Departing Reina and a Promise with First Love Alex
Back to the story, from Reina's point of view.
After she had beaten Lawrence to death, his direct subordinates came next.
Perhaps because it had been so long since she last used her strength, the newly attached handles snagged in door frames, and just as she had expected, the string on her clitoris caught and yanked, nearly subduing her—everything they tried was a method that suited Reina's tastes perfectly. Somehow she still finished them all off. With both her first love and her second love shattered, Reina was in a thoroughly serious mood; she was not the sort of woman who would simply let herself be taken down.
These guys fight so half-assed without Lawrence around. No threats through Alex either—it's totally deflating. Should I praise them for managing this much with their bodies already ground to pieces, or did they just want to die and rest easy…? Yeah, probably the latter. If Lawrence's level had just been a little lower, or if he hadn't been a monster, I could've made him as obedient as these guys.
She stood before a full-length mirror, tears of regret welling up. A clitoris stripped of its hood, thickly grown flesh etched with tattoos, handles sprouting where her horns had been—she had come all this way both to find the final place of her life and to be violated, yet even allowing for that, her body looked filthy.
"It doesn't feel bad, but… haaah… if they were going to go this far, they should've wrecked my nipples and asshole too so the balance would match, y'know~?"
Crack!
She smashed the mirror and headed for the red carpet where she had first met Lawrence. There sat the now-ownerless, glittering chair—and Alex, still bound and abandoned. Reina's guess proved correct: no one had touched the cock guillotine on him. The moment she casually knocked it aside, a drained Alex let out a startled sound. The mansion was already in uproar; on top of that, his restraints were suddenly coming free—he must have been wondering what the hell was going on.
"Guh… uuugh… guh~!"
"Ohhh, Boss is still healthy. Still… damn, only one day and you're already in this state? H-hey? Boss? You're okay, right?"
"Guuuh… ugh…"
"Hang on a sec. I'll just check if they stuck anything weird on you."
"G… uuu… uuu…"
When he nodded, Reina examined Alex's body, left standing like an ornamental statue. There was genuine concern for him mixed in, but also something else—an odd impulse. Whip marks all over, a hook jammed in his anus, a chastity cage… everything designed to crush a man's pride. Looking at it, Reina thought:
I'm a terrible woman too… Seeing Boss Alex like this, my crush just completely cooled off… I want to be violated by weak men, yet the second the person I love gets looked down on by other guys, my affection drops right away… What a pain-in-the-ass fetish… Boss Alex is still a minion and still a sexual object, but… how do I put it… the feeling just died…
Their relationship froze right there: he obeyed orders, provided sex when asked, and got happy when trained—nothing more.
After tasting Lawrence's sadism, Alex's lukewarm torment is going to feel a little disappointing.
Having decided that all on her own, she pressed her tongue to Alex's gaping hole. Even so, he had once been someone she loved, and the desire to follow him still lingered, so she at least felt pity for his current state.
"Guh…!!"
"Boss… your asshole must've hurt a lot, huh? Before I free you, I'll lick it better. Mmph, bereberebere… beeeerebereberebere… bereep… beeeeeee…"
"……! …………!!! ……………………?!"
Unlike usual, she pushed her tongue in without greed. The hook lodged there had lifted his anus, making it easy to enter. Yesterday he had been seared with an electric rod and even forced to put on a disgraceful show right in front of her; she cleaned his insides partly to restore a little of his pride.
"Beh-uuuup… ep… tastes like potion…… beeeeeep… churuuup… tsup… ah, this side's not coated enough… must hurt…… mmph… chureeeeeep… chuk… chuuup……"
"Huuu…… hup……… kruuuuu…………"
"Tsubbbup… churuuuuuuuup……… tsup……… tsup…… chuhuuuuuup………"
She pushed the remaining potion deeper with the tip of her tongue and rubbed the untreated spots until the wounds healed. The stinging areas settled, and Alex's breathing grew steadier. Whether the situation itself was humiliating or not, he was trying hard not to moan, yet the little sounds that still slipped out proved Reina's comfort was sinking deep into his body.
