Chapter 95 Rape
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
It was a little past the usual dinner hour.
I woke up inside the small, isolated hermitage on the hill. The tiny, six-tatami mat (woven straw flooring) room was lit softly by an andon (paper lamp), which cast a gentle, hazy glow. What a luxury—the lamp didn’t smell of the cheap, pungent fish oil common in this region. Lamp oil for nobles is usually made from rapeseed or soybeans, a genuine luxury item here where sardine oil is the norm. I figured they must have brought in this precious oil from the surface just for me.
My vision was blurry as I came to. Rubbing my eyelids, I looked around. In the corner of the room sat a woman with long hair tied back. She was seated so neatly, almost like a little doll, and looked quite endearing.
”Young Master, thank goodness. You’re awake,” she said.
”Sorry, I’m back. Did I keep you waiting?”
Flatty-chan had been watching over me, sitting in a proper formal posture.
Her face brought a strange sense of relief. It was especially comforting after seeing the type of people I’d dealt with earlier. Though she and I have our differences in common sense, she still possessed a basic human decency that felt like it washed away the bloody stench of the recent confrontation.
”I was so concerned! Even though I knew you were going to be alright, it was frightening to see you unable to move.”
Flatty-chan clearly felt a huge wave of relief. To others, my use of Psionic Power just makes me look like I suddenly fainted, a mere case of narcolepsy.
”Did you carry me all the way back here by yourself, Flatty-chan?”
”Yes, I did. A few of those officials suspected I was tending to a sudden illness and tried to crowd us, but I didn’t let them touch you. I even chased off those annoying ‘butterflies’,” she said, referring to the surveillance team.
It seemed she’d had quite a struggle protecting me, who had suddenly collapsed, on the way back to this borrowed dwelling.
”A-and, therefore, my touching your body, Young Master, was completely unavoidable. I know you have every right to be angry, but I hope you can understand and forgive me.”
”I wasn’t thinking about that at all. You can touch my body whenever you like, you know.”
”…Eh?”
If anything, I’d have preferred a proper hug. She probably moved me here with an over-cautious ‘princess carry,’ which is why my joints felt a little stiff.
As a precaution against eavesdropping—though a small comfort—I pulled the linen kake-futon (quilt) over both of our heads and told her my strategy. We were well past the point of worrying about men and women sharing a small space.
Inside the cramped, narrow area, Flatty-chan was stiff with tension.
”So, all we have to do is reach that hut, and they said they can have everything ready by midnight. …Hey, are you actually listening?”
”The Young Master has no ulterior motives. He doesn’t harbor any impure feelings. It’s just me being self-conscious. …Phew. Ugh, the fragrance… a male’s breath is so close.”
”I-I really don’t think this is the time for that. I need you to take this a little more seriously.”
My voice, being a higher-pitched boy’s voice, combined with the sweet, volatile scent emanating from the opposite sex, must have been a lot for her. It’s the kind of situation that makes you want to take a deep breath when you’re next to a stunningly beautiful girl. Flatty-chan was getting the reverse effect.
Seeing the situation from the opposite perspective, it just looked like she was messing around.
”Flatty-chan, this really isn’t the time.”
”I can’t. I feel like my head is going to explode.” She sounded truly miserable. “It’s because I’m wrapped up in the futon you were just resting in, and you are right here, talking to me with such intensity. You look so serious and distinguished, too. I… I just can’t…”
I guess it was a stressful situation, but I had no idea what was setting her off so much. Besides, what she said next was completely wild.
”Besides, you’re a man, Young Master, so it doesn’t matter to you! You have no idea how attractive you are, which is why you can get this close to a woman so defenselessly.”
”Hmph,” I let out a puff of air.
”A-ah… No. Stop it. Please don’t breathe on me!”
”Then you need to be a little more serious. Honestly, you should be used to this by now.”
She was like a cat hit with catnip thanks to my simple breath. When I asked her, she pressed a hand to her own small chest and tried her best not to inhale the scent of the opposite sex.
