Ep.1 - Escape (3)
Ep.1 - Escape (3)
In that moment she drew her dagger, the future that flashed through my mind was a terrifying sight: me with no limbs left, drooling endlessly, squeezed to the last drop and dying of shock—or snu-snu...!
"Please, spare me! I'm begging you...!"
"Anyone listening would think I'm trying to kill you. Hold still. Drink this first. It'll stop the bleeding and help with the pain..."
"No! Mmph!"
Philmark grabbed my jaw and poured some kind of sticky liquid into my mouth.
I had no idea what that liquid in the vial at her waist was, but convinced I absolutely must not drink it, I struggled desperately...!
"Mmph! Mmbl! No! I said no!"
"Keep quiet, darling...! If Neva that bitch catches wind of our location, things get messy. It'll be over in a bit... just bear with it. If we're going to keep traveling together, this is the only way. So drink it."
"Please...! Please! I won't cut off your legs, and I won't run away...! Okay? Please!"
"You just tried to bolt a second ago. Shut up and just drink it!"
"Uurp!"
The vial was forced past my lips, and her strength wrenched my head back.
Her terrifying grip, unflinching no matter how many times I smacked and hit her, had tears leaking from my eyes before I knew it.
"Uu... gulk, ggrk..."
At last, the contents of the vial penetrated my mouth. Even as my tongue tried to block the opening, I couldn't stop the in-Dragon stuff from flooding in.
Once my mouth was fully stuffed with the in-Dragon contents, Philmark withdrew the vial and clamped her hand over my mouth.
"Swallow. Hurry."
No!
I didn't want to become a dismembered, living dildo—God-plight!—like this...!
"You're just wasting time by holding out like that. Swallow, while I'm asking nicely."
No...
"If you don't swallow right now..."
Her hand wrapped around my throat.
The stimulation made my throat convulse.
"I'll make you swallow by force, got it?"
Trembling, I looked at her pitifully. I sent her a message with my eyes and my tears: 'please, spare me.'
But she simply forced the drug on me with a rigid expression, not the slightest waver in her gaze.
She gripped my throat.
At that stimulus, my eyes squeezed shut.
Her gentle hand, kneading me almost like a massage, urged me to hurry and swallow the liquid in my mouth.
My brain, long deprived of swallowing, also sent a God-signal telling me to gulp it down already.
"Grg... mmph..."
Gulp—
Only after I forced it down past my throat at last did Philmark release me.
"Kack... ugh..."
I could feel the sticky substance sliding down my esophagus far too vividly.
And along with it, the gradual fog clouding my head, I felt that all too clearly as well.
Only one thing remained. I couldn't lose both my legs.
Let's Load.
After Loading, I'd stall as long as possible, then cling to Neva's side and run.
"Stay still. It'll be over soon."
"Lo..."
"Philmarkkkkk!"
Just before I could force out the word Load, Neva burst from the bushes and lunged at Philmark.
The two of them, tangled together, went tumbling across the ground and bounced away,
and I, my body heating up strangely thanks to the bizarre effect of the drug, crawled away inch by inch.
Peok— Peouk—
From behind me, the terrifying, violent sounds of Neva and Philmark fighting rang out one after another,
and their yells and fury echoed loudly enough to rattle the whole forest.
"This son of a bitch! If it weren't for you...!"
"You beastly animal, worse than a brute! Abducting a law-abiding citizen and...!"
I had to use this opening to escape.
There was nothing I could do to help anyway, so I had to bolt fast and at least not get in the way...!
"Delin!"
When I turned at the sound of my fake name being called, I saw Philmark shaking Neva off and charging at me.
"Hik...!"
Terrified by that horrifying sight, I tried desperately to crawl away,
but soon she was on top of me, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Why are you running away! You liked it too! You were panting and loving it too! We both liked it...! So why are you running away! We were in love..."
Ppak—
At that, Neva's sturdy boot slammed precisely into Philmark's side.
From the impact, Philmark was torn off me and sent rolling.
"Run as far away as you can! I will protect you!"
I nearly burst into tears at that image of a true knight trying to defend a citizen.
But even the strength to shed tears had to be conserved—I had to crawl desperately...! This was my last chance!
"Philmark! You have truly thrown away the last shred of your humanity. In the name of Neva, sworn sword of the Kingdom of Albator, defender of justice..."
"Fuck! You bitch!"
Philmark lunged at Neva again with terrifying speed and began a deathmatch, before Neva could even finish her sentence.
To put as much distance as possible between me and that horrifying scene, I grabbed a tree, hauled my body up with difficulty, and started walking endlessly forward.
I tried to run, but with my legs barely holding any strength, simply walking was practically a miracle.
"Delin! Delin!"
