Tragedy Always Smells Like Blood
I love it. Tragedy always smells like blood. Ah, this chilling sensation as life drains from my body.
Kneeling in the pool of blood, I clasp my hands together like a prayer. "Please... kill me with your own hand."
Between my gripped fingers sits the inorganic gun barrel. Just facing it sends a delightful shiver through my gut—a pleasant hole. I press the arrow pointing to death against my forehead.
The man's face, clutching the handle, twists in horror. "What are you saying?! How could I ever... shoot you?!"
Of course. Asking you to shoot my pretty face is a tough request. I get it. Even I lose myself staring in the mirror sometimes.
Then let's do it this way, so my face stays intact. I bring the barrel to my lips like a kiss. "If it's by your hand, I have no complaints."
...Oh, wait. Isn't this a bit erotic? Putting a hot, hard rod in my mouth—y'know, that thing!
A faintly naughty thrill runs through me, and I sneak a lick at the barrel. Ptooey. Tastes like gunpowder. Must be from all the recent shooting.
"No, it's too early to give up! There has to be a way we can both survive! So... so...!"
But the man clings stubbornly. Even in this hell where everyone else has died horribly, he's searching for hope.
As if that exists. This is the clear bad end, isn't it? I die here, and so do you.
Tch, acting spoiled like that. Fine, no helping it. If you're hung up on it, I'll cut it off decisively.
I press the barrel under my chin and feign sorrow. "That's... impossible."
"Wha... t...?"
"Truth is, I've already gone blind. I'd just drag you down like this. So... please, show me mercy."
"Ugh, I... I can't...!"
Lies, of course. I can see every single peach fuzz on your face.But you won't let go unless I push this far.
Now for the climax. This moment was worth all the effort.
I give the back of the tormented man on the edge a little shove.
"Commander, I'm in love with you."
"Ah... Aaaah... Aaaaaah!"
It was despair thicker than the bottom of a cesspool. Ah, the sturdy, reliable man crumbles. The tragedy of killing his last hope—me—with his own hand!
The exquisite feast unfolding before my eyes makes my lower belly throb and quiver. Yes, this is it. This is what I wanted to see. Your agony and despair are my joy.
Thank you for giving me a reason to live. Oh, but don't get the wrong idea. My confession is real. I truly love you—more than anyone in this world.
So even if the world loops a thousand times, I'll always be by your side.
'See you next round, Commander.'
Tears of happiness well up as I close my eyes. I tenderly take the barrel into my small mouth.
Click. The trigger pulls.
Crunch. Something vital shatters.