The strategy was simple: leave the hermitage tonight and move toward the hut without being spotted by the surveillance teams. Once there, we’ll use the hut’s power to meet up with the rescue team’s second squad, led by Trash-san. After the rendezvous, we return to the surface. That’s the simple version.
We had deliberately fed Himawari (one of the antagonists) and her group several misunderstandings. First, the assumption that I am trapped inside the speaker’s mystical object (magical item). The lock of hair they possess is a fake, manufactured by Trash-san.
Second, the misconception that with the rescue team’s first assault already underway on the second level, and Trash-san being absent, we would be unable to coordinate with anyone. Finally, the certainty that as long as they controlled the dungeon door, we couldn’t escape this level.
Regarding the last point, Himawari’s group has people stationed right in front of the dungeon door. Since someone is always on guard, it’s virtually impossible to approach the door unnoticed across the open, visible hillside.
Unfortunately, this peaceful level has only one visible entrance/exit door. To be precise, there might be others, but we haven’t found them.
This level is likely a dead end within the dungeon. It’s unknown how deep the main passage to the uncanny valley goes, but dungeons contain side levels that branch off the main route and don’t lead anywhere further—they are like a single, severed thread in a spiderweb, a dead-end in a maze. They could be treasure rooms, trap rooms, or just empty spaces.
The problem is that if someone secures that door first, it makes clandestine entry or exit impossible for anyone else. Once they take up a position in front of the door, we’d be spotted no matter what we tried, preventing us from slipping out.
Our current strategy exploits a gap in their awareness. It’s an unusual move, but we will use the hut’s Psionic Power to teleport between two points inside the dungeon.
And so, wrapped in the futon, we agonized over the escape route.
There was no end to the details we had to iron out. We’d need to meet Trash-san again to fine-tune the timing.
After a while, our strategy meeting finally ended.
”Now, all we have to do is wait until midnight to quietly slip out.” I smiled at Despair-chan.
She was strangely silent and her body temperature felt high. I was aware that the sexual impulse in this world is several times more intense than usual. It might sound foolish, but it’s not the kind of thing that can be controlled by simply deciding on the time or place. As a man, I could certainly understand the feelings.
”We’ll finally be going home. When we get back to town (machi), I’m going to treat you to some delicious tea, Flatty-chan. And I’ll give you plenty of rest too. You need to fully recover from all this stress.” A vacation was absolutely essential for her.
However, there was no reply. Mystified, I leaned in to check her face.
”What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
She was looking down. It was dark, and I couldn’t clearly see her expression.
”Was it too hard for you, talking to a man in such a tight space?”
It was then I noticed the complete change in Flatty-chan’s demeanor. It wasn’t the slightly unserious attitude she’d had before. She was genuinely panting.
”I’m sorry. I can’t take it anymore.”
”Wha… huh? What, what is it?”
”You need to run away.”
Inside the futon, I was pushed down.”
”Uh, excuse me…?”
My back hit the laid futon (bedding) with a soft pat. My legs were bent sharply beneath me, almost like I was sitting in a formal ‘girls’ pose.’
For a moment, we were both silent, utterly stunned, and I had no idea what to say.
”W-what’s wrong?”
Her body was pressed down on me in the dark space enclosed by the quilt. Flatty-chan’s bangs tickled my nose, and I caught the floral scent of this dungeon level.
It was then I recalled why a female wouldn’t ordinarily ‘violate’ a male. It wasn’t about ethics; it was simply that the male would instinctively resist.
”Look… I’m sorry. I went too far earlier. This is a joke, right?”
”Young Master, I am already…”
”Your breathing is so rough it’s scaring me! You’re not serious, are you? I’m apologizing, so please stop this!”
Her skin was hot against mine. Her slight curves—her small chest—was crushed against me. Our hearts were pounding so loudly we could hear each other’s frantic beat inside our chests.
I found myself rambling an apology, like a mischievous girl who had teased an adult too much. Flatty-chan often did strange things when she got too nervous, but I never expected anything like this.
Startled, I genuinely tried to pull away. But Flatty-chan just kept her lips pressed against my neck and didn’t move.
”I am terribly sorry for this timing,” she murmured.
