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1. **Content Sensitivity:** This narrative includes explicit descriptions of sexual themes and may not be suitable for all audiences.

2. **Emotional Impact:** Expect intense scenarios and complex emotional dynamics throughout the story.

3. **Mature Themes:** Themes of attachment and seduction are explored within a simulated gaming context.

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            Tl Bree

 

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“Could you spread your legs a bit more?”

 

Khan whispered as he placed the brush right in front of Dia’s thighs. With his breath even touching her, it felt almost maddening.

 

“Oh, okay….”

 

She responded to his request, but she was worried about exposing too much as she tried to open her legs. Yet, telling him to close his eyes and imagine sucking and biting on his flesh wouldn’t make any sense.

 

Eventually, as she spread her legs, Khan immediately reached into her groin.

 

“…Have you met Ahotep?”

 

While sweeping her groin with the brush, he asked in a soft, hesitant voice.

 

“Uh, yeah… I met him….”

 

Dia answered in a weak voice as if the question wasn’t too awkward.

 

“When I was undressing you earlier, there were marks.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“…Your buttocks were slightly swollen.”

 

Dia’s body jolted. Why hadn’t she thought of that? Ahotep had hit her buttocks hard.

 

“Khan!”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Don’t ask too many questions.”

 

Dia retorted with a flushed face. She didn’t want to admit that she had been spanked like a child, and she didn’t want the fact that it happened with Ahotep to be known either.

 

It was just an accident that happened between them. The worst accident that happened inevitably due to the system.

 

But Khan twisted his lips as if he had tasted something bitter.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

Dia turned her head. Even though she wondered if she was being mean, she didn’t apologize because she didn’t want to talk about the same subject.

 

Khan closed his mouth and continued with his task. The brush soon reached her groin.

 

Dia bit her lip. It was awkward to even say stop because of the tense atmosphere.

 

“Uh….”

 

Nevertheless, the moans that escaped were inevitable.

 

The densely gathered hair burned her groin, and occasionally a few strands brushed against her conspiracy. Eventually, Khan’s hand moved to the inner thigh.

 

“…It’s probably dirty here too.”

 

“What on earth are you saying… Ugh!”

 

“There may still be traces.”

 

[Warning! The player’s ‘action’ has stimulated ‘Khan Heramut’ in an abnormal manner. The rate of obsession increase will now accelerate.]

 

At that moment, a red alert window popped up. Dia was shocked in front of the system that turned bright red like a disaster warning.

 

“Khan! It’s… It’s clean there!”

 

Dia glanced at the warning window and desperately tried to stop Khan’s hand. But the more she resisted, the darker Khan’s expression became.

 

Suddenly, the system issued a new warning window.

 

[Game Tip: When the red alert sounds, do not stimulate the solution character excessively. In the worst case, you will enter a route outside the narrative.]

 

‘What…? A route outside the narrative?’

 

Dia’s movements stopped. She had never heard about routes outside the narrative from the developers. Suddenly, her throat felt chilly. It was creepy.

 

Dia didn’t know that the dating simulation game could be such a terrifying game.

 

‘Khan Heramut.’

 

As Khan raised his head, his status window appeared above him.

 

[Khan Heramut]

 

[Affection: 55]

 

[Obsession: 10]

 

The affection had risen from 45 to 55, and the obsession had increased from -10 to 10. When did it change like this?

 

One thing was for sure, even when the player wasn’t looking, the stats fluctuated.

 

But no matter how you look at it, when the obsession reached 10, the alarm sounded. It was a little, no, it was very scary.

 

Dia spoke to Khan with a trembling voice.

 

“I know what you’re imagining right now, but there was nothing like that with Ahotep.”

 

“…?”

 

Khan seemed to widen his eyes for a moment, then quickly turned cold again.

 

‘Khan Heramut ‘is suspicious’ of the player’s words. Obsession increased by 5.’

 

Dia reluctantly spoke up.

 

“If you’re so suspicious, why don’t you take a look? Spread it out and see for yourself.”

 

“Uh…?”

 

Only then did Khan appear puzzled. He seemed to be gradually regaining his senses. Until just now, he had been staring menacingly at her inner thighs with a pale face, but now he looked innocent.