"Churub… mmph… must've hurt…… Looking at this, while I was getting railed by a horse, Boss was stuck taking this the whole time, right? Sorry…… tsurubbb… mmph…… if I'd gotten here sooner… tsuup… it wouldn't have ended like this…… tsurrrp…… euk… euup………"
"G… kru… mmph…"
"Ah, wait just a little longer? Just a bit more sucking… tsup… euup… nn… right here…… tsurrrrp~! Tsurrrrrrp~!"
"Kruuuu… kruuuu……"
At last she coated the remaining spots with her tongue, pulled free, and yanked the hook out. Whatever thick thing had been shoved in there, by this point it was no different from being raped by a man. Alex had his pride; he managed not to moan when it came free—but every time he felt that humiliation, Reina's love for him dwindled a little more.
"Hup!"
Careful not to let it show, she smashed the statue binding his legs. Next came the restraints on his arms, the eye mask and ball gag, the piercings hung there purely to crush his dignity—she snapped them all one by one, and finally broke the chastity cage on his cock. That one took some work; it was the type that blocked even the urethra, so carelessly smashing it could have been disastrous. For Reina, it was delicate labor.
"Boss, you okay?"
"Kr… ahaa… krha…… damn it…… dammmn it……!!! That rotten father of miiiiiiiiine!!!!!"
Freed and collapsed on the floor, he gasped and cracked his eyes open. Those sharp black eyes searched frantically for the target of his rage, but only corpses surrounded him. The only living thing was Reina—handles attached, clitoris remodeled. He caught his breath and made no effort to hide his irritation.
"Where is that bastard?!"
"I killed him."
"Why? That son of a bitch was perfect for you, wasn't he?!"
"There were parts that didn't match my fetish. If it had just been that, fine, but he was also Demon King's army, so even I had my limits."
"………Demon King's army?"
"You didn't know either, huh, Boss. Oh, hard to move? I'll carry you."
"Kuk…"
His tortured body still aching, he let Reina hold him as they headed for the torture chamber where her clitoris had been phimosis-tortured. Corpses grew more numerous the farther they went, yet every dead woman's face looked peaceful. At the end of that trail of bodies lay a man who appeared to be Alex's father, Lawrence. He had clearly been a bloated, pig-like man, but as time passed he had steadily lost human form and become more like a wild boar.
"Mons… ter…?"
"At the end I warned him, 'I like your training techniques so I'll spare you—lower your level,' but he refused to the last… Well, level drain doesn't work on monsters; that's common knowledge, so it couldn't be helped…"
"When the hell did he get switched? Don't tell me this thing was actually my real father?!"
"Of course not. I figure he was swapped at some point. But looking at your reaction… maybe he raised you from before you even came of age?"
"………Rotten?! Don't fuck with me!!!"
He dropped from Reina's arms and kicked the corpse.
"This piece of trash! He deceived me to the very end! He kept me alive just so I could play the part of the lord, is that it?! Damn it, damn it, dammmn it!!!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Flesh mashed and guts spilled, yet Alex's fury refused to cool. He had spent his whole life believing he was being abused by his own father—only to learn the thing was neither human nor blood-related, but a monster. No wonder Orbie had gone to ruin. He ranted that if he'd known from the start he should have exposed everything to the kingdom and destroyed the family; that would have been a hundred times better.
"Damn it, damn it, if I'd known this trash wasn't human I could've openly requested support from the kingdom! Then the family wouldn't have collapsed and I would've become lord right away! What 'internal strife'?! Getting jerked around by a monster!!"
"Looks like this country still has a lot of problems. Same with Tripoli—I get the feeling something's going on in the outer villages and cities."
"That's not what I want to hear! Aaaaargh, damn it, damn it, so irritating! Because of this dog bastard, how much have I lost?! Friends, the comrades I relied on, the bandit gang—everything!! Damn it… fuck……"
He raked his short brown hair and exhaled hard. The corpse was already unrecognizable. Boss's feet were filthy with clotted blood; rarely subdued, he looked at Reina.
