Bad Ending (1)
The show was over.
The time spent upside down, receiving their filth, had finally come to an end.
Caked in semen, I was dragged to the dungeon without even being allowed to wash properly.
My limbs were bound, leaving me no room to rest.
“Haa… haa… ugh… damn it…”
Every time I breathed, the stench of semen lingering at the tip of my nose made me want to retch.
Creak.
I heard the sound of the iron door opening.
“Are you resting well?”
It was Irene.
Please… you said it was all over… why are you here again, you bitch?
She stood before me with the smile of a victor.
Her gorgeous dress stood in stark contrast to my filthy body, which was covered in semen.
“Why that look on your face? You should be happy to have received the noble seeds of the Church State’s aristocrats.”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t even have the strength to respond.
The dried, yellowish semen stuck to my eyelids felt like it was tearing my flesh every time I blinked.
Watching me, she hummed a tune as if she were having the time of her life.
“Tomorrow, something even more enjoyable awaits. The most famous madam in the Empire is arriving. I specially requested her to come.”
Damn it.
What kind of horrific thing would happen tomorrow?
Irene grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze.
“She’s a talented expert who can turn even a haughty bitch like you into a professional whore who rolls her eyes back and begs for a cock within three days.”
The things Irene said with such an innocent smile were truly terrifying—things I never wanted to hear.
“I will thoroughly destroy your mind and imprint nothing but men’s cocks in its place. Aren’t you excited?”
I widened my eyes in terror.
Destroy my mind?
It was a declaration that she would erase even the last remaining shred of my self.
My mouth opened.
Pulled by the semen, my lips tore and blood splattered.
“Please… just kill me… I’ve… I’ve been punished enough already… please…”
“Oh, no, no. That won’t do. You must repent here for the rest of your life, receiving the lust of the people. That is the price for the sins you’ve committed.”
“Aah… aaah…”
My head slumped.
I had hoped for even a sliver of hope, but that was asking too much.
“Hahaha! I’ll come to watch again tomorrow. Get some rest.”
Clang!
Irene laughed as she left the dungeon.
“Daa… mn it…”
Only after that bitch left did I mutter the curse under my breath. I was a coward… unable to even properly curse her to her face.
The iron door closed, and darkness returned. With my limbs bound to the walls, I couldn’t even curl my body up.
The semen injected into my pussy through the funnel was still trickling down my thighs.
That sticky, lukewarm sensation.
“Haa… ah… it itches.”
The semen tickled my thighs as it flowed.
“Haa… I… I want to scratch it…”
I was going crazy wanting to scratch it. But I couldn’t. My hands were all tied up.
“Ugh… hnnng…!”
Another scream erupted from me. I had become a cripple who couldn’t even resolve an itch.
“Huhu… huhuhuhu…”
I curse you.
I curse Skevan, who married me off to a horse. I curse Irene, who sold me off as a whore. And above all, I curse that unknown existence that shoved me into Elise’s body.
“Who the hell are you! Why me! What did I do so wrong to be sent to this hell! If you were going to do this, why didn’t you just kill me!”
I screamed at the walls, but only a hollow echo returned. My stomach twisted and nausea surged, but since everything had already been drained out, nothing came up.
“Huhuhu… huhuhuhuhu!”
Clang!
That was when it happened.
The iron door opened again.
“Ugh…!”
I instinctively recoiled.
“Aaah… no… don’t come… please… today… you said it was all over… I can’t take any more… please…”
“Elise.”
A familiar voice.
“Wh… what…?”
I hurriedly lifted my head, and there stood the Crown Prince, Lucian.
The prince of an enemy nation, yet a man who had treated me with respect. I had thought I would never see him again…
“How… did you get here…”
The prince’s face was rigid. I felt a sudden surge of anxiety. Could it be… did the prince come here for the same purpose as Irene?
“Don’t tell me… you too…?”
I curled my body as much as I could. I was terrified. In a situation where I couldn’t defend myself, the other person could do whatever they wanted.
“Please… don’t touch me… please… please…”
He approached slowly.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
My heart felt like it was going to burst.
“Elise.”
“Please… save me!!”
He knelt before me. The Crown Prince of the Empire… was kneeling before me, bound in the basement of a brothel, covered in semen.
“What my mother did to you… I apologize on her behalf.”
His voice was trembling violently. “I am sorry that I have failed to keep the promise I made to you.”
He was a man. He had felt responsible for his own words and had come here.
“Ah… ugh…”
Tears welled up. The prince probably hadn’t come here out of concern for me. He had likely just come to fulfill the promise he had made.
But I was so grateful for that heart… so incredibly grateful…
“Haa… huhuhuhu…”
I cried. I kept on crying.
