Rape (2)
Rape (2)
Kiririk, kigik. Along with a bizarre wind-up sound, a song began to flow out from somewhere.
Artificial liveliness settles into the frozen space. The halted humans start moving one by one.
Participatory Theater. Story Theater. It was a desperate binding cast by the yokai Haheo, burning its own life force.
It had been aimed solely at the Yao King, but several people got caught up in the single barrier.
Muk Seo-ah surveyed the situation.
The Participatory Theater seals away sorcery. In a pure fistfight, the tall Muk Seo-ah held the advantage over the Yao King.
The Yao King was frail without his sorcery. Muk Seo-ah was a full head and a half taller.
A pure difference in size. With her much greater height and bust, Muk Seo-ah was confident she could crush the Yao King in hand-to-hand combat.
But if Muk Seo-ah killed the Yao King, how much of the time limit would get shaved off?
Even swearing made a fistful of sand drop. Once the sand in the hourglass ran out, the soul would be erased, turning them into a doll.
It was an instant-death mechanic, killing regardless of health or stamina.
Would Cheonaeyuseon block it? She couldn't be sure.
It hadn't reacted to the Participatory Theater from the start.
Right now, it hadn't even blocked entry into the barrier, so Cheonaeyuseon might not respond to this sorcery at all.
Cheonaeyuseon was half-automatic.
Even if Muk Seo-ah's will intervened, there was no counter if Cheonaeyuseon went off on its own.
Handling Cheonaeyuseon was like taming an elephant.
Normally, the elephant obeys the trainer, but if it rampages with its massive bulk, the trainer's helpless.
Cheonaeyuseon was always reliable, but since it'd already allowed the Participatory Theater once, killing the Yao King now wasn't a gamble worth taking.
'If I strangle the Yao King, won't all my time fly away and turn me into a doll too? Damn this Cheonaeyuseon—why does it glitch out like this every once in a while?'
Can't rely on it. Tsk tsk.
Muk Seo-ah clicked her tongue and maintained her stance.
She'd more or less grasped the situation.
This was a palace, and the women gathered here were the prince's concubines. The auntie up front with the big hairpiece was the concubine overseer.
Muk Seo-ah and the Yao King were just two among the many concubines.
Concubines had to act with decorum. They must obey every command from the prince.
The overseer auntie loudly recited the rules they had to follow.
'It's the code of conduct...'
Any action deviating from the code would be deemed out-of-character, docking time from the limit.
High-rank yokai Haheo. It wielded an incredibly finicky sorcery.
As expected, high-rankers were on another level. It'd gone all-in with a mutual destruction sorcery, enough to briefly trap even the Yao King.
Of course, it'd only been distracted fighting Muk Seo-ah; against a Yao King at full strength, it would've been hopeless.
"Ugh, Mukmyeong. Because of you, even I fall to this low-grade sorcery."
The Yao King muttered. Her hourglass shrank from the out-of-character remark.
The hourglasses floated ghost-like above Muk Seo-ah and the Yao King's heads.
'Shut your mouth already.'
Muk Seo-ah snapped to attention. One slip and she might turn into a doll.
Normally she'd be totally fine, but with Cheonaeyuseon glitching this time, who knew.
She acted cautiously, focusing on the code of conduct.
Muk Seo-ah stood politely with both hands clasped in front.
"The prince is entering. When he arrives, bow your heads. Do not dare meet his gaze, and the concubine he chooses must greet him with a lovely voice: 'Thank you.'"
The overseer auntie said.
Muk Seo-ah steeled herself. Tyrant princes were a dime a dozen in stories. Getting picked by a maniac like that wouldn't be good.
To escape the palace, best not to stand out.
Luckily, Muk Seo-ah was in the middle of the concubines—not too eye-catching.
Soon the door opened. A man's gruff voice stabbed into her ears.
"Hmm! These concubines have such fine complexions!"
"May the prince's noble health be ever prosperous."
"I'm always sturdy. How many concubine bitches are there?"
"Thirty in total, Your Highness."
Wait, that voice...!
Muk Seo-ah looked up. She had to confirm this.
Even if it cost her sand, she had to check.
The Yao King did the same, lifting her head too.
The prince's role. The one in prince's clothes was a monster with four arms.
Grayish-white skin, rippling muscles all over, bear-like height and bulk. The yokai Asura was playing the prince.
Caught in the barrier together, huh.
At a glance, that brute yokai looked like it'd gone berserk from the start, ignoring time limits and all, already done in.
It'd rampaged until exhausting its limit. Asura had become the Participatory Theater's tyrant prince.
