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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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The inhuman exploitation that followed reached a point so terrible that it could not be put into words.
With the firm will and obsession to make him a foolish cripple who knew nothing but sex, Pilmark pushed her fierce love and lust onto Delrin.
“Ugh-heuuk! Stooop…”
As for what method she used, while hugging Delrin from behind, she spread his legs wide at the edge of the bed, right in front of Neiva,
“Aah-heuuk! I’m sorryyy!”
and thrust her own sturdy, copper-skinned thighs between his legs, making him unable to move.
“Stooop! Ee-heuuk!”
Then, she soaked Delrin’s sensitive dick with her special [Nerve Toxin] and touched it!
That’s perfect, supreme caress, which provided a terrifying pleasure, was all too suitable for tormenting his sensitives dick.
An ambiguous and lewd expression, making it impossible to distinguish whether he was crying or feeling pleasure, continuously appeared on Delrin’s face.
“Ah-heuk! Ah-heuk! Eh-heuuk!”
The last option left to him was to return to the [last save point] where Pilmark had been captured. However, due to Pilmark’s fingers rummaging inside his mouth, as well as the situation where she kept turning his head for a deep kiss, he simply could not pronounce [Load] properly.
“It’s straaange! This… Hiiik… I don’t like iit…!”
Had the language center of his brain, responsible for generating speech and forming sentences, malfunctioned from the electrifying pleasure that stimulated all his nerves?
He cried and whimpered like a child, begging to be saved, to stop, saying he didn’t want to feel good anymore.
“Stooop! Hiiik…! I don’t want to feel good anymore… Hiiiik!”
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Watching that man from the front, Neiva glared with hatred at Pilmark, who dared to commit such an atrocious, cruel, dirty, and despicable act one that was hard to even speak of to her lover.
Her trembling body, flushed red face, and the stream of tears flowing with anger revealed her feelings completely.
However, what Neiva felt was not only hatred for Pilmark.
A complex, subtle emotion towards Delrin, who was crying out in pleasure like an animal… or a child… right before her eyes.
A sense of powerlessness and self-loathing for failing to protect him.
Delrin, crying out more pleasurably than when he was with her. A sense of betrayal and emptiness towards him.
And yet, Delrin was still so lovely.
And for that reason, Delrin was even more hateful.
The hatred for Delrin grew as much as the hatred for Pilmark.
She wondered why he hadn’t honest to accepted her, yet she also wondered if she had been too lukewarm in her approach.
Even the sight of him whimpering in that dog like Pilmark’s grasp was the sight of her beloved lover that only she should have been able to enjoy.
In the end, the self loathing of having failed to protect him again, and the emptiness of living a life where everyone eventually left her, even now that she was a knight captain…
And at the end of all those emotions, a memory of a young girl from the past rushed in.
That pure and bright child, who always followed her saying she liked her big sister, used to sing about wanting to become a great person like her strong, cool sister.
That child.
No, that girl, was born with a very weak body, so Neiva always used to carry her on her back.
Neiva always smiled by the girl’s side. The fact that someone needed her was an unparalleled joy and a rewarding thing for Neiva.
Perhaps that personality was influenced by her parents who had left her side in her childhood.
From a very young age, she stood alone, and by her side, only her small, young sister, who didn’t even reach her chest, remained.
Leaving the two girls, who were the apples of their eyes, their parents had left on a very long journey. According to rumors, they had met monsters and a storm on their voyage across a distant sea.
Everyone considered their deaths an honor. The greatest death a noble could meet was to die gloriously on a mission for the country and its people.
However, the two remaining girls could not understand their parents’ glorious death.
But they couldn’t hate them either. They loved their endlessly affectionate parents so much.
What was fortunate was that the remaining girls could grow up under the state’s support and protection.
The mansion was too large and quiet for the two of them to live in, but when they hugged each other on the large bed, it felt as if the whole house was full.
Like that, the two endured by relying on each other.
It could be said that Neiva protected the girl, but on the other hand, it was thanks to the girl that Neiva was able to maintain herself.
