Used for their desires, exposed to their desires.
She had been a mere tool for six years.
A carthorse existing solely to satisfy someone’s ugly desires.
“Woof?”
“No, it’s not just that. That brothel, did they have children there? Of course, not just children, but among them, she was the oldest veteran. She must have seen it—the discarded children over those six years.”
An illegal brothel.
Age didn’t matter, they say, but in this case, young children became the merchandise. On top of that, some were missing limbs, and Jacqueline herself was covered in wounds. Some children probably died while working or were mentally broken.
“That area didn’t have good security. Of course there were homeless people, but also orphans. The kinds of children forced to work at those places were either like them or sold like Jacqueline. She may have felt empathy for those children, and hatred towards the men tormenting them and herself.”
“Woof?”
“The homeless were the same.”
Moving the brush, stroking behind the ears.
The ears twitched rapidly.
“What do they do with damaged merchandise from the brothel? Simple, they discard it. Where? They just toss it into an alley, and the homeless will naturally pick it up. That’s how the first three were satisfying their desires.”
This itself wasn’t an unusual story.
The living environment of the homeless could be understood from the memo received from a homeless child.
Those three had been satisfying their sexual desires
By recovering the discarded merchandise from the illegal brothel.
“Of course, she knew about it and was terrified. Wondering if she would be next. But…”
But.
She became an Unlaws.
“Once she became an Unlaws, she quickly realized her abnormality. And she was quite intelligent. Maybe she learned from the noble clients. But killing her brother alone wouldn’t change anything. She hated the brothel she was in and the men who toyed with them. More than that—she couldn’t forgive them. So she killed, and kept killing.”
Why?
Because she couldn’t forgive them.
A sense of righteous indignation. An urge to do what’s right.
Kill because she can’t forgive.
That’s why she stayed behind.
“After that, it’s simple. Killing just the homeless and laborers wouldn’t cause much of an issue. But if nobles died, it would become a big deal. And that’s what happened, the brothel came to light too. Since the detective investigated, it couldn’t be covered up. As a result, she achieved her goal. That righteous indignation—wanting to destroy that brothel.”
“Woof?”
Since the police brought its existence to light, she expected the merchandise would be protected as victims.
Probably, if it hadn’t come to light, the serial killing count would have increased from five.
The claws of righteousness swung down.
Not that anything goes just because it’s righteous.
But she couldn’t stop.
A ripper spawned from hell, giving birth to hell.
Though it’s ironic that what bared its fangs at such a monster was a hellhound.
“Well, I guess that’s how the resolution part goes. There are probably some minor mistakes and misunderstandings, but I’m not a detective either.”
“Woof.”
“Hahaha, I suppose so? It killed some time at least. Alright, I think that’s enough brushing.”
“Woof.”
Elteel, who had been lying down, got up.
After shaking her body, she circled around Norman sitting on the floor.
“Whoa…hahaha, that tickles, El.”
“Woof.”
lick lick lick
Her large, rough, red tongue licked all over Norman’s face.
The ticklish sensation made him laugh involuntarily.
In her black dog form, her mouth was large enough for Norman’s head to fit inside, and even a slight graze of her fangs could tear his throat open.
But Norman didn’t mind.
He accepted her while laughing.
“Woooof.”
“Oops.”
●
When she finally gave one last lick and raised her head, she had returned to her human form.
Not black, but golden hair cascaded down her body.
Her defenseless red eyes gazed at the sprawled Norman Heimisch.
He gave a slightly dazed impression, but he couldn’t be called luxurious or gaudy at all.
It’s hard to tell since he always wears a coat, but he’s muscular from his military training and doesn’t slack off on exercise. He also has good physical abilities. He doesn’t seek fights, but he’s not weak either.
He’s a man who can walk the dangerous slums safely.
Elteel knows his head is good too.
When solving the Unlaws case, if she’s there, he plays the detective role.
She knows he’s an attractive male.
And that man is now pinned under her.
And she thinks to herself:
———With just a bit of force, she could kill him.
He’s human, and she’s a monster.
As a monster, she can kill him.
This is simply a fact.
Keeping this fact in mind, she’s straddling him.
It’s sort of——exciting.
“Woof.”
“Nn, haha.”
lick across his face.
Defenseless, innocently laughing.
Not a shred of crisis awareness.
Each time she sees that, heat builds in her core.
He’s been like this since they first met.
A year and a half ago.
Elteel, once a noble’s daughter from another city, had visited Balldlum and became an Unlaws.
Suddenly turned into a black dog, unable to understand anything, she trembled.
Describing it as her world being turned upside down wasn’t enough. Everything had transformed.
Not the world, but herself.
Trembling, terrified. She thought she had fallen into hell.
Thought she was the only one in hell.
It was him who picked up that her.
At that time, Norman didn’t even realize that dog was an Unlaws.
Just a whim.
That whim saved her.
She learned how to use her abilities, and became Norman’s partner in solving cases.
Any other Unlaws, she doesn’t really care about them.
Well, except for maybe three of them, but let’s put that aside.
“Norman sama.”
“Yeah?”
Their faces were nose to nose.
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Her glowing red eyes captured his pale blue ones.
Her bountiful breasts softly squished against his solid chest, subtly but undeniably conveying that sensation with each breath. Her arms remained draped over his shoulders, stretching out pale and voluptuous. Long hair became a natural dress, covering her translucent back and pooling around her marshmallow-like plump rear.
