Chapter 23: The Humiliation-Type Protagonist Makes His Move
A grand estate stood in the very heart of the royal capital.
It was, in every sense, the physical manifestation of Sierra Ringveid’s true nature.
Its exterior was so magnificent it could be mistaken for the Queen's own palace, yet it remained perpetually under renovation.
More. More. More.
Sierra’s greed was a bottomless pit.
Because of that insatiable void, she never hesitated—no matter how vile the act—if it meant filling her heart for even a moment.
"Despite being a woman, Lindsay Bratton became the head of a merchant guild at such a young age. She is truly worthy of respect."
It was the middle of the night. Surrounded by her subordinates at a round table, Sierra was a vision of radiant, suggestive beauty.
Tonight, she wore a dress that left little to the imagination, deliberately emphasizing her more voluptuous features. Her beauty and seductive silhouette were reminiscent of a goddess of lust, but...
The words that spilled from her lips were pure, unadulterated evil.
"When someone as brilliant and beautiful as Lindsay meets a truly gruesome end... well, I imagine I shall be quite happy indeed, won't I? Tee-hee!"
Throughout history, there have been countless nobles with twisted tastes. Even among that elite circle of deviants, the villainy of Sierra Ringveid was particularly egregious.
And yet, there was no one who could stop her.
The reason was simple.
Sierra held an invincible pawn in the palm of her hand.
"Well then. Cecil, give me your report."
Cecil Imitation. As long as she stood by Sierra's side, the princess’s tyranny would never end.
"You brought me Alvart’s head, didn't you? Please tell me you didn't fail."
Cecil remained silent for a beat before speaking from the opposite side of the table, her voice flat and devoid of emotion.
"Before I answer... may I ask a few questions of my own?"
Sierra’s response was instantaneous.
"Absolutely not. Honestly, who gave you permission to speak? You’re a tool. Act like one."
Cecil simply shrugged at the dismissal.
"See? I told you," she muttered, her voice taking on a different cadence. "There’s no use trying to talk to this woman."
The moment those cryptic words left her mouth...
The subordinates sitting at the round table vanished into thin air.
They hadn't been killed. They simply hadn't been there to begin with.
They were nothing more than illusions—part of a vision I was showing Sierra. In their place sat a single teenage boy.
Me.
"Wh—?!"
As Sierra gasped in shock, I began to speak with measured calm.
"People usually mock those who talk about themselves too much... but I’m going to ignore that for now. Considering what I’m about to do, this is an important distinction to make."
My tone was informal, bordering on casual. To speak to a royal this way was the height of sacrilege.
But it didn't matter. I no longer felt the need to show Sierra Ringveid even an ounce of consideration.
"I have always respected social justice. Naturally, that means I value morals and ethics, and I abide by the concept of the law. Furthermore, I have no intention of refusing to show submission to my betters or failing to revere their existence."
The excuses for what I was about to do flowed from my mouth without a stutter.
"I have no complaints about my duty to work or pay taxes, and I have absolutely no desire to rebel against social norms. I define myself as a single gear in the machine. I prefer to live a quiet, shrunken life so that I'm never treated like the nail that sticks out."
Follow the rules. Fawn over the powerful. Never stand out. That was my way of interacting with society... or it was supposed to be.
It infuriated me, but the moment had come where I had to twist those values.
However, none of this was my fault.
"The responsibility for this lies entirely with you—Princess Sierra."
By now, she must have realized my true intent.
I’m going to hurt you now, but you brought this on yourself.
I’m not taking an ounce of responsibility for what happens next, so keep that in mind.
Of course, Sierra wasn't the type to just accept that logic.
"...Cecil!"
Naturally, she barked an order at her ultimate pawn.
Kill him.
But...
"I don't intend to listen to you anymore."
Sierra’s mind must have been racing at a million miles an hour.
A moment later, her conclusion manifested in a frantic whisper.
"That's... impossible. You're bound by the 【Pact Magic】..."
I shrugged at her stunned expression.
"The 【Pact Magic】 is indeed an absolute concept. Normally, there are no loopholes. However... if Cecil and I work together, we can create a hole where none should exist."
What was the 【Pact Magic】, really? The answer to that was our breakthrough.
"It interferes with the spirit, applying specific conditions to the self and turning them into absolute commands. That’s how the magic works... so I figured if we applied the principles of 《Hallucinatory Hypnosis》, we could probably carve out a gap or two."
First, I used my unique ability, 《Hallucinatory Hypnosis》, on Cecil...
I erased the very existence of "Sierra" from her mind.
By doing so, the pre-existing Pact was rendered powerless.
"Absolute obedience to you. As long as that Pact existed, she couldn't even take the next step. After all, what we’re doing is an undeniable act of treason. That’s why... I had to remove the concept of you from Cecil's heart."
The 【Pact Magic】 is actually quite inflexible.
Absolute obedience to Sierra Ringveid.
If that is the oath, it is treated as obedience toward the specific data known as "Sierra." If that data is lost from Cecil's mind, the Pact loses its anchor. It judges that the person to be obeyed has ceased to exist.
