Rise of the Eromancer

Chapter 203 ...Oh

"Well then, handsome...

...ready to spread your cheeks open?"

Howard did not have Hearts floating above his head — that was the first thing Rhys noticed as his disheveled blue-haired cellmate started to approach him. And yet, the man was clearly licking his lips while he looked at Rhys from head to toe.

From Rhys's understanding of the conversations he had been hearing, the women and men of the prison are usually placed in one single shared area during Free Time; Rhys wouldn't be surprised if the prisoners attempted to relieve their sexual stress during that time, even in the consequence of harsh punishment…

…So why does this clearly heterosexual male licking his lips while looking at him?

"Where did they even pick you up?" Howard continued to look at Rhys from head to toe, "How even tall are you?"

"They said your name is Howard, Sir?" Rhys then just casually asked before glancing at the chains tying his limbs together. Did the guards knowingly set him up to get molested on his first day in prison? Was this some sort of hazing?

"Yes, and I don't need to know your name…" Howard just smirked, "...I'll just call you cum dump, Sir."

"...Right," Rhys squinted his eyes as he glanced back through the cell bars, only to see the prisoners from the other side of the hall mocking and laughing at him from their cells; some of them even nodding while doing obscene gestures with their hands,

"They said your last cellmate died?" Rhys then turned to look at the bunk bed… the bottom one, dirtied with a yellow stain — and judging from the smell of urine lingering inside the cell, it was fresh.

"What the… stop asking so many questions — you're only going to be opening your mouth from now on when I put my dick in it, do you understand, boy?" Howard collected his saliva from his throat before spitting on the floor, causing Rhys's eye to twitch when he realized how dirty the whole floor was,

"And my last cum dump died because he didn't do as I ask — so I don't know what put you here, dregga… but I'll be sure to put you out with my dick still in your a—"

"Clean my cell," Rhys continued to look around the room as he interrupted Howard, "I won't be able to sleep if it's this dirty."

"Now why you gotta go and make some demands from me…?" Howard raised an eyebrow as he lunged toward Rhys, "Now I gotta fuck you up first before—"

And before Howard could even finish his words, his eyes turned wide as he watched as Rhys just casually break the chains binding his arm. But alas, Howard could not really stop his advance as he was already in the air — the only thing that stopped him was Rhys's palm, which was large enough to fully cover Howard's entire face.

And as soon as he did that, the prisoners who were watching them from the other side of the hall could not help but just shut their mouths; the look on their faces, slightly turning serious.

"This place is almost the same as the Underworld Corps…" Rhys then let out a sigh as he stepped forward a long stride, completely breaking the chains tied between his ankles, "...Hierarchies, the funny hazing. The only difference is that there are a lot fewer rules…

…and the punishments seem to be lighter. You're still alive even after harassing and killing your cellmate, after all."

The cell was small, perhaps shy of 50 square feet, and yet for Howard, Rhys seemed to be walking across an entire field while he struggled to breathe from his clasp. Fortunately for him, Rhys finally let him go. But unfortunately for him, Rhys lightly slammed him on the floor right next to where his spit was.

"Lick that and swallow it," Rhys breathed out as he took a step back toward the prison bars.

"You fucking…" Howard quickly turned to look up at Rhys, but as soon as he saw his silver eyes which seemed completely devoid of anything, he was quickly reminded just how strong Rhys's grip was, "I… I'll look the other way, you can't really expect me to—"

"I wasn't asking, Sir," Rhys shook his head, "I will kill you in the most gruesome way possible and make it look like suicide, I'm apparently good at it according to someone I know. So, clean."

Howard's head just trembled as he heard Rhys's words. But alas, the only thing he could really do was truly lick his spit from the ground with all the grime, dust, and other particles on the dirty floor stuck on it. Howard was not able to swallow, however, as he just quickly rushed to the toilet and puked.

"That… that should be enough!" Howard quickly turned around and gasped; his disheveled red hair, even more messy now.

"Yeah, sure."

Howard then let out a small chuckle as Rhys just nodded his head.

"Now that one." But Rhys's next word and action completely caused his entire mind to shut down. Rhys was pointed at the lower bed, the yellow stain, actually from Howard peeing on it right before Rhys was brought to the cell.

"Do you… just want me to wash it? I'll… I'll wash it," Howard quickly approached the bed and started taking off the sheet.

"No," Rhys shook his head before pointing at the floor where Howard cleaned off his spit, "Do the same thing."

"What…?"

"And after you are done with that, please clean our cell. It's—"

"You're getting ahead of yourself, boy!" Howard could no longer take it as he once again rushed toward Rhys… only for his body to almost bend in half as Rhys punched him in the stomach.

"Heegkh…" Howard wheezed as his entire body just dropped there and then.

"You're alright, you're alright…" Rhys calmly said as he dragged Howard and rested him next to the toilet, "...I'll rest now. But when I wake up…

…I'm expecting everything to be clean."

***

"Rhys Wilder!"

"Hm…?"

Rhys's sleep was cut short as he heard the sound of metal banging along with the violent roars and screams of who he could really only assume to be guards — and he was able to confirm that as he was just yanked down from the bed and quickly pinned to the wall.

He wasn't even fully awake yet, and that really only meant one thing… no one was a threat to him here just yet. If they were, then his senses would have probably woken him up already.

"Why are you—Oh…" Rhys could not even finish asking his question before he was answered by the sight next to him, the sight of Howard hanging himself by the neck using the same stained sheets Rhys asked him to clean,

"...Oh."