Chapter 14. It's a Misunderstanding, I Tell You?!
Chapter 14. It's a Misunderstanding, I Tell You?!
Chapter 14. It's a Misunderstanding, I Tell You?!
Deep within the darkness, where ordinary people didn't even know of its existence, the hideout of the villain organization 'Black Wings' was concealed.
Built hundreds of meters underground, this base exuded an atmosphere like the entrails of a giant steel beast, with cold metal walls mixed with bizarre magic circuits.
Among them, in the deepest part, in front of the room of the leader, Belzenia, who was said to be shrouded in a veil.
Beyond the heavy protective door, a strange, nasal sound that could hardly be considered wholesome was leaking out.
"Ah, no. Th-there... H-huut♡ It's too deep~(?)"
What followed was the pitiful moan of a man and the low, rumbling laughter of a woman who seemed to be ravishing him.
"Urya-urya~ Stay still, my Companion. Hehe~ Was my technique that good, enough to make your expression melt into a complete mess(?), hmm? Answer me, my Companion~"
At a glance, it sounded like a conversation from a scene of a shameless crime being committed against a frail man.
But the reality was.......
"No, Noona! It hurts! It hurts! Take it easy... Uwaaaaack!"
"Hmph, if you are a dragon's Companion, you must endure this much pressure. Now, you're knotted up here, too. I shall let my magic reach even the deepest parts."
Even while acting tsundere, every time her fingers pressed into the muscles near Park Haneul's pelvis, Park Haneul twisted his body from the strange pleasure and sharp, popping pain that surged through his entire body.
In fact, this was a 'Dragon-style Secret Massage' that Belzenia had prepared for Park Haneul.
Seeing that Park Haneul's body had become stiff from lazing around for a week, she had rolled up her sleeves, claiming she would loosen his muscles with dragon essence.
However, if one were to hear it from outside, or see this scene from behind, it was a sound and composition that could never be thought of as a wholesome massage.
On the floor, Park Haneul's academy uniform shirt and jacket were scattered messily, as if someone had roughly stripped them off.
Ah, please don't misunderstand; Park Haneul had just tossed them off carelessly, and Belzenia hadn't even touched them with her fingertips.
Under the blanket he had pulled over himself, thinking, 'Belzenia will just clean it up while acting tsundere anyway,' he was wearing his massage clothes properly.
Park Haneul on the bed was covered by the blanket, his whole body twitching as if he had just gone through something intense, staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression.
And beside him, Belzenia, her face flushed and drenched in sweat after finishing the massage, was holding a thin cigarette in one hand, exhaling smoke, while her other hand slowly stroked Haneul's hair as if intoxicated by a sense of conquest.
To anyone, it looked like a man and woman who had just finished a stormy affair.
"Fuu, the human body is truly weak and soft. It cries out as if it might break at the slightest bit of pressure... It really stimulates one's sadistic impulses."
Belzenia whispered, exhaling cigarette smoke into Park Haneul's ear.
"How is it, my Companion? Doesn't your body feel a bit hotter now? Are you ready to surrender to my technique?"
"Surrender or whatever... please put out that cigarette..."
It was when Park Haneul was tearing up from the cigarette smoke and frowning.
Kwang—!
With a roar as if a bomb had gone off, the sturdy wall of the base crumpled like paper and scattered in all directions.
"Haneul-ah!! I'm here to save you...!"
Emerging through the thick cloud of dust was Kim Sia, her entire body enveloped in golden mana.
And beside her stood the Saintess Seraphina, leaning on her staff with a face of ecstasy, sniffing the air.
However, the scene the two encountered was not the 'cruelly tortured Haneul' they had imagined.
Haneul, lying face down on the bed with his face flushed red, moaning. (Belzenia's massage skills were top-notch.)
His eyes, glistening pitifully as if he had been forcibly deprived of something precious. (You shouldn't blow cigarette smoke at others. It stings the eyes.)
