Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Main Heroine's Defeat Masturbation
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“Tag her! Before his dick falls off!”
My urgent shout had the guy frantically gesturing with his hands.
We were one slip away from witnessing the horrific sight of a man turning into Uranus right in front of our eyes, so I was pretty pressed for time myself.
“D-Done!”
Thankfully, tagging was faster than swinging that scythe.
The moment Konakan said that, Rebecca let the scythe in her hand slip slowly from her grasp.
Its blade was so viciously sharp that even after losing its momentum, it sank deep into the wooden floor with a solid thunk.
“If it embeds like that in wood, his dick would've been sliced clean off the bone.”
“D-Don't say such horrifying things.”
Just imagining it was enough to make Konakan tremble like an aspen leaf.
I still felt a chill too, more accustomed to the sensation of having nearly fifty years' worth of dick than this new body.
Rebecca said nothing.
Her face blank, she remained sitting spread-legged in an M-shape before Konakan, staring blankly into space.
“...What's wrong with her?”
“No idea.”
“Did you kill her?”
“No, I did exactly what you told me!”
“Recite the tags currently on her.”
Konakan pointed one by one above Rebecca's pink hair, reciting the tags.
#Obsession, #Regret, #Corruption, #Hardcore, #Netorare.
Blocked: #Yandere
So this is the real deal 'Corrupted Heroine' you hear about. Those tags are brutal.
The originally absent #Netorare tag got added, and blocking the potential #Yandere tag might've caused some system glitch?
Not knowing the cause, I pursed my lips and let out a soft sigh.
“...Aren't you gonna put something on?”
I belatedly realized I was still bottomless down there.
“Oh, right. I tore them earlier.”
“In hindsight, did you have to rip them?”
“The situation got to me... I got a bit carried away. Sorry.”
“If you're sorry, buy me a new pair, man.”
To that, he nodded vigorously, as if swearing an oath.
“Of course I'll buy them. Though now I'm curious what the markets around this village look like.”
“Hope there's money.”
“There probably is. Oh, check your inventory, just in case.”
“Inventory?”
“She wouldn't walk around in pajamas, and there's no clothes around the inn, so she must have an inventory function.”
Smart guy?
Sure enough, the moment I said 'inventory', a blue semi-transparent window popped up in front of me.
As expected, there was a skirt and robe I'd wear outside, plus a bit of gold inside.
Come to think of it, Rebecca summoned her scythe from thin air too. Meaning she always carries that wicked thing in her inventory?
'This girl's seriously scary. Gotta be careful.'
With that resolve in my mind, I rummaged through the inventory and pulled out a skirt to put on.
“...No. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry...”
A muttering like a chant made me turn my head.
The source was the corrupted heroine Rebecca, scythe in hand.
Still with dazed eyes, she began mumbling to thin air over and over.
“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry...”
What's suddenly up with her?
Hard to adjust to her going from rampaging like a madwoman, hair-grabbed, to flat on the floor like this.
Did messing with the tags break something for real?
Puzzled and baffled, that's when.
Suddenly, Rebecca slowly slipped her hand under her skirt.
“Sorry, I, did wrong, hnnght, I, aaht, aang, haeut, hhng...!!”
She gently rubbed between her thighs.
Soon wetting her fingers with saliva, she dove into full-on...
...masturbation.
“Aang, hnnght...! Eut, hiiat, ah, feels, aaut, no hate, eot, haeut, ng, hheut...!”
Her thighs soaked in moments, making a mockery of the saliva lubricant.
With that iron grip of hers plunging into her own flesh, it must feel as good as any guy's tool.
The main heroine's masturbation show starting so abruptly left me dumbfounded, brain frozen for a moment.
“Aang... Haang...!! Haet, ah, no, stop, ah, haang...!! Please, hup, euup, eung...?!”
Her hand grew rougher and faster, the lewd squelching following her fingers growing louder.
But something was off about her engrossed self-pleasure.
“Eup, eung, hnngat...!! No, eot, aung, hnat, ah, ah, aang...!”
If she hates it, why not stop?
Like she was being forcibly ravaged by someone brutal.
Tears streaming, she clamped her mouth shut and begged.
“Aaut, the, s-sound, it's, coming out, ahng...! Konakan's, next door, ang, haang, aungh...!!”
Now that I thought about it, her moans mixed not just sweet cries, but suspiciously guilty, depraved whimpers.
“Hey, what did you do?”
Impossible not to suspect.
But Konakan, face flushed watching her, startled at my call and waved his hands frantically.
“I-I didn't do anything!”
“Then why's she suddenly like this? Why's a fine girl putting on a loser's masturbation show out of nowhere?”
“How should I know? I really didn't do a thing!”
“And those lines, like some NTR'd heroine...”
Huh?
Wait a sec.
NTR clicked something.
“This might be because of the #Netorare tag.”
“Why?”
“It's manifesting as 'regret/corruption/obsession' behavior from loser's masturbation in a stolen-love scenario.”
“Oh... That makes sense.”
Konakan nodded.
So if I'm right, tags can interact to produce specific behaviors even without a direct #DefeatMasturbation tag.
But hypotheses need proof.
“Can you remove the #Netorare tag?”
If my theory holds, without #Netorare, she'd have no need to regret or corrupt over being 'stolen', so the masturbation should stop.
“But, Kiriche.”
Konakan hesitated, not keen on my suggestion.
“Can't we just leave her like this?”
“Why? Nice view?”
“Her fingering's intense, but that's not the reason.”
Konakan's reluctance to save Rebecca was simple.
“Reviving her would just be more hassle anyway.”
“Why think that?”
“The root 'Obsession' tag can't be removed.”
Oh, right. That primary tag.
With the unremovable 'Obsession', reverting her would mean endless trouble.
And if that obsession went beyond normal persistence, we could face dick-chopping risk again.
Honestly, even I'd hesitate to travel with someone who nearly cut mine off.
Especially knowing reform is impossible.
His words didn't sound heartless at all. If he insisted on dragging her along after nearly losing his dick, I'd question his pure love credentials.
Still, I tried convincing him.
“Konakan. How about taking Rebecca anyway?”
“Why?”
“This eroge world doesn't seem that safe.”
Plenty of evidence.
The 'Purity Contract' alone implies a world with all sorts of status ailments, mentioning 'recovery from all status effects'.
Sure, who cares about status ailments in an eroge.
But goblins, trolls, monsters exist for real.
This main heroine in defeat-masturbation mode is a 'close-range dealer', and I'm a 'mage' myself.
Means we'll face combat at least once, danger unknown.
“Risks definitely exist, so more party members mean safer.”
“Who's responsible for my dick's safety?”
“With #Yandere blocked, she won't obsess to the point of harming you.”
“...Probably?”
“She won't.”
As long as no blood's spilled.
Party blood's fine from one hymen pop.
“Take her. She'll be useful somehow.”
Konakan still looked reluctant, dick-trauma lingering. Makes sense.
But agreeing my point had merit.
“#Netorare, removed.”
“Hyaeut...! Hheut, eung, ngheut...”
Rebecca's storm of fingering slowed, her composure gradually returning.
Her hands, drenched in clear fluid from tormenting herself, and still climaxing, twitched with fresh juices trickling down her thighs each time.
“Won't regret it?”
“She has #Regret, why you worried?”
“You never know with people.”
“Ugh, what's with all the fretting, man?”
I chided him, clicking my tongue.
Above her head, time ticked slowly.
[46:39:21]
About 30 minutes since I last checked?