Absolutely Unforgivable
"Alvin? Do you perhaps not remember who I am?"
"Claret. Affiliated with the Blue Tower of the Solia Magic Republic, youngest 6-circle mage. Specialty is ice magic, hobby is... Eh, what's the point?"
She remembered exactly who he was. And yet she couldn't accept Alvin's brutally cold attitude.
Claret struggled to her feet and slowly tried to approach him. Alvin drew his sword and leveled it at her, blocking her path.
"Don't come any closer. You reek."
"I smell...?"
At Alvin's words, Claret began sniffing herself. She'd sprayed on expensive perfume—there wasn't a hint of anything foul.
"All I smell is something nice."
"Your nose must think that's pleasant, huh? The stench of that perfume the geezer tower master slathers all over himself."
"Ah...!"
Claret had grown accustomed to the scent during her secret trysts with Peldon Tower Master. Unconsciously, she'd started using the same perfume, practically advertising her affair with him everywhere she went.
"Must be nice, hooking up with the tower master. Selling your body to some old fart to climb the ranks in the Magic Republic."
"Th-that's not it!"
"Not it? Then what? Sneaking out every night, using the same perfume as him, and lately dumping your work on me while chatting away on that crystal orb with someone? Still gonna deny it?"
Claret bit her lip hard. She couldn't refute any of it—it was all true. How arrogant she'd been to think she hadn't been caught. It also meant Alvin's perceptiveness was off the charts.
"...I can explain everything! Just let me!"
"Why the hell should I? Whatever your excuses, you betrayed me. Your words are just that—excuses."
"I was raped by the Blue Tower Master!"
Claret's bombshell echoed through the village center. The onlookers began to murmur. Alvin covered his mouth with his hand. Everyone thought it was shock at the horrific truth—but no. He was just hiding the grin creeping across his face as things got entertaining.
"Keep talking."
Alvin prodded her on, urging her to air Peldon Tower Master's dirty laundry in front of the crowd. Regret swirled in her mind—she'd spoken without thinking—but the words were out. No taking them back now. At least she'd vent her grievances and feel a little better.
"It happened three months ago. Peldon summoned me, claiming some emergency."
Thinking disaster had struck her Blue Tower, Claret hurried there. But it was peaceful as ever. Fuming, she stormed into Peldon's private chambers—never suspecting it was all a trap.
"Peldon had developed a hypnosis spell that stops a person's thoughts and controls their mind. He cast it on me."
"At your level, you could've resisted magic."
"Normally, yeah. But I was too furious to think straight—totally defenseless."
"So you got hypnotized and raped, is that it?"
"Yes."
The classic hypnosis old perv from NTR stories. Considering the tower master's age, "grandpa" fit better. A lecherous geezer chasing young tail, ignoring his years.
"Then why didn't you tell me sooner? I would've helped gladly."
"He recorded the whole rape and used it to blackmail me. I had no choice but to obey."
Claret bowed her head as she spilled the story she'd bottled up. Relief washed over her, but so did shame at exposing her disgrace.
"What were the blackmail terms?"
"Well..."
"Spit it out. Now."
"He said if I ever told anyone, he'd show the recording to you."
"So you've been hiding it all this time."
"But I didn't want you to know! I was terrified of how you'd react if you found out I'd been with another man!"
Alvin closed his eyes and shook his head. Classic NTR heroine bullshit.
'If you get raped, report it to the cops—or at least tell family or a close friend and ask for help!'
They think suffering in silence is noble. Clueless that it rips their lover's wounds wider. Things spiral to an irreparable end, the relationship shatters. And while the victim never speaks up, she drowns in pleasure and corrupts. All the pain falls on the one who lost her.
"Kyaa!"
As Alvin scowled, about to lay into her, Luna—who'd been quietly listening—stepped forward and slapped Claret across the face. Even Alvin looked surprised at the twist.
"Now I get why Alvin called you 'dirty.' Spineless coward with zero accountability. Total selfish bitch."
"What did you say?!"
"Scared of the truth getting out, so you ignored it, never sought a solution, and kept spreading your legs for another man? If you had even a shred of conscience, you wouldn't have stayed by Alvin's side!"
Luna's eyes flashed red, and Claret shrank under the overwhelming pressure. A 6-circle mage cowering before some village girl? Unthinkable. But pride be damned—her body froze up.
"I-I did find a solution!"
"Lame lie."
"It's true! Ever since the rape, I've been researching time reversal magic! To go back to the timeline before my body got defiled!"
"And how far along is it?"
"Ugh...!"
Claret gnawed her lip. The goal she'd boasted about so confidently? Not even 10% done. Adventures and Peldon's summons ate her days—no time for research. Luna saw right through her hesitation and piled on.
"If you'd spoken up sooner, Alvin would've understood and helped with your research. But you didn't trust the one you claim to love. How can you call that love? Stop clinging to him and fuck off."
"What do you know!!"
Shaking off the intimidation with rage, Claret clenched her fist and lunged at Luna. She'd channeled mana to strengthen her body, aiming to land a solid hit. But she got slapped again and tumbled to the ground.
'Wh-what?'
She'd definitely used magic. Even a melee-weak mage could topple an ogre with reinforcement. Yet Luna effortlessly caught her enhanced punch and counterattacked.
The crowd's common sense shattered. Only Alvin, who'd learned from her diary that his childhood friend wasn't normal, stayed unfazed.
Refreshing. But let's not draw too much attention.
Alvin wrapped an arm around Luna's waist and yanked her close. Not stopping there, he groped her perky breasts with his palm. Luna, dragged into it unexpectedly, blushed but accepted his touch.
"Hng! Ahng♥"
"Brave of you to finally spill the truth. But forgiveness? Way too late."
"Alvin, I...!"
"Still, for old times' sake, I'll give you a parting gift."
Claret's eyes lit up at "gift." Maybe forgiveness was possible! Hope swelled as she awaited it.
Alvin picked up the staff she'd dropped in her fall. Pretending to hand it over, he hooked the curved tip into her panties and yanked hard, ripping them off.
"Al-Alvin?"
"Hope this cleans your filthy body, even just a little."
"Hyaa?!"
Without pause, Alvin twisted the staff and jammed the handle into her asshole. He infused it with mana, activating a water spell. A jet streamed into her guts. Her belly swelled as her insides filled in seconds.
"Ugh! Guweeeek!"
Water erupted from Claret's mouth, which she'd been pressing shut. Alvin finished by channeling Void Aura into the staff, then stepped back. Precisely five seconds later, it would vanish. Having no interest in the aftermath, he turned away.
"From tower master's whore to the girl shitting her guts out in the street—famous now, huh? If you hate the rumor, rewind time with that spell of yours. I'll cheer you on!"
Unfortunately, Alvin never forgave NTR—not even if the world ended.