Nothing is Going Right
Nothing is Going Right
I felt my body stiffen at Kylon's words.
Take them off? What?
Even though I already knew the answer, I found myself questioning it internally and denying reality.
Because it meant the truth I had deceived Kylon about and hidden was on the verge of being exposed.
I even thought that if I had known a moment like this would come, I should have asked him to tell me how to identify a Saintess.
But my hymen was already torn, and I had betrayed Kylon, who believed I had lost the Power of a Saint to the point where it would be difficult to distinguish even with such a method. So, after he confirmed it, what if he got angry? Such thoughts also crossed my mind.
If I had just confessed, saying, 'My body is like this,' it would have been over, but confession? Bullshit.
In front of Kylon, who was already sufficiently suspicious, saying, 'Ta-da! Actually, my body has returned to normal~' would only provoke him further.
Ugh, I groaned and instinctively recoiled, and Kylon beckoned with his hand.
"Hurry. I feel like I'm going to get angry."
"......"
Ah, seriously. Why am I Veronica?
I groaned, recalling the words I had resented countless times internally.
I had thought that if I escaped from here to the next tent, Kylon wouldn't be able to follow. But what's the point of doing something like that when we're not just seeing each other for a day or two?
Besides, I have the weakest physical strength in this party. So, if I were to escape to the next tent and stick close to the other Heroines, that would be fortunate. But trying it right now, I'd surely get my hair grabbed the moment I opened the tent.
In that case, escaping was out of the question. The only other options were to tell the truth or make another excuse.
But the timing was long gone, so it was clear that making excuses wouldn't work.
Ultimately, with the rational conclusion from my brain that it would be best to just confess the truth and take the consequences, I glanced at Kylon, trying to gauge his mood.
Seeing his chilling gaze fixed on me, I felt like my breath would catch.
Shaking off that pressure, I moistened my parched lips.
"...Uh, um. Actually... before..."
"What are you mumbling about? I told you to take them off."
Oh, Kylon already has no intention of listening to me.
He glared at me like that during breakfast; was he angry about something with me?
Seeing Kylon dismiss my words lightly, with an annoyed tone as if he didn't want to hear it, and casting a sharp gaze at me with a voice laced with irritation, I couldn't help but let out a groan.
Taking them off is a bit... difficult.
"Um, could you tell me why you're so angry... before that?"
As I said that, clutching tightly to the thread of my nerves, Kylon let out a sigh, 'Haa.'
It seemed as if he found the question absurd and was feeling a surge of annoyance.
Perhaps because of that, my tension heightened even further. Feeling the cold sweat trickling down my shoulders and a chill run down my spine, I lowered my head.
If things continue like this, anything could happen to me...!
As anxiety surged, Kylon's voice dropped low.
"You, what do you think about pushing the Heroine on me when I didn't even ask?"
Uh. That, wasn't it good that I helped?
Didn't I do that to reduce the capture time?
But I didn't utter those words.
Of course, it was true that I had tried to help Kylon in my own way, and there was no ill intent in it. However, recalling the way he had looked at me since morning and remembering saying such things in this current atmosphere, I couldn't quite grasp what I should say.
Yes, for now, I should be careful with my words.
Sometimes words can repay a thousand nyang debt, but sometimes they can double it.
Carefully choosing my answer to his words, I soon uttered the reply that came to mind as a good idea.
"...Uh, um, because I wanted to go home quickly..."
I felt that simply stating my motivation, rather than saying things like 'Is it good?' or 'I helped you,' was the best answer.
And Kylon, after hearing that answer, let out another sigh, 'Haa,' and scratched his forehead vigorously.
As if he didn't know where to express this feeling.
"Alright, I get it. I know you didn't do it to piss me off, but..."
It seemed he was quite shocked that Agnes had cried last night.
So, after he had soothed her well, was that why Agnes's eyes were practically dripping honey this morning?
My parched lips, my anxiously tightening heart, as if it didn't care about my thoughts, pounded 'kung-kung'.
"What are you hiding?"
"No, that's..."
"Enough. Take them off. I'm going to check with my own eyes."
