Chapter 52 Eunuch Lobotomy ⁕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
Kaede-san’s head rested in my hands, her face pale and still, like a doll left out in the rain. Ideas were running dry. Decades of torment had worn her down, and no matter how hard I thought, no solution came to mind.
I groaned softly. “Just the head, huh…”
I decided to take a closer look at her face. Kaede-san’s features were sharp yet soft, like an older sister who could pass for twenty. As I stared, my thoughts wandered. If she was doomed to die, would it be wrong to ask for one fleeting moment with her? Guilt tightened my chest, but I couldn’t shake the thought. Her looks could make you forget age or titles.
If I let her face a grim fate without acting, I’d regret it. Maybe I’d keep my distance after one time or stay just enough to keep her safe. That was the plan.
”Oh?” Kaede-san’s voice broke my thoughts, soft but curious.
”Uh… anyway,” I stammered, feeling heat rise. “Like I promised, we’ll do some… lewd acts. I’m not against it. I’ll figure out a use for you, even if it’s just your head. Let’s start with a touch.”
”I’m in quite a bind, aren’t I?” she said, calm but uneasy.
I thought more observation might help. My fingers brushed her head, turning it gently. Her face was warm, alive, her breath steady. Her breathing tickled my skin when I held my hand near her mouth. Her cheeks were soft, her ears firm, her lips tender. Her hair gleamed like silk, sliding smoothly under my touch.
It was strange, almost unreal. She was like a beautiful mannequin, the kind that makes you want to reach out, even if you shouldn’t. My fingers itched to explore, driven by reckless curiosity.
”How does this work?” I muttered.
Her severed neck was a puzzle. Her body rose and fell with each breath, but the air came from her mouth. Was it warping? How did food or drink reach her body? Questions piled up, but answers were elusive. I’d start with touch.
”Can I feel the edge?” I asked, glancing at Kaede-san.
”Isn’t it unsettling?” she replied, steady but cautious.
”Not at all. I’m curious how it works.”
”Go ahead,” she said.
I gripped her head firmly, brushing the severed edge. “Wow,” I breathed. “A human neck is like this? It’s busier than I thought. Like a packed sushi roll.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment. I rolled her head gently onto the floor, tilting it so the neck faced the ceiling. It was like peering under a rock at something forbidden. A large hollow sat near the center, above a quivering, jelly-like mass wrapped in bone. Tiny red muscle fragments clustered around it. A damp breeze brushed my skin when I hovered my hand over the hollow.
Her throat—that’s where the air passed through.
It was fascinating. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” I said.
”Yes,” she replied.
I moved carefully to avoid causing pain. The edge was soft and moist. The red muscle felt like firm gummy candy, the white nerves like delicate jelly. Thin cartilage and fine yellow tubes wove through it, with a thick blood vessel pulsing steadily. The vessel swelled and shrank, hinting at blood flow. I avoided poking it deeply.
The warmth was strangest. It was like plunging my hand into an unknown creature’s guts—disturbing yet thrilling. I started cautiously but soon explored boldly. Kaede-san seemed puzzled, her eyes shut, silent.
”What’s wrong?” I paused.
She didn’t answer, staying quiet. Her body lay nearby, hands clasped tightly over her chest, trembling slightly.
”Sorry if I’m not ideal for this,” I said, scratching my neck.
”…It’s fine,” she murmured.
She fell silent. If she was okay with me touching, I wouldn’t argue. Childish excitement bubbled up, like playing with a shiny beetle. It’s weird, but kids’ moods shift like mountain weather.
”Can you talk more?” I said, peering at her neck. “Please?”
No response at first. Then, “I hear you,” she said. “To think someone could touch a woman so casually… It’s been decades. Not since I was a child.”
As she spoke, the tube in her throat quivered, like a small animal fighting to live. It was cute, yet creepy.
I scooped her hair back and blew gently on her ear. The nerves and muscles twitched sharply, like a sliced octopus leg. She gasped, “Ah!” followed by a strained grunt.
”Can I mess with this inside the bone?” I asked, hesitating.
No answer. “Is that okay?” I pressed.
”Go ahead,” she said, steady but tight.
Carefully, I slid my finger into the white mass. It went deeper than expected. Too deep.
Kaede-san choked, almost whimpering. “Oh, sorry!” I pulled back. “You okay? I didn’t mean to—”
”No need to worry,” she said, but tears spilled silently down her expressionless face. Though I’d touched her head’s nerves, her body thrashed, jerking like a fish on a dock. I’d messed up.