”No, I wouldn’t be unwilling personally… but is this seriously the right time?! This is the most critical moment of our rescue strategy!”
”My precious one. Please, forgive me.”
”It’s not about forgiving or not forgiving! We don’t have time for this!”
I wasn’t unwilling. I truly wasn’t, but the timing couldn’t have been worse.
Did it really have to be right before our escape from enemy territory? If we were late and the rescue failed because of this, it would be beyond idiotic. It would be like the heroes on a sinking cruise ship deciding to ‘do the deed’ and then all drowning together.
”No, you can’t. I’m sorry for always teasing you. I won’t do it again. But this timing is awful.”
”…You must run.”
”Then let go of me! I can’t move at all!”
She didn’t take her body off mine. I wasn’t strong enough to throw her off.
Her hot breath was now on my ear. I’d had fantasies about being pinned down by an older sister who got too excited by her little brother’s innocent affection, or even getting mischievous revenge.
But I never dreamed it would become a reality.
I couldn’t escape her grip at all.
”A-ah, but… if you’re absolutely serious about this… I can be pretty quick sometimes. I might not last five minutes. I’ve been scolded before for pulling out right after going in.”
I was extremely confused.
I was experiencing what I usually did from the female’s perspective. This was an unbelievable situation. However, if I were to ‘have relations’ with Flatty-chan now, I would gain the ability to use my Psionic Power on her, which could prove essential for our escape.
”Alright. This stays a secret. A little bit is okay. But please don’t be rough. Flatty-chan, you’re incredibly strong. If I get hurt, I won’t be able to run away.”
I didn’t even know what I was saying.
Yet, I had always wanted to do naughty things with Flatty-chan, too. The shock, the shyness, and the strangely pleasurable feeling her body’s texture gave off were warping my thoughts. Her quick, wet breath was still hitting my ear.
She was a girl. And a very cute one, at that.
But somehow, this felt subtly different from someone who was merely unable to suppress her sexual desire and had pushed me down.
”Flatty-chan? Aren’t you… going to do anything?”
”Haa… Phew…. Young Master…”
”What’s wrong?”
I thought she was going to force herself on me, but it didn’t feel like a predatory attack driven by excitement.
”Ah! My head!”
”Um… are you okay?”
The side of her face, just inches away, was twisted in agony. Suspicious, I reached out and touched her cheek. Flatty-chan’s body was unnaturally hot. It was a fever far beyond the heat of simple arousal, like a patient consumed by a plague.
My earlier, carefree mood vanished instantly.
”You have a terrifying fever. How long have you been like this?”
There was no reply.
Instead, her shallow breathing echoed muffled within the futon. She was almost completely unconscious, and large, torrent-like drops of sweat were starting to break out on her skin.
”Nngi-gik!”
I managed to struggle and crawl out from under her, rolling her hot body onto her back. For a moment, her awareness seemed to clear.
”You were hiding the fact that your condition was getting worse?”
”It is nothing. The time is not yet right, but we must leave here early. If I cannot move, you must escape alone…”
”That’s impossible in this state!”
I hadn’t been pushed down.
Flatty-chan had collapsed because she was too ill to support her own body. The heat radiating from her was strange, like the inflammatory fever of someone with a severe internal injury.
She tried to prop up her upper body to stand, but her arms trembled, and she fell back onto the floor, hitting her head hard on the tatami mats.
”Ugguh…!“
She writhed, clutching her head as if she’d smashed her teeth against something hard. The pain was so intense that she threw up the contents of her stomach. The vomit, which smelled sour from the food she’d eaten earlier, spread across the area.
”Why…?”
Psionic Power users are not supposed to get sick. Their immunity and physical strength are vastly superior to the average person, preventing infection from common bacteria or viruses that affect ordinary human beings. This was definitely not a normal situation.
Flatty-chan tried to push me away, but if this was contagious, it was too late anyway; we had been in close contact for too long. But if it was poison or a dungeon trap, I had no idea what the cause was.
She gathered all her remaining strength and gave me instructions in a raspy voice.
”I apologize. In my bosom… my hand… there is something inside.”
”O-okay. Inside your clothes, right here? Sorry.”
