Chapter 182 Sugita Group ㉕
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
FOUR CONSECUTIVE FATALITIES!
The scene of Sugita’s violation showed no sign of ending. There were still plenty of people who harbored a burning hatred for him, along with a few others who had absolutely no connection to him at all. These strangers were landing blows while shouting things like, “It’s your fault I got fired!” or “My wife left me because of you!”
Honestly, it felt like they were just taking their own failures out on a convenient scapegoat. I was fairly certain getting fired was their own fault, but I wasn’t going to stop them.
Amidst the chaos, two maids approached Sugita. Neither wore the skimpy, erotic outfits like Honoka; they were dressed in orthodox, classic maid uniforms. One was tall and slender – curvy in the right places and lean where it counted. She was a sharp-eyed beauty: Lotte, our Head Maid.
The other pushed a cart. She had dark skin and the appearance of a young girl, but a single, small horn protruded from her forehead. This was my Kin, Nadja. The cart she pushed was loaded with several silver chalices – or rather, cups.
”Sugita, I truly am grateful to you,” Lotte said.
”Grateful…?” Sugita croaked.
”Yes. Thanks to you, I have finally been able to lead a normal life,” Lotte replied.
I recalled that Sugita was the one who had “stolen” the poison from Lotte’s body. I supposed it wasn’t strange for her to thank him, but her expression suggested the exact opposite. Of course, Sugita was too pathetic to notice the icy edge in her voice.
”T-then, hey… set me free, alright?” Sugita pleaded.
Lotte ignored him entirely and picked up one of the silver cups from the cart.
”As a token of my gratitude, please have this. Come now, don’t be shy. Drink up,” Lotte said.
”O-oh. Well, fine. My throat is actually parched…!” Sugita started to say, but he cut himself off.
His jaw snapped shut. I grew curious about the contents of the cup and take a peek. Inside was a thick, turgid sludge of such an iridescent, toxic color that anyone could tell it was lethal at a single glance.
”Lotte, is that…?” I asked.
”Yes, Master. This is the very poison that was violating my body,” Lotte answered.
I knew it. When the items Sugita stole were forcibly returned to their owners, Lotte’s poison came back, too. But instead of re-infecting her body, it had been deposited directly into her Item Box.
I wondered just how potent this stuff was. I used Appraisal¹. It was a hyper-concentrated neurotoxin, a cocktail of every lethal poison from across the globe. A single spoonful was a lethal dose. But it doesn’t kill instantly. Instead, it triggered a writhing, agonizing pain that forced the victim to struggle in torment for a prolonged period. It was a substance designed purely for maximum suffering.
Sugita must have had his own appraisal skill; even as Lotte tried to pry his jaws open, he kept his mouth clamped shut with desperate strength.
”I suppose it is only natural to refuse. Nadja,” Lotte said.
”Yes, Head Maid,” Nadja replied.
Nadja started wiggling her fingers with a mischievous glint in her eyes. I saw where this was going. Sure enough, she went straight for the armpits.
”Tickle, tickle, tickle!” Nadja chirped.
In a way, tickling is its own form of torture. No matter how much physical pain a person can endure, almost no one can withstand the involuntary reflex of a tickle. Naturally, a loser like Sugita didn’t stand a chance.
”Ngh… hhp… pffft… Stop! Ahahaha! No!” Sugita howled.
By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late. Lotte poured the sludge into his wide-open mouth. Sugita let out a choked, wet scream as the fluid burned down his throat. Apparently, the taste was just as foul as the effects. He tried to spit it out before swallowing.
”What a waste. But don’t worry, we have plenty more. We will just have to make sure you don’t spit it out this time. Nadja, fetch that,” Lotte commanded.
Nadja nodded and pulled a funnel out from her uniform. I wasn’t even sure where she had been hiding it. Since she was too short to reach him, she grabbed a stepladder, climbed up, and yanked Sugita’s head back until his neck cracked. She jammed the funnel into his throat and clamped his mouth shut around it.
”Now then, Sugita. Please, eat your fill,” Lotte said.
