There is nothing the super vibrating Zantou cannot cut. If only I could cut away past grudges, but all I’ve managed to cut is Miss Melissa’s clothes.
I’m lying a little. I intentionally cut the very surface of her skin, just enough to draw a little blood. She probably won’t feel any pain. I was extremely careful, more so than in any previous sword technique.
“Kya!”
It’s good that she was surprised. I intended to startle her. If she had immediately shouted “You!” or something similar, her treatment would have been delayed. I think we can still turn this around.
I can recall two methods for treating someone who has gone this far. One is shock therapy, where if one is consumed by death, they may be re-submerged in it.
Ideally, we’d jump into the heart of the Demon Army, and Miss Melissa would be forced to confront the real possibility of her own death. If she desires to live more than she desires to die, it would be a success. However, to push someone to the brink of death while protecting another, even with Godspeed, is incredibly difficult. I rejected this method because I might die.
The other method involves weekly visits to a counselor for therapy and medication, adhering to dosages, maintaining a healthy diet, and engaging in moderate exercise, all while singing “Ode to Joy” to live a fulfilling life.
There are no counselors in this world, and not even a Mage like Sophia can cure psychological ailments. Therefore, I must teach her the joy of living. If there is a way to know the joy of living after experiencing the suffering of near-death, it is…
I embraced Miss Melissa and stole her lips. Our tongues wrestled in our mouths, and we kissed passionately until our saliva wet the floor.
My right hand traced the cut I made, reminding her of the slight pain, while my left fingers explored her most intimate parts. It’s no wonder she became wet so quickly; it must be my technique.
“Wh-what are you doing!”
Miss Melissa, her legs weakened, staggered as she pushed me away. If I were to truly exert myself, she wouldn’t be able to break free, but it’s good to give her time to speak.
“Lady Melissa… Lady Melissa, you seem a bit exhausted. Perhaps you should rest for a while.”
“What are you saying! In the midst of battle…”
Yes, conversation over. My Tentacle Prost entered Miss Melissa’s mouth, preventing her from speaking. She made a muffled “Guh, guh” sound, but it must be less painful than what’s to come.
…
“Guh, guh, guh…”
…
“Ngu, ngu, ngu…”
…
This is bad. Did I get carried away thinking about things? I really don’t want to do this. I dislike the rough, forced feeling. Sex should be about love. What I’m about to do is beyond my comprehension.
“Next is this one…”
My Tentacle Prost wrapped around her arms as if tying them, forcing her to her knees and taking away her freedom. Instead of fingers, I inserted my Petty knife. The Petty knife, lodged deep in her throat, was large enough to stop her breathing. I held her head with my right hand for about thirty seconds, enjoying the warmth inside.
She’s going to die! I pushed harder for another thirty seconds as Miss Melissa struggled, her breathing stopped and her body writhing, trying to break free. … I told you, you’re going to die!
“Gah… Ooh…”
Vomit splashed onto the floor. I narrowly avoided it, but the sour scent wafting around was most unpleasant.
“Y-you… To do this to the Marquis of Ashtal… Ahh, ghh…”
Alright, rinse. I forcefully poured water from a pitcher into her mouth to make her “rinse.” I don’t want to get it in my mouth. I’m surprisingly clean, you know.
“Now, what next…”
Short Sword, Ring kali. Just as she finished expelling the water, I thrust it into Miss Melissa’s mouth and held her head again. This time, the slender Short Sword pierced deep into her throat, its Ring kali scraping against the flesh.
“Oga… Oga… Oga…”
Grinding while holding her down. Forced acts are fun, aren’t they? So fun it hurts my heart. This isn’t my usual hobby, though. Ah, I’m starting to cry. My eyes are starting to roll back.
She accepted my release with only weak movements. I thought she had died. But it’s just the beginning, so hang in there a little longer.
—From the second to fourth fingers on the left, cross all three and insert them into her privates!
—Captain! Wait! Even if you intend to, three fingers at once is too much! I think starting with one or two fingers is better!
—Four! Are you questioning the Captain?
—I have a proposition!
—What is it! Speak, First Finger!
—Even if all five fingers eventually enter and perform a corkscrew in her privates, starting with a triple corkscrew will lead to human rights violations later. It’s not too late to see how she reacts with two first.
—Tsk! Understood. Penetrate with the second and third fingers! Once inside, use a corkscrew to tear at the flesh!
Whether such a discussion took place between my fingers and me is unclear, but the index and middle fingers of my Tentacle Prost intertwined multiple times and delved into Miss Melissa’s intimate parts.
“Aga… Aga… Aga…”
The Tentacle Prost can freely adjust the movement and length of its fingers. It burrowed into Miss Melissa, and besides forward and backward motion, it also rotated. She’s probably never experienced a rotational movement before, only forward and backward. This is my first time doing it too.
The more I moved forward and backward, the wetter her intimate parts became, as if she had lost control. In her mouth, with the Short Sword still lodged there, she was also likely experiencing this for the first time with the forward and backward motion.
I felt sorry for her and withdrew the Short Sword. Miss Melissa clung to my lower body, seemingly welcoming the Tentacle Prost. So, I gave the order for all units to engage.
As Miss Melissa tried to stand, possibly to escape, I dodged her headbutt and embraced her with my right arm, holding her so tightly she couldn’t move.