However, one day, the small girl left her sister’s side.
It was unknown why. Whether she left on her own, or if she met with some misfortune…
She didn’t know.
She didn’t know for sure, but, from that day on, in the empty mansion, only a female knight with no more tears to shed remained.
Thus, life is actually a series of misfortunes.
The day her younger sister left the mansion was, unfortunately, the day the two girls had a severe fight.
The reason she didn’t go out to bring her back, even though she had a chance, was because she was clinging to the resentful feelings from the fight.
And ironically, the last words Neiva uttered were, ‘I can’t even stand the sight of you.’
Time flowed, and reliable subordinates, good colleagues, a great master, a true sovereign…
Many people entered her life, but in the end, a hollow hole was always left in a corner of Neiva’s heart.
Perhaps Neiva was always engrossed in her missions to fill that void.
To escape from the guilt and longing that weighed down her heart.
“Ah, ah-heu… heu… heu-ik! Hi-euk!”
There was one man who made such a Neiva open her heart for the first time.
Now, right before her eyes, he was being subjected to a drug-induced handjob, soaked in pleasure to the point of tears.
She had thought she would never have a connection with men, but he was a strange man who had strangely captured her heart…
Was it because he looked as fragile as her small, precious younger sister?
The image of that child, who had spent a long time in bed due to her poor health, was reflected in Delrin.
“Say it! Whose dick is this?”
“Ri, Rico-niiim’s… it’s yourrss… Hiiik! Please stooop!”
Tragically, Delrin’s already foolish head was being stained with terrible pleasure and trained.
“Save! Quickly!”
“Ugeu-euk!”
And Neiva’s empty heart was only growing wider…
“I’m gonna diiie..! If this keeps goin’…”
“Let’s see who wins, eh? Maybe I’ll break ye ‘til all ye ken is the sex an’ nothin’ else! But I still love ye, I do… Even if yer mind goes soft an’ yer body forgets everythin’ but me! I love ye, Delrin! I hardly love ya!”
“A-heuuk! Hii-euk!”
Neiva’s vision blurs.
It seems death is imminent.
At the same time, Delrin’s vision, soaked in pleasure, also blurs.
Due to his neurons melting from the electrifying pleasure, he cannot even maintain consciousness properly and just lets out cries.
However, the sight of Delrin’s restlessness in Neiva’s eyes was still…
No. Rather…
it resonated more deeply in Neiva’s heart than before and settled in her empty heart.
In the situation where he was showing all his most wretched and pathetic sides, truly ironically, Neiva feels love for him.
She, who could not distinguish whether it was love or if she was trying to fill the empty space in her heart due to his resemblance to her younger sister,
at this moment when he broke through the bottom of human dignity and let out groans, Neiva finally faces her own heart completely.
The man before her eyes was more fragile, more incompetent, more pitiful, more pathetic than her younger sister, and yet, a foolish being who stubbornly did not give up on life.
This was the second chance and the second mission that Phenola, the God of Light and Mercy, had bestowed upon her, and the last mercy she had to seize by dedicating her life.
“Del…”
However, her voice no longer reaches Delrin.
It was partly because her voice, on the verge of death, was too small…
“Jjyuap♥ Jjyuuubeup♥”
And partly because Delrin, receiving the [Pilmark’s Special Aphrodisiac] from mouth to mouth, was reaching a climax so strong that even his pupils were completely dilated.
Ah…
Humans always realize what is precious only when they sense the end.
Looking at her departed sister and the departing Delrin, Neiva gradually loses consciousness.
That strong and steadfast, the best knight of the Albator Kingdom, Neiva, meets her end like that.
Having possessed soaring honor and the best martial prowess, but in the end, letting go of those who were truly precious…
Desperately wishing for just one more chance to come to her…
“Ee-heuk…”
“Save.”
“Eh… gek…”
“I told ye to Save!”
“Eh…”
“Save… huh..?”
“…”
“Delrin?”
“Wa, wait! Delrin!”
“This.. shit!”
[You have died. You will be automatically restored to the last saved point.]
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