I slipped my hand inside the neck of Flatty-chan’s kimono, where she lay supine.
I felt something hard near her armpit. Pulling it out, I found a rectangular metal box, about the size of a pencil case. It had opposing triangular buttons on its surface.
She must have brought this item in without me noticing.
”Is this… a machine remote?”
”It is the key. The town clothes are on the shelf. Find a gap in surveillance and take it to the hut. You just have to place it against the surface and press the triangular button.”
After saying that much, she passed out.
Her breathing sound was harsh, and sweat beaded like jewels. A frown was etched between the eyebrows. This was an alarmingly rapid deterioration. It looked less like an illness and more like the suffering of someone under attack by an invisible grim reaper.
”Wait here. I’m going to call for help. A doctor has to see you!”
Flatty-chan was raking at the tatami mats, even unconscious, as the pain tormented her.
Contacting anyone out there was risky, but I had no choice. I couldn’t abandon her like this.
I quickly slipped my feet into my straw sandals and burst out of the hermitage. The stars and moon hung low in the pitch-black night sky.
There was no one inside the hermitage. The attendant ‘older sister’ had vanished after we arrived, and the surveillance women and maids weren’t overly intrusive.
I quickly spotted the female night patrol guards—my de facto surveillance team, though nominally bodyguards—standing nearby, staring blankly into the distance.
”Help! Flatty-chan has collapsed!” I ran toward them immediately.
”Is something the matter?”
”My Imperial Guard is unwell. I think she’s sick, so I need you to call a doctor who might know what’s going on.”
A chill went down my spine.
A fly landed on the face of one of the women. Yet, neither she nor her companions seemed to find this suspicious or even notice it. The moment I reacted to it, she snapped back to a natural response, swatting the fly away with an annoyed look.
Until I spoke to them, they had been standing stock still, utterly vacant, like dolls without a soul. When addressed, life seemed to flow back into them, as if they had been fully present the whole time.
Were these people truly alive?
”Are you referring to a medical practitioner?” one of the women asked as the representative.
I quickly explained the situation, hoping that at least one of them was a normal, decent person.
”Yes. She collapsed suddenly. She’s in terrible pain and is vomiting. Her body is also incredibly hot—it’s not a normal fever.”
”I see. That is troubling…”
The woman thought for a moment. She seemed to have an idea, acting like a normal person trying to meet my expectation.
”Is there some kind of special illness in this level that even a human being who has taken the Oath of Fealty Ritual can catch?”
”There is no such sickness here, Young Master. Please be at ease. However, when a female first arrives in this ravine, she experiences a temporary malaise. Everyone recovers completely after just one night. That is the rule here.”
The woman smiled amicably, her reply delivered in a cheerful tone.
”I am certain this is the same thing. It is not a serious illness.”
Even after hearing my distress, they remained completely unperturbed. This felt ominous.
”Please return to the hermitage. Being out at night will chill your body.”
”I haven’t heard any of this… I wasn’t given this explanation.”
When I didn’t back down, the females started consulting with each other, looking perplexed. They searched their memories for any relevant information, and feeling bad for me, began to mention acquaintances with some medical knowledge, listing their names.
That’s right—names. I felt that familiar sense of unease again. Every time I heard the names of the inhabitants of this level, I struggled to pronounce them correctly. Did such names even exist in the Japanese language?
”Older sister, what is your name?”
The woman I was speaking to froze. After a few seconds, she gave a name that was common in this region. If I hadn’t been paying attention, I wouldn’t have noticed the strangeness. But to me, it felt like she either didn’t know her own name or had forgotten it from disuse, having to retrieve it slowly.
”Alright. I’ll go back inside and be quiet.”
Clutching a feeling of dread, I decided to turn back.
”Yes. We are honored to have the opportunity to serve you again tomorrow. Please summon us whenever you have need.”
Their answer somehow seemed disconnected from the question. I didn’t know what to do.
There were no allies here. If I pressed the issue and Flatty-chan were taken away under the guise of medical treatment, there was no guarantee she’d return. I couldn’t entrust her to these strange and unsettling inhabitants.