Lotte began pouring the poison in. Sugita let out a series of muffled, gargling shrieks. He tried to vomit, but Nadja held his jaw tight while pinching his nose shut for good measure.
”Come now, there is plenty for seconds,” Lotte said, continuing to pour.
By the time she finished every cup – pumping him with a dose that exceeded the lethal limit dozens of times over – Sugita’s face had turned a deep, bruised purple. His eyes were bloodshot and bulging, his frame racking with violent tremors. The pain must have been unimaginable.
After a few moments, he erupted like a crimson geyser. Blood sprayed out of him, showering his own body until he was dyed red. By the time the fountain of blood subsided, Sugita was dead. He lay there with his eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth.
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”Why are there so many of them…?” Sugita wheezed as he was resurrected again. “What did I ever do to you? Is the last curse… a curse of hatred or something?”
”Not even close,” I replied. “This is just the harvest of what you sowed.”
Did he seriously think he wasn’t hated? There were thousands of people with a bone to pick with him, not just in this world, but in the Isekai² we came from, too. I couldn’t exactly bring people over from the other side, but the sentiment remained.
”Then what the hell is that last curse…?” Sugita asked.
”You’re really worried about that? Don’t be. As long as things keep going like this, it will never even trigger. More importantly, the next group is waiting for you,” I said.
Standing before Sugita were three women: Alisha, Mime, and Mercedes. They were the three girls of the Renegade³ clan. All three had eyes that were dark, muddy pools of pure loathing. Mime stepped forward first. She was wielding a primitive stone axe – just a jagged rock lashed to a wooden handle.
”Hey, asshole. How are you going to make this right?” Mime asked.
”Make what right?” Sugita croaked.
”Because of you, we lost the trust of our leader. How are you going to settle the score for that?” Mime demanded.
”Hah! Like I give a-” Sugita started, but his words were cut off by a scream.
Mime brought the stone axe down, pulverizing his right hand. His body was already brittle from repeated deaths, but her strike – delivered with zero restraint – shattered the bones in his fist into dust.
”I asked you… how are you going to make this right?” Mime repeated.
She did the same to his left hand. Since he had been clenching his fist, she managed to crush every finger along with it.
Truth be told, the three of them had come to see me right after the match. They probably wanted to apologize. But I had been busy preparing Sugita’s execution, so I blew them off. They tried to persist, but when they saw the look on my face – cold and utterly indifferent – they were filled with terror.
Unable to handle their own guilt, they had redirected that despair into pure rage toward Sugita. Their anger was justified, and I wasn’t going to stop them, but that doesn’t mean I had forgiven them. Even if they vented their frustrations by butchering Sugita, it wouldn’t make me feel any better. I had no intention of letting their previous insults slide.
They seemed to realize this. Consequently, their torture of Sugita was especially brutal. Mime was intentionally using a blunt stone axe instead of her usual sharp hand-axe specifically to prolong the agony.
”Whatever, I can handle my own problems. But Marl… she’s been unconscious ever since she came to her senses. She won’t wake up! And that is all your goddamn fault!” Mime screamed.
She slammed the stone axe into his right chest. A sickening crack echoed out, followed by Sugita coughing up gobs of blood. A broken rib must have punctured his lung. As Mime said, the moment Marl’s mind was restored, she had vomited and collapsed. She was still in a coma.
”It’s your fault! It’s your fault! It’s your fault!” Mime cried.
She rained down blows with the stone axe. By the time she was done, every bone in Sugita’s body – save for his skull and spine – was pulverized. His limbs were twisted into impossible angles.
”S-shut up… you bitches were… on top of me… moaning. Don’t act like it didn’t feel good,” Sugita wheezed, managing a weak, mocking laugh.
”Shut up! You absolute piece of filth!” Mime screamed.
Enraged, she brought the axe down one last time, crushing Sugita’s head. As soon as he was revived, Alisha stepped up. She was holding a morning star – a heavy mace with a spiked iron ball.
”Hehehe…” Alisha giggled.
She approached with a sweet smile, but her eyes were dead. It was terrifying to see a beauty look that psychotic. Even Sugita shuddered.
