Chapter 5: A prohibition
Stefan’s POV
"I didn’t do anything to deserve punishment, right?" I asked myself inwardly, my throat going dry at the thought of getting punished again.
No, my body wouldn’t be able to take it!
"Wait. You have to tell me where you are taking me. I mean, i’m a man, you can’t just carry me like a sack and-" I was pulling at her arms while I gritted out but before I could finish, she entered one tent.
It was her tent... If it were to be in a normal circumstance, my heart and cock would be dancing in joy for being invited into the house of a curvy woman like this.
But another beast exercise show? Oh, no!
God, the only crime you could say I committed on earth was to follow women and make them pay me for being handsome and fuckable. I didn’t cause an apocalypse, I didn’t kill anybody... should I be punished this much?
My breath hitched as I remembered how terribly I had suffered from being in the same private space with Wildrose.
After a split second, Jonquil set me down on my feet like I weighed nothing. Like setting down a tool she planned to pick back up in a minute.
Even as I struggled to breath, my eyes caught the interior of Jonquil’s tent; thick hide walls, packed earth floor, every object inside was placed with the same brutal precision as the woman who owned it. Furs stacked neat in one corner, weapons hung in a row along the back wall. It was spacious, organized and had the same controlled menace as Wildrose’s space.
"Do it again." Jonquil’s voice cut through.
I blinked at her, working my jaw, still half convinced I’d misheard.
"Wait. You dragged me all the way here just for that?"
She didn’t answer. She just stood there, her arms loose at her sides, waiting with the patience of someone who had never once had to ask twice for anything in her life.
I nearly laughed. Well, I chuckled inwardly. Then I shrugged, the motion pulling at every bruised muscle in my back.
"Of course. Generous daddy to the rescue." I reached out, pressed my palm flat against the bruise the same way as before, expecting the same instant melt, the same catch of breath but...
I got nothing. My brows furrowed.
What the heck?
[NUMBING SALVE EXPIRED.] The system notification chimed.
"You’ve got to be kidding me." I mumbled under my breath as I yanked my hand back, staring at my own palm like it had personally betrayed me. "That thing lasted, what, ten minutes total? Cheap-ass system."
[ADDITIONAL DOSE AVAILABLE. PURCHASE WITH REMAINING AP?]
I almost laughed out loud. Of course. Of course it wanted more. Fine. If it wanted to charge me for every favor, I would start charging too.
"I’ll do it again, but you’ve got to do something for me first." I told Jonquil.
Her brow lifted - that was the first real flicker of curiosity I’d seen cross her face since the moment she’d walked into the slave tent.
"What do you need?" She inquired flatly.
"A cloth." I gestured down at myself, at the nakedness I’d been dragging around this entire planet like an open wound. "I’ve been walking around bare since I landed here. In case you somehow hadn’t noticed." I lifted my jaw dramatically.
Jonquil didn’t say anything to me in return, she just turned and barked something sharp toward the entrance, a language that still sounded half-growl to my ears.
A man slipped in a heartbeat later, dropping into a bow so fast his knees hit the dirt before his head finished tilting down. Mid-bow, his eyes caught on me and his whole face twisted, just for a second, into something between confusion and disbelief.
Was he wondering what I was doing inside here?
"Get him something to wear," Jonquil ordered, her voice flat, already bored of the conversation.
The man scrambled to his feet and disappeared. I hadn’t finished exhaling when the man returned. He was.practically running with a length of stitched material draped over both arms like it might bite him.
He handed it over to me without a word and before I could say a word of appreciation, he had disappeared.
The cloth was made from animal skin, stiff and rough against my skin, nothing like the cotton I used to complain about back on Earth, but it covered me, and right now that counted as a luxury. It was the same sleeveless midi length gown that the men wore around.
Jonquil stepped closer the second the cloth settled into place on my body.
"Do it again."
I blinked then I discreetly touched the system screen floating in my vision. I bought the second dose, felt the tin refill in my palm out of nowhere, the same way it had the first time, like the System enjoyed reminding me exactly how much control it still had over every part of this.
Then I got to work. I made slow circles over the bruise first, easing into it, then drifting lower, my palm settling into the soft curve of her breast the same way it had before.
Her eyes fluttered shut. Her breath caught right on cue, soft and helpless, a sound she clearly hadn’t meant to make out loud.
I used the moment.
"So." My voice stayed casual, like I wasn’t currently palming a warrior’s chest in the middle of her own tent. "What’s the food situation around here? Because I haven’t eaten since I died."
Her eyes snapped open, confusion flickering across her face for half a second, like the question had landed somewhere completely disconnected from what her body had just been feeling.
"You will eat." She said simply then she called out again. Another slave appeared, this one carrying a wooden tray - roasted meat, dark and glistening, a few unfamiliar fruits cut into wedges, all of it clearly prepared for her, not for me because it looked royal.
She took the tray without breaking stride and handed it straight to me.
I didn’t argue. I collected it and sat down right there on the packed earth and began to eat like a man who hadn’t eaten in days, because, technically, I hadn’t.
The meat was tougher than anything I remembered from Earth, gamey, slightly charred, and I didn’t care. I tore into it with my hands, juice running down my fingers, and for one stupid second I almost forgot where I was.
Jonquil watched me eat for a long moment, something unreadable settling behind her eyes. Then she turned and walked out without another word, off toward whatever morning duties waited for a warrior in a camp like this.
I was still working through a piece of meat I couldn’t name when the System lit up again.
[MISSION 2: REWARD UNLOCKED.]
[MASSAGE OIL - added to shop.]
"Massage oil?"
"What do I do with it, bro?" I pressed my lips together as I stared at the notification.
Was I just to rub it on anyone’s skin? Would I get a smile from them?
Or...
My eyes drifted down to my own lap, where two days of unfinished business had been sitting hard and ignored since the moment I woke up on this planet.
I was just about to cum when Melissa’s husband barged in and chased me to my death.
And since I landed here, it had been from one temptation to another. Fucking hell!
Wait...
"Wouldn’t hurt to test it out first," I muttered to myself. "Quality control. Every good salesman tries the product."
I’d reached out to get the oil when the System cut in sharply like it had been waiting specifically for this moment to ruin.
[WARNING: Self-release is prohibited for the duration of the System’s contract.]
[VIOLATION PENALTY: ⚠️ LOCKED]
"I can’t even touch myself? You’re kidding me. You’re actually kidding me right now." I snapped.
The System said nothing else.
"Fuck you!" I said through gritted teeth
