ayra let out breath after languid breath. Just as she shifted her body and tensed her thighs—

Janus suddenly stopped moving.