Chapter 400
Chapter 400
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 400
Chapter Title: Harpy Lady
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What the hell did I just hear...!
It hit me like a massive hammer to the back of the head. The man was grinning as he spouted this insane story.
Was it a laugh of resignation?
Or one of self-mockery?
"They just straight-up fucked me to death. Being monsters and all, they were hot inside too... Heh heh!"
Neither.
The man burst into laughter while describing the situation in vivid detail! As if something this crazy could actually exist in reality!
I couldn't accept it!
I swallowed the scream rising in my throat.
"Urk...!"
Meanwhile, the other man kept sobbing. Compared to the one who seemed to be enjoying it, this guy was tormented by mental and physical trauma.
Two completely opposite reactions.
I just couldn't wrap my head around this reality.
Harpy weren't eating people—they were kidnapping them and raping them!
This was a tragedy!
An imperialist war tragedy!
My whole body started trembling at this unbelievable reality... Chills ran down my spine. Come to think of it, the Alraune had mentioned something similar.
About exploiting men's essence to prosper their jungle.
Why the hell were these monsters after human men!
"What kind of madness...!"
"Why? Can't believe it? Heh heh heh, those bitches are pretty great once you get to know 'em. So what if their arms and legs look like a bird's? If it feels good, that's all that matters!"
This couldn't be reality.
"They're even split right down the middle—what's the problem!"
The man ranted like a mad monk howling in the midnight mountains, praising the unholy union of monster and man.
"Ugh...! Stop! Shut up alreadyyy!!!"
The other man clutched his head and vomited upon hearing the story. I felt nausea rising too.
"Fuck."
Were the harpies who kidnapped me planning to do the same? Why? Now that I thought about it, all the harpies I'd seen were female.
Maybe they were a species without males, so they preyed on other races' men.
"Heh heh heh!"
The man bent over laughing, mocking the world. For him, mating with harpies was just fun entertainment.
"You... You really think that?"
"Heh heh. Didn't you see those beautiful harpies on your way in?"
Of course, harpies did have attractive looks. Pretty faces, toned bodies. Aside from the arms, legs, and wing-like ears, they looked human.
But they were monsters.
I had to remember that clear fact.
A monster taking human form didn't make it human. Even humans could stop being human, and monsters were far worse.
"Beautiful? They're monsters! Snap out of it!"
"I'm perfectly sane!"
—Heh heh heh!!
He burst out laughing again. He was clearly nuts. No normal human would enjoy being raped by monsters.
Probably denying reality from the shock, or rationalizing the torment as something good to protect his fragile mind.
"You're crazy from the rape trauma! Open your eyes! We have to escape this place!"
"I don't wanna escape! I'm gonna stay here and be those bitches' husband!"
"You fucking psycho!"
Psycho!
No medicine for a madman!
"Fuck!"
Maybe it was hearing such inhuman bullshit, but rage surged up instantly. The uniqueness of being kidnapped made my reason blur.
I held it back and took deep breaths.
Now more than ever, I needed to keep a clear head.
"Wanna escape? Give up. You can't from here... Look at that height. Heh heh... Just give in and enjoy it."
"You're not right in the head."
"Heh heh... Wonder how long that'll last!"
He lay back down and closed his eyes. Incomprehensible, but if that was his kink, whatever.
No harm to anyone, after all.
Best not to care.
Even if he was cursed with twisted lust from birth, as long as he didn't hurt others, there was room for forgiveness. Anyway, ignore this guy.
"Hey, you. You okay?"
I spoke to the crying man.
"Sob...! Hic!"
He kept sobbing. After a moment, he stopped, wiped his tears with his forearm, and sat up straight.
Time to hear his story.
"Must've been rough. Stop crying. It won't solve anything."
"...Thanks. I'm calming down now."
He looked pretty broken, but seemed settled.
"So. Tell me everything that happened here."
First, gather info.
I had to escape no matter what. He wiped his tears again and started explaining like he was briefing a newbie.
"Those monsters... They toss us fruits and stuff once a day. Probably to keep us alive. And at night..."
He glanced around.
He was suffering severe trauma and fear.
I nodded calmly.
"That's when it starts. The harpies' inhuman sex assaults!!!!!!!"
—Aaaahhhhhh!!!!!!
I tried to stay calm, but even I—a seasoned warrior who'd seen it all, the supreme Heavenly Demon—couldn't keep it together.
I couldn't hold back the scream bursting from my mouth.
Reality and illusion blurred.
My vision spun.
"So inhuman!!!!!! You bastards!!!!!!!"
I tore at my hair, screaming in a frenzy.
"Sob! Yeah! So inhuman!!! Aaaahhh!!!"
