My Servant System

Chapter 1089: Chapter 1088: Relieving Frustrations (1)

Chapter 1089: Chapter 1088: Relieving Frustrations (1)



One of the Death Jackals stayed back at the library to ensure as much of it was saved as they could possibly manage to do after the battle that had just taken place while the rest of us made our way back out onto the streets and started the rather quick job of killing off the rest of the grunts.

They were truly what the organization used to be like, as shown by their relatively poor equipment and skillset as they relied on mildly enhanced strength and their loudness to overwhelm the guards, who were better equipped but clearly unaccustomed to actual life or death battles against people.

Locating them was easy, and I relished this opportunity to spill blood freely as I roamed the streets of Bascra with a barbed icicle that I was using to debone these Fingers, stabbing it into their flesh and yanking out whatever bones were nearby the wound as I overwhelmed them like they overwhelmed the guards.

After being shown that I wasn't as up to scratch as I wanted to believe I was, or that I wasn't as prepared as I wanted myself to be for these sorts of situations, I was... angry, at so many different things from what had just happened.

I was angry at myself for letting him get away without trying more of my strategies on him, I was angry that I had tried to take him on all on my own without a second thought, I was pissed that he had managed to leave that fight without an injury, I was livid about how little I had actually learned from someone who seemed so stupidly open about everything he did...

There was just little else for me to feel about this, and that made me even more irritated as I kept replaying that fight in my mind, wondering why I hadn't been able to bring him to his knees and why I wasn't currently strangling him with his own tongue; why hadn't I used my Lust Mana, and why did it seem like my magic - which by all accounts was rather strong and expertly controlled - do so damn little to him?

That frustration was just bubbling inside me irrationally, and I only had a few things on my mind that could get it to simmer down to a manageable and less worrisome state; the first was the most obvious, and that was to hand myself over to Jahi for a few hours and succumb to exhaustion as she used me like a rag once more.

I couldn't do that just yet though, but I most certainly was going to let that happen to me tonight, so instead I focused on the other two things that had come to mind, which was to farm experience from these grunts that deserved death in the most gruesome way I could extract experience from them, as well as to continue to hone my skills and get stronger, even if they weren't the best training subjects.

Like right now I was walking silently behind two burly men who were snickering to one another as they openly made their way through the streets, hunting for someone to murder or someone to violate.

That caught my attention for a few moments more, but when I heard the clatter of metal against brick and the thumping of boots against it a second later I looked up and watched as that other prick began to run, his prior arrogance long gone now that his friend was dead.

I caught up to him in a second or so, stunning him as I appeared in front of him and let him impale himself on my icicle, his shoulder freezing over as I brought him to his knees in the middle of the street.

Tears and snot began to mar his ugly face as he pleaded with me, and I idly realized that I was completely tuning out the words being spoken, my mind so preoccupied with what I could have done differently that I only knew he was begging for his life right now.

I had no idea what exactly was being said, and I didn't need to as I twisted the icicle and tore his shoulder apart, opening up a large hole for his blood to pour from as I watched it to soothe my nerves, and when his struggling made it harder to watch I froze his wrists and ankles to place, keeping some of his movements and allowing me to crouch in front of him as I stared intently at his shoulder.

He slowly bled out in the middle of that street, his pleas falling on deaf ears as I just contemplated his bleeding for my own pleasure, each time he writhed around or tried to break free from his restraints bringing more of that gorgeous scarlet goodness to weep out of his mangled shoulder.

When he was near the edge of dying completely, I retrieved my icicle and slit his throat to give myself one final hurrah as I drained him of all he had, though not in the way he had been

initially hoping.

Patting his cheek and giving him a final smile as his eyes began to dull, I dropped him and left him there in the middle of the street, his 'armor', various small daggers and some potions constituting his loot that only made me click my tongue... even though I pilfered those daggers and potions for my next victim.

Maybe they would help me feel better; if not, I was just going to keep wandering around

aimlessly till I encountered one of my lovers, who would then make me feel really good deep inside myself, which was just what I needed...