Her movements loosened her clothes. The thin fabric slipped, revealing pale skin. The headless body seemed alluring, like a forbidden, mechanical creature—stripped of humanity yet strangely charming. Her legs, once folded, collapsed, and her hips pressed against the fabric.
”Is something wrong?” Kaede-san asked, calm but unaware of her body’s disarray.
”N-no, nothing,” I said, lifting her head to face me.
Her blank expression contrasted with her twitching body, still spasming faintly. The sight felt taboo. Desire surged, hot and unstoppable.
”Just… one taste,” I muttered thickly. “Just once. A little.”
My fingers traced her lips, drawing her head closer. She started to speak—probably to stop me—but I ignored her, pressing my lips to hers. They were soft, warm, with a faint sweet scent. I kissed her again, like a hungry child. She didn’t resist.
Her body thrashed wildly, limbs flailing. But her lips yielded, and I lost myself, tilting her head, tasting her deeper. My tongue brushed her teeth, her warmth pulling me in.
I pulled back, breath short. Her face stayed blank, unmoved, even after my fierce kiss.
”Such a filthy thing, to do this with an old woman like me,” she said flatly, like reading a script.
”That’s not true,” I said, wiping my mouth. “But you’re not shaken at all. I mean, it’s fine.”
”I underwent a procedure through the eye socket,” Kaede-san said steadily. “It severs the ability to feel lust.”
Her words hit hard. I blinked, stunned. “Wait, what does that mean?”
”Lord Ichimatsu is delicate,” she explained. “His Imperial Guards must be free of desire. It’s required.”
My stomach twisted. “That sounds bad. I’m full of sad stories already.”
She told me more, each word weighing on my chest. Kaede-san had a mystical procedure, carving out sexual desire from her brain. It was permanent, done with a strange object. Certain nobles demanded it for women serving them, especially older women like her. Men who didn’t want lustful eyes favored it—a clean, pure service.
I remembered a similar surgery from my past life, over a century old, that won a Nobel Prize. Imperial Guard women, especially the Exploration Squad, couldn’t refuse it. That’s why they seemed detached, like dull fools drifting through the world.
My knees felt weak. “I didn’t need to know this,” I muttered, voice cracking. “It’s too much. Why does this world drag cruel medical tricks across time?”
Tears stung my eyes as I pressed my face against hers, smearing my grief. Kaede-san, dulled by the procedure, couldn’t feel my touch. Her senses were numbed, emotions locked away. The thought of this culture—a Meiji-era relic—made my blood boil. Lives and rights tossed aside.
”Damn it,” I spat. “Why can’t this world let me feel good about sex for once?”
”That’s a foreign word,” Kaede-san said distantly. “My fate is of no concern. Leave it be.”
”Thinking about it won’t change anything,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “No wonder people call you strange.”
But injustice burned in my chest, and another feeling stirred—shameful, reckless. I wondered what it’d be like to strip her bare, try positions only possible with her head detached. Disgusting thoughts, but they clawed at me.
I shook my head, trying to focus. I wanted to be with her body, even if she couldn’t feel it. I told her I didn’t mind women or age, and if no one found out, we could pretend it never happened. She hesitated but agreed, relieved to keep her promise to her lord.
”If I explain using my body, it’s simple,” she said practically. “Follow the steps.”
”Right,” I nodded. “I’m counting on you.”
”An old guide for a woman to please a man,” she began, like reciting a lesson. “The basics haven’t changed.”
Kaede-san assumed I was clueless, so I’d play along, letting her teach me as if I were losing my virginity. She said there was a method for women, like men had. Every town held classes. At my insistence, we’d follow her way.
”Let’s take a look,” she said.
We lay side by side. I propped myself on my elbows, Kaede-san’s head upright, her severed neck flat. It was like watching a show. Her headless body sat with legs spread, facing us.
”Pardon me,” her body said, voice coming from the head beside me. Slowly, her hands lifted her robe’s hem.
”Whoa,” I gasped, eyes wide. “This is intense.”
”I apologize for the view,” she said. “But you wanted the same education…”
”Keep going,” I said, voice catching. “Lift it to your navel.”
”…Very well,” she replied.
