Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Eve the Pirate
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Trading city Estar. The hub of maritime trade and a den for every kind of criminal. I entered the city pulling a carriage stamped with the crest of Peta territory. The guard confirmed I was Peta Lucius from the crest I presented and my appearance.
"Uh, could you wait just a moment? The guild master said he'd come greet you personally..."
The guard made his request in a naive tone. So I leisurely took in the city scenery from inside the carriage. The streets brimmed with energy. A loafer selling fish scratched his belly under his shirtsleeves while yawning. A few flies clung to the fish only to get swatted flat with a flyswatter.
Stray cats prowled the streets, tearing into mouse throats or gnawing fish heads in the shadowy corners of stalls. Even under a clear sky, their eyes gleamed with murderous intent. The stench of rotting fish guts wafted from every back alley.
The entire city was like this. Filth mixed with flash. Neat signs sat amid the sordid scenes, giving off a bizarre vibe. My carriage right in the middle drew curious stares from passersby. A few merchants approached, hawking their wares.
"Hey, how about some jewelry made from mackerel scales? It's all the rage these days."
That reminded me of Aira asking me to buy her seashell jewelry by the sea. I memorized the shop's location and waved them off. Listening to a merchant's pitch is like poisoning yourself and drilling holes in your gut. Give them an inch, and they'll swarm you beyond control.
"Ah, my lord."
As I pondered what might suit Aira and Sieri best, a man who looked like the guild master approached. He wore a purple turban and sported a thick mustache. His bulbous nose made his face look enormous. I stepped down from the carriage and offered a handshake. The guild master bent at the waist as if it were the greatest honor and clasped my hand.
"Are you the guild master? I got your letter. That pirate Eve's been stirring up trouble at sea, right?"
"Yes. She's a real nasty piece of work, rampaging only in certain areas. Shamefully, our navy can't catch her, so we even formed a subjugation team recently."
"Did the hero join that team and get caught?"
"No. From what I heard, uh... um..."
The guild master trailed off, hesitating. I'd stepped down from the carriage and was walking alongside him now. I prodded him on.
"What's the matter? Guild master."
"Apparently... he was wandering the seas looking for a drug that makes your manhood grow... and got nabbed."
"Ah... I see. But does something like that really exist?"
A chill ran down my spine. Come to think of it, this being an eroge, there might not be a dick-growth potion, but a futanari one? Fuck, what if the hero comes back as a girl with that thing attached? Even for this world, futanari's a hard pass.
The guild master shook his head.
"No such thing exists. If it's something even I've never heard of here in Estar, you won't find it. No idea who started that filthy rumor, but now we get waves of perverts showing up and causing chaos."
"Perverted weirdos? Sounds fun."
"Don't even get me started. One wanted to sprout five dicks and shape 'em like a sea anemone. Another planned to slip it to his wife so he could bang her sister. Those freaks all head out to sea hunting that manhood drug, and you can imagine the vibe around the city."
The world is vast, and the crazies are endless. In this lewd-ass world, my preference for pure love sex put me damn near normal. I asked,
"So what exactly does this Eve get up to? Trade's still booming, so she doesn't seem to hit merchant ships..."
"She leaves merchant ships alone, but she kills people."
"Serial killer, huh."
Just like in the original game. Eve had no greed for gold but an overflowing urge to slaughter men. She'd kill every male sailor she met and rape every woman on sight.
That made Eve recruitable upon capture or sellable to Estar for a reward. With her terrain bonuses, she was useless anyway, so the standard late-game strat was to nab her and sell.
"Yes. A vicious one. She avoids flagged merchant vessels and fishermen, but any adventurers or mercenaries venturing into her territory? Dead on the spot."
"Terrifying."
"Corpses have washed up before. You should've seen them, my lord. Castrated alive, writhing in agony till the end."
"Ugh..."
"Flesh torn off like it'd been clawed by fingernails..."
"No need for more details."
I didn't care to hear more castration tales. I came here to bash a lesbian porn star's skull in, not tour some sensory hell. But as we walked, I realized I still hadn't heard our destination.
"By the way, where are we headed?"