Inside the futon, Flatty-chan was suffering. Her symptoms were only getting worse. If I ran away alone now, she might not live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.
”…Ugh. Gu-guh…”
”I’m sorry. But this is necessary.”
I had to make a decision. If no one else would examine her, then I had to.
I decided to undress Flatty-chan. The priority had to be checking her body for any external abnormalities.
”First, I need to look for any injuries… No, there are no visible wounds. I just have to find anything unusual. The only real difference between Flatty-chan and me is that she ate the dungeon-native food. But she said it wasn’t poison…”
Without stopping, I first pushed aside the collar of her kimono on her upper body.
A yellowish, soiled, old undergarment appeared. I undid the string ties in the front, completely opening the hadajuban (under-kimono). I pulled the two layers of cloth, the kimono and the hadajuban, off her shoulders, exposing her neck and chest.
Next, I untied the obi (sash) at her waist. This was the biggest job. Her weight was light for an adulthood female, so I managed to pull the obi out from behind her back with my own strength. Feeling guilt, I released the hem of her kimono. Fortunately, she wasn’t wearing any kind of underwear like a sarashi (breast wrap).
”Hurry. We have to rush.”
I pulled the andon closer.
At least there were no visible external injuries. However, sweat glistened on Flatty-chan’s pale, naked body under the room’s lamplight.
It was pure white. Beautiful, and strangely seductive. Since the alien ship was an indoor dungeon, even the Exploration Squad wouldn’t get a tan. I pushed away the fleeting impure thought.
”It’s okay, you’re going to be alright. Just hang on.”
”Ah, guh…”
I put my hand on the forehead of the still-groaning Flatty-chan. Touching her didn’t wake her up, and she didn’t even seem to notice me. If this continued, I wouldn’t be able to go to the rescue team, and I didn’t know how long she would last. Her suffering was worse now than it had been before.
I checked her body for anomalies, from her throat to her toes. I wasn’t a doctor and couldn’t diagnose the cause just by looking at the symptoms. I was simply searching for anything a layperson might find strange.
It was then I smelled a faint, raw odor of blood mixed in with the sour smell of her vomit.
”It’s not an external injury. And she hasn’t coughed up blood, so why is there blood…?”
The smell was coming from her hair as well. I untied the cord holding it, and Flatty-chan’s sweat-damp black hair spread out on the tatami. As I searched the roots of her hair with my fingers, a shell-like fragment came out. It was yellowish, round, and broken, with a small hole. It was a tiny piece, less than five millimeters, easily missed. When I touched it, it was dry and crumbled easily, feeling like degraded plastic.
”What is this? I’ve seen it somewhere before. What was it? A very old memory… probably from when I was a true elementary student.”
I remembered something. It was long ago, and I’d forgotten what it was, but I recalled seeing this exact thing on a leaf of a green summer orange tree on my way to commuting to school.
Flatty-chan had swatted and crushed a reddish-black butterfly that had landed on her head. The same raw, bloody smell had been present then.
”It’s a bloodstain. How long has this been here?”
I noticed a patch of blood on the futon.
It was near where her head rested, yet there was no wound anywhere. I searched her face and hair repeatedly, but there wasn’t even a scratch.
Despite that, the bleeding around her head was increasing. Specks of blood, like a ghost’s mark, dripped and began to spatter onto Flatty-chan’s cheek.
Oddly, the bloodstains vanished like an illusion after a few seconds.
She began to convulse and suffer even more intensely. She thrashed her head, trying to ward off something unseen. I was reminded of a horror movie about a girl possessed by a demon.
critch-scritch-scritch.
There was a sound. The sound of something scraping.
But even that faded quickly.
”Help me. It hurts, it hurts!”
”W-what is it? I don’t understand any of this!”
She was crying out in agony and thrashing. She seemed to be suffering as if her clothes were on fire and she couldn’t tear them off. Her behavior was animalistic.
I was terrified. I couldn’t breathe.
”Ah, ah! A-guh…”
”Is it a dungeon trap, or the effect of a mystical object? I can’t see it! I don’t know! But I have to do something!”