”Was it these filthy little hands that touched us all over?” Alisha asked.
”H-hey, wait-” Sugita began, but his plea ended in a shriek.
She swung the morning star, obliterating his right hand. His fist was reduced to a pulpy mess. Naturally, she did the same to the left. Viscous blood clung to the spikes of her weapon.
”Was it this mouth that said those disgusting things?” Alisha asked.
A horizontal swing shattered his lower jaw, tearing it clean off his face. It hit the ground with a wet thud. It was a gruesome sight, but the crowd was roaring. She wasn’t done.
”Were these the nasty little eyes that looked at us so lecherously?” Alisha continued.
She shredded the front of his face, gouging out both eyes. His facial features were peeled away along with the front of his skull.
”And was it this pathetic little micro-d**k that r**ed us over and over?” Alisha asked.
She brought the morning star down directly onto his crotch. Between his missing jaw and his crushed vitals, Sugita let out a sound that wasn’t even a scream anymore – just a raw, guttural noise of pure agony. His “manhood” was obliterated. Every man in the audience instinctively crossed his legs.
I had to admit, seeing a guy get hit like that was tough to watch. Not that I felt any sympathy for the bastard. Finally, she raised the morning star high above her head with both hands.
”Was it this brain that thought it could get away with violating us?” Alisha asked.
She slammed it down. His head burst like a ripe tomato. She gave the morning star a sharp flick to clear off the bits of Sugita’s flesh.
”Just like his soul, his blood and meat are absolutely filthy,” Alisha said with a beaming smile.
Once again, time reversed and Sugita was restored. Mercedes stood before him, looking down with icy disdain.
”I’ll let you choose. Do you want it inside? Or outside?” Mercedes asked.
”Huh? You talking about finishing inside or out? Heh… obviously I want it inside,” Sugita replied, his voice thick with vulgarity.
”I see. Inside it is,” Mercedes said.
Mercedes ignored his crude interpretation. She obviously wasn’t asking about s*x.
”Open up,” Mercedes commanded.
”Wh – ngh!?” Sugita grunted.
She thrust her fingers into his mouth. She pulled them out a few seconds later, looking revolted.
”Ugh… my fingers are covered in spit. How disgusting,” Mercedes muttered.
She used magic to conjure water and wash her hands. Even then, she looked like she couldn’t get clean enough, scrubbing with soap before tossing the entire bar away.
”Hah… I really liked that soap. Now I have to buy more,” Mercedes sighed.
She threw it away just because it touched him? A bit extreme, but I suppose some people just can’t stand filth. Though it was funny she said that, considering she had been sneaking off to sniff the towels I used.
Anyway, back to Sugita.
”W-what? My stomach… it’s hot! It’s burning! Ahhh! It’s burning me alive!” Sugita screamed.
Sugita’s midsection began to bloat. He swelled up like a woman in the final stages of pregnancy. She must have injected high-level fire sorcery directly into his gut. Her question earlier had been whether he wanted to be burned from the outside or the inside.
”It’s hot! Help! My stomach… it’s going to – !” Sugita shrieked.
A dull thud echoed as Sugita’s torso detonated. Flesh splattered everywhere, leaving only his hands and lower body behind. His head was blown clear across the arena.
”Hmph. What a disgusting firework,” Mercedes said.
As she delivered her cold one-liner, the stadium erupted in the loudest cheer of the night.
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Summary:
Sugita undergoes a series of brutal executions at the hands of those he wronged. Lotte forces him to drink her own returned poison, while the Renegade trio takes turns mangling him with blunt weapons and internal fire magic. Despite his repeated resurrections, the psychological and physical torment only intensifies as the crowd cheers his demise.
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Trivia:
- Lotte’s poison was originally stolen by Sugita and returned via Item Box mechanics.
- Marl is still in a coma, which is the primary driver for the Renegade trio’s extreme brutality.
- The protagonist is intentionally allowing random bystanders to participate in the beating before the main executioners step in.