"Oh, just taking you to see something real quick."
It better not be one of those castrated corpses.
The guild master led me to a building. Eerie wails echoed from inside. He glanced around and gripped the door handle.
"My lord. Our official request was only for the hero's rescue, but... could I ask one more favor?"
His face was deadly serious. The door swung open, revealing the horror within.
"Whoa."
It was hell on earth. Naked women lay scattered everywhere. They'd lost their minds, giggling insanely while lost in masturbation. One ground her crotch against a pillar. Another drooled helplessly, bound tight to a bed. Women who must've once been beauties now sprawled in grotesque poses.
"Grotesque."
I don't go for this genre. This had to be the hell of the lust-maddened. It should've been erotic, but the raw obscenity just made it repulsive. I grimaced, and the guild master spoke up.
"These are the women victimized by that pirate Eve. She castrates and kills the men, rapes the women till their minds snap, then lets them go. My wife's in there too."
He pointed to a woman collapsed in the distance, frantically rubbing herself while letting out bizarre laughs.
At this point, I couldn't help worrying about the hero's state. If her technique was this mind-breaking, hadn't the hero already fallen into bitch mode?
Even if the elf queen was big-hearted enough to overlook marrying a woman, I doubted she'd greenlight wedding a lunatic. And pregnant Erina accepting Aei like this? Who knew. The guild master clutched my hand, his face etched with grief.
"Ever since that pirate... our family's life has been ruined. My lord... if you can, please kill that bitch. Cut off her head and let us hang it in the city."
Hatred burned in his eyes. I alternated sympathetic glances between him and his wife. Nice figure, pretty face—but with her eyes rolled back and drool pouring, my cock didn't even twitch.
Back at the lodging the guild master had arranged, my mind was a mess. Not about killing Eve. If the hero had already fallen that far, drooling like the rest, we had a real problem. The hero had been ts'd, and I'd done the ts-ing.
Thus, the hero was my handiwork. I'd turned her into a woman, so ownership was mine. Eve NTR'ing my hero was no different.
I don't forgive NTR. Especially not les NTR. I stroked my mace, deep in thought on how to crush that bitch.
If even the hero couldn't beat her, I sure as hell couldn't.
The next morning, the guild master saw me off with the subjugation team, loading me onto a ship bound for sea. The rendezvous was smack in the ocean's heart. Perfect weather—clear skies, pleasant breeze whipping in from the waves, gulls crying in the distance.
I prayed the hero hadn't fallen as I boarded. Otherwise, it'd be do-or-die with Eve. We sailed till Estar was a speck before a tiny island came into view.
"That's Pirate Island. Sailors steer clear."
A crewman on my ship explained. Despite the name, it wasn't some skull-shaped wreck—it looked like any nameless uninhabited rock.
Only as we drew closer did I spot a massive ship circling the isle. A siren figurehead adorned the stern, black pirate flag flying high.
"Eve's pirate ship."
"Yes."
I gripped my mace and scanned the approaching vessel. A red-haired woman stood at the prow. One-eyed, tall frame. Those firm, massive tits caught my eye first.
Having played the game, I knew she was Eve.
And behind her, bound tight and gagged, was Aei. He lit up with joy at the sight of me. Surprisingly, she hadn't laid a hand on him yet.
"Which of you is Peta Lucius?"
"That's me."
Eve tilted her head arrogantly from the bow, eyeing me. That haughty gaze was damn alluring. She stared long and hard before frowning.
"You really the Southern Priest Leader? Those eyes are way too lewd. Pervier than the pervs who show up here."
"How rude."
I silently called up the status window in my mind. Just to get a rough sense if I could take her.
⚔ STATUS ⚔ Name: Eve
Job: Pirate
Level: 43
Favorability: 0 (Fixed)
⚡ Strength: 190 💨 Agility: 200 🧠 Intelligence: 170 🍀 Luck: 240 *Currently under trait effects.
Traits:
Fish School Detection
Can converse with fish.
Mermaid's Blessing
All stats double on sea or above water, underwater.
"Whoa."
Fuck, no way I can win.