Chapter 29
<Episode 29> The Princess's Exclusive Sex Maid: Episode 29
"Haaah... C-Colonel... I... think I'm going to die... Please... bring Kaldir... here...! I said bring her...!"
"F-First, calm down, Sugar. You're not going to die. You're only fifteen, aren't you? A kid not even twenty shouldn't be talking about dying or living—"
"S-Shut up... and bring... Kaldir...!"
Sugar, a busty Slavic girl with thick eyebrows and rabbit ears she'd worn since birth—not part of a costume—had been clinging to Colonel Astra's arms ever since being discovered in front of her office.
Whether she'd lost her mind from the immense pain, she'd thrown away her usual polite demeanor, even cutting herself off mid-sentence to grab the Colonel's collar, urging her to bring Kaldir quickly. But the Colonel didn't get angry. The situation was too urgent; there was no room for anger.
S-Should I call a military doctor? N-No... they probably wouldn't know how to treat superior officer disease either. I'd be lucky if they didn't make some lame joke asking if the 'superior officer' in 'superior officer disease' is the same as the one in 'sergeant major, staff sergeant, sergeant.' Ah, just imagining it makes me want to execute them on the spot.
Anyway, though she wasn't very confident in medicine, she could tell at a glance that this child's condition wasn't good. To get superior officer disease just from being separated from her same-sex childhood friend for a few days... It was an unheard-of situation, and even if she could see it at a glance, there was nothing she could do.
She knew that Sugar and Kaldir were unusually close, but to this extent...? Even if they'd never been apart for a single day since birth, this was too severe. So when she said her body had been feeling strange since a few days ago... that was all a sign of this happening!
Seeing how her whole body was like a ball of fire and soaked in sweat, it seemed she had been in so much pain that she walked all the way here to find someone who could help. To have walked all the way to my office in this state... she must have struggled so much...
Her heart weakened. Was it a coincidence that it reminded her of the first time she saw a soldier begging to be killed as he was dying after entering the military gate? The Colonel's pupils were visibly shaking. As a soldier, she'd seen countless grown soldiers die, but watching a fragile civilian girl's suffering was not something she was familiar with.
Instead of looking for nearby friends first, the fact that she walked all the way to my office must mean she thought that since I raised Kaldir as my adopted daughter, I would know Kaldir's whereabouts. She walked all the way here and tried to grab the doorknob to open it, but lost strength and collapsed, resulting in this current situation.
...I'm sorry. The truth is, I don't know either, which is why I just sent Aurora and Plan to pick her up. My teleportation range is only limited to neighboring planetary systems... so there's no way for me to directly find out where Kaldir is or what she's doing...
"Ugh... C-Colonel... can you... pass on... my last will... to Kaldir...?"
"Last will? What are you talking about! Come to your senses!"
Sugar, who had been screaming in pain from superior officer disease, was now coughing up tears mixed with actual blood, and even the Colonel, who had been shouting at her to stop talking weakly, was at a loss for words. It was a more horrifying sight than seeing the feet of soldiers with trench foot.
"Tell Kaldir... I... loved her..."
Realizing that her death was approaching, the hand that had grabbed the Colonel's collar lost its strength and fell away. But... as the Colonel, she would rather that hand never lost its strength.
"Ah! Say that to her yourself! Th-That is... Ah! Kaldir left some medicine! Swallow it quickly! Quickly! First survive, then you can do whatever you want, whether it's marriage or whatever!"
Though it wasn't quite the appropriate time to bring up marriage, if it could keep the girl in the land of the living, it was right to do anything. You used to go around saying you'd marry our Kaldir when you grew up, right? So you can't die here!
After racking her brain, the Colonel, who had been panicking along with the girl in pain, remembered the medicine Kaldir had left before departing. She had said something like, "If I leave, Sugar might have a big problem, so please give her this medicine then." She didn't know if that "big problem" included superior officer disease, but she decided to give the medicine first and see.
The Colonel hurriedly took out a pill from her pocket and forced it into Sugar's mouth, and Sugar also swallowed it with difficulty. ...Let there be a miracle. Sugar's heart, which had been pounding convulsively until then, subsided to a normal level, and her coughing stopped. The fever that had exceeded 40 degrees also cooled instantly. It seemed she had overcome the crisis of death for now.
The medicine seemed to be taking effect properly. Had Kaldir... anticipated this would happen? That mischievous girl, if this was going to happen, she should have taken Sugar with her... It's no use desperately calling for a bus that's already passed.
"Are you okay? Sugar? Can you hear me?"
"Yeah... Colonel... I'm sleepy... gonna sleep..."
Having overcome the crisis after taking the medicine Kaldir prepared, Sugar, perhaps from extreme fatigue after suffering alone, closed her eyelids and fell into a deep sleep right there in the Colonel's arms. For a moment, the Colonel wondered if it was too late and she had died... but hearing a faint snoring sound, it seemed she wasn't dead. Whew, so she just fell asleep. She sure gives people a scare multiple times a day.
The sleeping Sugar wore such a peaceful expression that it was hard to believe she was the girl who had been complaining of tremendous pain just moments ago.
But what the Colonel didn't realize—in her dreams, Sugar was ruminating on the nightmare she had had last night. It was a truly disgusting nightmare. In that nightmare, her most precious childhood friend, Kaldir, was flirting with another girl, giggling away. While she was left behind. And that nightmare was about to repeat itself once more.