'Asura... dead?'
If it'd burned through its time and gotten devoured by the role, instant death.
But Asura was a two-phase boss mob. It could revive once. No way to tell if it'd used both lives or just died once.
Then Asura turned his head.
Sensing her gaze with a warrior's instinct, he looked at Muk Seo-ah. She and the Yao King stared at Asura with dumbstruck faces before hurriedly bowing again.
"Oh ho, interesting. Raising your heads before me! Hey, you! Bring those two concubines to my chambers!"
No!
Getting noticed by the prince would make escaping the palace a nightmare. Muk Seo-ah regretted it, but the water was spilled.
No choice now—kill the Yao King first.
Turn the Yao King into a doll for instant death, then calmly find an exit.
Muk Seo-ah racked her brain for a strategy.
Of course, the Yao King was scheming too.
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"Fun. Any woman grovels obediently before me, the prince, yet you two dare lift your heads. Heh, a woman needs that spark. Too tame, and there's no thrill in playing her."
This fucker really got eaten by the role.
Muk Seo-ah sighed inwardly.
Asura had already fallen to the Participatory Theater. No matter how strong a yokai he was, this was a field conjured by sorcery.
One hit from the field's conditional instant-death, and brute or not, you're done.
Asura had fully become the tyrant prince.
But with four arms and yokai features, he didn't fit the prince vibe at all.
What prince in the world has a build that could take on 3,000 foes solo?
Catering to the muscle prince's whims wasn't easy, but Muk Seo-ah acted the role to perfection.
"I'm sorry."
"Not scolding you. I've lost interest in devouring obedient women. Concubines submit to my power anyway—what fun is it if they spread their legs on command?"
Asura said ferociously.
His savage nature lingered even after death, seeping into the role.
"So, put up a fight."
"...?"
"I'm going to rape you two. Resist with all you've got. Satisfy me, and I'll let you go."
Asura said that, then cracked his knuckles with a duduk, ttuk.
At a glance, he was in combat stance. Tyrant princes usually keep concubines to vent their lust.
But Asura's innate brutality twisted the role into something grotesque.
The yokai Asura had zero interest in sex. All it craved was blood and violence.
Human hunting. Muk Seo-ah lightly clicked her tongue.
'Resist, and I've got this.'
Things just got easier. Take down Asura here, done.
Muk Seo-ah tried to spit out her axe from her mouth. But inside the barrier, she couldn't summon the axe.
'...Bare-handed?'
Any other yokai, maybe, but Asura was the pinnacle of hand-to-hand. Winning bare-handed in this sealed room would be tough.
Muk Seo-ah frowned.
The Yao King, seeing that, swallowed a wicked grin.
'Mukmyeong, your fancy axe skills end here. Look at your body now. How's that soft female form gonna beat a sturdy male like Asura?'
Muk Seo-ah couldn't fend off Asura's rape.
But the Yao King was different. Over a thousand years old, its wisdom and experience were profound and vast.
The Yao King knew countless sorceries Muk Seo-ah didn't. Its knowledge of bindings was unfathomable.
The Yao King formed hand seals.
'Essence Absorption Technique.'
The Essence Absorption Technique wasn't a binding. More precisely, it manipulated essence energy. It fused the target's qi with yours, sweeping the disrupted side into the stable one.
Simply put, whoever climaxes first loses their essence.
'No way a brute like Asura knows Essence Absorption. Thanks, Haheo. Now I can steal essence from a high-rank yokai like Asura.'
The Yao King had already cast pride aside.
For power, it could accept even violation of its manhood.
Felt repulsive at first, but now it was bearable.
It could alter its body with the binding.
Unpleasant memories? Just erase and forget.
'All because of you, Mukmyeong.'
The Yao King gnashed its teeth, steeling itself.
Endure this once, mingle with Asura, absorb his essence. As a high-rank yokai, it'd be potent.
Regain power, and it'd kill Muk Seo-ah first thing.
"Kuhaha, then resist with everything. Entertain me well."
Asura tore off his clothes.
Ripped abs and massive thighs exposed. And in the center, some log-like thing.
At first she thought it was an iron pillar, but no—it was his dick.
Asura's cock stood erect like an iron mace, thick veins bulging.
'Heh heh heh, devouring Asura's essence will restore major power... Huh? Huh? What, what the hell. It's huge?'
The Yao King smirked arrogantly, then flinched, shoulders trembling.
Right beside her, Muk Seo-ah froze in shock.
To reiterate, the Essence Absorption Technique works by disrupted energy flowing to the stable source.
In other words, whoever finishes first gets their energy stolen.