Her body spread the robe wider, like parting curtains. We stared. The muscle around her navel was taut, leading to a soft triangle of skin. A delicate slit sat at its tip, framed by sparse, straight hair with white flecks. The mound was gentle, slightly darker, soft enough to yield. Between the folds, mature flesh gleamed, faintly purple but oddly clean, like a young girl’s.
The creases at her thigh base formed a tempting hollow. Her thighs were slender but strong, like steel wrapped in glass. Her hips peeked out, full and inviting.
Everything was exposed. Her lower body was laid bare.
”I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this clearly,” I said, throat dry.
”Want to touch?” she asked.
”You’re okay with that?” I said, startled.
”You need to know where to enter,” she said, meeting my eyes.
Seeing I wouldn’t refuse, her body untied the sash, letting the fabric fall. Her legs spread wider, making a wet sound, revealing glistening folds.
Her hands tugged the inner lips, revealing pink depths. I winced. “Don’t stretch it like that,” I said. “It looks painful.”
”I don’t feel such things,” she said emptily. “I don’t understand shame.”
”Okay,” I said, heart aching. “Let me hold it. You can let go.”
I held the soft flesh, gently spreading it. It hurt to see. Her beautiful face and sharp body were captivating, but she felt nothing, no emotion.
I held her open, but her hands moved roughly, prodding the tissue. “Here,” she said clinically. “It’s low.”
She shoved a finger in, forcing it wide, though she wasn’t wet. I cringed. “Stop!” I said. “That’s too much. Let me do it.”
”Here,” she said, grabbing my hand. “Use yours.”
”No, wait—” I yelped as she guided my finger in. Something scraped. “I think I hurt you!”
”It’ll heal,” she said, unconcerned.
I felt like crying. Her flesh reddened, swelling as blood rushed in. She took my wrist, moving my hand back and forth, guiding it inside her.
Her hands guided mine, only careful not to hurt me. Her touch was mechanical, like handling a tool, not flesh.
A wet, squelching sound filled the air. *Squish. Squish.* My finger slid in and out of her, her body responding with a slickness that felt almost clinical.
”When you move in and out like this,” Kaede-san said, her voice flat, “it starts to get wet. If it’s not enough, a man might forgive you and use a paste instead.”
”Stop,” I pleaded, wincing. “Please, just stop. You’re talking like you’re explaining laundry. That part of a woman is important, you know? Don’t treat it like washing dishes.”
She tilted her head slightly. “Have I done something wrong?” she murmured, genuinely puzzled.
I froze, my hand still. Her reddened, swollen flesh looked raw, like a garden trampled and left in ruin. My finger, still inside, felt trapped in a desolate wasteland. Pity welled up in my chest. Carefully, I moved my finger again, slower this time, trying to be gentle. Her body finally seemed to settle, the tight muscles softening, clinging to me with a damp warmth.
”It’s about time, isn’t it?” she said, her voice as calm as ever.
”It looks painful,” I said, frowning. “It’s all slick inside, but… that’s not blood, right?”
Her headless body stood abruptly, shedding the robe without hesitation. Following her lead, I stripped down, my bare skin prickling against the cool air. I lay back on the clothes she spread across the floor, my heart thudding. In this world, the woman on top was the standard—the proper way. I felt a flush of shame. My erection strained, eager, while Kaede-san remained utterly composed. Her inability to feel desire wasn’t just talk—it was real.
From below, I could see her body clearly, glistening drops falling from her thighs. Her head, resting beside my face, began its final explanation.
”Until the man is ready,” she said, “we wait like this. With permission, we proceed to the main act, straddling and pressing down to take him inside. Some men feel shy or scared and don’t want to see a woman’s face. In those cases, we use the back position, kneeling with our hips turned to receive them.”
So, riding was standard, but some men preferred the back position if they couldn’t handle facing a woman. Apparently, with sexual techniques so limited here, those were the only two options.
”Main act or back position?” she asked.
”Main act, please,” I said, wanting to experience it the way ordinary women here performed their duty.
Her body moved, straddling me, knees planted firmly on either side. There was no mood, no buildup—just the raw act about to unfold. I wished for a moment of foreplay, a whisper of sweet words, but maybe that was asking too much in a world like this.
”Nice view,” I muttered, half to myself.
Her headless body loomed above, marked with faint scars. Her arms hung limp, her breasts swaying freely, unselfconscious. It was a paradox—mature yet firm, soft yet unyielding. The scent of a grown woman enveloped me, heavy and warm, but her movements carried the clean precision of youth. It was like a machine built for desire, artificial yet perfect, a transistor glamour made flesh.
