Chapter 53
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: 6.5 Akane Rape 1
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"Akane. Let's have sex."
"......What? Sex......"
Sudden as it was, Akane's face twisted up like she'd been splattered with bird shit.
'Naibusu has finally lost it.'
Hmph. Think I'm crazy all you want. Can't be helped.
Setting everything else aside, sex was the only option I had right now.
Even if there were some other way, she'd run out of magic power before I could find it.
A clear solution was staring me in the face. No time or need to hunt for alternatives.
"......So you finally showed your true colors."
"Yeah. This is me, the real deal."
I'd realized something.
In this trash world, trying to find a sensible solution made me the idiot.
The answer was set from the start. To solve the problem, the heroine had to get violated. Or rather, problems cropped up precisely so heroines could get defiled?
The original game worked the same way.
Just like Akane now, it seemed like you could save her... but you never could.
As if to toy with the player.
Dangling flimsy hope, then snatching it away without mercy.
That was this trash world's style.
No matter how you struggled, the heroines got defiled one by one, sinking into the muck like quicksand. Their fates sealed from the beginning.
Whatever godlike bastard sent me here was probably laughing its ass off at my flailing right now. A total perv, waiting for me to fail and wail in despair.
"You don't have any other options anyway, right? Come on, sex."
I'd figured out this world's logic.
Struggling was pointless.
The more I thrashed, the happier the ones looking down from above would be.
Fine then. I'd go along with it so submissively they'd run out of steam.
Even if Akane thought I was nuts.
-Slap.
Akane slapped my cheek.
It was so light, like a butterfly landing and fluttering off.
Not because she'd held back. That was her full strength right now.
"No."
And that was her answer.
"......Akane. You really that eager to die?"
"Better than doing it with you."
Frail as if she'd blow away in a breeze, yet Akane declared it proudly.
Her words were full of contradictions.
She'd come here because she wanted to live. If that's how she felt, she shouldn't have followed me in the first place. Her mind was dripping with lingering attachment to life.
No......
Akane was just like me.
She was a pitiful doll, toyed with by false hope.
She must have steeled herself on the way here. Prepared to cling to life in the arms of the Naibusu she despised.
Shattering that shaky resolve took nothing more than flashing a bit of shallow hope.
The determination she'd mustered to follow me into this room, her obsession with survival—they were already gone from her heart.
Akane had given up on life.
"From now on, I'll handle it myself. Thanks."
'Still...... you're the only one who reached out to a mess like me, Naibusu.'
......I see.
I did that to you, huh.
I was the one who killed Akane—and the one who saved her.
I punched the hole in her heart, and I planted her attachment to life.
I showed her that final hope, and I crushed it.
If I'd stayed an object of hatred to the end, maybe Akane wouldn't have given up. As punishment for never earning Yuuki's forgiveness, she might have chosen a wretched existence, clinging to the loathed Naibusu just to survive.
But when Akane was drowning in despair's abyss, the one hand extended to her belonged to that very Naibusu. Deep in her heart, unbeknownst to her, a seed of fondness for me had sprouted.
It was such a faint shift in emotion, even I could barely read it—but that tiny change meant relying on me was no longer punishment for her.
"Akane."
I grabbed the wrist of Akane, who was heading for the door.
"......What are you doing?"
Akane glared at me with clear disgust.
No trace of fondness in those eyes, not even dust.
But one thing was certain: the Akane who'd braced for a wretched life moments ago was now humbly resolved to die.
"Hmph. Hilarious."
"Eek......!"
I yanked Akane and flung her onto the bed.
True to a love hotel, the bed was ridiculously ornate, and she landed on it light as a feather.
"......What the hell?"
Akane bared her teeth fiercely from the bed.
But it didn't scare me one bit. She was so weak now, anyone—not just me—could subdue her easily.
"Strip."
"Ha. What, gonna rape me?"
Akane sneered.
Surprisingly, she understood me well. She knew I wasn't the type for that, that it was all bluff anyway.
"Yeah. I'm gonna rape you."
"......What?"
But not this time.
This time, I meant it.
"I'm gonna rape you. Me, you."
I said it while stripping off my clothes.
Sorry, Akane.
I have no intention of letting you die.
If you'd died somewhere I didn't know about, fine—but knowing you're about to and doing nothing? No way.
Akane looked up at me like I was absurd.
"Naibusu...... you're really insane, aren't you?"