"…You're the only one left."
"………………"
Knowing her fetish, he normally never showed weakness—but the revelation that his "father" was a monster, plus the deaths of the bandit gang and the guild master, had clearly shaken him.
"I heard the noises from here. Faintly… nothing but screams, really… but I knew you liked that bastard's training more than mine."
"……Yeah. I did."
"Better than me?"
"Yeah. He was on a whole different level."
"So you loved him?"
"Honestly, he was super my type. Boss, you always stop halfway and try to settle things with sex, so it felt different… I liked how he tried to kill me all the way to the end. But my constitution wants to be toyed with and trained by weak people like you, so a strong guy like that was a bit much. If he hadn't been a monster, I might've betrayed you completely."
"That figures… You're just a pervert bitch who wandered around wanting to get raped…"
"Hehe, you know me well."
He clutched his ass and waddled over to sit on the bed where Reina's horns had been cut off. Her horns were still in the trash can; looking at them, he gave a pathetic laugh.
"Indeed… I don't think I could go this far. Cutting off a person's horns and attaching handles… looking at the state of you, all I can do is laugh."
He dug through the trash and took both horns. Once Reina's pride—fine to process or keep as souvenirs. Expensive either way, so he pocketed them with that in mind.
"And you're even pregnant…"
"…Ah."
Only then did Reina remember her swollen belly. Honestly her breasts were so huge the bulge was hard to notice, so she hadn't paid it much mind. Compared to how ballooned she had been when horse semen and piss filled her womb, this was nothing.
"You going to give birth?"
"If I can, I'll just have it."
"Why? Feel sorry for the kid?"
"Nah~? I kinda want to try breast-milk play soon."
"Right… you were that kind of bitch… Damn it, why am I jealous of a dead guy……"
He scratched his head hard, telling himself this was no time to worry about Reina's condition, and pulled himself together. From her earlier answers he seemed to have realized her affection for him had cooled; he acted calmly.
"……How's Orbie? Sick of it?"
"Not so much sick of it as frustrated that things aren't going my way? I finally joined the bandit gang—if I'd just kept playing underling it would've been fun, but it collapsed out of nowhere, so the disappointment's big. I thought there were still more plays we could do together, but looking like this I probably can't even go back to the guild… There's so much I could do inside that guild, so why did it end up like this?"
"How was the journey? The bandits you traveled with are dead—what do you feel?"
"That? We weren't even together a full month, so no real attachment. They're dead, but it was just the bandit gang dying, so I'm not even sad."
"I heard you screamed at first."
"That was surprise. Still, I'm not enough of a psycho to stay stone-faced when the people next to me die."
"That so… Then what about interest in my dream? Planning to help?"
"Still interested. I mean, a city where even someone like me can lose all human rights and get violated for life? No way I'd hate that. On that front I'm still full of thoughts about helping."
"And what about me personally?"
"More than a friend, less than Master. Honestly the rose-tinted glasses came off… Sorry, Boss. You don't look that attractive anymore."
"…………I see."
He grew gloomy again.
The direction of the questions, the way he was acting like a dumped man—Reina broke out in a cold sweat.
"…Did you maybe like me?"
"A little…"
"Uweh…… You know that just dropped your affection points again, right?!"
"If it's less than Master, it's all the same. In your eyes there's probably no big difference between me and some street bum begging to use your pussy every day."
"Going that far is too pessimistic… In that sense, Boss, you really did understand my fetish well. You used the contract to make me your slave, and you could've just confessed whenever you wanted, yet you only ever treated me as a slave to the end. Or maybe we hadn't known each other long and everything collapsed too fast so you missed the timing?"
"Both. I was planning to confess. Someday, after I finished the City That Never Sleeps, pulled out all your teeth, and wrecked your human rights."
"Ah, romantic~♡"
"Would you accept it then?"
"I might think about it then. Right now the affection's cooled, so I need a recharge period."