”This should be… commercialized,” I stammered, then caught myself. “No, wait, what am I even saying?”
My erection stood rigid, the tip brushing her entrance as she aligned herself with eerie precision. Warm liquid dripped from her, coating me, sending a shiver up my spine.
”Ugh,” I groaned, swallowing hard. It felt like I’d be swallowed whole by her soft, waiting flesh.
”Have you done this before, Kaede-san?” I asked, my voice tight.
”No,” she said. “Even among the Imperial Guard, those not from noble families meant to bear children avoid acts the master despises.”
”But there wasn’t any blood earlier,” I said, frowning. “When I used my finger, I mean.”
”You’re observant,” she said, her eyes distant. “In my youth, men disliked blood, so girls were trained to gradually widen the passage from a young age.”
I remembered—no hymen when I touched her. Her first time, after all these years, and it was with me. A strange pride swelled in my chest, childish but real. Being her first felt like a quiet victory.
My arousal was becoming unbearable, throbbing with urgency. Her fluids dripped steadily, a warm rain, and I felt like I might burst any second.
”Before we go further,” I said, my voice shaky, “can you straddle my face?”
”Are you not ready yet?” she asked.
”Uh, yeah,” I said, grasping for an excuse. “I’m a bit nervous. My education officer taught me the basics, but I’m anxious about whether it’ll really fit in such a small space.”
”Very well,” she said, accepting my flimsy reasoning. “We’ll take it slowly.”
I had something specific in mind. “I want to see it up close,” I said.
”Understood,” she replied.
Her body shifted, kneeling over my face, her thighs framing my view. *Drip. Drip. Drip.* Drops of her fluid fell, trailing from my stomach to my cheeks. Noticing, she reached down, catching the slick liquid in her hands to spare me the mess. Maybe she thought it was dirty.
”Isn’t that enough?” she asked, her head still beside me, her voice tinged with confusion.
I glanced at her. She stared at her own body, her brows furrowing as she studied the glistening folds. With a skeptical look, she moved her hands, letting the collected fluid splash onto the floor with a wet *slap*. Then, she plunged her fingers back into herself, forcing the entrance wide again, as if to prove it was ready.
”See?” she said. “It stretches more than you’d think.”
”Stop!” I said, cringing. “Don’t use your hands. Your arms are too strong—you’ll tear something.”
”Is that so?” she said, pausing.
”Wait, let me hold your head,” I said, lifting her face gently in both hands, positioning it beside mine.
I leaned in, my tongue brushing her slick folds. A single lick sent a musky, salty scent flooding my nose—raw but not unpleasant. “Look closely,” I said. “I’m loosening it with my tongue.”
”It’s unclean,” she said, her voice soft but firm.
”It’s the trend now,” I insisted, grinning.
”My goodness,” she said, her cool, beautiful face twisting in surprise.
Her head was heavier than I expected, and as I struggled to hold it, she propped it up with one hand, lowering her hips closer to my face. Then, astonishingly, she began to lick herself, her tongue moving over her own folds.
Her body trembled, disrupting her rhythm. “It’s… shaking,” she mumbled, her voice muffled. “It’s interfering.”
”This is decadent,” I said, half-laughing, half-awed.
Her tongue worked carelessly, lapping at the reddened flesh with wet *smacks*. Her body reacted, more fluid spilling out, some of it catching on her face. She looked faintly annoyed, brushing it away.
”Kaede-san, face me,” I said. “I want to kiss you.”
”It’s impure,” she protested.
”That’s how it is these days,” I said, undeterred.
”How strange,” she muttered, but complied.
I pressed my tongue into her mouth, tasting a mix of her saliva and her fluids—a sweet, bitter blend. Our tongues tangled, swapping the strange soup back and forth, the scents overwhelming my senses. Wet sounds echoed in my head, and I lost myself in the exchange.
Together, we licked at her folds, our tongues brushing the same slick surface. *Smack. Smack.* The sounds were dizzying, pulling me deeper into a haze.
”Ugh,” I gasped, my voice trembling.
”It’s… delicious,” I said, barely coherent.
”Oh,” she murmured, her voice catching. “This is… something.”
Her body quivered faintly, a ripple of sensation she couldn’t fully feel, as we lingered in the strange, shared act.
Our faces were slick, stained with saliva and her fluids, as we kissed, tasted her folds, and grazed each other’s lips. Skin, spit, and membranes tangled in a messy dance.
