The Orchestra of Deception and Depravity
On the way home after confirming with her own two eyes the empire's terrible darkness and the horrific truth her family faced—an orchestra of deception and depravity—Karin's face remained paper-white throughout the carriage ride. Fearing she might encounter the old devil during dinner hours, she had used overtime as an excuse to force down an evening meal at the knight order headquarters before returning.
Even so, the moment she saw Edric waiting for her outside the private chamber—ready to share the darkness of this empire she had begun to recognize as a "comrade"—Karin grabbed his wrist and tried to hurry them both into their room. But Edric seized her wrist in turn and spoke, soft yet firm.
"Tonight, instead of that room, we've been ordered to use the one Commander Camilla used to occupy."
"Wh... Mother's room...? Why all of a sudden..."
Karin voiced her confusion with a dazed expression, but he silently pushed her forward by the back. Only yesterday she had been full of defiance while locked in the private chamber, but after being crushed under the weight of too many "truths" today—through the baron's loose tongue and the woman in the white mask—she obediently followed his steps.
—Click.
The door to Camilla's former room opened. And into Karin's eyes, unlike the darkened room with its lights extinguished, poured a bright light through a massive special glass wall filling one entire side—along with a grotesque spectacle she could scarcely believe.
"M-Mom......?"
A hollow, metallic sound escaped Karin's lips.
Beyond the glass wall, two women—not a single thread of clothing between them—were tangled together like snakes on a massive bed, slick and writhing. Countess Carna, Edric's mother, and Knight Commander Camilla, the Sword of the Empire and Karin's own mother.
"Slurp, mmph...! Hah... haaah...! Ca-milla...! Excellent, so very...!"
Through a magical device that transmitted sound, the noises from the adjacent room came through unfiltered—the raw wet sounds of the two women's saliva mixing, the friction of flesh against flesh, battering Karin's eardrums with cruel intensity. The two cousins were devouring each other's bodies with a sticky fervor, as if they had become deeply loving partners.
No—more precisely, Carna was unilaterally ravaging Camilla's body like a beast. Carna's pale, slender fingers roughly kneaded Camilla's full breasts, and her tongue, starting from the lips, gradually descended until it mercilessly delved into and out of the narrow valley between Camilla's legs, slick with transparent fluids.
"Aaaah, ah...! M-Master...! Please watch... hah... my wet self...!"
Lost to pleasure, Camilla cried out in ecstatic moans toward the "master" who must be watching them from somewhere beyond the glass wall, spreading her inner thighs wide open for display. From the mouth of the noble Knight Commander—once called the Sword of the Empire and respected by all—burst pleas more vulgar and explicit than those of a whore in heat.
Karin, who had nearly short-circuited upon confronting this shocking scene of corruption, found her sharp intellect moving first on pure instinct. Her gaze, held in breathless observation, soon passed over her mother panting in pleasure and settled on Carna's face—the woman mechanically caressing that body.
In that instant, a chill of goosebumps raced down Karin's spine.
Though Carna continued her sticky handiwork with the precision of a machine, targeting her mother's weak points, deep within Carna's focused pupils—unlike Camilla, whose eyes had gone slack with pleasure—a fierce killing intent and rage burned blue-hot, as if ready to tear everything before her to shreds at any moment.
The Countess recovered her ego while under hypnosis, they said... Edric was telling the truth...! Auntie's consciousness is intact, but that devil of an old man's hypnosis is forcing her to embrace my mother!
That old devil, rendered a cripple unable to hold a woman himself, was horrifically controlling his own clear-minded wife to violate his sister-in-law Camilla—and using that depraved visual stimulus to satisfy his own disgusting desires!
"Th-that old devil bastard... finally...! Finally Auntie and Mother...!!"
Bloodshot veins stood out in Karin's red eyes. Her body trembled like an aspen leaf, then began to run wild with extreme rage and murderous intent. Her reason completely severed, she gripped the sword hilt hanging at her waist.
"I'll kill him! I'll smash through this wall right now and tear that old man to shreds—the one snickering as he watches this disgusting spectacle!!"
Just as Karin let out a beast-like roar and was about to charge toward the glass wall—
"Karin. Sit."
Two short, viciously cold words from Edric's mouth. It was the "master's command"—inherited from the President—that absolutely controlled her body.
"Ugh...!"
The Empire's female knight, who moments before had been charging forward radiating terrifying killing intent, collapsed on the spot as if her entire body had been crushed by an invisible giant chain at her master's casual utterance. The strength drained from the wrist gripping her sword hilt, and though her mind raged like a madwoman, her body—perfectly remodeled by hypnosis—could not dare defy her master's command, and she sprawled on the floor panting like a dog.
"Guh...! E-Edric... why... why are you stopping me...! Looking at that... your mother and my mom... our mothers being forcibly violated like that!!"
