Ep.2 - Interrogation
Ep.2 - Interrogation
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"Aiehyo! Euhu Hin-hya Ahihyahehyooh!"
I shook my head desperately. If only my hands and legs hadn't been bound so tightly, I would have bolted out of there in an instant and screamed for help.
Of course, I wasn't in any condition to run properly, or even cry out properly. Philmark, you son of a bitch.
Anyway,
this godforsaken other world, which seemed dead set on twisting everything in the most unreasonable direction possible, had landed me in a genuinely horrific situation.
Just the sight of that red-hot, branding-iron-like thing in front of my eyes told me exactly what was about to happen to me.
"Ehahal...! Geuheon hoom...!"
Please...! Not that...!
"This little shit... I saw you talking to Lady Neva before, and now you're pretending you're mute. Right to the bitter end. Persistent—damn persistent!"
Why does nothing but horrible things happen to me...?
Isn't this crossing the line?
No, fuck...!
You hack writer—can you really not produce anything but this miserable garbage!?
How the hell do you send someone to a world like this!?
You're supposed to have some headpats, some lovey-dovey waifu moments...! And a decent amount of healing mixed in there too...!
That's what an isekai is supposed to be!
This is just—fuck—just a dogshit-tier novel that does nothing but relentlessly shit all over the protagonist!!
Please, if you're going to write trash like this, just go work a loading dock!
"Well~ let's see how long you can keep playing around~"
"Hyaaaak!! Hieeeot!!"
Fuck!! I'm telling you, I'm not doing this on purpose!!
No!!
"I'll start by frying that tongue that can't speak properly. No complaints, yeah? A little warming-up and you'll be able to talk again, right?"
"Aiyaa! Ehahal!"
No! Please!
Pride and everything else crumbled in front of a red-hot lump of metal. Even with my mangled pronunciation, I begged desperately for mercy.
"Hold on. Now that I look at him, this little bastard... he isn't ordinary. Think about it. He's the guy who was screwing that bitch Philmark. You really think he'd be struggling this hard over some measly torture? Nah, he's faking it right now. Stalling for time. Deliberately acting weak while..."
Hwooooo...
Th-thank you...
"Now that I think about it, you're right. Vicious little bastard... quite the professional, isn't he?"
For the moment, the bright red iron retreated from my view.
"But still, if he won't open his mouth, shouldn't we just kill him? We at least need to figure out where she bolted to. Let's just burn him a bit and..."
There it was again—that horrific thing closing in!
No!
I honestly don't know!
"Listen. I've got a better way. Usually, guys who hold out like this are pretty weak to pleasure."
"Hmm? Really?"
"Ah, I'm telling you! That assassin who came in before—we got him off and he was whining like a little bitch and ended up spilling everything. Nowadays he just lives as the neighborhood whore."
G-getting fucked is better than torture...?
Yeah. I'll take that instead...!
"Hmm... well... he did turn out pretty fuckable."
"So we're going with my idea?"
"Sure, why not."
Thankfully, all the hideous torture tools that had been laid out for me receded from my view.
When they were setting those things out one by one before my eyes, I honestly thought it was all over...
Rape-type sex, at least, I could endure...!
My body, already conditioned by those Bandit Women, could definitely take it.
"Eheu-euk! Euheuk! Hieot! Oheut! Oheu-eut!"
"You still won't talk properly!? Fine, let's see who wins!"
I can't wiiiin...
This is insaneee...
"Eup! Eueup! Eup! Heu-eup!"
From above, my mouth was violated by a woman's greedy tongue that sealed in even my mangled attempts at speech,
and from below, the relentless smack-smack pounding of terrifying hips drove me into an endless, dizzying pleasure.
The waist movements of this seasoned interrogation expert, clenching around my cock from every angle, felt so absurdly good it was baffling.
"Chyureup... this stubborn little shit. Guess you don't have much experience with this kind of thing, huh? I'll turn you into a cocksleeve slut turning tricks in the neighborhood soon enough. Jjyeup..."
Onto my unmoving tongue, the woman's saliva and tongue persistently invaded, wreaking havoc.
The dizzying scent of her saliva, which made my head throb, soaked into my brain. As if knowing I was feeling it, she worked her tongue even more viciously.
That tickling, slippery sensation rang through my head without pause. It was practically like getting smacked in the skull over and over.
"Eueueueup... eup! eup!"
Of course, the smacking was happening to my cock as well. Terrifying pleasure surged in from above and below.
"All you've got is a body that turns us on, huh!? Do you know what you've done!? Do you know how stupid it was to let that thieving bitch go!?"
"Eup! ueup...! Chyueueup!"
S-sorry! Please, stop!
"Still not opening your mouth? This motherfucker's a real die-hard. Fine. Let's really see who wins."
"Eueueup..."
That's not it...
Just let me talk, please let go...
Stop the kiss...
"Be prepared to have every last drop of jizz wrung out to match your sins! You empty-headed stupid bastard! Repent properly with that body of yours!"
"Keheup! Chyureup!"
Ow! It hurts!
"I'll make... this bastard's mouth spill it all. Alright, let's do this. Let's see it through to the end—you win or I win!"
With those final words, I had to spend the next several hours being squeezed dry, gasping and panting.
The women's soft, seductive bodies, practically burying me, never left my side for a moment.
I was subjected to a relentless Interrogation, enough to fill my head completely with nothing but pussy and tits.
But my empty head and my unmoving tongue simply couldn't offer up any correct information no matter how much they interrogated me.
"Eo-ok... ehek..."
"Hoo... this bastard. No joke. Let's call in more. What monstrous endurance."