- Nadja’s ability to summon items (stepladder, funnel) from her uniform suggests a spatial storage ability.
- Sugita is still under the impression that the ‘last curse’ is his biggest threat, unaware that his current reality is the peak of the punishment
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Character Insight:
The members of ‘Renegade’ are attempting to purge their own guilt through extreme violence. Alisha, in particular, shows a ‘yandere-like’ shift from her usual persona to one of gleeful sadism, while Mercedes maintains a distant, disgusted elitism even during murder.
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Behind the Scenes:
The title ‘FATALITY’ and the gore-heavy executions are stylistic nods to Mortal Kombat, while the ‘Nice Boat’ comment at the end is a famous Japanese meme referencing anime censorship, used here ironically to highlight the lack of it.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Sugita – Leader of the Sugita gang and main bully of Natsumi Sasaki, born into heavy police privilege—his grandfather is the Superintendent General, his father a Superintendent—so every mess he causes gets buried. Lean build, sharp features, that cold, arrogant “I can get away with it” stare. Wields the unique skill Steal (窃盗), which he uses to manipulate minds and control women. Once impersonated the hero Sieben with a mask and greatsword, but lost everything and dropped to Level 7. He’s a “Hero” cursed to die and resurrect endlessly—turned into a Lesser Vampire, executed, and ultimately erased from existence.
• Honoka – Petite, cute “transistor‑glamour” girl with high‑level healing magic, built like a tiny bomb of lewdness and huge breasts. Started as a cold‑hearted slave mocking Sasaki, then flipped into full devoted “Goshujin‑sama” maid mode, obsessed with his scent and desperate to bear his child. Used to be Hidaka’s obsession, later violated by Sugita, which left her furious and tightly protective of the protagonist. Bashful smiles, but the second anything touches him she goes nuclear. Usually in a sleazy maid outfit, the anti‑aesthetic to Lotte and Nadja’s clean uniforms.
• Lotte – A late‑20s head maid, tall and slender, with a sharp, elegant face and a 50‑plus‑level assassin body soaked in toxins; she plays the calm noble‑house servant by day, moonlights as a midwife who helped deliver Hidaka’s twins, and still carries the poison Sugita once stole from her, making her quietly protective and extra dangerous under the apron.
• Nadja – A female goblin. She was treated as a breeding bed for orcs and was r*ped, but Natsumi (Sieben) saved her. Now, former goblin who underwent Anthropomorphism. Sun-kissed skin, milk-white short-cut hair, large golden eyes, a single small horn on her forehead, and small pointed ears.
• Mercedes – A girl with rare black hair in a sea of blondes and browns, small‑chested, precise enough to trim her pubic hair into an inverted triangle, with large, upturned eyes that used to sparkle but went flat after trauma. Member of the Renegade clan, she wields fire magic with tight control and is weirdly picky about cleanliness, especially when it comes to Sugita, who she treats with a mix of cold fastidiousness and deep disgust.
• Alisha – Fluffy pink‑haired miko with a huge, triple‑digit chest who’s way more dangerous than she looks. Kidnapped along with the merchant’s daughter and the rest, she’s a member of the Renegade clan. Wields a spiked morning‑star mace like it’s a fashion accessory. Looks gorgeous and holy, but when tortured, she flips into full psychotic mode—chaotic, unhinged, and survivability‑mode only.
• Mime – Short‑haired, cat‑eyed merc with wheat skin and a tight, athletic build that screams “I lift.” She swings a primitive stone axe like it’s nothing and sticks with the Renegade clan like a pro. She’s all business in a fight, but the second anyone mentions her comrade Marl, the tough‑girl act cracks and the worry shows through.
• Ren – Height 169 cm, weight 50 kg. A cool-headed guy with glasses who aimed to be a lawyer. He viewed bullying as a minor issue and stood by while Natsumi was tormented.
• Marl – A younger‑sister‑type companion to Lil who likes watching the couple from afar. Not the real sister. She was a girl sitting in the spectator seats, temporarily controlled by Sugita’s Steal skill. After regaining her senses, she vomits from the shock and guilt of what she witnessed.
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