Chapter 121: There’s Nothing That Can’t Be Solved With Rape [R-18]
by MeherQuintia.
Crimson hair and crimson eyes. Clear, white skin.
Just as her status description implied, she was a girl who seemed somehow ephemeral. Even holding a sword, the impression she gave was less one of strength and more one of beauty.
“I have returned to protect Her Majesty, the Queen.”
That was what she said, her voice quiet.
I’d heard she was fighting the rebel army in the north. Had she finished them off already?
Why the hell isn’t this dungeon over?
Queen Yuuna surrendered. Isn’t that the end?
If it only ends when the new queen puts on the crown and sits on the throne, then Quintia’s timing was absolutely fatal for us.
To put it in terms of soccer or basketball, it was like a last-second, game-winning buzzer-beater…
My head throbbed at the thought of this unexpected overtime.
“Quintia. Let’s stop this, okay? It’s all over.”
“No.”
Yuuna tried to persuade her gently, but Quintia was resolute.
“They are the ones who are finished.”
The atmosphere was ominous.
“…Hena, Isolde. Stay back.”
They nodded, pressing themselves against the wall as I’d ordered.
Quintia slowly descended the steps from the throne.
A sword in one hand…
“I heard you two are dating.”
“We are.”
“…So I suppose you were planning to end this amicably. That won’t be happening.”
“So that’s the kind of person you are. I get the gist.”
[Activating Insight – Red.]
I felt it instinctively.
…This isn’t an opponent I can afford to go easy on!
I prepared Kushina in advance, using 「Onahole Enhancement」 and 「Concealing Onahole」.
The moment Quintia lowered her stance, I aimed my Benelli and unleashed a 12-gauge blast of lead pellets straight at her.
BOOM!
Quintia slashed through every single pellet and soared into the air as if dancing.
At first, I couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. I’d never seen swordsmanship like this before. No, I had never even considered that such elegant movements were possible with a sword.
Ah.
So this is what Yuuna wanted to emulate.
Quintia’s swordsmanship was like a majestic landscape from an ink wash painting; she bloomed into the air as she leaped and slashed.
I was hit hard and sent tumbling backward.
“Sang-hyeok!”
“Hena, don’t come here!”
I’d been cut diagonally from my shoulder. The sight of the blood, dripping steadily, snapped me to my senses.
Quintia leveled her sword at me again and spoke.
“Admit defeat and use your feather. The next cut will be deeper.”
“You were holding back just now?”
“Yes. I couldn’t just kill you without warning.”
That sounded a lot like she would kill me if I kept this up.
“Stop it! I told you, the empire has lost. Quintia! I, your queen, acknowledge it!”
“You’re only saying that because you want to protect your boyfriend, Yuuna.”
“…Ugh.”
Her words hit their mark, and Yuuna had nothing to say.
“You said… that as long as I was here, the empire couldn’t possibly lose.”
“…That’s…”
She’s absolutely right. If Quintia is the empire, it’d be damn hard to lose.
I stared at the blood seeping from my wound and tried to catch my breath.
It hurt.
“Can’t we just stop here? Is there any reason to go this far in a school class?”
“…You don’t know anything.”
Quintia gritted her teeth.
As if she found me utterly repulsive.
She glared as if staring down an unseen, imaginary enemy and repeated herself.
“You don’t know anything about what it means to fight inside an abnormal gravity wave.”
“What does it mean?”
“At the very least, it’s not a place for laughing and making friends.”
“…”
“This is your last chance. Use the feather.”
No way.
You want me to run away with not one, but three of my girlfriends watching?
I wouldn’t do that even if my opponent was the Sword Saint—or the Sword Saint’s mother!
But I’ve got a read on the situation now.
There are some situations you just can’t whine your way out of.
Objectively speaking, this was the end of the D-rank’s delightful advance.
It made no sense for me, a guy who’d only gotten his act together two weeks ago, to beat Quintia—a girl with exceptional talent and a superior bloodline who had trained like an ascetic in her pursuit of true strength.
Still, if I couldn’t accept this outcome…
[Onahole Quest – Quintia]
[★Making the arrogant Sword Saint’s daughter sob while you’re pussy-smashing her is delicious★]
As if on cue, the system began spamming me with filthy, vulgar phrases that looked like viral marketing.
All I had to do was accept the temptation from En-chan.