 

Dia cleared her throat and spoke again.

 

“Still not convinced? Then apologize to me…”

 

“Thank you for your suggestion. So… Can I check?”

 

Dia’s hand hesitated.

 

‘Oh no…’

 

It seemed that Khan’s personality trait of ‘immorality’ wasn’t entirely wrong. She nodded her head, thinking it would be best to just avoid the alarm situation for now.

 

“Please spread your legs.”

 

As Dia cautiously spread her legs, Khan firmly held her thighs with both hands, perhaps to prevent her from changing her mind and escaping.

 

Dia was disgusted by his determined attitude. It was a moment when her past perception of him as a loyal soldier faded away.

 

“I can’t tell just by looking. I’m sorry, but can you spread it yourself?”

 

“W-Where?”

 

“Ah, sorry. The entrance.”

 

Khan had been staring intently at her crotch all this time. His gaze was so blatant that it made her body feel hot.

 

As Dia reluctantly spread her labia, Khan leaned forward.

 

“The surface seems clean.”

 

Yeah, the surface…

 

“If there are any traces, they would be inside. May I insert my finger to check?”

 

Khan’s gaze was stern. It was a gaze filled with determination, as if he were searching for a traitor hiding in the enemy camp.

 

Dia struggled to regain her fading composure. Whether she spoke or not, Khan extended his finger to her.

 

“If I do it myself, it might make you uncomfortable. Please allow me.”

 

So, Khan’s words meant that Dia wanted him to insert his finger into her to check for herself.

 

Dia sighed deeply and grabbed Khan’s wrist.

 

“…However, if there are no traces, be prepared for the consequences.”

 

“Yes. I will keep that in mind.”

 

But even though she said she would keep it in mind, Khan’s attention was solely focused on the possibility of foreign substances inside her vagina.

 

Dirty residues from Ahotep’s whip. Damp and yellowish traces of a man’s filth. Perhaps even dirty substances stuck under the foreskin.

 

Veins bulged in Khan’s neck, tensed with anticipation. Impulse surged. He wanted to kill anyone, absolutely anyone, overwhelmed by a terrifying urge.

 

Khan didn’t know the cause of his behavior. He only knew that the rising anger or the sediment of emotions would eventually lead him to despair.

 

So, he had to do such an absurd thing. For his survival. To escape the sudden madness that followed him.

 

“Uh, ah.”

 

Dia guided his finger into the hole. It felt strange.

 

Perhaps Khan’s fingers were unusually thick. Even though only one was inserted, the pressure was intense, and Dia unknowingly tensed her lower abdomen. No wonder she felt dirty inside.

 

It was embarrassing and burdensome for her to be in such a situation with someone she had only treated as a subordinate.

 

Yet, her body grew hotter.

 

“Hah…”

 

“…”

 

Khan stared intently at her as if she were overwhelmed by just inserting one finger.

 

Damn it, it was provocative. The woman who had been his master for three years was now biting his finger and moaning.

 

Khan gradually felt arousal in his lower body and bit his lip.

 

“Now… I’ll take it out… Haah.”

 

Dia struggled to pull Khan’s finger out and took a breath. Since he had only inserted it superficially, there wouldn’t have been any ejaculate deep inside.

 

However, his finger, which came out of the hole, was covered in semen. It was because Ahotep’s semen, which had been ejaculated inside, had flowed down and accumulated below.

 

‘Failed.’

 

Dia’s muttered exclamation hit the mark only in her inner thoughts.

 

“Khan Heramut” has recognized “Ahotep’s semen.” Obsession increased by 5.

 

“You lied to me…”

 

“Uh… Well, that’s…”

 

“May I ask for the reason, Dia?”

 

Khan bowed deeply. He couldn’t bring himself to see another man’s semen stuck to his own finger. Intense emotions boiled within him. Perhaps it was jealousy.

 

He deeply resented the man who had shown no emotions until now. And he was resentful towards her for deceiving him.

 

“Khan.”

 

“Yes, Dia.”

 

“I think you might be mistaken about something.”

 

Dia decided to be firm.

 

“Why should I report everything to you?”

