The Depraved Game That Awakens Dead Nerves
The morning routine of the knight order I faced for the first time after possessing this world felt strangely familiar—so much so that I wondered if this was truly a fantasy world. ‘Instead of swinging a sword as a knight, I’m typing away at documents… This is actually a relief.’
If I hadn’t been demoted to apprentice knight, I might have been thrown into field duty and run straight into death flags like monster hunting. Thanks to that demotion, however, I was safely tucked away in the administrative office handling nothing but paperwork. For me, nothing could have been more comfortable or satisfying.
‘Heh. Who would’ve thought all that document-handling experience from my office job days before possession would shine here?’
Because of that, I could handle the mountain of paperwork with effortless skill and no difficulty whatsoever.
“That guy’s completely turned over a new leaf.”
“Right? He used to dump all his work on the servants and apprentice knights…”
The more my fellow knights whispered in astonishment behind my back as I suddenly began clearing documents like a different person, the more keenly I realized just how irredeemable a trash noble the original Edric had been.
But since that same trash had become noticeably diligent and was now efficiently handling paperwork, the other knights simply concluded that the knight commander’s terrifying lecture had produced miraculous results.
Just as my reputation within the knight order was rising slightly, lunchtime arrived. The administrative office door opened, and Camilla entered wearing her neat formal uniform.
On the surface, she wore the strict and noble expression befitting the Empire’s Sword. But the instant our eyes met, the damp instinct of a doll desperate to serve her master flickered behind those blue pupils.
“Apprentice Knight Edric.”
Camilla spoke in a solemn voice so that everyone in the office could hear.
“I heard you completed your morning paperwork with great diligence. It is indeed a fine virtue for a knight to approach administrative duties seriously. However…”
She approached my desk and deliberately put on the face of a responsible, resolute mentor.
“A knight’s true duty is still the tempering of the body. Your completely broken physique, ruined by my excessive training, shall now be my responsibility. I will retrain you thoroughly from the very beginning.”
With those words, Camilla grabbed my arm. To outsiders, it looked like the firm grip of an excellent teacher guiding her disciple, but the hand clutching me through the uniform was trembling faintly with the urge to roll around in her master’s embrace.
And so, naturally, the Empire’s Sword Camilla declared that she would turn me into a proper knight, applied for half-day leave and even vacation for the afternoon, and dragged me off to the Blake County Estate. Not a single person in the administrative office doubted the ‘true intent’ behind this passionate mentoring.
‘Hehehe. I wonder if they know. The moment we return to the secret underground training grounds of the Blake County Estate, that strict and noble knight commander will collapse at my feet and turn into a panting bitch in heat.’
“Haa, ah! M-Master…! Aaaah!”
The instant we returned to the estate, instead of the training grounds we entered a secret room. On top of Camilla’s disheveled knight uniform, her body—drenched in sweat and love juices—shook violently.
I squeezed her voluptuous breasts with brutal force while mercilessly ravaging the deepest part of her that clamped down on me with ferocious tightness.
“Huu… Camilla. You glared at me with such cold eyes outside, yet inside you’re this lewdly soaked.”
“Haaang! I-I’m sorryyy…! Master’s hot thing… ngh, I just couldn’t hold it in any longer…!”
After pouring out all the lust I had endured until lunchtime through sloppy, wet intercourse, I pulled out of Camilla’s body while breathing heavily.
Wiping away sweat with a towel, I pictured Karin’s situation back at the knight order headquarters.
‘She’s probably experiencing one of those clichéd automatic hunting events I saw countless times in the original story.’
One of the miscellaneous nobles who attended yesterday’s banquet was sure to be hitting on the freshly dollified Karin, coveting her beauty. But I wasn’t worried in the slightest.
The President—the hypnotist who was the protagonist of this world—had a bizarre iron rule. While he would ruthlessly turn women with fiancés or lovers into products per the client’s request, once a woman was married, the organization would either refuse the request or systematically prevent and punish any NTR acts where another man coveted a doll that had become someone’s property.
The only ones partially free from that rule were the members of the hypnosis organization who could use the administrator keywords to tune the dolls.
‘Thanks to that near-obsessive rule of the President’s, Karin won’t get defiled by any other bastard even if I’m not by her side. On the contrary, she’ll go through crises on her own and become even more blindly dependent on me. So I’m grateful.’
It might have been the arrogance of a reader who had perfectly memorized the original story, but that arrogant complacency made the corners of my mouth curl up pleasantly.
After relieving our physical desires through sex, Camilla and I completed the scheduled training and headed to the dining hall where the Count was waiting.
Inside the dining hall where a late lunch had been prepared. At the head of the long table sat the Count in his wheelchair. Across from him sat the Countess—my mother, Carna—still staring blankly into space with unfocused eyes.
And sitting opposite them, with Camilla by my side, I began my meal in a leisurely manner.
However, a young woman with a seductive aura I hadn’t seen that morning was attending to us between me and the Count.
‘So that’s the new doll he mentioned this morning.’
At a glance, her appearance had a strangely similar atmosphere to both my mother and Camilla. I inwardly sneered at the old man’s consistently predictable tastes.
“Father. So that doll is the one you mentioned this morning.”
“Indeed. Once Carna passed forty, I found myself wanting to embrace a young, firm body rather than an aged one. So I purchased this doll at an auction some time ago.”
“Then why haven’t we seen her until now?”
At my question, the Count set down his wine glass and clicked his tongue.
“You should watch your behavior from now on as well… I couldn’t hold back my urges and touched another man’s doll at the auction house before delivery. That landed me on that damned blacklist and I received a penalty.”
