Purging the Forbidden Fruit and Scarlett's War-Torn Past
Intense moans echoed from the cabin on the Uninhabited Island. Even after losing her language function, she could still scream in ecstasy, it seemed. I'd worried whether I could properly break her in her weakened physical and mental state, but those fears were unfounded.
"You fucking bitch! Because of you...! How much I've...! Fuck!"
The man vented his pent-up rage, thoroughly abusing Geum Taeyang, who had become a bitch in heat. The bitches who had fallen head over heels for Geum Taeyang were bound hand and foot to pillars, panting desperately. Bodies aching for cock but helpless against their restraints. Not even allowed to touch their own crotches, they were gradually losing their minds. Love juices dripped from the bitches' pussies, forming puddles on the ground. Normally an arousing sight, but my lower half remained utterly calm. Who could get excited watching water wrung from a filthy rag?
Phew! Once again, I've consoled and saved someone tormented by NTR!
Not a bad ending overall. Though she hadn't won true love like the Ranilba village chief, hadn't I gained multiple bitches to satisfy my lust? Two were used goods—a flaw—but I hoped popping the blonde bitch's cherry would make up for it.
Drifting an NTR scenario straight into harem territory. My mind felt much lighter.
The TS Fruit is pretty damn useful.
Suddenly, the faces of the guys who'd seduced the rag trio flashed in my mind. What if I fed them the fruit? Tie them up in the middle of the slums and toss them to the vagrants for a gangbang. Not a bad idea, but I shook my head and erased it from my thoughts.
Except for one, they're all old fucks...
The TS Fruit probably wouldn't restore youth. Feeding it to the doddering cardinal, the mage tower lord, and the Minister of Finance would deliver tactical-nuke-level trauma straight to my eyes. I'd have to crush them some other way.
Or feed their sons the fruit and throw them in to get fucked?
A father defiling his own son's transformed pussy. Imagining their faces when the truth came out sent shivers racing through my body. Since the TS Fruit had been a tool for NTR, why not flip it for revenge? I decided to pocket a few, then destroy the rest. Fruits would rot eventually anyway, but if someone extracted the juice for analysis and turned it into medicine, it could be useful.
Hope the Yudika Kingdom has some decent pharmacists or alchemists.
I strolled leisurely down the forest path, faint fruit scent lingering in the air. Every TS Fruit tree I spotted, I swung my sword infused with Aura of Emptiness. Not severing the trunk, but slicing the life essence within. Without fire, it was the only way to dispose of them. The trees withered rapidly, the fruits shriveling alongside—total annihilation.
Hmm...
After driving off natives and processing the trees, my assigned western sector was done. But the fruit groves in Scarlett's eastern sector remained untouched. Even though she'd started late, busy exterminating NTR.
What's her real purpose on this island? And why drag me along?
"Haa...! Haa...!"
Ten years old. The age when the red-haired girl first stepped onto the battlefield.
Scarlett had been conscripted in place of her frail father, who had raised her alone and whose health had deteriorated from the effort. She huddled among the corpses of brutally slain allies, gasping for breath with effort.
"Hng...!"
Clank, clank—! Every time armor rattled, she clamped her lips shut and held her breath. She endured until the enemy was completely gone. Again and again. To survive.
That was Scarlett's first battlefield.
After surviving through twists and turns, Scarlett began building her strength on the battlefield. Those around her mocked the little girl, the woman. But Scarlett, who had witnessed war's horrors, swung her sword silently amid the jeers.
"Ngh...! Urk!"
Her second battlefield. Scarlett killed a man for the first time. Her blade pierced the enemy's heart. Blood trickled down the edge, staining her hand red. The ordinary village girl trembled violently but held back her dry heaves. In her mind, she repeated one thought endlessly: If I don't kill, I'll be killed.
"That kid..."
"Shh! Quiet, and don't even look her way!"
Scarlett, with her rare red hair in the Empire. Battlefields reeked of blood everywhere, so friend and foe alike viewed her ominously. Death followed in Scarlett's wake. Those who dismissed her as just a girl died horribly; challengers lost their lives. It was the fate of those who underestimated others, yet everyone feared the girl as cursed.
...I'm so sick of this.