Kaldir is mine. Kaldir's lips are mine. Kaldir's tongue is mine. Kaldir's collarbones are mine. Kaldir's breasts are mine. Kaldir's nipples are mine. Kaldir's navel is mine. Kaldir's armpits are mine. Kaldir's pussy is mine. Kaldir's anus is mine. Kaldir's thighs, feet, everything is mine. Kaldir's hymen is mine. Her womb is mine. Her love juices, breast milk, sweat, saliva, urine, everything is mine.
In this dream, instead of simply reliving last night's nightmare, Sugar grabbed the hair of "that bitch who fucked Kaldir before me"—her face still blacked out—and dragged her from under the bed, strangling her to death.
"Please... spare... me..."
"Die! How dare a bitch like you babble about wanting to live! If you wanted to live, you shouldn't have stolen Kaldir from me! Just die! Die! Get out of my dream! Fuck off and die somewhere!"
After killing that bitch, the same dream started over from the beginning as if someone had pressed the rewind button on a video tape. This time too, Sugar strangled that bitch to death. Even as that bitch flailed about in agony, unable to breathe, Sugar didn't stop. Again and again, willingly, brutally. She killed the bitch who appeared in her nightmare over and over.
The sleeping girl's face was incomparably cute and innocent, but the dream unfolding in her mind had become so saturated with blood that there was no room left to be stained. Though she killed that bitch over and over, repeated the dream countless times, she still couldn't envision the moment of holding Kaldir as vividly, but in her dream murders, the girl used every weapon, poison, and tool she knew at least once.
She killed with machine guns, killed by hanging from a catapult, killed by cannon fire, killed by guillotine, killed by tying limbs to four chariots and tearing her apart, killed by forcing her to drink radioactive tea. After killing, she gladly shoved all sorts of junk into that filthy cunt.
The price for daring to take Kaldir's body before me cannot be paid even with death. A single death is too light. Ten thousand deaths, no, a hundred million deaths would be fitting.
If she were to wake up later and learn that it wasn't a dream, but something actually happening in reality—moreover, in the present continuous tense—by that Atlantia whore... the future unfolding before the girl seemed to paint itself automatically.
"This seems to be the room where Sugar and Kaldir used to sleep together... Huh?"
The Commander carefully walked to the two girls' room, carrying the girl so as not to wake her from her deep sleep. And the moment the Commander turned the doorknob and opened the door, they were struck by another shock at the bizarre sight before them.
First, the room that had been kept so immaculate just a few days ago when Sugar lived with Kaldir had become a complete pigsty. But still, I can kind of make out what that picture is... On the widest wall hung a picture that looked like Sugar had drawn it. It seemed to be a drawing of Kaldir's naked body, imagined during Kaldir's absence.
She's never really studied art, so where does everyone learn these little tricks? Sugar's drawing of Kaldir's nude was so elaborate that it should be called a work of art rather than a doodle. Starting with the boldness of using an entire wall as a canvas, to the depiction of the face and the representation of the genitals. Everything about it was fantastic.
However, it was depicted as more mature than the actual Kaldir. Our Kaldir's chest is somewhat big, but not that big, right? That's... bigger than a human head... bigger than mine, even?
Huh, that's a knife... why is something like that stuck in the wall? Seeing a knife stuck in the genitals part of the picture, the Commander approached the drawing as if hypnotized. Since there was some inscription carved into the crotch area, the Commander read it aloud.
"Kaldir's... hymen... is... mine...?"
So that's what it meant to stab a knife into the genitals of a picture drawn with her own hands. At this point, any pity for the girl vanished, and the Commander's back broke out in goosebumps.
Turning away from the picture and looking around the room again, the walls, ceiling, and floor were all covered with drawings of Kaldir as a model or photos that looked like they captured Kaldir's embarrassing moments in secret. And every single one of those pictures, like the one on that wall, depicted Kaldir's breasts inflated several times larger than reality. It seemed Sugar had blatantly incorporated her own tastes into the drawings.
Looking again at the junk filling the room, it wasn't useless junk at all. They were dolls, blankets, cushions, figures, manga books, erotic novels, life-size statues—things Sugar had made while missing Kaldir during the few days Kaldir was gone, all resembling Kaldir.
Now even the clothes the girl was wearing were viewed with suspicion. Only now realizing it, this child... was wearing only a single shirt over her naked body. Soaked in sweat, everything underneath was visible—what on earth was she thinking...
...A shirt? Sugar definitely didn't have any shirts among the clothes she wore. The one who liked to wear shirts wasn't... Sugar... but... Kal... dir... Only then did the letters 'Kaldir' embroidered on the shirt's collar come into view.
Just how deeply obsessed with Kaldir has she become... When Kaldir returns... how will she explain the state of this room? The Commander couldn't stay in that room any longer, so they quickly put the girl down on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and hurried out of the room.
Moving hurriedly, something tripped over the Commander's foot and went tumbling, but the girl showed no signs of waking even unconsciously, her head still resting on the pillow. What's... this? The Commander, sighing in relief that the girl hadn't woken up, absentmindedly opened the diary that had been kicked by their foot.
They shouldn't have opened it. It was a plan that deserved to be recorded in the history of this universe—a sadist's schedule. Plans for what kind of play to enjoy with Kaldir, when and where, were recorded down to the second, and the descriptions were extremely detailed. It didn't look like a diary left by an innocent girl at all.
Among them were entries about wanting to cut open Kaldir's flesh and crawl inside... about wanting to become Kaldir herself because she loved Kaldir too much... Ugh... It's been a while since I've felt this kind of revulsion. Seeing 'Volume 50' written on the cover, this wasn't just one or two volumes—there seemed to be dozens of them in this room.
The Commander couldn't stand the revulsion any longer and ran to the bathroom to vomit.