[★She doesn’t have the disposition for an onahole, but that’s what makes her pure pussy so firm and tasty★]
[How about teaching Quintia’s fresh, virgin pussy about your king-sized dick?]
[For a limited time, it comes with the Sword Saint’s daughter’s humiliating nude grovel!]
[Depraved Sex Mode on standby♡]
In 「OnaAka」, there’s nothing that can’t be solved with rape.
You could probably even achieve world peace through rape.
I lowered my gun.
“Are you going to use the feather?”
“Nope.”
I knew just how dangerous a real fight would be after getting cut.
I decided not to do that.
There was no reason to struggle so much in the first place.
“I was thinking of getting serious.”
“I’m not looking down on you for being D-rank, Seonbaenim. And I’m not being arrogant, but I will definitely win.”
“Are you really not going to give up? Just accept the rebels’ victory.”
“I have no intention of giving up.”
Huuu…
My head was pounding. It was probably because I’d been unexpectedly cut by a blade, and the wound was still throbbing with fiery pain.
I’m not used to getting hurt.
Or struggling in OnaAka.
If I just rape this girl and make her my pussy, my personal onahole, this will all be over.
“I can’t give up. No matter what.”
[10 seconds until you fuck her pussy in depraved sex♡]
I haven’t even turned on Lucky Pervert yet, you little shit.
“Alright.”
As the protagonist of OnaAka…
If I have no choice but to face her seriously…
[Activating Lucky Pervert]
[Reality Manipulation Strength – Maximum]
With a single click, I’d have to show her what true, unfair power looks like.
This was my first time properly using Lucky Pervert.
I’d used it before when I didn’t know any better, but wielding it myself was bound to be different.
As the world of my dick stabbing manifested, Quintia noticed the change and flinched.
I see.
You can see it too, can’t you? This world.
When the reality manipulation strength is ‘Low,’ it looks like threads.
But when it’s ‘Medium,’ the threads become chains of fate.
And when you raise the strength to ‘Maximum,’ the chains become tentacles.
My girlfriends couldn’t see it, but Quintia and I could perceive that alien world.
A world filled with thick tentacles.
[『World of the Mad Star』]
[Manipulating the target’s fate.]
“I’ll get serious now. Me too.”
“Hic…!”
Quintia’s face went pale as she swung her sword wildly.
To an observer, it would look like she was slashing at empty air.
But in reality, it was the feeble struggle of a girl resisting the tentacles that reached for her from all directions, forcing upon her a depraved end.
All I had to do was rape her.
Turn her into an onahole, rape that lovely girl.
I could pay her back a hundred, a thousand times over for messing with me.
“N-No…! No…!!”
“Haaah…”
Dammit.
[Lucky Pervert OFF]
But for some reason…
Even though the entire world was egging me on, I didn’t want to do it, so I turned it off.
The cut on my shoulder throbbed, but I felt no desire to pay her back with rape.
It was a moment where I could have gotten the Sword Saint’s daughter’s pussy with a single, irresponsible click…
I feel a little bad, imagining En-chan’s eyes wide with shock right about now.
Quintia, who had sensed her defeat was imminent, stared at me with trembling legs.
“Wh-Why…?”
“…”
I pulled the black forfeit feather out of my inventory.
It was the item used to forfeit the exchange event and leave the dungeon.
Everyone had one.
I forced a smile at Quintia, who was staring intently at me.
I felt disgusted with myself for acting this way after almost committing such an unspeakably vile act.
“Sorry for scaring you.”
“Huh? What do you mean…? Why… didn’t you attack…?”
Quintia stammered, her lips opening and closing as she searched for words.
She might not know what my skill was, but her mind couldn’t comprehend why I had stopped it midway.
She couldn’t possibly imagine all the vulgar things that would have happened next.
“Wow, a 100-million-coin student really is strong. Ah, I can’t win!”
Instead of raping her, I would accept the result of losing the exchange event.
I figured that was better than Quintia sobbing underneath me.
“Sorry, Isolde. I couldn’t make you the queen.”
“No…! Thanks to you, Seonbaenim… I was able to get to a place I never even dreamed of… Thank you!”
“You were holding back when you offered the feather, right?”
“I-I’m going to leave with Sang-hyeok!”
Yuuna took out her feather too, but I shook my head.
“You won, Yuuna.”
“Sang-hyeok…”
“You get all the rewards before you come out, okay? Got it?”
“But, but…!”
“Answer me!”
Yuuna sniffled and nodded.