But my staggering steps couldn't get me far enough from them,
and Philmark came at me with relentless persistence,
so in the end, the three of us ended up tangled together, grappling in the mud over and over.
"Just die...! If you're going to leave, then die! If you're going to rub your body against other whores and go on living, then right here and..."
"Put away your blade! You filthy bandit brat, daring to point a sword at a powerless innocent!"
"Fuck...! Just fuck off! I said fuck off...!"
With my ankle seized in a crushing grip, being dragged this way and that, I couldn't keep my God-awareness straight at all.
The one silver lining, perhaps, was that even caught in the grip of that horrifyingly strong woman, I felt no pain.
Sometimes I'd hear the sound of bones crunching, but it didn't hurt.
Wait.
Fuck.
My bones shouldn't be crunching...
"Leggo...! Let go!"
I kicked at Philmark repeatedly with my one free foot, but she didn't even flinch; bleeding from the spots where Neva had struck her, she still showed indomitable will as she pulled me toward her.
"Die here! You... you're mine. I found you first, I held you first, I was the first to..."
"Shut your mouth and let go! Philmark!"
"Grrk..."
Neva's solid gauntlet wrapped around Philmark's throat and squeezed tight.
Thanks to that, I regained my freedom and tried to get up and run again, but as expected, maybe my bones really were broken... I couldn't even stand properly.
In that bizarre situation with no pain but unable to walk, I crawled with both arms, trying to put as much distance from Philmark as possible.
"Grgrk... grrk..."
"You are sentenced to death, Philmark...! Now give up every— kack!"
Even in the desperate situation of being strangled, Philmark stabbed Neva's thigh with her dagger and broke free from the crisis.
"You... damrnit... Philmarkkk..."
"Delin...!"
After that, she pounced on me again, desperately hugging me, looking at me with a ferocious face that could be described as demonic or monstrous...
The blood dripping from her fell onto my face, painting me in her madness as well.
"You're mine. You're mine... You can never leave. Under no circumstances..."
Peouk—
Once again, what tenaciously stopped her was Neva's fist.
Neva held Philmark back to the end and carried out her justice.
"Never! Never! At least before my eyes... I will never permit such heinous villainy...!"
All three were desperate.
A man trying to break free,
a woman trying to catch and kill him,
a knight trying to stop her from killing.
The three bodies, thoroughly soaked in the blood and mud shed by the two women, were a pitiful sight.
"Just die!"
At last.
With a single shriek, Philmark gripped her dagger and lunged at the man.
"No!"
Neva lunged at Philmark.
"No...!"
Facing the two women fighting over control of the dagger above him, Delin thrust out his fists.
Philmark's soft breasts pressed down on Delin's chest,
and Neva's weight stacked on top of that, pressing Delin down to the point he could barely breathe.
The God-awareness of all three was focused solely on that single dagger.
The dagger, quivering right before Delin's eyes.
"Grr... hrgk..."
"Hrrut...!"
"Ugrrkk...!!"
The terror of death brought right up to his face.
A spine-chilling sensation that made him agonize dozens, hundreds of times over whether to Load or not.
But Delin didn't shout Load.
Maybe it was a side effect of the drug, or maybe it was because he was pouring all his soul's strength into fending off the blade,
but in any case, Delin endured desperately!
Yes! Now that it's come to this, let's settle it right here!
If I'm ever to return to my original world, don't I have to escape Philmark's clutches no matter what?
Right now, with a knight named Neva checking Philmark and helping me, this is the optimal chance, a once-in-a-lifetime, only opportunity to escape!
"Die...!"
"You die! Just die already...!"
"I will never let him die...! Never!"
Gradually, Philmark's dagger was forced upward.
Neva's strength was slowly beginning to overpower Philmark's.
"Please! Just die!"
Philmark sobbed as she struggled desperately.
But Delin, his jaw clenched tight, jabbed his fingers into Philmark's eyes.
No matter how monstrously strong she was, the soft eyeball cannot be trained.
"Aaaarrggh!"
Ting—
Ultimately, the dagger, already raised high over their heads, was sent flying far away by Neva,
and soon Philmark, wailing, was slammed face-first into the ground, completely subdued by Neva.
"Philmark...! This is the end for you!"
"Delin, Delin! Delin! Urrraaaggh!"
Looking at the weeping Philmark, Delin let out a sigh of relief.
Now at last, he properly takes his first step into this other world.
From this point on, he will come to feel the irrationality of this isekai in his bones.
This is the story of a man swept from Earth to another world,
of his desperate struggle to return to his own world.
Along the way, he gets caught up in all kinds of incidents in a bizarre world where men and women are strangely misaligned, becoming entangled with the lovely women he meets.
The end result is him getting fucked over and passed around like a piece of meat on the road...
that kind of story.
Ep. 1 Philmark Bandit Troop
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