Chapter Index

    A chilling cold ran down her spine. As her head cooled, her rapidly numbing rationality returned. Had Millen come back? If he saw this, it would be hell.

    The clothes she’d taken off were still strewn across the floor—no time to put them back on. At the very least, she hurriedly tossed the underwear on the bed and the towel soaked with blood and bodily fluids under the bed before wrapping the blanket around herself.

    Only then did she belatedly realize something was off.

    I have the key, though?

    Of course, Millen was a skilled thief—picking a locked door wouldn’t be difficult for him. But he wasn’t so reckless as to pick a locked door and barge in without even knocking.

    Who, then? When Arina turned her gaze toward the door, the person standing there was the male employee she’d had a dispute with earlier. In his hand was likely a master key. Losing keys was common, and having a spare was necessary in case of emergencies.

    But that didn’t mean he could just walk in uninvited.

    Arina had paid for the room and secured the right to use it for the day. Even the inn’s owner couldn’t barge into a guest’s room without a valid reason.

    If it was just a case of mistaken identity, that would’ve been one thing—but the employee, who had picked the lock and entered without permission, showed no intention of leaving. His eyes were glued to the silhouette of her body barely concealed beneath the blanket.

    “What the hell are you doing? Get out, now!”

    His gaze, as if admiring her body, made her skin crawl. Clutching the blanket tighter, Arina snapped at him.

    The icy charisma that could freeze anyone in their tracks—Arina didn’t bother using magic against ordinary people. Her frigid voice and piercing glare were more than enough to make them back off on their own.

    But what she failed to realize was that her charisma only held weight because it was backed by her reputation and power.

    Right now, she wasn’t Riel Frost, the mage of the Hero’s Party, nor was she Arina, the enigmatic adventurer of unfathomable strength.

    “Still acting all high and mighty with just the two of us here. No wonder you were spouting such nonsense earlier.”

    Under normal circumstances, he would’ve backed off by now—but the employee showed no sign of leaving. The power that once forced people to obey, even unwillingly, was no longer hers.

    Caught off guard by his unexpected reaction, Arina flinched backward instead. The sudden tension in her hands made the blanket cling tightly to her body, revealing her silhouette even more clearly. That was all it took to ignite the man’s lust.

    “So what? Get out.”

    The door clicked shut. It would’ve been fine if he had just left—but the young man wasn’t leaving the room. He was barricading the door.

    Arina knew exactly what that meant. She frantically scanned the room for anything she could use as a weapon.

    Seizing the opportunity, the employee lunged and shoved her down.

    “Kyaa?!”

    Grabbed by the arm, Arina fell onto the bed. The impact caused the blanket to slip slightly, barely preventing her full breasts from spilling out.

    But that was hardly a relief.

    “Damn, what a sight.”

    The sheer size of her chest—enough to keep the slipping blanket from falling completely—and the tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage only stoked the man’s desire further.

    “D-Don’t you dare! Let go!”

    Even as she thrashed, her pinned arm wouldn’t budge. Kicking and shoving with her legs only seemed to irritate him—the young man responded by driving his fist hard into her stomach.

    “Guh—?!”

    “Stay still, you bitch. Because of you, I got humiliated in front of my friends today.”

    After that incident, his friends had mocked him relentlessly, leaving him furious. That was why he’d impulsively stolen the master key and broken in.

    He hadn’t thought much beyond that. He just wanted revenge—whether by shaming her while she was bathing or scaring her, anything to get back at her.

    But the moment he saw her snow-white nakedness barely hidden beneath a single blanket, he instantly knew what he had to do.

    Her pale shoulders and neck, not fully covered, radiated an otherworldly beauty. Like a noble’s daughter—no, as if she belonged to an entirely different race compared to the ordinary women around her.

    Under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have dared to even look. A flower atop an unreachable cliff, something he could never touch no matter how hard he tried.

    But not now.

    “When else would I ever get a chance to fuck a bitch like you? If I let this slip, I’m not even a man!”

    “Ngh—?!”

    The blanket was yanked away, forcing Arina to desperately cover her chest with her hands.

    “Holy shit… you’re insane…”

    Seeing the two mounds she always hid under loose clothing for the first time, he drooled as he admired her body. Any worry about the consequences of assaulting a noblewoman had completely melted away.

    Whatever punishment awaited him later didn’t matter anymore.

    No matter how high her status, right now—in this moment—he could do whatever he wanted with this premium woman. An unparalleled sense of conquest surged through him, intoxicating as a drug.

    If he could claim this woman’s body, the greatest achievement a man could aspire to, what was one life worth sacrificing?

    “You fucking maggot.”

    A voice like ice water splashed over him, briefly restoring his rationality. The man looked down at Arina’s face beneath him.

    She was smiling.

    “Just for one fuck—you’d throw your life away? Is that all your life is worth to you?”

    Her face twisted as if looking at something disgusting.

    “Though, judging by how you act, maybe that’s not far off. It’s almost pitiful how little you value yourself.”

    Her eyes glistened with tears, as if pitying him.