Kaede-san’s cheeks flushed faintly, despite her dulled senses. Her breath quickened, her expression glowing with a strange, quiet joy.
”Feeling excited?” I asked, my voice low.
”No,” she said, her tone soft but sure. “It’s the shared task with a man that brings me joy. How nostalgic it feels.”
Her face shifted, the warmth fading to a pang of sadness. “It reminds me of when Lord Ichimatsu was still a boy,” she said, her voice catching. “We’d lie side by side, solving riddles together. Oh…”
”I get it,” I said, my heart twisting. “Please, no more of that.”
Pity, frustration, and confusion churned inside me. She was suffering, and yet here she was, mid-act, talking about another man. It deflated me, but I shook it off. To lift my mood, I decided to have her please me with her mouth.
I guided her head to my lower abdomen, pressing her lips to my erection. No time for explanations about oral pleasure—I needed it now.
”This is intense,” I gasped. “It feels so good. Like… like I’m with a corpse.”
She made muffled sounds, her throat working around me. “Mmph… ghh…”
”It’s amazing,” I panted. “I can do whatever I want. Too good.”
I grabbed her hair, moving her severed head up and down. The wet, warm sensation of her mouth drove me wild, the slick sounds fueling my excitement.
”Faster,” I urged. “Faster.”
She complied, her tongue curling around me, sucking with wet *slurps*. It was too much. I was close.
I paused, lifting her head away. Her eyes met mine, mysterious and unreadable.
”If it’s too much, I’ll stop,” I said, catching my breath.
”No need,” she said softly. “Do as you please. You don’t need my permission for every step.”
I positioned her head upright, facing me, and carefully lowered it toward my tip. *Squelch.* It slid into her throat from the severed end.
”Going in backward,” I muttered, awestruck. “First time for this… what a feeling.”
It wasn’t her mouth or her body—it was her throat, tight and pulsing, like a toy made for pleasure. I let go, and her head sat impaled on me, a surreal sight. Her beautiful, older sister-like face stared blankly, while her headless body straddled me, pale thighs gleaming like a guillotine’s frame.
I groaned, my voice tight. “I’m… I’m gonna lose it. Such a waste—I want to finish inside you.”
Her throat tightened, swallowing instinctively, gripping me like a snake coiling its prey. *Throb. Throb.* I couldn’t hold back.
I released, the sensation sharp and overwhelming. Her throat clenched from every angle, milking me as I shuddered. *Spurt. Spurt.* Fluid shot into her, pooling at her throat’s base.
”Feels so good,” I gasped, “but… it’s a little painful.”
Her throat was drier than her mouth or body, its natural motion tugging at my skin. It hurt, but the pleasure was undeniable, though it limited how much I could release. I watched the liquid drip toward her windpipe.
”It’s leaking from your mouth,” I said, noticing the trickle.
She didn’t respond, her breathing steadying as I wiped tears from my eyes. Slowly, white fluid oozed from the corner of her expressionless lips, a grotesque snapshot—like a terrorist toying with a captured soldier’s body.
I had her lean forward, her body’s breasts soft under my hands, her hips and thighs smooth as I stroked them. I urged her to swallow me again and again, her scent and warmth enveloping me.
”Right,” I said, panting. “Of course you can’t breathe like this.”
Lost in the moment, I hadn’t noticed her face and body paling. I yanked her head free, my heart racing.
”Sorry,” I said, frantic. “I forgot.”
She gasped, her voice ragged. “Haa… ha…”
”You okay?” I asked, guilt gnawing at me. “I’m so sorry.”
”It’s… fine,” she said, her voice faint.
I wiped her mouth with her robe, kissing her gently. A faint, metallic scent lingered, and guilt twisted tighter. She didn’t resent me—instead, she apologized, ashamed for letting me finish too soon, as if it were her failure. She was starting to seem… endearing.
I wanted to keep her severed head, to hold it at night, to kiss it whenever the mood struck.
”If it’s too much…” she began.
”No way,” I said, shaking my head. “I can’t wait anymore. I want the real thing.”
”Very well,” she said. “Let’s proceed.”
”I want to try so much more,” I said, my voice thick with longing. “This Psionic Power is incredible. I wish I had someone like you.”
”Is that so?” she said, her tone neutral.
