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After everything was over.

Leviathan stood, straightening the front of his pants.

Then he gave me an order.

"Get up."

A curt command.

His tone was so casual it was almost impossible to believe these were the words of a man who had just taken a virginity.

I hadn't expected anything, and yet...

I had hoped, just a little—just the tiniest bit—that he might soothe me afterward.

If putting it into words was too hard, maybe he would at least hold me once.

But his manner was indifference itself.

No. Worse than that.

"A711. Come here and kneel."

"...Yes."

"Bow your head."

"Yes."

Leviathan called over A711, who had been supporting me, made her kneel in front of him, forced her head down, and then used her hanging hair like a tissue.

He wiped the semen clinging to his cock with her hair, and he didn't stop there—he squeezed out what remained on the head and let it drip onto A711's body.

"What are you doing, A713. I told you to get up. Are you ignoring a guard's orders right now?"

"Ugh... N-no, sir. I'm sorry. Haa. Haa. Haa."

Leviathan issued orders at me while still wiping himself clean.

There was no mercy in his commands.

I had lost my virginity in the truest sense and been humiliated by sheer force, and still he spoke to me as if it were nothing.

Honestly, it hurt. It made me sad.

Deep down, even as I stepped into the world of SM, I had never imagined my first time would be ordinary sex—but I also never imagined it would be like this. Like someone casually using a urinal for the first time.

But it was already done. There was no taking it back.

Besides... whether I had sex or not, I was a prisoner.

"Nngh...!"

A fierce pain flared between my legs, but once a guard had given an order, I had to stand.

My rag of a prison uniform was filthy with the traces of semen and squirting, and my body, held down by such brutal force, was covered in bruises and the ache of overstrained muscles.

Even something as ordinary as "stand up" was not easy to obey.

"A guard was pleased with your oath of submission and granted you a reward. Be grateful."

Grateful...

Honestly, I had cast aside so much and steeled myself for submission, but I couldn't easily accept that this kind of treatment counted as a reward.

Even so.

I had no intention of resisting.

Just as he said.

And just as it had been with every guard I had met so far.

Even while being handled this roughly, my arousal hadn't faded—it had only climbed higher, little by little. I had to accept my own perversion.

"...Yes. Thank you."

So I bowed my head.

Whether I meant it or not, those words were the best I could offer right now.

"Good. Now that you know your place, that's enough. By the way, A522 is late. It's almost been thirty minutes. Hmm."

Having used up all of A711's hair, Leviathan checked his watch, straightened his clothes again, and sat down in his chair.

Then he pulled a pair of nippers from a drawer, called me over, and snipped through the cable tie binding my wrists.

"Ah...!"

At the sudden release, a faint electric tingle ran through me. When I looked down at my wrists, hours of restraint had left them mottled with deep blue bruises.

Bruises deep enough that they wouldn't fade for a long time.

"I need to get through the feedback quickly, but she's taking forever. Tch. And I'm bored... Let's see. Might as well start with you two. A711."

"...Ugh... Yes."

"Hm? Ah. Stimulation Spores? Perfect timing. Stay just like that, then."

"Ahhk... Yes."

Seated in his chair, Leviathan called for A711.

But as she tried to answer, she suddenly froze, clenched both fists, and began to tremble.

Following their random activation protocol, the Stimulation Spores had kicked in.

"You picked up thirteen Demeanor Penalty Points in the training room today. Better than before, but still nowhere near enough. You'd been doing well these past few days, barely taking any points—and today alone you're at eighteen. Cumulative total: two hundred two. Rank-wise you're still in the safe zone, but... you wouldn't be slacking off just because a new girl showed up, would you?"

"N-no, si— nngh... Really... I'm not."

"Good. If I ever see that kind of attitude, forget the points—I'll send you straight to the execution platform by guard committee vote. Understand?"

"Y-yes, sir. Haa. Nngh...! Ah...!"

Feedback seemed to be the morning's results briefing.

I was next.

"A713."

"Yes."

"Penalty points like this on your first day are record-setting. One hundred thirteen from the training room. Ten from breakfast. Total: one hundred twenty-three. There are still nine days left in the month. What, are you that eager to get executed?"

I had taken far more points than I expected.

Five points every hour. I had kept coming in last and collecting penalties, so I hadn't kept an exact count... but apparently it had been five times.

In the end, my total for the day was one hundred twenty-three.

I couldn't be sure of the exact time, but for points racked up before even finishing a single day, it was definitely high.

Even plugging in the information A522 had given me, if I kept taking similar numbers day after day, the risk of execution was very real.

"Be careful. Every month, the inmate with the most Demeanor Penalty Points gets executed. You know about the execution system, right?"

"...Yes."

"There was a bitch who set a penalty record and got executed only three days after intake. If you don't want to end up like her, learn how to live properly."

"Understood."

The fact that there was precedent.

That alone was enough to keep me from feeling safe.

Fear prickled through me for no good reason.

Execution.

After deciding to be incarcerated, I had gone through Waltz Production's videos and bought every one that looked like it might be an execution, just to study them.

There were no tags, so I couldn't be certain which ones were actually related to executions—

but the intensity and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the situations alone made the worst ones easy to pick out.

If I had watched them without knowing, they might have seemed like nothing more than hardcore fetish material.

Once I knew what I was looking at, the inmates' screams alone were enough to identify an execution video.

From torture that rivaled actual capital punishment to acts so filthy and repulsive you would rather choose death...

Every single one of them was terrifying.

Just watching the videos made my teeth chatter.

And now I was living in an environment where I could receive that same treatment.

Even though I still had room to spare, the sheer number of points I had already taken was enough to scare me.