Toward Karin, who looked up at him with tear-streaked resentment, he wore the most bitter and despairing expression in the world.
"This is the reality we face, Karin."
"Ahh......"
"I had my suspicions, but... it seems that old man managed to eavesdrop on the conversation we had in the private chamber yesterday."
He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and whispered in a careful, pained voice meant only for Karin.
"...He figured out that we're trying to break the hypnosis and rebel. But far from feeling threatened, the old man is probably just sneering at it as 'the children's adorable little rebellion.'"
Edric covered his face with one hand, as if unable to accept this horrific reality. Then, with a deep sigh, he lowered his hand and fixed Karin with eyes laced with bitterness.
"...So he's putting this terrible spectacle on display right before our eyes as a warning. No matter how much you thrash about behind the scenes, you're no different from those dolls mating at my feet."
"..........!"
At his cold, brutal facts, Karin's complexion turned ashen. The crushing powerlessness of knowing that no matter how much they struggled and raged, they remained in the palm of that vast, filthy power. And the blind conviction that in this hellish world, the only person who could keep his sanity and stand by her side was Edric—"the fellow sufferer, the comrade in misfortune"—completely overtook her mind.
"If we move rashly on emotion right now, the old man, angered, will plunge our mothers into an even more terrible abyss than this. We have to hide more thoroughly, deceive his eyes, and endure this pain completely until we build the strength to resist. Until we have the power for rebellion."
At his heartfelt coaxing, Karin, still sprawled on the floor, slowly bowed her head. Her slender shoulders trembled finely like a beast's, and then such force entered the two fists planted on the carpet that blood droplets began to seep out.
"You're right... you're right, Edric."
When Karin slowly raised her head, her red eyes no longer held only weak despair. There, the cold venom of a beast driven to the cliff's edge and a twisted dependence on Edric were grotesquely tangled, gleaming.
"I'll make that disgusting old man understand clearly. The price for daring to violate our mothers. That our thrashing isn't mere rebellion... but a perfect treason that will finally sever his throat and dig out his heart."
She staggered to her feet. And without hesitation, she began roughly unfastening the buttons of her crisp knight's uniform—the symbol of her pride—as if tearing them off.
—Pop, pop.
With the sound of buttons falling away, Karin's pure white bare skin, armed with black-scorched vengeance, was revealed in the dark room.
"If it means completely shattering the hypnosis... if it means deceiving that bastard's eyes, I'll endure any shameful act. No—I'll overcome it."
"Karin... you..."
Edric wore a deliberately flustered expression, but reading the resolve in her eyes, he pulled a red leather notebook from his breast. Karin snatched her red leather notebook from his hand in one motion. Then she roughly flipped open the training records she herself had written—containing the horrific week in the private chamber.
With trembling hands she turned the pages, past the first day's record she had barely overcome yesterday, and opened the next chapter.
"Let's begin, Edric. Through this morning's experience, I confirmed that overcoming the body's surrender with mental fortitude can break the hypnosis... so today, let's reenact the second day's record exactly as written."
With a face flushed red, Karin bit down hard on lips trembling with shame and declared:
"As it happens... on this day, while my mother under control was drowning in pleasure and swallowing her screams, I had to lie there like a motionless doll pretending to sleep and watch that copulation in real time. Imprinting the sound of Mother's nobility crumbling into every single one of my senses."
A vicious mix of revulsion and fury entered her voice.
"My mind burned with hatred, but my artificially opened lust made hot fluids flow between my legs as if mocking my will... Let's reenact this second day's horrific experience again."
It was the twisted resolve of a pitiful puppet, forged by noble vengeance toward the Count. She crawled up onto the bed herself and, naked, stared fixedly through the glass wall at her mothers' sticky copulation.
"Hah... really... if you insist... I'll gladly join you. But can you endure it? If we reenact the second day's journal, you... no, we will have to helplessly watch until those mothers' copulation ends, and accept a reality that has nothing to do with our will."
"I'll endure it. No—I'll overcome it. Just like then, enduring this moment by my own will rather than another's, completely controlling that horrific sensory rampage with reason, and finding a way to smash that bastard's hypnosis. Until then... through the night, I will that... that..."
"That's enough, Karin. You don't need to force yourself to put it into words."
With the face of a deliberately sad yet resolute comrade, Edric tightly embraced Karin's bare shoulders—and inwardly swallowed a demon's smile of pure rapture.
Heh heh heh. That's right. Since you ordered it with your own mouth, any pleas to stop midway will be useless, Karin.
Within a vast delusion, the finest seasoning—visual shock and blind rage—had been added. In this perfect chamber of depravity, where the mothers' sticky cries came vividly through the glass wall, tonight once again the legitimate and fierce violation of the female knight raised its splendid curtain.