Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: The Protagonist is a Villain
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"D-Do I really have to go through there? Is it okay to block the way like this?"
"We must endure any mockery. Any scorn. Only then can we become new people."
"Fuck.... Fuck....."
Aira gritted her teeth and took another step forward. Go ahead, try it. With every step she took, the thugs standing in front of her seemed more and more terrifying. To her eyes, they looked about two meters tall, their fists as hard as iron. Aira squeezed her eyes shut and approached them.
One step.
Another step.
And then.
"You fucking bitch!"
Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack!
The merciless beating began once more. The moment they were within arm's reach of Aira, the two men tripped her legs out from under her and started pummeling her wildly. As Aira collapsed and screamed, Lucius issued another command to the soldiers.
"Bring Aira back."
Aira's entire body was swollen and battered. Lucius stared at her for a moment before extending his hand and chanting a spell. A pure white light enveloped her body, and the wounds vanished once more. Aira understood the meaning behind it all too well—her body hair stood on end.
"Then let us begin the Penance March again."
She couldn't die from the beatings. And she couldn't finish this path either. In that instant, Aira felt a dizzying despair. She could sense the malice in their intent to keep this up until she truly went mad.
She lifted her head again, and the two men were glaring at her, breathing heavily. Aira had to keep walking this path. Her legs trembled uncontrollably. When the soldier behind her nudged her forward a step, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.
She staggered forward, one shaky step at a time. And once again, Aira stood before the two men.
"Fucking bitch!"
The kicks started anew. Far more painful and agonizing than before. Seeing the clear intent to kill her in their blows, Aira curled up and began to sob.
"Stop!"
Lucius shouted again. The soldiers brought Aira back once more. Her body and mind were both in ruins. Spitting bloody foam from her mouth, Aira looked up at Lucius. He cast a heal on her and said,
"Let us begin the Penance March."
And so, until afternoon duties began, the Penance March continued. When Aira finally stumbled into the room, battered and broken, Lucius followed her inside. He embraced her tightly once more, and Aira spat curses at him.
"Kill me! Fucking kill me, you bitch!"
"I can't do that."
She was too exhausted to even ask why anymore. Aira couldn't understand why she deserved this torment. It felt like it would be far better to have her hands cut off and live as a cripple. Her chest tightened, driving her to the brink of madness, tears streaming down her face. Sobbing, Aira asked,
"Why... why are you doing this to me...? Fuck... sob... Why me?!"
"If you've sinned, you must repent."
"What sin did I commit? Fuck.... Is it... is it such a huge sin? Huh?!"
"Think about it carefully, Aira. Why must you be punished?"
"I don't know, fuck! How the hell should I know, you psycho bastard?!"
"No, Aira. You must think carefully. Why do you need to repent? Find the answer to that question. That's your first homework."
Lucius released her and turned to open the door. In that moment, without realizing it, Aira reached out to grab him. Hearing the sound, Lucius turned back.
"N-No, it's nothing."
Aira withdrew her hand and shook her head. And as Lucius closed the door behind him, the terror returned. The anxiety of being alone. And the despair of knowing she'd have to repeat the same hell tomorrow morning.
"Let us begin the Penance March."
The men were waiting closer and closer each time. At first, they waited on the main village street, but day by day, they advanced one step, then another. And when Aira approached, they beat her even more mercilessly.
After Lucius demonstrated that he could revive her as long as she didn't die, the violence only intensified.
"Fucking bitch!"
"Damn bitch!"
The curses ringing in her ears and the blows carving into her flesh were completely shattering Aira's mind. A week passed like that. Then three more days. Whenever Aira was beaten outside, Lucius would whisper sweet words inside the room while holding her tight. How many days had it been? Aira was now facing her terror head-on.
Because right at her starting point, the two men were waiting, grinding their teeth and snorting with rage. As Aira met their gazes and trembled, Lucius spoke with an expressionless face.
"Let us begin the Penance March."
The words had barely left his mouth when the two men knocked Aira down and began pummeling her. After taking a brutal beating for a while, Aira's eyes snapped open. She shoved the two men away and bolted toward the lord's manor, pounding on the firmly shut door as she screamed.
"Open it! Please open the door! I can't... I can't take it anymore! Hic... sob... sob... Fuck.... sob...."
Watching her, Lucius said,
"We'll end it here for today."
Aira returned to her room. Once inside, she pressed herself against the wall and glanced around frantically. When Lucius entered, she still stared at him with wary eyes. He asked,
"Well then, shall we continue? What wrong did you commit?"
"I... tried to rob... the manor's warehouse...."
Aira's hands shook as she bowed her head deeply. Lucius stroked her hair and said,
"That's right. And whose punishment is this for?"
"For... Karl...."
"Exactly. Very good. But you still haven't truly repented, Aira. Unfortunately, tomorrow too..."
Before he could finish, Aira dropped to her knees on the floor and grabbed Lucius's arm. Seeing the desperation in her eyes, he asked,
"What's wrong?"
"I'll do anything. Anything you want. Please just stop the Penance March. I'm begging you. I'll do whatever it takes. Lord. Save me. No, just kill me instead. Cut off my hands, rip out my tongue, anything—but please, no more Penance March."
"No. I can't. How do I know you've repented?"
Aira flattened herself even more against the floor, pleading. Even then, Lucius shook his head and tried to leave. As he turned to go, Aira grabbed his clothes and cried out.
"Don't go!"
"Oh my."
Lucius looked down at her. Aira was choking back sobs. Tears streaming down her face, she said,
"Don't go. If you leave, I hear those voices. The men's voices calling me... 'Fucking bitch'... threatening me... The voices... I'll do anything, so please don't leave me alone... Stop the Penance March...."
"Anything?"
"Yes.... sob...."
Lucius locked the door. Standing before Aira, he unbuckled his belt and said,
"Suck it."
⚔ STATUS ⚔ Name: Aira Occupation: No current occupation Favorability: 0 (+100) Level: 6 Stats ⚡ Strength: 3 💨 Agility: 7 ✨ Intelligence: 4 🍀 Luck: 0 Traits Mental Dependence She depends on you.
Original occupation is disabled, stat penalties persist.
Receives special corrections to Favorability.
Obedience She obeys you.
"Slurp.... lick.... haaah....."
I smiled as I looked down at Aira. She held my cock as delicately as if it were a piece of glass, gently licking along the glans. Watching her close her eyes while carefully swirling her tongue around the slit at the tip sent a surge of conquest and pleasure rising in my chest.
When it twitched with tension, Aira glanced up at me in surprise for a moment before resuming her tongue's caress. Only after thoroughly coating the glans with saliva did she pull her mouth away, tongue out, gauging the size of her mouth against my cock by opening wide.
Then, cautiously, she took it into her mouth and slowly swallowed it down her throat.