Ep.2 - I'll Take Care of You for Life (2)
Ep.2 - I'll Take Care of You for Life (2)
Back inside the prison, Delin ran frantically to Philmark and began yanking out the wedges one by one.
"Ughh...!"
Fucking heavy!
But he had to get them out. If Neva dragged him off like this, he'd be completely fucked—no chance of escape, stuck living on a bed until the day he died...!
"Thish... hurtss... khh..."
Philmark clenched her teeth down hard, enduring not just the lingering echoes of pain that hadn't yet faded, but also the fresh agony of having the wedges pulled from her body.
But the seal on the door was about to release too...
Deudeudeudeudeudeudeuk-
'Fuckfuckfuck!'
Delin repeated the words 'I'm fucked' hundreds of times inside his head as he frantically yanked at the wedges, but his rushed fingers, panicked by the dread of Neva bursting in any second, just wouldn't pull them out properly!
And on top of that!
"Delin. This... don't tell me... you're the one doing this? You're turning it back? Time?"
Neva's agitated voice filtered through the crack of the door, which hadn't even fully opened yet!
"So that's...! That's what it was. All that talk about Saving and Loading—all of it!"
Neva finally grasped the full scope of Delin and Philmark's act of infidelity.
The image of Delin desperately trying to shout something right in front of her, the image of Philmark constantly cutting him off and urging him to Save—all of it!
Even the sound of Delin's voice just moments ago, clearly shouting [Load] before he turned back time!
"That's what it was! Delin!"
"Agh... just hurry...!"
About three wedges left.
The sealing door halfway open.
"It wasn't Lady Penola's mercy—it was your power, Delin! No...! You were the very gift Lady Penola bestowed upon me."
Unable to contain her excitement, Neva dropped to her belly and began crawling through the gap beneath the not-yet-open door, squirming her way into the prison.
"When you shout Load, you go back to the past, right? Isn't that right? Then we can live forever! Eternally!! We just have to keep Loading and live!"
"Fa... ast... pu... khhk..."
"They won't come out! Ughh..."
At last.
Neva reached the ultimate conclusion.
Hundreds of times. No.
Tens of thousands of times!
No—she could remain like this for all eternity. Torturing that piece of trash woman forever, whispering love to Delin forever.
Was this heaven?
Was her life of devotion and service finally being rewarded?
Clunk-
At last, one of her hands slipped through the door gap and dug into the prison interior.
Delin flinched in shock at the sight and desperately fought back the sob threatening to escape as he struggled to remove the remaining wedges, but...
"Delin."
Neva, having finally wormed her way inside, stared at his actions and cocked her head at an eerie angle.
"What are you doing?"
"Hik!"
Delin hurriedly hid behind Philmark's back, yanked out even the very last wedge, and concealed himself.
"Ptui... look at that crazy look in her eyes... fucking lunatic."
Philmark, who had been freely manipulating her violet fluid to fill the holes perforating her body, watched Neva muttering bizarrely while prone on the ground and slowly loosened her own body.
"Delin... if I kill that bastard, you're mine. Got it..?"
I'd rather not...!
But for now there was no other choice!
"I-I got it, so just block her firs..."
"Delin."
Neva called my name.
Still prone on the ground, having crawled through that narrow passage, Neva looked up at me from under the heavy stone door that hadn't yet fully opened.
"Why?"
In that instant,
Philmark, already knowing she stood no chance in a straight fight, snatched up one of the wedges that had been driven through her own body and hurled it right at the center of Neva's forehead. Like the top-tier thief she was, she had zero hesitation about striking when her opponent was off guard.
But Neva didn't fall for it. She caught the vicious wedge tearing through the air with her bare hand and, instead, slowly rose to her feet.
"What are you doing right now?"
The recoil from snatching that spinning, razor-sharp wedge barehanded was considerable. Neva's delicate hand was shredded into ribbons, blood streaming through the tatters of dangling flesh.