"The rest was easy. Cecil then activated her own 《Hallucinatory Hypnosis》 to rewrite her mental structure and... erase the Pact entirely. That’s all there was to it."
The magic in question interferes with the mind. Therefore, if one possesses an ability that can freely manipulate the heart, it is possible to wipe it away.
And so, here we were.
The primary reason Sierra Ringveid was an absolute power... had just completely crumbled.
"——!"
Sierra’s face contorted with panic. It was a perfectly natural reaction.
"Wait! Just listen to me!"
She practically fell out of her chair onto the floor, scrambling onto her hands and knees to beg.
"I know my words must have offended you... but please, calm down!"
She assumed a posture that looked like a kowtow, desperately pleading for her life. Seeing such a sight usually gives the victor a sense of smug satisfaction, but...
I had a really bad feeling about this.
"The sins I’ve committed can't be easily atoned for...! I am well aware of that...! But even so, please, give me a chance...!"
She was sobbing, clearly trying to play the pity card.
But I couldn't shake the feeling that she had a massive ace up her sleeve. Cecil seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"...Alvart. I don't think we need to listen anymore."
Cecil was right. We needed to finish this quickly. I nodded once.
"I’m sorry, Princess Sierra... but our ears are closed to you."
I would use 《Hallucinatory Hypnosis》 to rewrite Sierra's personality into someone else entirely.
That would resolve this entire mess once and for all. Of course, I hated the idea of doing something so inhumane, but against a monster like Sierra, I had no choice—
"——From where I’m sitting, it wasn't your ears I needed. It was your eyes."
Just as I was about to activate my power...
"If I used this openly, you would have countered it instantly. That’s why I did this. I played the part of the crawling loser just to deceive you both."
In an instant, a blinding radiance erupted from Sierra's chest.
By the time I realized what was happening... it was already over.
Among magic items, this was a masterpiece of supreme rarity.
This was the trump card Sierra Ringveid had prepared.
A special necklace created by a famous mage specifically to hunt down vicious 《Monster-Possessed》 individuals. The moment its effect is triggered, every living being in the vicinity suffers a mana rampage... resulting in a catastrophic debuff that could be described as sensory madness.
The power was designed to work with particular intensity against the 《Monster-Possessed》.
"Ugh...!"
Even a being who transcended the concept of invincibility—Cecil Imitation—was now forced into a state of total incapacitation.
"I can't... use my power...!"
Whether it’s magic or a unique ability, a certain level of concentration is required to use it. The debuff from the necklace didn't just block that concentration.
"Guh... aaah...!"
The torrent of mana raging inside her body was threatening to shut down her vital functions entirely. At this rate, she would certainly lose consciousness.
If that happened, they would be left defenseless before Sierra. They would fall prey to her venomous fangs and lose their lives.
As Cecil's mind spiraled into panic, the truth was...
Sierra Ringveid was also suffering from the necklace's power.
"I knew... about this beforehand... but..."
The necklace’s effect was indiscriminate; it couldn't be narrowed to a single target. Therefore, the user was also subjected to the debuff.
"They say the mage who made it... managed to slay a 《Monster-Possessed》 while under its effects... but I find that... hard to believe..."
Sensory madness caused by a mana rampage.
The specific "debuff" it granted Sierra was... extreme hypersensitivity.
"Hah... hff... ♥"
Even the slightest movement caused her thin dress to rub against her skin, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through her. Since she had been in an "open" mood today, she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Nngh... ♥"
Every time the fabric brushed against the tips of her breasts—those rosy peaks—she felt a light wave of ecstasy.
"In this state... I can't... ♥"
There was no way she could eliminate her enemies like this. Sierra was left with only one choice.
"It's infuriating... but I’ll have to... withdraw for now... ♥"
The duo of Cecil and Alvart was a threat among threats. However, as long as she was careful and didn't spare any time or effort, they weren't impossible to dispose of. Thus, Sierra decided to retreat and regroup.
"Wait...! You... stop...!"
If they let her escape here, there was no telling what kind of risks would come back to haunt them. But Cecil couldn't even move a finger now.
As her consciousness began to fade...
"We shall meet again... ♥ And that time... will be your... last ♥"
Sierra turned her back, her beautiful pink hair fluttering behind her.
She took a single step toward the exit... and in the next moment.
For her. For Cecil.
And most of all, for the man himself.
The ultimate "unforeseen circumstance" occurred.
"......?"
A presence.
The moment Sierra felt someone approaching from behind, two arms tore through the dim void.
Monyun ♥
A pair of hands grabbed Sierra’s voluptuous breasts from behind in a crushing grip.
"—————♥"
Because it was a complete surprise attack, the pleasure was so intense it nearly blew her consciousness away.
"Nngh ♥ Haaah ♥ Hff ♥ Aaaaahhhhhhhn! ♥"
A relentless onslaught of overwhelming sensation followed. Every time the figure behind her kneaded her breasts with a Gmyun ♥ Gmyun ♥, it felt like her very soul was melting.
"What are... you... ♥"
Her brain was a chaotic mess of intense pleasure and confusion. If the goal was a surprise assassination, she would have understood. But the opponent’s action—groping her chest—was utterly nonsensical.