Screaming together felt a bit better. The lying man plugged his ears and sat up.
"Shut up already! Inhuman my ass! It's perfectly human!"
"Ha, fuck. This is driving me insane."
No lies, just shock and horror.
Neither the harpies nor that affirming guy were sane.
It felt like stumbling into the Cyclops Village—that legendary, shadowy hamlet from the most horrific madmen's folklore, where only one-eyed folk dwell. Only I had two eyes.
In the one-eyed village, two eyes make you the freak.
"The monsters come at set times and force themselves on us! They raped the three of us in this cave over and over! Even when we begged them to stop, they didn't! They seemed to enjoy our screams!"
His sorrow turned to rage.
He ground his teeth and vented to counselor Kim Katt. A confession of repeated criminal violation.
"Those fucking bitches!!! What do they think we are!"
"The fruits are just to keep us barely alive...! And this cliff has tons of such rooms!"
Meaning harpies were mass-kidnapping human men. Wait, suddenly? I'd never even heard of harpies before.
What was going on?
Breeding season?
Who knows.
"And...! That's not all!"
Listening more, there were originally four here. One resisted too hard, pissed off the harpies, and they dragged him away.
A few days ago.
Harpies were stronger than humans, could shoot feathers like arrows—impossible to fight.
This guy tried resisting max but couldn't overcome the strength gap.
"Don't know what happened to him...! Probably eaten! If you're no use, they eat you! Hey, you! If the harpies get bored of you, same fate! Snap out of it!"
"Heh heh heh! Let 'em eat me! Don't care!"
"Totally lost it...!"
Even amid the commotion, the corner guy didn't budge.
Summing up: Breeding-season harpy flock kidnapping human men for breeding. Giving minimal food to sustain, then raping whenever they feel like it.
Intelligent enough to be cruel.
Disobedient ones get dragged off and eaten. So captives end up as sex toys turned lunch post-season.
"Fuck!"
Just my guess, of course.
But it fit what I'd heard. A truly inhuman joke, no different.
"We gotta kill every last one of these fuckers!"
Anyway, now I grasped my situation clearly.
Looked outside. Escaping bare-handed seemed impossible. Maybe scale the cliff risking life, but too many harpies.
Intelligent, so night guards too.
Lots of trees—if I reach them, could evade pursuit.
"Tch."
Going down without long rope also impossible.
"Think, Kim Katt...!"
Racked my brain, but no escape plan came. What now?
I could protect myself from harpies, sure.
But limited rations. Run out, starve, weakness stacks—can't beat them then.
Stuck between rock and hard place.
Fucking hell. Too pissed to speak.
Nothing to do now. I leaned against the cave wall and sat. Overall bored vibe. Occasionally glimpsed harpies flying outside, otherwise dead quiet.
Everyone exhausted, nothing to do—mostly sleeping through the day.
The guy bragging his twisted tastes was already snoring. Corner guy too.
Even the screamer was dozing off.
Fucking hell.
Speechless.
If I'd just rested one more day, wolves or whatever, this wouldn't have happened.
My girls would worry if I'm late... Who knows what rumors. Fuck, don't wanna stress them, but these harpy bitches...
Sigh escaped.
Only option now: recover stamina.
I lay down, calming my racing mind.
That's when it happened.
—Flutter.
—Flap flap!
Dusk falling. Intense wingbeats—jumped up, retreated deeper into cave. Not deep anyway, pointless.
"Gaaah!"
The lying man pointed at entrance like he'd seen a ghost, screaming.
Yeah.
Harpies were here.
I readied for battle, sword still sheathed.
—Flap! Flap!
—Light step.
Four harpies landed in the "front yard."
—Fold.
Wings folded. They strode in proudly on two legs. Eyes gleamed yellow.
"Kiki! We're here today too, boys!"
"Kyahaha! Yeah, you, the crybaby! Come here!"
"Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Orange-haired harpy with eagle-talon claws beckoned sharply. Still looked human.
Just hands, feet, and wing-ears different.
"Heh heh heh."
The crazy guy finally up, dropped pants, walked to entrance. One harpy shoved him down.
This psycho!
"Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The screamer was already grabbed by another. Harpy pressed claws to his throat, grinning delightedly.
What the fuck to do?
Four harpies total.
One per man, obviously.
"Where's the new boy?"
"Kikik, that dazed one standing there, sis!"
Last one in was taller than others. About 180cm.
Sleek, sharp-featured beauty—but I wouldn't be fooled.
"I'm the newbie, you cave-crawling hen bitch. What do you want?"
No intention of submitting meekly.
"Hoo?"
The harpy narrowed her eyes at me.