"The training room is somewhere you go every day, and it's where you pick up the most points, so tomorrow you'd better not embarrass me."

"...Yes. Leviathan-nim."

In an environment with no proper explanations, the anxiety itself was a burden simply by existing.

Of course, that was only natural.

No guard was going to kindly explain things to a prisoner who wasn't even a trainee.

With that, the brief feedback ended.

A momentary silence settled over the guard office.

Having said all he needed to say, Leviathan stared at his watch and sighed, while A711 trembled violently under the Stimulation Spores that had suddenly activated.

Meanwhile I bit my lip against the anxiety seeping into me.

I couldn't tell exactly how much time had passed, but it had definitely been more ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠than an hour since A522 left.

Leviathan's expression was not good.

He too looked harried, drumming his fingers on ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the desk with a restless face.

Something about that sight filled me with a vague unease.

And then, a long while later.

After checking his watch once more, Leviathan dug through the pocket of his uniform and pulled out a black device.

"...This is Leviathan. Control room. Requesting location on A522."

It seemed to be a kind of radio. Leviathan spoke into the machine.

Almost before he finished, the device crackled and answered.

Thankfully, A522 was on her way back.

The dread that something ominous might come over the radio eased a little.

But only for a moment.

Leviathan's next question and the answer that followed made it clear that A522's situation was far from good....

"No need to go pick her up, then... Right. Control room—what's A522's condition?"

"...!"

What did I just hear?

Who... what happened to her?

At that horrific report I forgot the pain in my lower body and strained to listen.

As if worried Leviathan might have missed it, the radio repeated the same information.

"Tch. Looks like the male dogs got her. Ha... Do I need to go get her? Control room. A522 is—"

— Knock knock.

"Never mind. Sounds like she's here. Out."

Leviathan cut the transmission at the sound of someone knocking on the door.

At the same time, A711 and I both turned toward the knock.

Even after the knock sounded, Leviathan delayed his decision for a long moment.

And when the person outside did not dare knock a second time, he seemed to confirm it was an inmate standing there. With a sigh, he granted entry.

"Come in."

The door opened carefully.

And what came through it was—

"I'm ba...ck... hhk...! Kh."

"...For fuck's sake."

A522, half-crawling in, leaning on a wheeled carrier.

Even at a glance, her condition was terrible.

As if to prove the radio report true, blood ran from her ear and one eye wouldn't open.

One arm hung limp with no strength in it at all, and her ankle... was bent at a grotesque angle.

This was... too much.

Once A522 returned, Leviathan rose from his seat, lifted her into his arms, and disappeared out of the guard office.

She clearly needed treatment urgently, so the situation was understandable.

But as I sat with what I had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠just witnessed, questions inevitably rose.

Why on earth had A522 ended up like that?

"..."

No matter how hard I thought, no easy answer came.

All Leviathan had ordered was for her to bring A691 from solitary. What she had actually brought back was a strangely shaped hard-case wheeled carrier.

And she had been badly hurt in the process.

I couldn't tell where things had gone wrong.

More than anything, the way Leviathan and A711 barely reacted even though A522 was so severely injured felt strangely wrong.

"Nngh.... Haa. Finally a proper greeting. Uuuh...! A713."

In the middle of my deepening thoughts, a voice came from beside me.

A voice both familiar and unfamiliar.

When I lifted my head, A711—still suffering under the Stimulation Spores—was looking at me and smiling.

Huh?

This situation.

Was I even allowed to speak?

"Ah... Hello."

"Haaah.... Hnn.... Talk... casually. We're all... nngh! In the same boat anyway...."

"Ah... Okay."

When I carefully answered her, the conversation settled into something easier.

I asked, anxious, whether it was all right to talk at all, and even in her pain A711 smiled faintly and nodded.

"Other places are... haah... hard, but the guard office is... nngh! Fine. Ah... ahhk... I want to talk but... ah...! These damn Stimulation Spores are... hauuu... driving me crazy."

A711 gasped and panted for breath.

Her arms and legs were free, but the Stimulation Spores weren't something you could peel off with your hands. In practice she could only endure whatever they did to her.

"Um... Should I help?"

"Ah... That? Ahhk...! No. I'm fine. With that... hauuu. The way I am right now, it wouldn't... really help.... If it were that kind of thing... I could just suck on it myself. This... isn't the painful kind...! Nngh. You know. Mmm... Ah! Why is it so... mmm!"

She looked so miserable I offered to help, but she refused.

I had been about to bite her nipples the way A522 taught me last night, but apparently this wasn't the pain type, so it would have been useless.

"But... why did A522 end up like that?"

Unable to help, I meant to wait until A711 calmed down—but even a short time here had taught me how rare a chance to talk really was, so I asked the thing I was most curious about first.

The fact that a fellow inmate had been reduced to that state.

In other words, it meant I was constantly exposed to the same danger.

I needed to know the source of this ever-growing anxiety.

"Ah. That... mmm. Hauu. The Solitary Confinement Area's... that... mmm. Ah... I really can't take it anymore. A713...."

"Hm? What is it?"

"Haah... Before I tell you about A522... mmm...! Come over here first."

Saying that, A711 called me over with tears in her eyes.

She looked so desperate that I hurried to her side at once.

Then A711 raked her nails hard down her own thigh, glared at me, and spoke.

"In here... masturbation without permission is... nngh...! Forbidden.... So...."

Why? Why did this feel so ominous?

"Use your hand and finger me until I come... ah...! The Stimulation Spores are... haah... a problem too, but when you were being touched earlier... because of that... I... nn... got so worked up I... haah...."

The blonde beauty grabbed my hand and begged.

Uh...

I'm... not into girls....