"I see—so I haven't been hated that badly. Becoming like that human is disgusting, but for your sake I'll need to polish my sadistic side."
"A man who works hard is cool. Honestly I like that part."
When Reina smiled brightly, Boss closed his eyes and gave a hollow laugh. His body was wrecked, but the lord was dead just as he had wanted; now only the cleanup remained. There were still issues with Reina, yet if her affection hadn't completely died, there was still a chance—he soothed himself and asked again.
"What will you do now? You won't want to stay with a man like me forever, and you must have something you want."
"Should you really be saying that, Boss? I'm still bound by the contract with you, so you can still use me."
"That was just me playing along with your games. More importantly, with things like this, don't you have things you need to do?"
"That's true. Actually I found out a comrade of mine is in Tripoli, so I was thinking of heading that way. If the Demon King's army has revived, I can't just sit around—I have to get back to work. Looking at the situation it doesn't seem like a full-scale resurrection… more like the old branch bases the Demon King's army used are scattered around and starting up again? Until I smash them all, I'm back to wandering."
"That so."
"…Short answer. Not going to stop me? A pretty dragon like me is leaving, you know?"
"I plan to finish the City That Never Sleeps before you come back. I've already confessed, more or less, so next time you return I'll be a better man. Then you won't even need me to confess—you'll stick yourself to my city, so no need to feel anxious."
"Heeh… still cool. Ah, you can keep those horns as souvenirs. Use them however you like, Boss."
"I was going to anyway."
He gripped the horns tightly and jerked his chin toward a wall in the corner of the torture chamber.
"By the way… you really went all out. By now the outside must be in an uproar. If you leave through the front gate that perverted handle will make everyone recognize you, so use the secret passage over there. Stop by the house, grab what you need, and leave tomorrow if you want. The family head is dead and it's turned into an assassination mess, so I'll be busy for a while."
"Eh, that's all? Nothing else you want to say?"
"I already showed you enough disgrace to kill any remaining affection; I can't very well cling to your crotch and drag things out. Tripoli, was it? There's a dungeon on the way you'd like—I'll send you a map today or tomorrow. I didn't plan on parting this suddenly so I have nothing prepared; settle for that as a farewell gift."
"I said the affection cooled, but now that I'm actually leaving it might feel a little lonely…"
"You really do have a troublesome fetish."
"For real, same."
Reina approached the wall he indicated, then turned back toward him.
"…What?"
"Kiss."
"Didn't you just say the affection was gone?"
"But you're coming back to the Master seat, right? Then give me a reservation kiss. Promise you'll become a weakling but sadistic man who can make me, Reina, submit."
"What a pain-in-the-ass bitch…"
Yet the moment he pressed his lips to hers with a carefree air, Alex's true intentions were obvious. He greedily claimed the beautiful, powerful slave he refused to lose. He thoroughly tasted the lips of the woman who had just licked his anus, even biting her tongue to leave pain and his mark.
"Ayyy… Boss, seriously… I said the affection cooled, not that I completely hate you~!"
"As if I'd believe the words of an indecisive bitch like you. Don't forget the feel of that just now, and make sure you come back. I'll prepare a place perfect for you to die… Got it? Absolutely?"
"Heh, got it. I'll definitely come back."
With that she left without further clinging. She pushed the wall; the secret passage opened. Careful not to snag her new handles on the stone, Reina slipped inside and vanished. A dragon with fellatio handles instead of horns—truly ridiculous.
"That thing is a hero? The world's gone to hell. And I'm the idiot working hard to prepare a deathbed for that perverted hero."
Thinking how he had gotten tangled with a bitch like that made his head hurt, so he cut the thought short. Instead he stared at the dragon horns in his hands, narrowing his eyes. Reina had said he could use them however he liked, but he had never once intended to sell them.
"…Hollowing them out shouldn't be hard. Since it's a special occasion, maybe I'll make her a farewell gift."
Reina would leave tomorrow.
He decided to hand her both the gift made from these horns and the dungeon map he had mentioned earlier.