The physical abilities of a warrior who has accumulated countless sins by killing enemy after enemy easily surpass the limits of ordinary people.
At the iron token adventurer level, there’s practically no difference, and it only starts to become noticeable at the copper token level, but…
Crunch!
The realm Brunhilde’s body had reached was far above that. Irina’s toes, bitten by me, couldn’t withstand even for a moment and were torn off along with the boot.
“Kyaaaaaah!”
Irina, with three toes torn off by my teeth, let out an eardrum-piercing scream and fell backwards.
From the thumb to the middle finger, red blood flowed from the roughly torn cross-sections.
“My foooooot! You crazy bitch!”
Serves you right, damn woman.
But it’s not over yet, you know?
“Ptooey!”
I spat out the boot tip and three toes that had filled my mouth, and with a rage-fueled momentum, I sprang my whole body to pounce on Irina, straddling her body.
“Kyah! This bitch really-!”
Irina fell back, overwhelmed by the difference in weight. I glared at her pinned under my body and pulled my head back sharply.
My arms and legs weren’t moving properly, but they say if you don’t have teeth, use your gums, right? At least my neck was moving properly.
So―
“Die, you elf whore!”
Bam!
“Gak!”
A crisp collision sound of forehead and face meeting.
Irina let out a strange groan as the back of her head slammed into the ground. Blood flowed steadily from her nose that had been hit squarely.
“It’s not over!”
“You real bitch!”
As I opened my mouth to bite and tear at Irina’s broken nose bridge, Irina contorted her face like a rag and swung her fist to strike my cheek.
Thud!
“Kuh!”
My face jerked sharply to the side.
Instead of turning my head back while groaning, I slammed the side of my head down onto her face again.
“Kyaaaah!”
Irina let out another scream-like shriek and punched my lower jaw, and in the moment I was dazed, she pulled out an arrow and stabbed it into my side.
“It doesn’t hurt!”
“What are you going to do, you bitch!”
Me, persistently battering Irina’s face using my head and teeth as weapons, and Irina, beating my entire body with her arms and legs like a child throwing a tantrum.
The winner of that unspeakably filthy mud fight was…
“…How could you become so ugly. It seems you’ve long since thrown away all pride and dignity.”
Regrettably, it wasn’t me.
Imelia, having finished healing her arm, approached panting and kicked my head with a foot imbued with holy light, and I fell to the side with a groan and went limp.
My trembling arms and legs now wouldn’t move at all.
…Is this as far as I go?
This desperate dog fight had reached its limit. All that remained was to pay the price.
“That bitch really…! I’ll kill her, I’ll kill her…!”
Irina panted as she recovered her smashed nose and broken teeth through the healing miracle cast by Imelia.
Since she had cast ‘Minor Healing’ instead of ‘Goddess’s Touch’ which had already been used up, the recovery speed was a bit slower.
“Ah… haha…”
It was quite amusing to see her panting while covering her face with one hand and gripping her ankle with the other.
“Split? Ha, you say you’ll split me? Let’s see if you can split me like that even if I slice off your arms and legs, you dog-like mayfly bitch…!”
Though I was in no position to laugh at others either.
“No, killing her would be a bit problematic…”
Imelia, who had cast Minor Healing on Irina, looked down at me with cold eyes and pulled out the mace she had been carrying at her waist.
It was a blunt weapon that, according to the original setting, she couldn’t even swing properly, and thus was nothing more than an ornament that couldn’t even be called a self-defense weapon, but…
“Still, we need to crush her so she can’t resist.”
Couldn’t it still easily batter someone who was lying sprawled out? For me, who looked like I would be shattered if hit by that ornament, it was sufficiently threatening.
Judging by her talk of crushing me so I couldn’t resist, she probably intends to pulverize my limbs with that thing.
As revenge for vertically slicing her arm, too.
‘…Ha, fuck my life.’
I felt like closing my eyes tightly.
To think I’d end up like this after declaring that if they wanted to take me to Gunther, they should kill me and take my corpse.
Isn’t this a situation where I’m about to be dragged away not as a corpse, but in a state with just my limbs broken for convenient use?
Should I consider myself fortunate that what Imelia is holding is a mace? If it had been a bladed weapon, they wouldn’t be crushing my limbs but cutting them off to drag me away.
Like in that cartoonist’s work who said girls look happiest when they have no arms or legs, if I imagine myself ending up as just a torso with hearts in my pupils, panting…
‘…This sucks.’
It seemed there couldn’t be a more horrific future than that. Though there might be many futures ‘as’ horrific as that.
“You’re satisfied with just crushing her limbs? That’s not enough.”
For example…
“How about using that to pierce her crotch instead? Gunther doesn’t care about virginity anyway.”
…A future like this.