"Who do you... think you... nhieee! ♥"
Before she could finish her sentence, the person behind her slid their hands between the dress and her bare skin. They began to massage her raw, explosive breasts without a hint of hesitation.
"N-kyuuu! ♥"
Rugged, firm hands were running wild inside her dress.
Gmonyun ♥ Munyun ♥ Tapun ♥ Tapun ♥
The raw contact seemed to provide intense stimulation not just to Sierra, but to the person doing the groping as well.
"——! ♥"
At that moment, Sierra felt a different kind of sensation. Against her thick, bouncy buttocks...
Something hard, thick, and hot... something massive was grinding against her.
"This... this size... ♥"
In an instant, a memory flashed through Sierra's mind.
At the banquet she had held to violate Clarice.
The thing she had stroked, sandwiched, and licked back then was exactly the same as the thing rubbing against her rear right now.
"Ah... ♥"
The part of the dress covering her lower body was ripped away with a Biri!
The object that had been curving her butt-cheeks moved between her soft thighs—and as soon as it arrived, Sierra understood.
She understood why the opponent hadn't gone for a lethal strike, but had instead resorted to such an indecent act.
Realizing the truth, her eyes narrowed with frustration and tears of humiliation began to fall.
"St... stop it... ♥"
Don't mess with me, she thought from the bottom of her heart.
This was nothing more than total retaliation.
To use an aphrodisiac to cloud the mind, force unwanted pleasure upon someone... and then drop them into despair.
What she had once done to Alvart Zesphiria was now... coming back to her in exactly the same way.
"Wh-who do you think I am... ♥ To someone like... you... ♥"
It was starting. It was about to begin.
But Sierra didn't have the physical strength to stop it. Combined with her sensitivity, which had been magnified several thousand times...
She couldn't offer a shred of resistance against the opening act.
"Nhieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen! ♥"
Cecil Imitation’s eyes couldn't see the details of what was causing that horrific, melodic scream.
"Alvart...?"
As she collapsed, desperately clinging to her fading consciousness, Cecil analyzed the situation. There was no doubt that Sierra had fallen into Alvart’s hands and was having something done to her.
The key question was why he had taken such action. Or rather, how he was able to.
That was the "unforeseen circumstance" for everyone present.
The necklace Sierra used had a devastating effect on Alvart as well. Like Cecil, he should have lost his ability to use magic and passed out almost instantly.
But that meant the 《Hallucinatory Hypnosis》 he constantly used on his own body to suppress his urges also vanished.
Therefore... while he was technically "unconscious," his spirit had mutated into someone else entirely.
In short.
The man standing there was undeniably Alvart—the protagonist of a brutal, rape-focused eroge.
"I’ll... kill you... ♥ I’ll definitely... kill youuuuuuuuuu! ♥"
Cecil still didn't understand what was happening. Her vision was gone, but her hearing was still functioning, if only slightly.
Pan! ♥ Pan! ♥ Pan! ♥ Pan! ♥ Pan! ♥
The sound of something being rhythmically struck reached her ears.
"......"
Well, she could pretty much guess the rest.
"Nguu ♥ Mmmh ♥ Chuh ♥ D-don't kiss meeee... ♥ My mouth will be fouled—"
Right after she heard that line...
The sound of someone drowning.
The sound of something being shoved into a mouth over and over.
The sound of someone slurping noodles with all their might.
Those sounds echoed for a while, and then...
"Nooo ♥ No, nooo ♥ Not inside—nhieeeeeeeeeeen! ♥"
The final violation Sierra had performed on Clarice at the banquet was a gruesome "breeding show" involving an Orc with a massive tool.
While that had been an illusion, this... was undeniably real.
"Stupid, stupid, stupiiiiid ♥ No way I’m having a baby for someone like... you... nbuuh! ♥"
Cecil still couldn't see a thing. But judging by the sounds, Alvart’s work was merciless.
The body of a top-tier beauty who looked like an adult version of Clarice...
He savored her rich breasts, her soft thighs, and her thick buttocks to the absolute limit.
"N-kyuuuuuuuuuuuuu! ♥"
Her beautiful pink hair. Her white, lovely face.
He stained them all with the color of his own desires, exactly as he pleased.
"I... I surrender... ♥ I surrender! So please... forgive meeee! ♥"
Her arrogant personality. Her pride-soaked ego.
He shattered them all without mercy.
"No more... aaaaaaahhh! ♥ The pleasure... I don't want it anymore! Aaaaaaaahhh! ♥"
He hadn't intended for this to happen, but...
Alvart had given Sierra the "ultimate satisfaction" she had craved.
No, he had given her something far beyond that concept.
"I’m... breaking... ♥ My head... it’s gonna go... pop! ♥"
The immense pleasure was now a living hell for Sierra.
And so, Cecil whispered. From the depths of her heart, she aimed one final word at the target of her revenge.
"Serve you right."
With those words, Cecil lost consciousness.
But that didn't mean Alvart’s violation play was over.
"N-kyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! ♥"
Sierra’s screams echoed through the mansion. But they reached no one.
It was as if...
She were being devoured by the Night King.
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