A scene more miserable than they had ever imagined.
"E-eh? Is this not that kind of situation..."
"I... I haven't even done it yet...!!!"
Misunderstandings and delusions exploded... Wait, what did you say, Sia?
It felt like my heart had stopped.
No, I would rather have wished for my heart to burst and for me to die at this very moment.
Beyond the thick cloud of dust, what I saw was a scene from the most cruel and shameless hellscape of my life.
My Haneul.
My precious husband (to be), whom I cherished more than anything in the world and whom I dared not touch even a fingertip of without permission.
To think he was lying face down on the bed of that wicked and monstrous dragon-woman, with such a miserably broken expression.
"Ah............."
No voice came out.
Haneul's flushed face, and above all, what made me feel the most despair was the tear welling up in the corner of his eye.
To think she made him shed tears from those clear, beautiful eyes.
How harsh and how shameful must the things he endured have been for him to tremble and cry so pitifully?
His school uniform shirt scattered on the floor felt like fragments of my own soul that had been torn away.
Haneul is kind, so he must have sacrificed himself, unable to overcome the threats of that monster-like woman.
He must have endured it without even being able to scream while his body and mind were violated by that dirty woman, all to save So-hee-unni who was trapped in the base, or for the peace of the academy!
"I... I haven't even done it yet...!!!"
My lips trembled, and a suppressed moan burst out.
I haven't even properly touched Haneul's warm skin yet.
I haven't even been granted permission to have Haneul's alluring body for myself yet!
To think that such a despicable villain woman dared to stroke my man's hair while leisurely puffing on smoke?
That she was cruelly trampling on and mocking my 'sanctuary'?
I cannot forgive her.
Absolutely, even if the universe were to perish, I cannot forgive her.
The mana flowing through my veins began to burn black with rage and jealousy.
That woman who made Haneul look like that, that space, even that air, should not exist in this world.
I felt like this burning heart would only calm down if I tore that thief-cat-like dragon-woman, who stole Haneul's 'first' that I hadn't even had, into shreds.
"Haa... haa... haeuuu..."
This thick scent that thrills even my brain through the tip of my nose.
The boy's scent, filling the room, was mixed with Belzenia's mana and floating in the air, strangely altered.
My transcendental senses had already reached a state of divine madness beyond reason.
Haneul-gun's appearance, breathing heavily while drenched in sweat, looked like the most tempting offering placed upon a sacrificial altar.
Outwardly, I was spouting benevolent and holy anger, saying, "What kind of blasphemy is this! That a child of a wicked dragon dares to violate a child of God!"
But my hands were already moving more instinctively than anyone else's.
I took out a specially crafted mana extraction bottle and a silver beaker from my bosom.
And while Sia, who had rushed in, was distracted by Belzenia, I swept up the particles of Haneul-gun's scent scattered in the air into the bottle faster than anyone.
'Found it... this scent, this concentration, this humidity...'
Every time the air mixed with sweat was sucked into the bottle, my heart beat like crazy.
Some might see me as an addict high on drugs, but it didn't matter.
To me, this is holy blood, and this is salvation.
As I sealed every single drop of Haneul-gun's sweat and every fragment of his hot breath into the bottle, I held my breath, making a haak-haak♡ sound.
This will be a precious 'side dish' that I will take out alone on nights when no one is around, back at the sanctuary, to awaken all my senses.
"Belzenia... your sins are heavy. To dare to waste Haneul-gun's essence so recklessly..."
I tasted (inhaled) the air in the beaker ever so slightly and fell into ecstasy.
Everything about that boy you violated, I will now collect and purify (keep) without missing a single thing.
'Sseup... haa♡ First, I'll just inhale a little more(?)♡'
The moment I saw the faces of Sia and the Saintess who had rushed in with the roar of the wall breaking, cold sweat ran down my spine.
They were clearly people who came to save me, so why did they look scarier than the Grim Reaper in my eyes?