Those hands too could shatter his shoulders with just a bit of force.
Her massive size, inverted pupils, preference for copious flesh, her sense of smell rivaling that of dogs even in human form, and heightened physical abilities.
“Fufufu.”
“? You seem amused.”
“Yes…very much so.”
Her body swayed, the squashed breasts bouncing.
“…It’s good for the eyes.”
“Oh my.”
“Soft and smooth. Mainly against reason and such.”
“——Ufufufu.”
This man doesn’t fear her.
Neither her human guise nor her true monstrous self.
He accepts Elteel Sirius Flamme as she is.
Allows her by his side, to care for him.
Even though she could kill him on a whim.
As if saying that wouldn’t be so bad, he remains defenseless.
“——Nn.”
lick along his neckline.
His body shuddered faintly.
The taste of sweat and skin on her tongue.
She wonders what his blood would taste like underneath.
She’s curious, but doesn’t want to know.
Since he treats her as human, she doesn’t need to taste his blood.
“Very well then, Norman sama. After brushing, shall we move to the shower?”
Moving her lips from his neckline to his ear. Her plump lips released hot breaths.
Her eyes inverted color, strong emotions rippling waves of yellow light from her pupils.
Filled with scorching heat as if to incinerate hell itself.
Whispering with devoted beastliness:
“Whichever form you prefer—please, gaze upon my true self.”
Interval 2
“Hmm…the ‘Hellhound Sirius Flamme’, eh…Are you really fine with that? Even with a carnivore licking her chops right in front of you?”
“Well, men do tend to be drawn to danger sometimes.”
“I don’t think that kind of ‘danger’ is purely physical, though!?”
He nodded thoughtfully, not sure how serious she was being.
Jim inched away again.
While backing up, he glanced over the case report.
“Fuhun? For an incident caused by a Category II Unlaws, this was fairly tame. Five casualties is quite merciful. The issue is the complaints from the antique-obsessed nobles whose gold was being rapidly spent in this city. The ‘Lord’ you mentioned—Bront Byron was quite the operator. I’ve purchased decor from him several times myself.”
He added further:
“That ‘Howling’ caused good citizens to live in terror of the existence of dreadful beasts. It compounded the existing monster rumors with a serial killer’s mysterious howls. Yet another unnecessary urban legend is born. This is problematic for the ‘Cartesius’ tasked with keeping Unlaws a secret.”
“I don’t know about all that. Sister handles those kinds of adjustments.”
“Too bad! The ones who always get dumped on are the field agents like you, Norman!”
“……”
Norman sighed, and Jim’s energy level rose.
“Anyway! The ‘Righteous Canonical Five Claws’, huh? Not the Cartesius naming convention, but not bad. How about ‘The Ripper’? In a way, the sense of justice and duty arising from a depraved mind. A twisted outburst born of torment. Pretty common case. The hardening claws are mundane but handy. Could have all sorts of uses if it’s a prostitute theme.”
Saying that, Jim studied Norman’s reaction.
But he just sank further into the chair, looking sluggish without losing his smile.
“Hm?”
He nodded once.
“As you know, the minimum usable standard is Category II. Even if it’s only provisional, the stability of the power and mind is a huge deal! At least you’ll be able to give it commands! Whether it actually listens or not is a different story!”
“That’s no good.”
“Exactly!”
Jim spread his arms wide as he shouted.
“Therefore, it’s best for any Unlaw kept at [Cartesius] to be at least Category III!”
The conversation moved on.
“I did say that it’s usable from Category II, but honestly, this level is unreliable! It’s more like, ‘maybe you can nudge it a bit.’ However! Category III is different!”
“Your excitement’s pretty high.”
“Of course it is! It all starts at Category III! Not only is the mind more stable, but the ability itself also becomes more controllable, making it possible to adapt! Expanding abilities, increasing range, specifying targets, and so on! The kind of incidents that happen with Category III cannot even be compared to those below it!”
Norman recalled it.
The past and future visions from Shizuku’s “Lingering Echoes – Tears of the Flowers”, the human-like speech during the transformation caused by Elteel’s Black Demon Dog”, and even the shaking, reverberating roar—those were all examples of the flexibility that only “Category III” allowed.
As annoying as Jim’s tone and enthusiasm were, his points were spot on.
“The third incident you encountered, the whole [Phantom Thief] commotion, was caused by an “Unlaw” of “Category III”. As a result, several valuable items were stolen from within Balldlum, and on top of that, the destruction of the Balldlum Museum led to its closure! One of the reasons you’re being interrogated now.”
“Huh.”
“Come on, hasn’t this whole street assailant rumor gotten way out of hand? As it is, our investigators are mysteriously dying or disappearing lately, and we’re seriously short-staffed. What do you plan to do about that?”
“It couldn’t be helped.”
“Haha! That’s just what a culprit would say!”
Then.
“Now for the next interrogation, Norman! The [Phantom Thief] who appeared in this city! How did you confront it? And how did you, carrying that “jewel”, manage to dance with that eccentric?”
Norman, whose hands were bound, repeatedly opened and closed his fists.
The ropes restraining him, of course, remained tight.
“‘Dance with,’ huh? That’s a clever way to put it.”
Because—
“It was, indeed—a story about youth.”
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