No matter the trap, my Psionic Power should be able to see through it.
I wished Trash-san were here, but she wouldn’t arrive in time. There was no one in this room who was a valid target for my Psionic Power. That meant I had to create a target right now.
I reached out my hand to the skin of the suffering Flatty-chan.
”I’m sorry. This is necessary. It feels like violation, but endure it and think of it as medical treatment!”
The only way was to make her directly usable as a subject for my Psionic Power.
Flatty-chan might die. If she did, I would be stranded here alone. But more than that, I absolutely did not want this person, who always cared for me, to die.
Her clothes were already off. There was nothing covering her small chest or her lightly-haired lower half. I could proceed with the act without any hindrance.
”This might hurt. You need to bear with it.”
”Ah, Bō-cha…!”
I couldn’t afford to hesitate. I quickly stripped off my own clothes.
I pressed my hips against Flatty-chan’s nether region without even looking closely. The soft cleavage of her flesh easily accepted me.
”D-damn it. I can’t get an erection! Why?!”
But it was just the touching of sensitive parts, nothing more.
Flatty-chan was suffering, her body still sending off blood flecks. She thrashed and writhed on the futon as if undergoing an exorcism.
…I was scared. The wildly thrashing black hair and the ghostly blood splatter that instantly disappeared—this situation made it impossible for me to feel that way.
My entire body felt clammy, like I was lying on heated flooring. I placed my hand on Flatty-chan’s meager curves. Her small, unreliable chest was heaving violently.
”I have to hurry! But, damn it. How can I get hard like this?”
This was the first time in my life I’d had to force myself to have sex.
”I’m always thinking about things like this, but when it matters most, I’m useless! Damn it, why!”
I desperately rubbed our lower bodies together. The feeling of Flatty-chan’s downy pubic hair was slightly ticklish.
I tried desperately to touch her body and inhale her scent. I rubbed my nose against her and even licked her skin. No reaction at all. This was hopeless. I was about to cry.
Her flat chest. Her small, almost elementary student-like breasts. I tried pressing my lips against her sweat-damp nipples. Searching for a new fetish, I even licked her clean armpit.
My tongue only tasted salt.
”Stop it! Don’t touch me!”
At that moment, my vision went white.
A firework exploded in my sight.
”Guh!? Ghe-hoh. Ow…! What happened? It hurts…”
I wiped my mouth, and there was blood on my hand.
My lips were wet. A red streak of blood was dripping down my chin.
I’d been hit. My back teeth were loose, and when I poked them with my finger, it came back covered in red. It hurt like hell. Tears and snot burned my nose.
”It’s okay. I’m going to save you now.”
My arms were scraped and hurt from the tatami mats. Why was a child’s skin so fragile?
Flatty-chan’s action was just a reflexive resistance; she still seemed unconscious. As I crawled back onto the futon, bloodstains appeared on the plain white cloth. This time, it was my blood.
”I’m sorry for doing this. Please forgive me, it’s to save you.”
”…A-a dream?”
”It will be over quickly, so just hold still.”
”No… I, ah…”
She was muttering deliriously but wasn’t fully awake. When I touched her, she instinctively recoiled. I was kicked again, and this time, a back tooth came out completely. Blood was flooding from my mouth.
”It’s okay. It doesn’t hurt. Flatty-chan is hurting much more.”
I crawled across the tatami like a zombie.
Flatty-chan was having a nightmare.
”No… My first time should be with someone I love. Ah, guh… My head… Help me…”
Her faint voice faded weakly.
Filled with immense guilt, I placed my body between her thighs. If I went inside her thigh, I wouldn’t get kicked. I tried to perform what felt like an act of lovemaking repeatedly, and she twisted her body, trying to escape it.
”Please help me. Help me! No. Help me, Young Master!”
Flatty-chan was crying. Her half-open eyes weren’t focused on me. There was almost no space between her thighs. I struggled to open her legs, but I was no match for the physical strength of a Psionic Power user.
I adjusted my position, placed both hands on her thighs, and forced them open. I held one of her knees with one hand while supporting myself on the tatami with the other, leaning over her. Since our height difference wasn’t too great, Flatty-chan’s chin was just above my eye level.
