Ep.3 - Escape and a Broom
Ep.3 - Escape and a Broom
Silence.
Stillness.
Within them, a single desperate struggle.
A man, left alone and driven out of his mind on the bed, smashed through the glass window and threw himself from the second-floor railing.
Kudung—
A heavy, dull thud. One of his legs snapped. But he did not scream. If he screamed now, the others would notice his escape even sooner than he feared.
"Hngh... hrg..."
He swallowed the pain and terror inward, crawling inch by inch on one foot. One leg was useless anyway, so a broken bone made no difference. He just clawed forward desperately, trying to flee the mansion.
Perhaps this was his last chance—the only gap to escape the sweet, cloying sex that was wrecking his mind and the relentless gaslighting whispers of love.
The only mistake made by Neva. After dozens of days of drawn-out training, she now believed he had become an obedient husband.
At last, an opening in that horrifying daily life where tears and cum were both squeezed out of him!
"Hnk... hngh..."
She had said she was going to meet the queen. She'd been making love to him every day while hiding Delin's existence, but when her liege, the queen, summoned her, she had no choice.
Of course, it was about time for her to return to her routine. Although roughly forty-two sticky, gooey days had been spent training Delin with endless sex and drilling her heart into his ears, only one week had passed in real time.
Now that she monopolized Delin, she had regained her mental composure and enjoyed a peaceful situation with no one to interfere!
So Neva departed to have an audience with the queen!
"Hnnngh... hk..."
But contrary to her expectations, our truly girly, foolish Delin had somehow managed to keep his sanity!
Wriggling, he crawled toward the forest near the mansion—so desperately!
This epic escape drama was a choice only a dumbass like Delin could make, a decision worthy of endless praise for its dragon-like courage and formidable willpower.
Why?
If Neva realized he had escaped and came after him, then surely...
"Fuck... fuck fuck fuuuck..."
This time, it wouldn't end with just one leg. He'd probably have to live the rest of his life tied to the bed.
No. Maybe she'd cut off everything except his head and torso, leaving only his cock. And even that might not be enough. Neva was the kind of woman who, after severing his limbs like that, would gaze at Delin with a tender, love-drenched look and say, [I can love you however you look, so save it.]
He had to run. He couldn't stay in this insane other world with no TV and no games, spending all day groping women's tits, having his cock squeezed tight, getting sucked off, cumming, fainting, becoming a mess of spit, and pumping load after load of creampies into a woman who kept nagging him to get her pregnant as fast as possible.
'I'm sick of tits now...'
He had to escape that terrifying bed where he could no longer tell whether there was a soft pair of breasts before his eyes or if those tits had come to dominate the entire world.
'I need to go home...!'
And so Delin scurried desperately through the forest.
The memory and trauma of being gang-raped by the bandit crew in these woods still lingered, but right now, escaping Neva mattered more to Delin than any such risk...!!
"Save...!"
[Save point set!]
That determination could be seen in Delin's tearful scream of "Save."
Now there was no turning back. Even if he did go back, all that awaited was [eternal pure love training with Neva, who would never give him another opportunity]...
He might as well have thrown away his life jacket! A resolute will to set the Save and escape no matter what! A fighting spirit to never be dragged back to that mansion!
But life wasn't so easy. Just because you steeled your heart didn't mean everything would go smoothly like a miracle.
Delin, too, felt this firsthand as he continued his desperate flight.
Unable to put a single foot on the ground, Delin had to hop on one leg while clinging to nearby trees or crawl on all fours; even a kindergartner would find it glaringly obvious that both methods were painfully slow.
Not being less intelligent than a kindergartner, Delin knew this too. But he had no other choice. If he hesitated even a moment, Neva would soon track him down. The instant she noticed he had run away, she'd search for him like crazy.
Ugh.
If only he could fly like the birds flitting byureut~ byureureut~ overhead.
If he could, he wouldn't have to suffer like this...
"Byureut~ byubyureut~"
Wait.
'What...?'
Sudden unease crept in. Was this vague, inexplicable anxiety because of those byureut-byureut crying byureut birds?
No...
It was because their wingbeats and cries sounded rather urgent.
Those plump, round little birds flapped their tiny wings and fled somewhere in an instant.
As a result, leaves fell one by one onto his head, and after they had all settled...
"..."
A strange stillness fell.
Ah, fuck.