“…Thank… you… for… huhuhuhu… apologizing… thank… huhuhuhu…”
He knelt without a word, his head bowed. I just wept helplessly.
Yes. I can’t just keep crying.
A golden opportunity. A chance to escape this hell had arrived.
“Kill… me… please…”
“I promised you.”
The prince stood up.
“The promise I couldn’t keep… I will keep it today.”
Shing.
The sword at his waist revealed itself.
“Aaah… aaah…”
Tears streamed down. It wasn’t fear. It was relief. I was grateful to him. No, I was grateful to the depths of my soul.
A fate where I would have to sell my body in a brothel for the rest of my life. Ending my breath here and now was a hundred… no, ten thousand times better than lingering in that hellish cycle.
Lucian. He was my savior and my saint.
“Thank you… for… keeping your promise… thank you…”
I wanted to repay him. But I had nothing to give. I felt that even offering a word of thanks with this body, dirtied by the semen of beasts and men, would be an insult to him.
“I pray that in your next life, you are born in a place without pain.”
Lucian gripped his sword firmly.
“Thank… you…”
I closed my eyes. The fact that this tiresome hell was finally ending brought me peace.
Thrust!!
Lucian’s sword extended in a straight line toward my heart, and cold metal pierced through my chest.
“Ugh.”
A short gasp escaped my lips. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. Instead, it felt like the massive boulder crushing my chest had been destroyed in an instant.
The blade exited my body.
Squelch!
I felt hot blood gushing from the hole in my chest.
“Ah… finally…”
Blood sprayed like a fountain. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought.
“…Now… it’s over…”
Was it because of the joy of escaping this hell? It didn’t hurt as much as I thought.
My body grew cold, and my vision slowly darkened. I could see Lucian looking at me with a rigid face.
Thank you. Truly, thank you.
My vision blurred… and my consciousness vanished just like that. I departed for a perfect world, free of any more pain or shame.
**
Death should have been an eternal rest. All senses should have ceased. I shouldn’t even be thinking.
But why? My thoughts were still running. I could still feel something.
Could it be… did Irene save me again? Even after my heart was pierced?
Terror gripped me. If I had been brought back to life in that state, I might truly go insane.
No. That can’t be…
There was only the prince there.
The prince must have confirmed that I was dead. Even if Irene had tried to save me, he would have stopped her.
But… why am I thinking right now? It’s proof that I’m still alive…
I’m going crazy. Truly…
I heard a sound. It was the sound of a choir. The sound of a pipe organ.
Yes. Let’s confirm it. Even if I don’t confirm it, I’ll know soon enough anyway.
Slowly.
I opened my eyes, little by little.
Light seeped into my pupils. The intense light tickled my eyes, and I felt like I was about to cough.
“Achoo.”
With a light cough, my eyes opened completely.
This wasn’t the dungeon where I had been trapped. This wasn’t the small theater in the brothel where I had been humiliated.
A sacred light, a mix of dazzling sunlight pouring from a high ceiling and hundreds of candles. It was a cathedral.
I saw a black veil before my eyes. It was what I was wearing.
I looked down at my body. It wasn’t that horrific body caked in semen. Instead, I was wearing deep black mourning clothes.
What is this? A funeral?
Around me, countless aristocrats in black clothes were bowing their heads, sobbing in hushed tones. Their grief seemed genuine. The air was heavy, mixed with the scent of incense.
What is this? Why am I standing here?
I regained my senses and looked around, nearly jumping in shock.
Beside me lay a massive coffin covered in ornate gold decorations. Given the atmosphere, I couldn’t look too closely, but I shifted my gaze slightly toward the inside of the coffin.
There, a man lay as if asleep.
He was wearing magnificent formal attire, and a flashy gold crown rested on his head. A large sword was placed across his chest.
His face.
I had seen him somewhere before. Who was it?
…Ah…
A chill ran through my entire body in an instant.
‘Skevan…??!’
The man who had driven me to ruin. He lay in the coffin as a cold corpse.
‘Wh… what is this? What on earth is going on??’
He was dead. The Emperor who had been so full of life… why? Why on earth?
But bewilderment pushed aside the joy. ‘If he is dead… then who am I right now?’
That’s right. I had definitely met my death at the prince’s sword. But when I came to, I was standing here.
I touched my chest lightly. I couldn’t feel the stab wound the prince had inflicted at all.
…The Emperor’s funeral.
The only ones who could be closest to the coffin were his kin. And I was still a woman.
A black veil.
Could it be… could it be…
“Mother.”
While I was still struggling to regain my senses, someone called me Mother.
“Huh??”
I looked toward the voice and was struck with horror. There stood the man who had plunged the sword into me.
Crown Prince Lucian was calling me Mother.