”Please. Be quiet!”
”…Nnh-uh.”
”That’s right, calm down. Take your time.”
”Haa… Guh, ahh…”
I leaned in, whispering into her ear, which was red all the way to the lobe. She was delirious, but in her dream-like state, she was listening to my words. Her eyes were hazy and couldn’t focus on me properly. I could hear her teeth grinding as she endured the pain while panting, her face flushed.
I held Flatty-chan close and spoke soft words to calm her fear. “It won’t hurt. It will feel warm. That’s how bodies share strength. Flatty-chan. I’ll finish this quickly. Just wait. It will be fast.”
Flatty-chan made weak sounds of pain. “Ugh. Gueh. Ahh… Geh-hoh!”
”What is that?”
Flatty-chan had thrown up again.
”Hiss, ugh… This makes no sense anymore.”
From her mouth, turned to the side, came blood mixed with small dead worms. There were also pieces of old plastic bags and bits that looked like butterfly wings.
”Kuh. Gah. …Ahh.”
”Flatty-chan. Flatty-chan.”
Even in the bad moment, her body reacted to my close touch. We both took a deep breath.
I waited for her pain to ease a little. My lower body felt wet and soft as it pushed through something warm.
”I-ah! Bō-cha…”
I felt the gentle touch of wet tissue. Guilt filled me for forcing into her private place. At the same time, a strong feeling of life rose from below, mixed with pain and fear.
”Hold on, I’ll finish quickly. Don’t make a sound! If you cry loud, people outside will hear.”
”It feels warm, ahh… ahh.”
Slowly, I worked past the tight spot. It took about ten seconds to move the first small bit.
I pushed my hips forward.
”Nooo! Stop it!”
I felt I had passed a point of no return. A sharp pull as something broke.
Flatty-chan kept crying.
”My first time… I wanted to save it… Help me… cha…”
It was okay now. I had joined fully. I managed to connect with Flatty-chan without looking.
”No! I don’t want this! Get away from me!”
”Ah, this feels too strange. Even though she suffers so much, Flatty-chan’s inside…”
It was a very odd feeling. Worry, care, and regret mixed together. At the same time, I felt the need to push deeper and share my power fast.
”Sto-op it!”
”Buh… Gueh!?”
Flatty-chan’s fist hit my side. I had let my guard down. She meant a light hit, but she had Psionic Power (mind force). I heard a clear snap inside my body. It felt heavy and dull. I probably had a broken rib.
”Hurk… ho-oh, geh…”
Pain cooled the heat in my head fast. Yellow stomach liquid came from my mouth, and my thick vomit landed on Flatty-chan’s chest.
Even so, I kept moving my hips back and forth. I saw the sign of her first time was fully gone, and her lower area had red marks. Maybe she bled a lot.
Soon, I was wet with sweat, blood, and vomit.
”It feels warm. I’m in pain. I’m dying! Help me, Young Master!”
”Gafu. Oeh… Hurk, Hurk…”
”I don’t want this. I wanted it for the one I love!”
Flatty-chan finally moved wild and screamed. I coughed and moved hard inside her.
Hurry, share the power quick. I can’t breathe.
My hips moved in and out, over and over.
”…No. …Ah, …ah.”
Flatty-chan’s soft sounds and cries changed places. The room light moved. Our shadows danced on the wall.
Like a trapped animal, Flatty-chan reached a peak through her pain. She moved between sleep and warmth. Even as she reacted, I stayed on her moving body, holding her chest curves to feel a bit more.
Soon, her deepest spot started to shake. It was a strong reaction, like an animal joining before the end.
”Ngh, guh…! Gah, guh…”
”Flatty-chan, it’s almost over.”
”Blood… Am I going to die?”
We spoke low in our foggy minds.
Our heads and bodies felt apart. I had to share my gift inside Flatty-chan’s warmth right away to use my Psionic Power. If not, she might die.
But even while doing an act that took her strength, part of my mind wanted to keep going. Heat filled my brain. I wanted to keep pressing against her warmth and continue until I fell from tiredness.