A wild beast? Or one of the monsters common in fantasy worlds...? Goblins, orcs, or man-eating walking trees...!?
'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck...'
Delin cursed hundreds of times inwardly and crawled even more desperately to escape that creepy atmosphere, but soon the first thought that crossed his mind was that he had the Save & Load ability, so he didn't have to worry about dying.
He steadied his breathing, trying to remain as calm as possible.
'It's fine. If worst comes to worst, I can just Load... or...??'
Immediately, the next thought hit: if he Loaded now, Neva, who could sense [regression], would instantly notice his escape.
'Fuck. I'm truly screwed.'
If I Load, it's over. I have to run without dying...!
So, what conclusion did he reach?
"..."
Flattening himself on the ground and playing dead!
"..."
We'll discuss how stupid that action was later. For now, let's just look pityingly upon our Delin, who squeezed his eyes shut and trembled at the unprecedented sensation he felt on his back.
As if some strange force were poking and prodding him, the sensation was so unbearable that Delin bit his lip hard to suppress the "Hng... hngh..." sounds, but...
"What are you doing?"
The presence on his back scoffed at his stupid behavior, as if in disbelief.
'Oh? A person...?'
At the thought that he had at least avoided being eaten by a wild beast or a magical beast, Delin let out a sigh of relief. If it was a person, there had to be some way to survive.
However, he hadn't decided whether to trust a person he met in the forest on a dark night like this, to scream out a threat, or to beg for his life, so Delin just lay there quietly.
"Kid. I asked what you're doing."
But the woman's voice continued to call Delin, and with it, the poking sensation on his back returned.
"Playing dead? I know you're not dead, so quit it now and get up. Don't be scared."
'Huh...? A kind person...?'
Delin relaxed his tension and wariness at that gentle voice and slowly raised his head. The first thing his eyes took in was a very fantastical sight.
A woman riding a broom and manipulating something like a blue light!
She soon jumped off the broom and landed softly on the ground, then looked Delin over and spoke.
"What were you doing out at this time of night? Danger always lurks in the forest after dark."
"I, um, just had a bit of a difficult situation..."
The woman's eyes went to Delin's nape. The dark kiss marks engraved there stirred all sorts of images in her mind.
But she played it cool, pretending not to notice, and climbed back onto the broom, waving a hand at Delin again.
"Alright. I suppose you're wandering around because you can handle it on your own. Anyway, be careful. There are a lot of goblins around here, and it's dangerous if you run into them. Although it's probably needless worry."
'Goblins...?'
Startled, he thought: if this was a gender-reversed world, then the situation where men were always caught and violated by goblins would also be reversed... No way... Fuck...!
"W-w-wait a minute!"
Delin clung to the woman's leg and began to beg profusely.
"Could you please give me a ride too? I'm actually really fucking weak...! I'm being chased...! I don't know where you're headed, but just a little ride would...!"
"Oh? So you were being chased~"
"Yes, yes! They're chasing after me, trying to kill me... hnk..."
It wasn't a lie.
If he got caught this time, he'd probably be imprisoned until he died, so it was as good as being dead.
"Oh dear. But what to do? My broom gets damaged if more than one person rides it... And it's a bit expensive... Hmm..."
"No no no! Please! I'll do whatever you say, just please..."
I'll do whatever you say.
Only upon hearing that did the woman dismount the broom with a rather uneasy smile.
"Anything, you say?"
"Yes, yes! I'll do anything!"
The woman took out something like a crystal orb from her bosom and held it up before Delin.
"Good. Then repeat exactly what I say. [Ritealsha Terima de Furine]"
"Huh...?"
"I said repeat it. You don't want to?"
"W-wait...! I just can't remember it all. One more time..."
"[Ritealsha Terima de Furine]"
"Ritealsha Terima... de... fu... ugh... Could you say it one more time..?"
"Huhut! What a cute kid. Listen carefully. [Ritealsha Terima de Furine]"
"[Ritealsha Terima de Furine...?]"
"Yes. Good. Now, get on?"
"Thank you! Thank you so much! I'll remember this kindness forever...!"
"Of course. You'll remember it forever. Now, let's go."
And so the two of them flew under the faint moonlight toward their destination.
Both faces were filled with smiles.
The man smiled because he could finally escape, and the woman smiled... because she had lured in a rather pretty, naive young boy.