"Who knows. Maybe I've finally come to my senses."
In a world that's already mad, the madman is normal.
I hadn't gone crazy. If anything, the opposite.
'You're really...... gonna do it for real?'
Akane's mind flickered like it could wink out any second.
No time to waste.
"What're you waiting for? I said strip."
"......"
"Or should I do it for you?"
Even so, Akane just stared up at me in bewilderment.
Her brain seemed frozen from the shock.
Truth be told, she had no way to resist me. Even at full strength, it would've been the same.
The power gap was obvious. If I wanted, I could just pin her down by force.
I called it rape, but since she'd followed me here willingly, it didn't even qualify. Not that it mattered—she wasn't human anyway, so anything goes.
I shed my uniform jacket and climbed onto the bed.
Akane was still half-doubting. Just watching what I'd do next. In a way, it showed how much she trusted me.
But from here on, I planned to betray that trust.
I gripped her chin and tilted it up slightly.
Then pressed my lips to hers.
"Mmph!"
Focus returned to Akane's dazed eyes.
Her mind raged at me for stealing her lips out of nowhere.
Ouch. Akane bit down hard on my lower lip.
But it wasn't enough to even leave a mark, let alone draw blood.
"Hmph."
Instead of pulling away, I clamped down on one of her breasts.
"Eek!?"
Pain from the crushing grip forced her mouth open.
I detached my lips and pulled back a bit.
"Akane. Don't bother resisting pointlessly. It might not end after one round."
Akane just glared silently, no more resistance.
She'd realized I was serious—and that fighting was futile.
"......Naibusu. What the hell are you thinking? Why go this far?"
I stripped off Akane's uniform.
Having barely clawed her way back from death, she wasn't even wearing underwear.
Soaked through from the rain, her uniform had lost all function as clothing anyway.
"Do guys need a reason for sex? I want to, so I do."
Unbuttoning and peeling it off revealed her bare chest right away.
Damn. Her tits were gorgeous, hate to admit it.
"Trash."
"For trash like you, trash like me is perfect match, right?"
"Hmph."
Yeah. You and me, both trash.
Trash belongs with trash.
"If you're doing it, hurry up and finish. No need to strip me completely."
"You'll catch a cold in wet clothes."
"Ha. That's what a rapist says?"
"You'll catch it."
Akane had apparently given up, letting me undress her without a fight.
I removed her blouse, then her single skirt, tossing it off the bed.
Then looked down at her naked body.
Akane, who always seemed so vicious, was just a girl once stripped bare.
Her perky breasts, the sparse patch over her mound.
She lay exposed before me, everything on display.
Beautiful.
Her personality was garbage, but her body was flawless.
Akane turned her head away, avoiding my gaze.
She acted calm on the outside, but her mind brimmed with embarrassment.
"......Don't stare so much."
"Hmph. That's what a rape victim says?"
"......How'd I end up with a guy like this."
"Tough break. Your first is a guy like me."
I slowly caressed her body.
Her thighs, sides, shoulders, breasts.
Everywhere my hand touched, her delicate skin twitched and shivered.
So soft. But cold.
Her body felt like a corpse.
Partly from the rain chilling her, but also her refusing to respond to me.
Akane clenched her teeth, pretending not to feel my touch. Since resisting was pointless anyway, she just wouldn't give me the satisfaction of a reaction.
But even she turned her face away when I leaned in for a kiss.
"No kisses."
"You think you have a say?"
"Of course."
She'd endure sex but draw the line at kissing, huh.
Pointless distinction, but maybe it mattered to her.
"Fine. How about this."
Akane stubbornly kept her face turned away.
As if my words weren't worth hearing.
"Satisfy me, and I'll help you make up with Yuuki."
"......What?"
Akane whipped her head back, eyes meeting mine.
Face like she couldn't process what she'd heard.
"What, didn't get it? I'll help you reconcile with Yuuki. You can't do it alone anyway, right?"
Akane's eyes wavered.
She'd given up on life.
Even if she took my semen here and survived, she'd end it herself later.
To save her, mere survival wasn't enough. She needed a reason to live.
And for Akane, that reason was obvious.
"......You demon."
"Call me whatever. Better than what you're hearing in your head."
"Pervert."
"......Where'd you pick that up?"
-Mmwah.
Akane pressed her lips to mine.
Well, her mind was still full of Yuuki. Not thrilled, but fitting for trash like me.
I returned the kiss just as eagerly.