Ep.2 - Real Sex Shown Right Before Your Eyes (3)
Ep.2 - Real Sex Shown Right Before Your Eyes (3)
The inhuman chakjeong that followed descended into horrors so extreme they defied any attempt to put them into words.
With unshakeable will and relentless tenacity, Philmark was determined to reduce Delin to a mindless, sex-crazed creature who knew nothing but pleasure—and she poured every ounce of her fierce love and lust directly into him.
"Euh-heugh-euk! Stooop ihiit..."
What method did she use?
Holding Delin from behind,
right at the edge of the bed where Neva could see, she spread his legs wide open,
"Ah-heugh-eueuk! I'm sohorryyy!"
wedged her own firm, bronze thighs between his legs so he couldn't budge an inch,
"Sthooop ahhaaht! Euh-heugh-eueuk!"
and then soaked Delin's sensitive organ with her special [penis-punishing poison] and stroked it without mercy.
That flawless, supreme caress—delivering terrifying pleasure with every motion—was so perfectly calibrated for tormenting an already sensitized cock that
an ambiguous, lewd expression, impossible to read as either weeping or moaning, kept surfacing on Delin's face.
"Ah-heuk! Ah-heugh-euk! Ee-heugh-euk!"
The only escape left to him was returning to the [last Save point] where Philmark had first been captured,
but with Philmark's fingers ravaging the inside of his mouth, and the deep, unrelenting kisses as she kept turning his head toward her, he simply could not pronounce [Load] properly.
"This is weeeird! This... hi-eugh... I hate thiiss...!"
Had the pleasure—so electrifying it jolted through his entire body—disrupted the language centers in his brain, shattering his ability to form words and sentences?
He sobbed like a child, crying and wailing for her to save him, to stop, that he didn't want to feel good anymore.
"Stooop aahaht! Hih-eugh...! I don't like feeling good anymoreee... hih-heek!"
Watching that man right before her eyes, Neva glared at Philmark with pure hatred—for daring to commit such atrocious, cruel acts, filthy and vile beyond anything that could be spoken aloud, against her own beloved.
Her trembling body, her face flushed bright red, and the tears streaming down with fury laid her feelings utterly bare.
But hatred toward Philmark was not all Neva felt.
There were complex, subtle feelings stirring toward Delin—who wailed in pleasure before her very eyes like a beast... or like a child.
The helplessness and self-loathing that came from failing to protect him.
Delin, crying out in greater pleasure than he ever had with her. The sting of betrayal and the hollow emptiness toward him.
And yet—Delin, who was still so deeply lovable.
And for that very reason, Delin, who had become all the more hateful.
A hatred toward Delin that grew just as fiercely as her hatred toward Philmark.
She wondered why he hadn't truly accepted her, yet she also wondered whether she herself had been too timid, too lukewarm in her approach.
Even the sight of him whimpering in that bitch Philmark's clutches—that should have been a vision of her beloved lover, a sight meant for her eyes alone to cherish.
In the end, the shame of having failed to protect him yet again, the hollow awareness that even now, as Knight Commander, she kept letting everyone slip away from her side,
and at the end of all those tangled emotions, a young girl from old memories came flooding back.
That pure, bright child who always followed her around, professing her love for her big sister, who used to sing that she wanted to become a wonderful person just like her strong and cool big sister.
That child.
No—that girl had been born with such a frail body that Neva always carried her on her back.
Neva always smiled at that girl's side. That someone needed her was an incomparably joyful and rewarding thing.
Perhaps that part of her had been shaped by her parents, who had left her side since childhood.
Beside the girl who had stood alone from such a young age, only one small, younger sibling remained—barely reaching her own chest.
Leaving behind those two girls, each so precious it wouldn't have hurt to keep them even in her eyes, their parents had departed on a truly long journey. According to the rumors that reached them, they encountered monsters and storms on a voyage across the distant seas.
Everyone deemed their deaths glorious. For the finest death a noble could meet was to die honorably on a mission for nation and people.
But the two girls left behind could not comprehend their parents' glorious death.
Yet neither could they hate them. Because they had so dearly loved their parents, who had been endlessly affectionate.
The only solace was that the abandoned girls could grow up under the state's support and protection.
It was a mansion far too large and desolate for just two to live in, but wrapped in each other's arms on the big bed, it felt as though the whole house was full.