Years passed, to the eve of the final battle. Scarlett's talent, which had shone early, reached the Absolute Realm. No one dared belittle the survivor of years of warfare as a woman. They feared her casual beheading of foes. Some regarded her with awe, but even those gazes burdened her.
Once the war ends, I want to return home, care for Father, and live quietly.
A death-flag-filled thought on the cusp of the decisive battle. Yet Scarlett survived intact. But upon returning home, she learned of her father's death—the man she'd promised to pamper.
Scarlett, who had lost her mother early and grown up bathed in her father's love. Her precious family treasure was gone forever.
"Scarlett, do you swear eternal loyalty to the Empire?"
"I swear."
"In recognition of your loyalty, I grant you command of the Red Lion Knight Order and the surname Regilia."
Having lost her dreams, Scarlett rose to lead the knight order through her merits. Even as a hero admired by all, she felt no joy. The one person she most wanted to protect was no longer in the world.
As knight commander, Scarlett performed her duties listlessly, passing time. With no goals, she considered resigning. Until she met the man who would change her fate.
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
On a night walk, Scarlett encountered Alvin swinging his sword with reckless abandon. His palms were skinned raw from endless practice, the hilt bloodied. Yet he persisted unwaveringly. Mesmerized, Scarlett watched.
Today, tomorrow, the day after—day after day. Watching Alvin's steady sword swings, she felt interest in someone outside her family for the first time. She handed him a towel soaked with sweat and struck up a natural conversation.
"Thanks!"
"You push your body like this every day—doesn't it hurt?"
"It does, but it's fine! I feel like I'm one step closer to my dream."
"What's your dream?"
"To become a knight and protect people!"
In Alvin's innocent purity, Scarlett saw her younger self—the girl who volunteered for war to protect her ailing father. Grateful yet resentful for stirring fond memories, she resolved to keep him by her side and grind him into shape.
"You're my disciple from now on. Got it?"
"Suddenly?"
"Reject if you want. But you'll lose your shot at becoming a knight."
"Master!"
Even grabbing the chance shamelessly when it arose. Identical to her child self, it endeared him more. Scarlett clung to Alvin like a leech, raising him with utmost care. There was satisfaction in nurturing his past-evoking talent and genius.
The only regret? His rapid growth drew the Empress's interest. She lamented others discovering his appeal. As time with Alvin dwindled, Scarlett turned to drink for the first time.
"Disciple!"
"Yes? You called?"
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"The palace folk fear me. You've heard the stories."
"If it's the rumors from the Jelettra War, it's fine. They were all choices to protect someone, right?"
"But my hair..."
"If it's the 'blood-stained' rumor, don't worry. I think your hair is beautiful."
No one had called it beautiful since her battlefield days. Seeing Alvin's beaming smile, her father's praising face overlapped. Her chest tightened, heart racing.
"Back then, it was a new feeling—I couldn't pinpoint it..."
She dismissed it as alcohol-induced arrhythmia. But after Alvin left on the Empress's orders, the emotion crystallized. Life felt empty without that one person.
Desperate to reunite, she begged the Empress relentlessly, knowing it futile. The Empress would send aid to Alvin, feigning reluctance.
But eventually, the Empress's interest waned. No more aid despite pleas—just dismissal. Sensing the change, Scarlett sniffed corruption and investigated. She uncovered the Minister of Finance manipulating the Empress.
"Even then, I couldn't do a thing for my disciple."
No matter her prowess, the Empress was her sworn sovereign. She sought ways to help Alvin beyond that, but obstacles abounded: the Holy Kingdom, the Magic Republic, even imperial knights. Factions tied to demon lord subjugation tripped him up.
Pitying her sole disciple yet self-reproaching her helplessness, she took pride in his steadfast advance. But briefly. Then came the gut-wrenching news.
"The Empire betrayed Alvin."
Turning her struggling disciple—a limit-testing hero—into a criminal. Shock like hearing of her father's death. Her lingering passion cooled to ice as she swallowed her rage silently. Outbursts changed nothing.
Scarlett recalled a project the previous emperor had abandoned due to war.
"Far below a distant foreign island lies an ancient being that dooms civilizations to ruin."
The ruin entrance, cleverly hidden at the mountain base. Spear in hand, Scarlett advanced steadily. Her red eyes blazed with a fiercer flame than before.