The mixed thoughts went away. A soft feeling. Flatty-chan asked for help in her bad dream. But her secret spot was warm and full of fluid. Her body, even near the end, enjoyed the joining.
Soft sounds came from below. I pushed away strange thoughts and pressed my lower body as deep as possible.
”Ah, Young Master. …Tsu… Something’s coming. My head… It feels like it will break!”
”Open your legs more. You’re holding too tight.”
”It feels warm… No, I hate it, stop it.”
A big wave of need grew in my lower body. The built-up feeling could not stop.
Strength left my body all at once.
Soft rush…. Strong flow…. Soft rush….
I felt the gift pour inside her. Flatty-chan opened her eyes a little and looked at me.
”Haha. Flatty-chan, I’m sharing now. Can you feel it? It’s over now.”
”Ah, uhh. It’s coming out. Me… why? Young Master…?”
A memory came to me. She had told a friend once, while I watched with my mind body nearby.
’I have a dream for my first time getting love. I want an old proper house in the capital, with sweet smoke burning, and gently lead the male on a special bed from Shina land.’
’You are silly. She might say no. Even that is hard.’
’Why, you are boring. That’s my dream!’
It was all ruined. I had broken it. I was the worst. How much would this hurt her later?
Thump…. Flow…….
My lower body pulsed many times, pouring the gift inside her. I pressed the front right against her deepest wall to use my Psionic Power fast. I gave the last bit of thick gift inside her.
”……Help… me.”
Flatty-chan’s eyes lost light.
Her pure stomach, new to joining, took the forced gift, and her hurt secret spot shook. She looked at the ceiling with short breaths.
Her eyes did not see me. Half gone, or worse, her body moved away from feeling pain.
Her lower belly had marks of fluid and blood. Her smooth small hair there was sticky with white gift that leaked from my rough joining.
”Hah, hah…. This has to work. Quickly…”
I could not breathe well. I felt near death. I coughed many times, and pain from my broken tooth came back. My mouth hurt from heat.
Looking at her upper body, I saw that even small and slim, she had girl curves and charm. Below that young body, her full lower half joined mine. Her stomach, not knowing her head’s pain, enjoyed the warmth on its own. Even now, the flesh inside changed shape, held me, tried to take more.
This rough, needy act fit Flatty-chan’s body in a strange way, and it made me feel odd.
”This is bad. I’m losing my mind.”
The real task was now. If I fell too, I would only hurt and weaken my dying Imperial Guard (royal protector), giving her a sad end. It would not even be a story to laugh at.
After a short moment, it finally came.
”Good. ……Good! Good!”
Flatty-chan’s name appeared on the internal list of my Psionic Power targets.
The moment I used the Psionic Power, my main body lost consciousness and collapsed, falling on top of her.
The two of us looked like a complete mess, as if all the colors of paint had been spilled onto the floor. White skin, red blood, and brown vomit. Our intertwined naked bodies looked like a decadent older brother and sister, drunk and indulging in immorality.
And then, I noticed a large hole drilled into the side of her head, right beneath me.
I could hear a sound of something chewing. At the spot where her scalp was gouged out, the skull was being scraped away like with a file, revealing the translucent brain membrane. The area was covered in blood.
”Found it! This is the real cause of Flatty-chan’s illness!”
It was tiny. A monster I had never seen before, no bigger than my little finger. Its shape looked exactly like a blue Maggot. It resembled a real butterfly larva, and a fragment of that yellowish shell was stuck to its rear.
It had a bright red head. Two blue antennae. A green, blue Maggot was sitting there.
critch-scritch-scritch-gari.
The sound was clear.
The monster was desperately trying to bore through Flatty-chan’s skull. Blue blood vessels ran across the surface of the cloudy membrane, and the gray brain was visible underneath. In a moment, her insides would be scattered all over the tatami from the side of her head.
And then, I realized that the entire room was made of an illusion.
Notes:
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
• Himawari – A one-eyed black oni girl/aberration-type psionic; town leader/face; asks for promotion help; apologizes for killings; sets 2‑day deadline.
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