 

“…”

 

“You’re just my mercenary.”

 

She gathered her legs together and covered herself with her hands.

 

“Understood.”

 

“…”

 

“Remember that from now on.”

 

This was a warning that she might not be able to control Khan’s madness if things continued like this.

 

She also knew what her mistake was. When she thought about it, everything was because of her choices, which ultimately led to him having expectations.

 

After a long silence, Khan nodded.

 

“I’m sorry…”

 

And just as he was about to continue speaking, a stream of water suddenly appeared from his bowed head, dripping onto the ground.

 

“I have… misunderstood too much. I apologize.”

 

Khan’s shoulders trembled violently.

 

Dia, surprised, hurriedly grabbed Khan’s hand. It was the hand that had been stained with semen.

 

“Khan, uh… Did you… misunderstand me?”

 

“I…”

 

The two met each other’s eyes at a point where the boundaries between top and bottom were clear.

 

Dia was the first to read the meaning in his eyes. She was shocked to see Khan’s dry expression. His eyes were moist, but his face was devoid of emotions.

 

“I thought our relationship had changed.”

 

“…Changed?”

 

“Yes. You wanted something other than respect from me, and you… also took what was mine.”

 

Dia bit her lip. If she could, she wanted to cover Khan’s mouth. Her conscience felt like it was tearing apart her chest.

 

“I apologize. My actions have made things difficult for you. I won’t do it again.”

 

“Never again… you say…”

 

“Yes.”

 

Dia was quite satisfied with her apology. She had admitted her mistake and apologized quickly. So, she thought they could reconcile soon. But that was her arrogant misconception.

 

“Khan Heramut” finds the player “irritating.” Obsession increased by 10.

 

[Warning! Khan Heramut’s attribute route has been unlocked.]

 

[Game Tip: When entering the attribute route, the existing narrative will be ignored, and you will quickly enter the ending. There is a high possibility of mental collapse in a more sordid ending. Be careful not to enter!]

 

Dia froze in place, unable to do anything but stare down at Khan.

 

Should she have scolded him instead of consoling him when the system warned? Perhaps that would have been the right answer.

 

But she had ordered Khan to understand, to clear up any misconceptions… and it seemed he did.

 

“Khan… Actually…”

 

It was when she opened her mouth to sort out the situation that a choice appeared before her.

 

Dia had a gut feeling. The desperate gamble of entering the attribute route was about to begin.

 

[Ahotep and what I did was for your sake.]

 

[You were just for fun. Oh, even sucking your cock was just a joke, I swear.]

 

Fortunately, the dialogue choices were not difficult. Anyone who chose the second option would enter the so-called attribute route and end up with a sordid ending.

 

Choosing the first option, however, Dia would confess something to Khan. While it might temporarily soothe his heart, it would lead to a rapid accumulation of affectionate narratives.

 

But affection could be adjusted later…

 

“Ahotep and what I did was for your sake.”

 

And the next line flowed out of Dia’s mouth on its own.

 

“I like your plump, big breasts. Ahotep, on the other hand, has a mundane body.”

 

“Ah…”

 

“I didn’t tell you because I thought you’d be uncomfortable. After all, I’m your employer.”

 

The system-assigned lines ended here.

 

Dia felt a little despair. She had become someone who liked plump, big breasts in the end.

 

In fact, Ahotep also had a rather impressive chest. She was worried that it was too blatant to favor only Khan.

 

But Khan’s face only turned slightly red, showing no signs of displeasure. Instead, the corners of his mouth were faintly upturned.

 

“… You liked it, didn’t you?”

 

Khan smiled down at his own chest. It was the first time Dia had seen such a pretty smile from him in the three years they had been together.

 

“Uh, yeah.”

 

“In that case, would you like to touch?”

 

“Yeah… Huh?”

 

Dia looked at Khan with startled rabbit eyes.

 

“It’s okay to use yours, Dia. I’m willing to give it to you gladly.”

 

Was Khan aware of what he was saying right now?

 

Dia swallowed her saliva as she looked at his chest, which was twice as large as an ordinary man’s. She wondered if he could hear the sound of her swallowing.