The Count frowned, recalling the unpleasant past.
“When even the ‘Doll of God’ sent by the church and that damned Saintess’s miracle failed to fully restore the paralysis in my lower body, the President temporarily lifted the penalty as a kind of service. In the process, he lent me this doll I had ordered before.”
‘Heh, so he really was a penalty holder.’
I inwardly cheered and mocked the Count, who was conveniently assembling the puzzle pieces for me to conquer the mother-daughter knight pair.
In this world, many nobles who owned dolls kept multiple second wives, concubines, and lovers besides their legal spouse. However, if there was a man who clearly reeked of greed yet only kept a single dollified wife, it was proof that he was an idiot like the Count—someone who had touched another man’s doll, received a penalty, and lost not only the right to make requests but even the right to participate in auctions.
‘So that’s why this old man on the blacklist couldn’t buy a new doll and had to make a proxy order for the mother-daughter knights through me, the heir.’
Having perfectly confirmed the entire inside story, I rested my chin on my hand with a deliberately serious expression.
‘Hmph. I knew from the moment he used hypnosis to grope random maids to relieve his desires. Heh. By now, Karin has probably learned about these idiotic rules and proxy purchases outside, which might make her believe even more firmly in the dark rumors I planted about the Count.’
And there was one more thing. I had now confirmed that the true reason the Count’s lower body paralysis hadn’t fully healed was neither coincidence nor luck.
‘The Empire’s Saintess—the main heroine of the original story—deliberately didn’t heal him completely.’
Officially, she was a noble Saintess who served God as her husband, but in reality she was the church’s puppet created through the Pope’s request to the President. Or rather, if one delved deeper into the abyss, she had become the President’s personal partner. The result was born from her extreme hatred of ‘trash who touch other people’s dolls.’
‘If I had fallen for her temptation that day in the hospital room… I might have been resurrected as a eunuch just like him.’
Realizing that the Saintess’s offer of service had been a trap ordered by the President sent a chill down my spine, but at the same time, the thrilling sense of superiority from perfectly controlling the original story’s knowledge coursed through my entire body.
And a new idea flashed through my mind on how to use this idiot who had borrowed a doll to train Karin.
“A rental… That means every time you use that doll, an enormous amount of money goes to the President, correct?”
“That’s right. So I plan to use her as eye candy until my lower body recovers, then go back to using Carna after such a long time. It’s such a waste of money.”
The Count chewed on his sliced steak and cast a sticky gaze toward Camilla, who was sitting beside me.
“Hehehe. Or, if my son is truly filial and lends me Camilla instead of Karin—who will become his wife—that would be even better.”
“Haha, since she is the family’s property, if the head of the family orders her to serve, I must obey. However, even if I am a filial son, I cannot permit you to use her directly.”
“Look at this fellow. Hehehe. His greed is no less than his father’s.”
Amid the disgusting father-son conversation blooming with laughter, I caught the subtle changes in the two dolls who were eating normally at the table.
At the Count’s words that he would set aside the young rental and use her again, a fleeting flash of ‘love and hatred’ passed through the depths of Carna’s eyes, which should have been vacant. On the other hand, when I had flatly rejected the Count’s suggestion and revealed my exclusive desire for her, a faint sense of relief and deep emotion bloomed on Camilla’s face.
Beyond the mask of the unfocused dolls, Carna’s chilling love-hate toward the Count and Camilla’s blind affection toward me intersected nakedly.
‘Hmm. It seems the old man, who has grown numb to handling dolls, hasn’t noticed.’
Watching the Count who could not even read the subtle emotional shifts in the two dolls and only had greed glittering in his eyes, I twisted the corners of my mouth into a grotesque smile.
“In that case, Father. How about stimulating that pitiful lower body—which even the miracle of God could not heal—with a very stimulating and obscene method?”
“Ho? What do you mean?”
I narrowed my eyes and whispered like a devil.
“While I play with the unfinished Karin, you can enjoy a ‘yuri scene’ where Mother and Camilla—who resemble each other—explore each other’s bodies. A sticky, incestuous cousin-on-cousin pussy licking… Wouldn’t that visual shock and depravity be enough to revive even dead nerves?”
“……!”
“And if watching their entangled bodies actually gives you an erection, you can immediately relieve yourself with the young rental doll beside you.”
At my outrageous suggestion, the Count’s eyes widened as if they would burst. It was the moment when greed and lust completely devoured his reason.
“K-Kekeke! Kuhahahahaha! What a brilliant idea! My wife and my once-called Empire’s Sword sister-in-law mating…!”
The excited Count gripped the armrests of his wheelchair and panted.
“We must prepare a magic tool to vividly record and appreciate that sight immediately! That’s right—the room Camilla is currently using has a structure where the magic tools on the walls allow a full view of the adjacent room.”
The Count, as if something had occurred to him, gave me an order.
“Edric, switch rooms with Camilla and use hers today. No matter that I am your father, I have no intention of watching my grown son’s sexual activities. And… you should also enjoy to your heart’s content the marvelous sight of my doll and your doll mixing like bitches in that room!”
A truly twisted and disgusting consideration as a father—not wanting to see his son’s private life. Receiving the despair and excitement of the two dolls in full, I bowed my head with the face of the most filial son in the world.
“Thank you, Father. I am truly looking forward to tonight’s entertainment.”
In this bizarre voyeur room completed by the reader’s arrogance and the family’s rotten desires, Karin’s mentality was scheduled to shatter into pieces once again tonight.