But Neva paid not a single shred of attention to her hand. The only thing occupying her mind was Delin's terrified face, pleading with her to break Philmark's seal and defeat her.
"Why?"
Why was Delin backing away from her in fear?
Why was he hiding behind that hateful thief bitch?
Why?
"Delin?"
The moment Neva asked the reason, Philmark snatched up two wedges at her feet and lunged at her.
Though her body hadn't yet properly recovered, she seemed to judge that with one hand wrecked, the odds might be passable.
But that judgment was rendered meaningless. Neva stopped staring blankly at Delin as if she couldn't comprehend him and immediately bit down hard enough to shatter every molar, gripping her sword.
"WHY!!"
Philmark halted mid-charge and ducked her head. Neva's blade swept right over it, leaving a single long, elegant scar on the prison wall. The stone had caved in along the arc of her slash. Monstrous wind pressure.
From there, the two clashed. Naturally, Philmark was the one being driven back. A body that hadn't properly recovered could not fully evade the frenzied assault of an enraged female knight.
Delin, cowering in a corner and trembling to avoid getting caught in the brutal fight, could only pray that things would somehow unfold in his favor...
Kwajik-
"Urgh..."
A hole was punched through the center of Philmark's stomach.
With her ability, she could soon restore the punctured area, but Neva gave her no gap for recovery.
And thus...
Seogeok-
"Hyaaak...!"
Philmark's head was severed from her body.
"Deliin!"
"Lo-Load!"
[Loaded to save point.]
"Keheog... fuuuck..."
"Hheuk, hheu-euk... what do I do..."
"Hurry, pull them ouuut..."
"A-Alright! Please, this time just..."
Geudeudeudeudeudeudeuk-
"Please, pleaaase...!"
Seogeok-
Philmark lost the second fight as well.
"Why! Why are you doing this to me!"
"Load! Loadd!"
[Loaded to save point.]
"N-Now... now I can win... I've got the feel for it..."
"Please, please just win!"
Seogeok-
The tip of the enraged woman's sword was sharp.
Philmark was defeated faster than before.
"You said you loved me! We even swore the oath of husband and wife to each other!"
"Loaddd! Load!!"
[Loaded to save point.]
"Let's... just change the strategy... You draw her attention and..."
"Dr-Draw her attention? How?"
"Lunge a..."
Seogeok-
This time, before they'd even pulled all the wedges out, Neva burrowed into the prison and cleaved Philmark in two.
"Hyaaak!"
"Keep doing it. Keep trying that, see what happens! Deliiin! How could you betray me! I said I'd give you everything! I said I'd protect you! That I'd help you with everything! But...! But you fool around with this thief bastard! How dare you!"
"Lo... Load!"
[Loaded to save point.]
Nothing changed but Neva's speed entering the prison, which only grew faster.
Now, before they could even pull three wedges out, Neva was already entering the prison.
Crawling on her belly under the slowly lifting stone door, her emotions grew more violent, more venomously possessed with each repeated Load.
"Why? Why in the world? Why are you trying to run away too? Do you hate me? You said you liked it too, didn't you? And now this? I get it. I finally get it. You... Delin, you! Was it that good, what you did with that whore? You filthy slut! You'd sell your body for cheap pleasure like that? You!?"
"Load...! Hheu-euk..."
[Loaded to save point.]
And at last.
Over 15 regressions, Neva screamed at the top of her lungs in a state of utter fury,
Over the next 5 regressions, she gradually quelled her excitement and mechanically killed Philmark,
And over the following 7 regressions, she cooled her emotions to the point of iciness...
"Fuu... uck..."
"Hurry, hurry up...!"
One wedge. Two. Three.
Four...
"Ah, aheuk..."
At the point where they hadn't even removed half of them yet, Neva immediately burrowed into the prison, dashed to Delin, grabbed his wrist, and spoke.
"Delin. I trusted you..."
A single tear of sorrow streaked down her face.
