If You Devour Poison / Doku Wo Kurawaba Sara Made Chapter 29: Training a Dog

I cracked my eyes open at the dull thud of the wooden door closing, my sound sleep disturbed.

“…”

The first thing that came into my sight were tiny specs of dust dancing in the air, illuminated by the rays of light shining inside.
The sooty roof, the brick fireplace that had a pan on it with steam rising and a thin blanket wrapped around my naked body.
Perhaps Jolga had noticed me stirring awake.
The creaking sounds of the wooden floorboards drew closer and as I idyllically turned my gaze around, Jolga’s upside-down face came into view.

“You woke up?”
“…”
“…How’s your body?”
“It’s fine… I think…”

He must have been taking care of his horse tied outside. Putting down the bucket he held in one hand to the floor, Jolga chuckled and sat down beside me as I lay on my back, grumbling. It seemed like he had cleaned me up while I was unconscious, as I didn’t feel sticky. But the dull pain in that place was proof that he had entered me last night.
Blocking the face that naturally approached me with my palm, I tried to force him back. He unexpectedly began creeping his tongue along the webbings of my fingers.

“Y-You bastard…!”

Although I resisted, our difference in strength was evident from the very beginning.
I struggled for a bit but was no match. As I resigned and gave up my resistance, Jolga grabbed hold of both my wrists with one hand and pressed them against the floor, above my head.
He easily peeled off the blanket around me with his now-empty hand, his fervent hazel eyes gazing at my pale limbs that were now exposed to the morning sun.
…This man. He seems like the type to check every nook and cranny of his possessions.
I thought he would be satisfied ogling me, but the excited Jolga got on top of me and started tugging at his shirt, intending to take his clothes off.
I immediately hit his head and pressed my open palm against his face as he whined like a dog that had just been robbed of its food.

“Stay(Stop it).”
“…Anderheim.”
“You mutt… no mating.”
“…But I want to.”
“…”

As something hard rubbed against my abdomen through his clothes, my hole, that had just been taught the pleasure of being invaded, throbbed inside.
It wasn’t as if I fell in love with Jolga and slept with him.
Honestly speaking, I felt that it was a stupid plan to use your body and seduce your enemy. If one had no alternatives and had to use dirty tricks that put their lives on the line as a last-ditch effort, such scheming would eventually bring about the schemer’s downfall in any case.
Yet I offered myself to Jolga on purpose, resigning myself to being eaten from the very beginning.
I just made one miscalculation.
Our body compatibilities were too good.
I was an obvious virgin when it came to men… but was your first time with a man supposed to feel this good normally? Or was it that Jolga had excellently prepared me for it?
I didn’t mind if my partner was enamoured by me, but I would be in trouble if I fell too deep.
But I still had to fall just a little bit for him, or it would stretch credibility. Finding a balance was hard.

“…What should we do if I can’t ride a horse?”
“…”
“Stand back, Jolga. Now’s not a good time.”

Hearing my flat refusal, Jolga reluctantly got up.
I almost thought I could see a pair of drooping ears and tail as he stood dejected, but I heard that training your dogs early on was crucial.
I somehow managed to get up while Jolga was outside the cabin and took the clothes drying by the fireplace. Enduring the pain, I got dressed.
We may be compatible and all, but the damage my body took was a completely different thing.
Jolga gave me a hand once he returned from taking care of his horse. In order to leave the hunter’s cabin, I tried to sit astride on the horse. But just as I put one leg up, a sharp pain shot through my body, making me grab the mane and lie face down as a result.
In the end, I was carried on Jolga’s knee as he sat on top of the saddle and had to lean against his chest. Such a humiliating manner of riding was made unavoidable.
“…Are you alright?”
“My butt hurts, but most importantly my heart hurts…”
“…I’ll try riding as slowly as possible.”
“Fuck it… Jolga, just you wait. I’ll surely walk all over you someday…”
“…Oh, I’m so scared.”

As I grumbled without a pause, although he ignored it, he seemed oddly happy.
It was sunny, as if the storm yesterday was a lie. Inside the quiet forest, we were enveloped by a refreshing atmosphere as the sun filtered in through the leaves. The wind brushing against my cheeks, too, felt gentle.

“I already have an idea of who might be the mastermind behind the attacks on you.”

Just before leaving the forest, Jolga’s voice turned stiff as he muttered.
Meeting my gaze as I looked up, he opened his hazel eyes, hidden beneath his long eyelashes again. Sadness seemed to dwell in them.

“…The Dragon Priestess, Melia Laturi.”
“…You must be joking.”

It was a name I had expected to hear. But I raised my voice, pretending to be surprised.

“If I was joking, I wouldn’t say such a thing.”
“…What’s the proof?”
“The man who kidnapped Julieta had this with him.”

He held out a silver pendant with a slightly dull mellow amber stone in it.

“This is…”
“You should remember this… It belonged to Yurikano.”
“But this pendant, Sigurd—“
“That’s right. Sigurd gave this pendant that he kept as a memento from his mother to his lover Melia at the ball.”
“…”
“Melia gave it as a reward to the criminal to assassinate you and feed Julieta to the Dragon.”
“…Impossible!”

I looked away from Jolga, and covered my mouth with my hand, pretending as if I were trying to not speak of my feelings out loud.

“Why did Sigurd, my son, have to face such pain…!”
“I fear that Melia’s spirit is already broken.”

Although they were allies, Jolga’s opinions were indifferent. Perhaps it was because Julieta and I were exposed to danger.

“If we leave it be, it would do nothing but harm to Sigurd and the others. We have to cut relations at once.”
“But… she is Miss Nasha’s younger sister. Can you do it that easily?”

At my question, Jolga gave a small nod.

“I have an idea …But first, let us return to the mansion. I have to report your safety.”
“You’re right.”
“I’ll increase my speed a bit. Hold on tight.”

Pulling the reins, Jolga faced forward as he held me and increased his speed as we rode the horse.
As I clung to his chest, the figure of the girl driven to insanity in the distant Shrine came to mind.
Well, that’s it for the [First One].