The tighter I held her, the more her body trembled and pulsed. Was it hyperventilation? Her mouth moved in a ‘pak-pak’ motion, but she couldn’t utter a word. Had she died? She seemed to have died, so I laid her on the Bed.
Lord. I offer this poor lamb to your embrace. May she rest in peace. I quickly stripped and equipped my Buster Sword.
Looking at it again, it’s huge. If someone else had it, I’d just think “Wow, that’s amazing,” but having it attached to me is more of a hindrance. This is big enough to punch someone.
Since I had it, I tried to “punch.” I actually meant to tap her lightly to wake her up, but it was so unwieldy that I ended up hitting her in the stomach with a dull thud.
“Gururu…”
Did I hit her solar plexus? If you haven’t trained your abs, you can’t breathe. But today, I have to be more violent. It’s for her treatment…
“Are you awake? It’s too soon to die…”
The line I delivered with a deliberately husky voice was enough to intimidate anyone. More than that, Miss Melissa seemed unsure of what was towering before her.
“N-no… No…”
Miss Melissa had received the baptism of my Buster Sword once before. How does my old partner look to you after so long? You didn’t have the Ring kali back then, did you? And now, the Ring kali is moving, multiple times, towards the tip. It’s rotating like a drill…
“Do you know what’s going to happen now…”
Miss Melissa shook her head no. In such cases, she should clutch her hands with teary eyes, bring them to her mouth, and then shake her head. But now, her eyes were filled with terror at the immense size that was about to pierce her and its bizarre form.
“You might die…”
With that, I mercilessly brought the Buster Sword, equipped with Ring kali, towards her, but it didn’t penetrate. Perhaps the weapon designed for rampaging was too large for a human!
The Ring kali’s vibrations toyed with her clitoris, but the Buster Sword couldn’t advance. After about thirty seconds of hesitation, I downgraded to the Petty knife and ruthlessly thrust it in.
“Hyaaah…”
The Petty knife, potent enough for a human, pierced Miss Melissa’s intimate parts and began to rotate like a drill.
“Ah… Aaaah! Gagaga…!”
If this were road construction, these would be the sounds. Holding the drill firmly, striking the asphalt. I’ve always wanted to say, “We are aliens,” but it’s the one being struck who is making the noise.
Shin-chan wants to hear cuter sounds. Like “Ahan,” “Ufuun,” or “Iyan.”
“No… No… Haahee…”
Is “No” a synonym for “Iyan”? As expected of a Marquis, she’s responding to requests. I need to put in some effort too. Powering up with forward and backward motion along with the drill!
“Igu… I’m going… Igu, igu, igu…”
Such a duet accompanying the forward and backward motion is truly befitting a Marquis. Let’s keep this going. Increasing the drill’s rotation and speeding up the forward and backward motion, she screamed “Iguuuu!” and climaxed. Shin-chan was not satisfied with how quickly it happened.
“Well, there’s still more…”
Her body trembling, Miss Melissa was indulging in pleasure, so I began the ultra-high-speed rotation of the Ring kali drill.
“W-wait… I just came… Ha Hin!”
My concern was for what was happening inside Miss Melissa, which was replaced by a heavy Spear, thrusting with added rotation.
“Him… Him… Him…”
Him? Hif? Hum? … Am I going to die!? Words are difficult. A Marquis should speak in a way that the other person can understand. Such a naughty girl deserves punishment.
“Melissa, you won’t die from this much… It’s from here on that you will die.”
Godspeed! Ring kali drill!
Within a second, Melissa foamed at the mouth and ascended to heaven. Was I the one who was foolish… It ended before anything could truly happen. What should I do with this aroused partner!
… Let’s wake her up for now.
I lightly patted her cheek to bring her back to her senses, but her eyes were unfocused. Swaying here, swaying there, my partner was also swaying… One more for the awakening!
“Igi! Ah, ah… Mi, Mikael… I… I can’t…”
Just a simple Godspeed!
“Aaah… Aaaahhh… Ah! N… N’aaah… Ahh! N!”
Whoa, she endured five seconds of Godspeed. Then, Melissa’s body subsided, displaying its beautiful curves. Supporting her upper body with only her neck, she’s quite strong.
Then I gently stroked her cheek again. … She wouldn’t wake up. I tapped her again. … Still not awake. This time, I thrust upwards. A combination of Godspeed and the Ring kali drill.
“Ii… Iii! Guu… Uuu! Uuu… Iii… Iiiiguuuu…!”
I don’t really understand what she’s saying. If she’s awake, she should at least say “Good morning,” but she’s fallen asleep again, like Sleeping Beauty. The prince on the white horse is here to wake her.
I can’t let the Ring kali just be with the Petty knife. Prince Shin gently, slowly wakes her. A tender kiss for the awakening Princess Melissa.
“Ah, Mikael… Ah, it feels good… Kyah!”
I switched the Petty knife for a Short Sword and knocked on the door of the plaza beyond the cave.
“Mi, Mikael… To my uterus… Reach my uterus… Ah…”
After this, I left it inserted until the morning of the next day, teaching Miss Melissa about “sex” and “death”… about “life” and “death” with her body.
Her receptive private parts… The quick-to-learn Miss Melissa will surely live a meaningful life from now on.
I’m a little… tired…
“Mikael-sama… More…”