“You have to get your wound treated right away, okay?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry about me. Her sword skills are so good… I wasn’t hurt at all.”
As I said that, blood suddenly gushed from my mouth.
“Sang-hyeok!”
“Mm.”
Why is it harder to act cool than to rape someone?
Before things could get any more pathetic, I used the phantom feather.
I cleanly forfeited the final round of the exchange event.
…
…
Ugh.
Where am I?
My body feels insubstantial, like it’s floating.
“Why did you do that?”
I realized En-chan had summoned me.
“You should have just raped her. Go on.”
“No… It just felt wrong.”
“Idiot. You pure love maniac.”
“This isn’t… about pure love… It’s a normal judgment a person would make…”
“Even after she cut you with a sword.”
Still, paying that back with rape is just weird.
Am I disqualified from being an eroge protagonist?
But the way En-chan was smiling at me felt strangely warm.
“…Hey. I’m not dead, am I?”
“Why? Scared you might be?”
“I just thought this is the part where you’d normally be throwing a fit, calling me disqualified as an eroge protagonist.”
“Hmph. Even if you were dying, I wouldn’t let you. You’re the only protagonist our OnaAka has, Sang-hyeok-nim.”
“That’s a relief…”
I couldn’t die now, not when I had all these beautiful heroines and the harem sex had only just begun.
When I opened my eyes, I was in the nurse’s office.
“Gasp.“
I really thought I was dead.
My body was wrapped tightly in bandages, and an IV needle was stuck in my forearm.
The platinum-blonde school nurse in a doctor’s coat looked at me, at a loss for what to do.
“You’re awake? Are you dizzy?”
“The school nurse…?”
“Mhm. That’s me. You might get dizzy if you get up too fast, so take it slow.”
Umm…
It seems I’m back at the academy…
“How long was I out?”
“About four hours? It’s nighttime now. The exchange event ended well.”
“…Ah.”
So it’s all over.
“It’s a shame you lost at the very end, isn’t it?”
“…Huh? How do you know that, ma’am?”
“How else? The entire exchange event is monitored.”
I flinched at her words.
…Monitored? I didn’t know that.
“You didn’t know?”
“…Ah. No.”
Ah, for fuck’s sake.
No wonder there was so much camera equipment…
A few of my cringiest lines came to mind, and I wanted to die.
“Don’t worry, we don’t record anything private. We just tune in to the coordinates of the ‘hot’ spots.”
“…”
I’m in deep shit…
The twin sisters spewing out their Jellies must have been a ‘hot’ scene.
I feel like the Student Council President is going to run in here any second and beat me to death…
The first thing that came to mind was how I’d defiled the twin sisters with 「Personality Excretion」, and my stomach churned.
“I don’t want to leave, ma’am.”
“Fufu. You can lie here as long as you want, you know?”
She’s a kind nurse.
Just as I was about to lie back down, the door slid open and the Student Council President appeared.
“Kim Sang-hyeok.”
I’m fucked.
I was frantically trying to think of an excuse for what I did to the twins’ Jellies.
The nurse scurried out the door as if fleeing.
No!!
Ma’am, don’t leave me!!
“…Wh-What is it, President?”
Acting pitiful wouldn’t work on her.
Just as I thought I was about to get beaten to a pulp, Isabella looked at me and said something completely unexpected.
“My fighting techniques… were they helpful?”
“Ah…”
So you saw, Isabella.
“…Yes.”
“…Then, I’m glad.”
Glad…?
A faint blush colored Isabella’s cheeks, a change so subtle you’d miss it if you weren’t looking closely.
She turned her head away and walked out with her usual dignified stride.
“…Rest.”
“…”
Was she… comforting me for my loss?
“Ha.”
The Student Council President?!
“Hah hah.”
Left alone in the nurse’s office, I let out a hollow laugh.
Actually, I was glad I lost.
Strictly speaking, that final round wasn’t a match I could have carried on my own with my own skills.
If I’d attracted a ton of attention as “The D-rank Who Beat the Sword Saint’s Daughter,” I wouldn’t have been able to handle the fame.
I gave up something I was never meant to have in the most honorable way possible.
And I protected a female student who might have ended up sobbing her eyes out—even if, by some perverted logic, she might have enjoyed it later—from having to have sex with a man she didn’t want.
“Hooo~~.”
All that was left…
was to stretch my legs out and rest easy.
Translated By: Meher (RaidenTL)
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