And so they endured, leaning on each other.
One could say it was a relationship in which Neva protected the girl—but in turn, Neva was likely able to keep herself together only because of her.
But one day, the tiny little girl left her big sister's side.
No one knew why. Whether she left of her own will, or whether some misfortune befell her...
No one quite knew.
No one quite knew,
but after that day, all that remained in the utterly empty mansion was a single female knight with no more tears left to shed.
Such is the nature of life—truly wretched.
Regrettably, the day her little sister slipped out of the mansion was the day the two girls had quarreled fiercely,
and the reason she hadn't stepped forward despite having every chance to bring her back was because she had clung to the hurt feelings from that quarrel.
Ironically, the last words Neva had spat out were, "I can't even stand the sight of you."
Time passed.
Trustworthy subordinates, kind comrades, a great master, a true lord...
Many people seeped into her life, but in the end, a hollow cavity always remained in one corner of Neva's heart.
Perhaps Neva had always thrown herself into her missions to fill that void.
To run away from the guilt and longing crushing her heart.
"Ah, ah-heugh... heugh... heuk! Hih-heugh-euk!"
There was one man to whom this Neva first opened her heart.
And right before her eyes, he was being brutally drug-marinated and tormented by hand, drowning in pleasure to the point where tears welled up and spilled over.
She had thought all her life she would have no ties to men, yet here was this strange man who had inexplicably seized her heart...
Was it because he seemed as fragile as her own small, precious little sister?
The image of that child, who had spent long hours in bed due to poor health, was reflected in Delin.
"Say it! Whose cock is this?"
"Ri, Riko-nihiim's... ihiit... hih-heugh-euk! Please stooop!"
How truly lamentable.
Delin, whose already clouded mind was being steeped in horrifying pleasure and conditioned without pause,
"Save! Now!"
"Euh-geugh-euk!"
was carving out Neva's empty, hollow heart and making it grow emptier still...
"I'm gonna diiie..! At this raaate..."
"Shall we see who wins? Hm? Maybe it'd be fine to just turn you into a retarded little shit who knows nothing but sex! I'd still love you anyway...! Even if you turn into a drooling, stringy-spit idiot, I'll still love you! Delin, I love youuu!"
"Ah-heugh-euk! Hih-heugh-euk!"
Neva's vision blurred.
Death was likely near.
At the same time, Delin's vision, steeped in pleasure, blurred as well.
His neurons had melted so electrifyingly they could no longer function; he couldn't even maintain proper consciousness and could only let out moans.
But Delin's restless, ravaged appearance in Neva's eyes was still...
No. Rather...
It resonated in Neva's heart more deeply than before, settling into that hollow space.
Even as he laid bare every shameful part of himself, Neva, ironically, felt love for him.
She had never been able to distinguish whether it was truly love, or whether she was simply trying to fill the empty space in her heart—drawn to him because his demeanor reminded her of her little sister.
But now, in this moment where he broke through the very floor of human dignity and vomited out moans, Neva finally faced her own heart squarely.
The man before her eyes was even more delicate, more helpless, more pitiful, more desperate than her little sister—and yet a foolish existence that refused to give up on life no matter what.
She realized that he was the second chance and second mission granted to her by Penola, the god of light and mercy—the final grace she had to stake her life to claim.
"Del..."
But her voice no longer reached Delin.
Partly because her voice, on the verge of death, was too faint,
"Sshwu-wap♥ Sshwu-eueup♥"
and partly because Delin, receiving [Philmark's Special Aphrodisiac] mouth-to-mouth to heighten the pleasure, was surging toward a climax so intense even his pupils were fully dilating.
Aah.
Humans always realize what is precious only when they sense the end approaching.
Watching the younger sister who had already departed, and Delin whom she was now sending away, Neva gradually lost consciousness.
Thus that strong and resolute knight, the finest knight of the Albator Kingdom, Neva, met her end.
Though she possessed honor that soared to the heavens and the greatest martial prowess, in the end she could only send away those truly dear to her...
Desperately praying that she might be granted a chance, just once, at the very end...
"Euh-heughk..."
"Save."
"Eh... gehkk..."
"I said Save!"
"Eh..."
"Save... huh...?"
"..."
"Delin?"
"W-wait! Delin!"
"Oh... fuck!"
[You have died. Auto-restoring to the most recently saved point.]