Even while watching Delin completely dazed and drunk off what Philmark was doing to him, she had struggled to steel her heart. That it wasn't Delin's true feelings, that he was suffering after falling for Philmark's wicked scheme...
But seeing what Delin was doing now...
"I really trusted you..."
Before it was too late, Delin dropped to his knees, sobbing and desperately clasping his hands together as if begging. He had finally accepted that no matter how many times he regressed, he could not escape this situation.
"Ne-Neva! Please just listen to me! Okay? It wasn't on purpose, I...!"
"When I was carrying you home on my back... you Loaded back then. You didn't want to go with me, right? Hheuk..."
The female knight shed tears of her own—the first she had shed in decades.
Tears she thought had dried up completely ever since her little sister Eva had left her now fell plip-plop, piteously, before Delin.
'I don't want to die...!'
Driven by the desperate survival instinct that he absolutely could not die like this, Delin crawled on his belly and clung to Neva's leg. That tear-streaked, pretty-boy face looked up at Neva, wailing for mercy.
"I... I love you! The truth is, I love you too, but I was just so scared that I...! No, I must've been insane. No! Philmark—that bitch did something to me! Really! I really wanted to go with you, Neva-ssi...!"
"Really...?"
"Yes, yes! Of course! I think I've finally come to my senses. Whew...! I can't live without you, Neva-ssi. I mean it!"
Neva wiped her own tears and pulled Delin into an embrace.
"Okay, okay... I understand now..."
"Tha... thank you. I mean it... I can't live without you, Neva-ssi. Hheuk... hhukk..."
"Good. Good... You'll have to listen well to everything I say from now on, understood?"
"Yes, yes! I'll listen to everything. Everything...!"
Witnessing that wretched scene, Philmark struggled to avert her eyes. It must have been because her mind was exhausted from the repeated sensations of death.
And so, the struggle between the three of them came to an end.
Delin was hoisted onto Neva's back and hauled back to the mansion,
And Philmark was left stranded in the underground prison, fated to await an international tribunal that would decide her [execution].
I can't really say which of them ended up in a more miserable situation,
but personally, I'd say Delin's side seemed more torturous in many ways.
"Save."
"R-Right now?"
"Yes. Right now."
"Save.."
[Save point set!]
Having set a save point on that bed, Delin, over the following week...
"Good. Aah... now you're truly mine. Now..."
"Urrp...!"
He had to endure sticky, intense sex at the hands of Neva, who had been granted leave for Philmark's capture (though it was considerably more violent than sex, closer to a female-dominant mating press)—without a single moment's reprieve,
and because Neva still couldn't wash away all her own gloom and anxiety, she forced him to [Load] six more times.
In felt time, a week multiplied sixfold... forced to live pinned under Neva for a total of 42 days, Delin ended up completely pickled in the strange pheromones and seductive scent wafting from her,
and Philmark, forced to follow each regression as well, vividly felt the full brunt of those 42 long days, enduring every imaginable humiliation at the hands of the female knights—and others who held grudges against her.
The two utterly ragged souls seemed to accept their respective fates in a state of resignation,
but their story did not end here. No—rather, it began to sweep forward even faster.
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"Neva. My justice, my will, my sword..."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"An unprecedented summit will soon convene."
A pale, elegant hand picked up a branding iron. The utterly incongruous pairing of the two objects soon sent a horrifying scream echoing through the room.
"Guahaaak!"
"You are the only one I can trust, aren't you, Neva?"
The smell of searing flesh.
Neither Neva nor the Queen batted an eye as they continued their conversation.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"This is the greatest negotiation card our Albator Kingdom has ever won. You know what I mean?"
"Yes. I understand."
"Shuu... uck..."
Blood dripping steadily.
The metallic, nauseating stench.
"It is exactly one month away... make the preparations."
Neva thought of Delin waiting at home and hesitated for a moment, then bowed her head deeply and answered.
"..As Your Majesty commands."
Ep.2 Albator Knights
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