Let's look at my situation objectively.
My shirt rolling on the floor, me lying face down in the blanket panting with a flushed face, and Belzenia stroking my hair while puffing out cigarette smoke.
'Ah, this is 100%. No, it's 200%.'
It was a crime scene investigation composition 'after the act' with no room for excuses.
And why did that Noona Belzenia have to say things like "stimulates sadistic impulses" at this exact timing, making the misunderstanding snowball?!
"N-no! Sia, you've got it all wrong! It's not like that, I tell you?! I just got a massage!"
I tried to lift my body desperately.
But the dragon's acupressure was truly terrifying.
Because of the remnants of mana that had passed through my knotted muscles, there was no strength in my legs, and I flopped back onto the bed in a pathetic manner.
Seeing that state, Sia's eyes were instantly filled with golden lightning.
In her eyes, my current appearance must have looked like a noble sacrifice, pretending to be okay desperately so that she, who came to save me, wouldn't get hurt after being violated to the point where I had no strength left to resist.
"Haneul-ah... in that state... you're still lying to protect me..."
Sia's voice dropped low, and the surrounding atmosphere began to scream.
[The 2nd Awakening]
The 2nd Awakening stage, which the Sia of the original work only reached after experiencing grand events like family revenge or a world crisis, was exploding right before my eyes over nothing more than a 'massage misunderstanding'.
"I'll... kill that woman... and take you out of this hell. I'm sorry, Haneul-ah. That I came too late..."
"No, it's really not like that! Please listen to me, you women! I'm still pure(?)! Please!"
I pounded my chest in frustration, but my voice was buried by the thunderous sound erupting from behind the already-awakened Sia.
I let out a dry laugh because it was so absurd.
The power that the protagonist of the original work only gains after tens of thousands of sword strikes and life-or-death crises, Sia gained with great cost-efficiency through nothing but jealousy and delusion.
If you look only at the results, I've gained a powerful ally to take down the villain boss, so is it actually a good thing?
But if the price is my social annihilation and such shameful misunderstandings, I would like to decline.
Where on earth is my life heading? Even I am at a point where I'm confused.
My mind snapped back to reality at the massive wave of mana that rushed in with the sound of an explosion.
Belzenia's mental erosion washed away as if it were a lie, and my reason returned.
But the moment I opened my eyes, the scene that entered my vision was a groundbreaking 'masterpiece' that was hard to handle while in my right mind.
My one and only precious Haneul, lying face down on the bed, breathing heavily.
Leader Belzenia, looking down at him with an air of leisure as if she possessed him.
And even Sia, who had lost her mind and was swinging her sword, and the Saintess, who was sniffing at a strange bottle.
Before I could even grasp the situation, a new instinct that had been sleeping inside me raised its head violently.
'This composition... what is this? Don't tell me Haneul has been... taken?'
Clearly, Haneul should be mine, but the fact that he had been 'conquered' by another woman first made my heart pound strangely.
This situation where my precious existence is subdued by another strong woman who isn't me, and lets out shameful moans.
Isn't this the very legendary direction I used to see in NTR movies or comics!
What came before sadness or anger was the authorial (perverted) sense of duty that this phenomenal sight must be permanently preserved.
I stealthily took out my smartphone from my bosom.
Quieter than anyone, faster than anyone, I launched the camera app.
Click—! Click—!
Buried by the thunderous sound of the awakened Sia and the hymn of the Saintess, the shutter sound rang out quietly.
Haneul's aggrieved yet flushed expression seen through the lens was truly art.
"Haneul-ah... I'm sorry. Noona will save you soon..."
Even while saying that with my mouth, my finger didn't stop the burst-fire button.
It wouldn't be too late to save him after I finished taking all the photos.
'Today, it's this, this... huff huff♡'
Looking at the 'misunderstanding-filled' images of Haneul filling my photo album, I couldn't hide the sinister smile spreading across my lips.