    Her lips curled into a sneer, mocking him.

    “A worthless piece of trash like you could never leave a single mark on me.”

    A tear rolled down her cheek, catching on her twisted smile. At the same time, the young man exploded in rage.

    “Shut the fuck up!”

    Smack!

    “Kyaa—?!”

    He slapped her hard enough to whip her head to the side. But his anger still wasn’t sated.

    The euphoric sense of conquest and omnipotence that had numbed his mind just moments ago had been shattered by her words, replaced entirely by fury.

    Just a second ago, he had been the master. In this room, at this moment, he was the one in control—the conqueror who could take this beautiful woman as he pleased.

    The superiority he’d never felt in his life had, for a brief moment, made him the protagonist of the world.

    And this woman had reduced him to nothing but a pathetic criminal with just a few words and a sneer.

    If she didn’t fear him, it was all meaningless. If she didn’t cower, beg for mercy, or fawn over him, then he was just a horny mutt.

    Having even his fleeting moment of superiority ripped away, the man gritted his teeth hard enough to break them and clenched his fists.

    “You fucking disrespectful bitch! You brought this on yourself! If you hadn’t run your mouth, I wouldn’t have had to go this far! I’ll teach you a lesson today!”

    He grabbed Arina’s shoulders, digging his nails in deep enough to pierce skin.

    “Agh—!”

    Her body trembled from the pain. No—from the very beginning, her body had been shaking. From the hands covering her chest to the awkwardly curled lips, every part of her had been trembling.

    Even as fear consumed her, she struggled not to give him the reaction he wanted.

    But her act of strength was already at its limit. She was drowning in terror.

    What’s going to happen now?

    She’d never imagined she could feel this afraid of a man. The punches of an ordinary person should’ve been nothing to her—just a clumsy, pitiful display of force.

    Yet now, she was utterly overwhelmed by the raw, primal strength in those rough hands and arms she had once dismissed so easily. Without her magic, the sheer physical power of a man terrified her.

    Slap after slap struck her face. Her hair was yanked, and fists rained down on her.

    “Kyaa—! Agh! Stop! It hurts—!!”

    “See? What’s with the tough act when you’re shaking like a leaf?!”

    He shoved her face into the mattress with all his strength.

    “Once you peel off that layer, you’re all the same. Noble, royalty—without your status or bodyguards, you’re just a woman. A pretty little flower. Know your place and behave!”

    “Agh—?!”

    Her head was stomped on. The full weight of his foot pressed down, threatening to crush her skull. And it didn’t stop there—he kicked her body over and over.

    Before violating her, he wanted to break her spirit completely. He wouldn’t stop until she submitted to his will.

    “Hah… Hah…”

    Tears streamed from Arina’s eyes as she gasped for air. More than pain, it was fear that squeezed them out.

    Objectively, the employee’s violence was nothing to her. During her time in the Hero’s Party, she’d fought the Demon King’s army daily—far stronger and deadlier than this man. His punches hurt, but they wouldn’t kill her. She’d survived dozens of life-or-death situations.

    Yet now, she was trembling under the blows of an ordinary man.

    Because she wasn’t Riel Frost anymore.

    Riel Frost had the power to stand against overwhelming evil—but the current Arina was so weak she couldn’t even resist a single man.

    Her resolve to never yield had vanished. The insurmountable gap in strength had summoned pure terror.

    Is this how powerless women are against men’s strength?

    Like the idle chatter she’d once dismissed in the Magic Tower—women were weak creatures who could only survive by relying on men’s protection. She’d said those words herself, yet she hadn’t lived by them.

    Maybe she’d never truly understood what it meant to be a woman.

    Her arms, which had been covering her body, now shielded her face instead. She was fully exposed, but she barely cared anymore. Another tear rolled down her already damp cheek.

    Someone… help me.

    “Stop… please stop…”

    “Stop? We’re just getting started.”

    With one hand, he tugged at his waistband while using his other hand and legs to force her thighs apart. The sight wasn’t unfamiliar to Arina.

    One-sided violence. Sealed magic. And finally, the brink of violation.

    Unintentionally, he was reenacting the very ordeal she’d suffered at the hands of the porter.

    The face of the man looming over her blurred into the porter’s, and Arina’s eyes flew wide. Cold sweat, suffocating breaths, a sense of unreality. A long-dormant panic attack resurfaced.

    “N-No…! Don’t! Stop—!!”

    “There we go. Now you’re acting like a proper woman.”

    Finally getting the reaction he wanted, he grinned in satisfaction.

    “Help! Someone help—!! Please…!!!”

    In that moment, Arina was back in the past. Betrayed by her comrades, with no one to rely on—trapped in the memory of being toyed with by the porter.

    Her desperate screams convinced him she was on the verge of breaking. The employee tossed his pants aside.

    Just as he reached for his underwear—

    Gag—!

    “Who… the hell do you think you’re touching?”

    The employee clawed at the arm choking him. Behind him stood Ian, his eyes hollow and unfocused.

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