And eventually, the women called in reinforcements to pry open my mouth.
"Hin-hyarooh... ol-a-yooh..."
The women who opened the door and entered saw that even with their terrifying numbers, I still wasn't spilling anything properly. With a let's-see-what-you've-got attitude, they loosened up their bodies...
and immediately pounced on me, launching into a marathon of relentless grinding that didn't allow a single moment of rest.
My cock, more sensitive than it had ever been, kept hitting climax after climax while vividly registering every distinct vaginal ridge and squeeze.
And between those horrific sessions, the women's taunting, threats, sexual harassment, anger, and annoyance...
"Ubbeb... beub..."
...was simply too harsh a treatment for one man to endure alone.
"Let's breed you as much as you've wronged us. Huh? Make babies in proportion to your sins! Got it!?"
"Ha-yi-hyo-oh..."
Save me...
"Spit it out, quick! Where did that fucker Philmark go!?"
"Olhya-ah..."
I don't know...
"You were just born a natural whore. All day long, just pitching a tent and squirting jizz! An idiot who doesn't know how to do anything else. You were born for nothing but this!"
"Ahiya-ah..."
No...
"Seriously, the problem is you dick-equipped bastards. You just think everything goes your way. Guys with nothing but rotten pride... trying so hard to hold out, but in the end you can't do shit once we squeeze you. Why do you keep holding out! Speak properly! Where did that fucker Philmark go!?"
"Eo-ok..."
"Oh... oh-eut..."
No matter how much I tried to force out the word "Load," my mouth could only spew resentful, shapeless sounds...
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In the 24-hour grinding factory that ran on a rotation system, the lights never went out.
Perhaps savoring the simultaneous joy of utterly breaking a man's spirit and the self-righteous satisfaction of punishing a crime, they tirelessly passed me around like a piece of meat.
I even started to wonder if my brain fluid was being replaced by pussy juice. I'd never thought death by snu-snu was a real thing, but after being put through this by these women, I understood the feelings of those who had experienced it firsthand.
So this is how I die.
Smothered under women's asses and tits, unable to breathe properly, dying just like this.
In the desperate situation of having to breathe only through my nose because my mouth was occupied, the heated smell of their sweat, their saliva, the fishy scent of slick pussy juices kept tormenting me relentlessly.
At this rate, I was going to turn into a complete idiot.
I'd never been called smart before, but now I was really going to become an idiot.
A gasping idiot smothered under pussies and asses...
"Eueu... beub..."
As if my cock alone wasn't enough anymore, the women began smacking their asses against my face.
Maybe there was a punitive meaning to it. It hurt. A feeling like getting slapped on the cheek with a butt.
"Talk! I said talk!"
"We'll keep playing with you until you spill everything properly, so go ahead and try holding out to the end...!"
It's not that I'm holding out...
I honestly don't know...
I thought this might be the end of my life...
I should've set a save point right at the very beginning...
Or if not that, at least before I hurt my ankle...
No... I just shouldn't have gotten swept up by Philmark...
...No. That's not it either. It's just that I'm a complete dumbass...
"Stop!"
Ah...?
"Everyone move aside...! What the hell do you think you're doing right now!?"
"Ne... Lady Neva! This subject aided Philmark's escape and caused trouble for Lady Neva, so..."
"All of you back off...! Now!"
My savior appeared before my eyes.
Tears involuntarily streamed down my face at that beautiful sight. No. Maybe it was just the overflowing pussy juice.
"Eha heit..."
Neva-ssi...
"You're all facing disciplinary action...! How could you...!"
"Lady Neva! We did this for the Albator Kingdom and for Lady Neva...!"
"Shut the hell up! All of you, get back!"
"Lady Neva! This man helped Philmark escape!"
"There's no way. There's absolutely no way he did! That filthy wretch must have seduced him with some vile act...! All of you move aside! Now!"
"Lady Neva... if you do this, Lady Neva will also face Her Majesty the Queen's...!"
"I don't care...!"
My god.
At Neva's words, all the women couldn't hide their shock.
How could Lady Neva, revered as the greatest knight commander, take such an attitude toward Her Majesty the Queen...!
Their mouths, which had been endlessly licking and sucking all over me, now hung wide open toward Neva.
But Neva paid them no mind, staggering over to me and scooping me up in her arms.
"Delin-ssi... you're okay now. It's okay... *cough*..."
Still suffering the aftereffects of the poison, she coughed repeatedly with a voice that had considerably lost its strength,
yet despite that, she pushed past all the women while holding me and walked out.
"Let's go... to my home... *cough*..."
Looking just as haggard as my own body, which had been violated into a complete mess,
Neva didn't give up on me. She rescued me.
"Euuu..."
"Let's go. Let's go... and rest properly... Everything is fine now..."
At that moving display of devotion, I finally shed real tears.
Would I ever be able to repay the grace I had received?
Neva-ssi was truly kinder and more righteous than anyone else.
Now, I was certain.
For the first time since coming to this other world, I had found somewhere to lean my heart on.
She is the greatest of knights...
Just like that, I engraved my gratitude and obligation toward Neva-ssi deep into my heart...
before losing consciousness...
Deolgeureok—
"Uuu..."
What the...
Consciousness returned.
The last thing I remembered was heading to her house while being held in Neva-ssi's arms...
"Euuuu..."
Most fortunately, the place I opened my eyes to was that plush, heavenly bed Neva-ssi had laid me down on.
I wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Because this place was safe...
But...
But why were there shackles on my hands and feet...
Huh...?
Shackles...?
Wait, shackles?
What is this.