Irina, who still couldn’t stand up properly, spoke horrific nonsense while smiling like a child tearing off a dragonfly’s wings.
Saying that just crushing my limbs was far from enough, so we should vent our anger by piercing between my legs with the mace handle.
‘Are you crazy? Pierce what?’
It was an idea only a madman could come up with.
“Hmm… this is a consecrated object, wouldn’t using it for such a thing be blasphemy…?”
Imelia answered while examining the end of the mace handle.
Although she showed some hesitation, her attitude suggested that if it weren’t a consecrated object, she would have agreed to Irina’s opinion without hesitation. It sent chills down my spine.
“No, it’s not. If you think about it, stabbing and making enemies bleed is what it’s for, right? So you could say it’s being used for its original purpose.”
“Oh, is that so? Hmm… well, I suppose you could think of it that way. Mm-hmm. Yes, we can do that.”
Imelia stroked her chin while looking me over from head to toe. Her gaze fixed somewhere between my lower abdomen and thighs.
“It should be fine. Let’s do it.”
Then, as if agreeing with Irina’s opinion, she nodded and gripped the middle part of the mace upside down, fully exposing the long handle.
A handle that looked to be about 20cm long. It slowly approached me. To be used for a purpose entirely different from its creator’s intention.
“You crazy… bitches…!”
I struggled, squeezing out curses from my weakened lungs.
My mouth trembled with a chill and my mind felt as cold as if doused with ice water. A terrifying penetration ceremony was approaching step by step.
What, what is this?
The conflict between the reason telling me to commit suicide by thrusting my head at the mace, and the survival instinct wanting to live, was already an unbearably horrible feeling.
As if that wasn’t enough, a situation I truly couldn’t have imagined… and thus couldn’t even prepare for, was added.
“What… dog-like behavior…!”
My lower abdomen tightened with fear.
I couldn’t help but feel afraid. At this rate, I was about to receive the mace not where the head is attached, but where a child’s head comes out.
Thud.
Imelia kneeling beside me, trying to forcibly spread my legs with her left hand. The leather-wrapped metal handle gleamed in the moonlight.
“Kuh…!”
I tried to resist with all my might, but my powerless legs betrayed their owner’s will and spread helplessly with no resistance to speak of.
“Let… go! Get lost, get lost, you crazy bitch…!”
Shaking pupils. Rapid breathing. I squirmed like a trapped insect, struggling to remove her hand.
I felt like I could now truly, deeply understand the reason and emotion behind captured female knights shouting ‘Kuh, kill me!-
Because that’s exactly what I wanted to say right now.
“Oh my, are you scared? This is quite a… fresh reaction. To think that Miss Brunhilde would make such an expression, it’s making my heart race too.”
However, my resistance, which had reached its limit due to exhaustion and injury, not only failed to stop Imelia’s actions but seemed to have ignited her sadistic tendencies instead.
Seeing this crazy priestess lick her lips with a slightly reddened face.
“It looks like we’ll need to tear the pants a bit… where’s a dagger, where’s a dagger…?”
Imelia rummaged through her waist, looking for a blade while staring between my legs.
“Use this.”
Irina, who had been watching the scene while caressing her newly regenerating toes, pulled out an arrow and threw it at Imelia’s feet.
“Ah, thank you, Miss Irina.”
Imelia expressed her gratitude as she picked up the arrow, then brought the sharp arrowhead to my pants and sliced straight through them.
Rip.
The black leather pants tear open with a long rip.
Heat spreading out like steam, billowing. A thick lemon scent wafting strongly.
I gritted my teeth as I faced my reflection in Imelia’s large pupils.
A state with sweat-soaked underwear and the bare skin of my inner thighs fully exposed. It was a horrific and miserable sight.
“Now, just one layer left, right?”
Imelia’s behavior, pulling up the corners of her mouth with sadistic pleasure as she brought the arrowhead towards my underwear, was even more horrifying.
“It’s a pleasant sight. We should show this to Lord Gunther too.”
“You, I will, I will definitely kill you…!”
The only resistance possible was to grit my teeth, glare, and spew curses and killing intent.
“Wouldn’t it be better to beg instead? Then we might be a little gentler, you know?”
“Go fuck yourself…!”
“The one getting fucked will be your crotch.”
Even that was of no use.
“Now, shall I fuck you?”
Imelia, having gained complete dominance, now laughed outright as she grabbed the string of my underwear with her hand and brought the blade part of the arrowhead close.
And so, just as the tightly pulled fabric string was about to be cut by the blade―
Swish!
A greatsword, shot like a cannonball, cleaved through the air and flew towards Imelia’s head.
“You―damn―bastards! Get your hands off her!”
Along with an enraged shout that shook the night sky.
It was a familiar voice.