I had ideas—wild ones, like entering her body’s stomach directly or having her narrate while I coupled with her torso. But my limit was near. I needed to finish inside her properly before I ran out of steam.
She straddled me again, her slick fluids dripping onto my stained tip. Her body was ready, flushed and warm from our earlier acts.
”With the main act, then,” she said. “Here I go.”
Her hips lowered slowly, my tip sliding into her in what felt like slow motion. It sank deeper, her soft flesh wrapping around me, licking at me with every inch.
”So wet,” I gasped. “Feels amazing. This is… too much.”
”Just endure until you release,” she said calmly.
”I can’t breathe,” I said, overwhelmed. “It’s too good.”
I clutched her head desperately, pressing her face to my chest. She must have thought I was in pain—some men here found sex agonizing—because she licked my skin, trying to soothe me. Her sad, puppy-like expression broke my heart. I kissed her fiercely, pulling her closer.
To escape the overwhelming pleasure below, I focused on her tongue, our mouths locked in a frantic dance. We stared into each other’s eyes, our breaths ragged.
”Still… not moving,” I panted, “and it’s already… too much.”
”A little more,” she said softly. “It’s all the way in now. You’ve done well.”
My body jerked, hips arching off the floor, driving deeper into her. *Squelch! Splatter!* Wet sounds filled the air as I released again. *Spurt. Spurt.*
”What’s happening?” I gasped. “It won’t stop!”
Wave after wave, I poured into her, the sensation relentless. Fear crept in, but I couldn’t stop. I glanced at her face, searching for reassurance.
”Your body’s just surprised,” she said gently. “For men, mating with a woman can bring fear.”
”I think… I like this,” I admitted, my voice shaky. “It’s weird. I’m weird.”
”You’ve done splendidly,” she said, her voice warm.
Her body took every drop, her mature flesh holding me firmly, even as the overflow threatened to spill. More than the physical pleasure or pain, Kaede-san seemed to hate seeing me struggle. She stroked my head gently, comforting me as I trembled.
I urged her to keep petting me, her touch grounding me as I leaked the last of myself. We reconnected her head to her body, still joined, holding each other close.
”Such a mysterious man,” she murmured, her voice soft with wonder. “To think I’d regret having my desires sealed. This… this is a mercy I never imagined.”
Her words lingered, her breath warm against my skin, as we lay entwined, the weight of our strange union settling over us.
I let out a shaky groan, my body still trembling from the intensity. Kaede-san’s eyes, both aged and youthful, gazed down at me with a fleeting softness that tugged at my heart.
”Surely,” she said, her voice gentle, “Your person will bring fleeting joy to many women in this town.”
Her expression was tender, almost fragile, and it made my chest ache. “No wonder the Imperial Guards treasure you so much,” I murmured, half to myself.
Her body began to lift off me, the wet sound of our parting echoing awkwardly in the air. I grabbed her hips, desperate to keep her close.
”Wait,” I said, my voice urgent. “Let’s go again. A second round. Maybe if we keep going, you’ll feel something.”
”Oh?” she said, her head tilting slightly.
”I want to use every second we have,” I insisted.
”If it’s my body,” she said, her tone calm but warm, “practice as much as you like.”
I pulled her back down, my arousal surging again as I stirred inside her. *Squelch. Squelch.* The slick sounds filled the room as I moved, determined to chase every moment.
We coupled again, then a third time, our bodies locked in a rhythm that felt endless. Kaede-san never felt pleasure, not in the way I did, but she seemed to enjoy our chatter. Her voice brightened as she spoke, marveling at meeting a man like me, saying it would be a fond memory. She thanked me warmly, her words sincere. Meanwhile, my desire and emotions unraveled, tears mixing with sweat as I clung to her, thrusting until time ran out.
She was numb to sensation, her head detached, yet I was consumed with excitement. I hadn’t realized it before, but maybe I was more twisted than I thought.
As we lay there, her warmth still wrapped around me, I felt the weight of her severed head in my arms, her faint breath brushing my skin.
Notes:
• Kaede – A female psionic explorer known as Necksplitter, is a veteran assassin and messenger of Lord Ichimatsu. Her appearance is both young and old, with gray hair streaked through black and vibrant, unlined skin. She is graceful yet carries the fatigue of a long life in war, resembling an old hunting dog. Her psionic ability is mysterious and potentially dangerous.
• Ichimatsu – A high-ranking figure associated with the Imperial Guard, mentioned as having spineless guards around him, with no further details provided.
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
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