Kylon's hand shot out.
Unable to avoid it, I was grabbed by the arm, and my body was abruptly pulled towards Kylon.
My kneeling body was automatically lifted, my hips pulled towards Kylon, and at the same time, losing my balance, my body crashed into Kylon's embrace with a 'peok', hitting him with my body.
But his body was so muscular that my light frame seemed to have no effect on him.
"Ugh. Hey, hey...! W-wait a minute. I, I don't even know if it's there or not...!"
As Kylon's hand fumbled over my body, I cried out as if screaming, my mind racing.
But Kylon already had one of my arms held, and as if my resistance was laughable, he didn't budge, instead caressing my back.
My Cape was removed, and he then took off the fabric that was there to cover my chest, before finally unbuttoning the button at the back of my Saintess's Robes with a 'tok'.
Suddenly almost completely undressed, I gasped 'hee-ik' and pushed against his chest, but he only pushed back, holding me tightly.
"You're telling me you never checked even once when you went to the bathroom? When you clearly know your body has returned to normal?"
"H-how could I put my hand in there...!"
I retorted in horror at Kylon's words, but he seemed to dismiss it as nonsense, slowly lifting the hem of my skirt.
The hem of my skirt, which had covered even my calves, was pulled away from my body, slowly revealing me.
As my calves, encased in stockings, were revealed, and then my thighs connected to the Garter Belt, Kylon let out another sigh, 'Heo'.
"Oh, what do we have here? A Dagger too?"
"......"
I'm really screwed now.
I had forgotten.
Although I hadn't lied, as what I had intentionally tried to hide began to be forcibly exposed, I felt the strength drain from my body.
What, why is nothing going right in my life? As I was lamenting that, Kylon abruptly pulled up the dress, which had been hiked up to my hips, all the way up.
My vision was instantly filled with pure white, and startled, I opened my eyes wide and struggled, but Kylon, as if he had bent down and stood up, took away the dress, even pulling my arms out of it, all to see my body.
Suddenly finding myself in front of Kylon dressed only in my underwear, Garter Belt, and stockings, I knelt on the spot, burying my head in the ground and curling my body.
It was embarrassing enough to show my body to others, but I couldn't understand why he was forcibly undressing me.
Kylon shook out the dress he had taken from me and let out a deep sigh.
"Looks like there's nothing else hidden besides what's on your thigh."
"Ugh..."
"Give me the Dagger."
It was absurd to have my weapon taken away like this again.
But at this moment, I couldn't defy Kylon, so I took out the Dagger along with its sheath from my thigh and subtly handed it to him.
"C-could I have my clothes back now..."
"It's confiscated along with the Morning Star. And..."
Ignoring my plea, he tilted his head as if to say what he wanted, and put the Dagger into his Inventory.
Exposing my body in front of a crazy lesbian like this, wasn't it like saying, 'Please screw me'? With that thought, fear inexplicably crept in, and I fidgeted, subtly raising my head to look at Kylon.
Next to Kylon were the Saintess's Robes he had stripped from me, the fabric that went over them, and the Cape.
A Saintess wearing only underwear, a Garter Belt, stockings, and a Veil - it was nothing short of a perverted outfit.
I had deliberately covered my body tightly, but he was stripping it off again.
Ugh, I groaned, and Kylon sat cross-legged in front of me, crossing his arms.
Then, in a low, commanding tone, he instructed me.
"Sit."
After observing him for a long time, I tried to calm my trembling insides, then took a deep breath and sat up.
When I assumed a seiza posture, kneeling, he shook his head.
"Sit with your butt on the floor."
"...Like you?"
"No, you need to sit with your legs spread."
What a crazy command.
Even as I harbored that dissatisfaction, I found myself following his order, sitting with my legs slightly spread.
Let's just appease Kylon quickly and get this over with. I groaned with that thought.
Then, Kylon spoke, as if this was his final word.
"Take off your panties and masturbate until your hymen tears. If there's no blood, I'll check myself."
"......"
I felt like I was going crazy, but I had to slowly reach for the string of my panties.
And slowly, I pulled the string holding my panties, loosening them.