 

That chest that seemed too big to fit in one hand… Now it was hers? Dia unconsciously reached out her hand.

 

“Wow…”

 

The chest muscles were firm and massive like rocks. There was even some flesh to it, making it feel pleasant to touch.

 

Dia rummaged through the thin tunic Khan was wearing. This time, she could see his nipples. The nipples, faded by the sunlight, were not ivory but rather a rusty color.

 

In the center stood Khan’s nipple. It was already hard in excitement under Dia’s touch.

 

Dia pressed the nipple with her fingernail. Khan let out a shallow groan.

 

Dia admitted it. She liked Khan’s chest.

 

Because it was a game, couldn’t they just do whatever they wanted, regardless of the narrative? Before she knew it, Dia imagined scenes of herself and Khan being intimate.

 

“Uh, Dia…”

 

“Khan, sit on the pedestal.”

 

When Dia ordered Khan with a dazed look, he didn’t hesitate and sat on the pedestal right away.

 

She immediately climbed onto Khan’s lap and said, “Can I suck…?”

 

“Ah, it’s an honor.”

 

“Yeah… Alright.”

 

Dia stroked his chin like soothing a beast.

 

Khan’s face flushed as if it were about to explode.

 

Soon, she molded his broad chest with one hand. With her tongue, she teased his nipples, licking his chest until it was covered in saliva. It all felt like a dream.

 

Meanwhile, Khan slowly reached out and spread Dia’s thighs. Then, he inserted two fingers into her vagina without hesitation.

 

“Ah…! Khan, there…!”

 

“I have to clean everything out. It’s dirty.”

 

Dia’s waist trembled. It was overwhelming enough with just one finger inside, but now that two fingers were in, the pressure was immense.

 

Although Khan knew that, he persistently scraped against her inner walls.

 

“Ah, it hurts…! Uh…!”

 

“I’m sorry. But you have to endure it.”

 

Khan smiled bitterly. In fact, treating her so roughly was his way of getting back at Dia.

 

He harbored intense jealousy. He couldn’t accept that Dia had sex with another man and even swallowed his semen. Why was that? Why did he care so much when he was just a petty existence to her?

 

Even though he was just a trivial being to her, Khan wanted to become her one and only precious existence by any means necessary.

 

“It’s flowing a lot. Quite a lot.”

 

Khan laughed gleefully as he watched the semen flowing out. Even though they had been together for three years, Khan had never ejaculated inside her vagina. Dia probably couldn’t even imagine how unfair this was.

 

“Uh… Khan, I think it’s all out now.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

He sighed. There would probably be much more left. She didn’t know, but Ahotep had really gone deep inside her.

 

If that was the case, he might as well want to hold her. Khan’s penis throbbed and rose higher.

 

“Khan… Um.”

 

She still hadn’t noticed Khan’s erect penis. She was just savoring his large chest absentmindedly.

 

Khan cautiously wrapped his arms around Dia’s arm. When she was completely absorbed and unsuspecting, he could just push his penis inside her.

 

The tender-hearted Dia would eventually reluctantly accept it.

 

“Haah…”

 

Khan seemed to be satisfied just by imagining it. So, he grabbed Dia’s waist and secretly took hold of his erect penis.

 

Then, when Dia wasn’t looking at him, he touched the tip of his glans to her vagina.

 

“Ah…”

 

Only then did Dia, realizing that something was strange, look at Khan.

 

But by then, the penetration had already begun.

 

“Ah, ah…!”

 

“Ha, hnn.”

 

Dia screamed in sudden pain.

 

Khan’s hard glans poked into the hole that hadn’t widened enough yet.

 

“Uh, ugh…! What the heck…! Ugh!”

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

Although Khan’s tone was polite, his actions were the opposite. Without caring about Dia’s condition, he thrust his swollen penis inside.

 

The narrow entrance, barely accommodating a finger, widened and stretched as Khan’s thick shaft pushed in. Khan marveled at it. It was narrow, but the deeper he went, the smoother the walls became.

 

Dia’s lips felt good, but her vagina felt even better than he imagined. If he could penetrate here every day, he would gladly offer his soul to the sun god.

 

“Ha, Dia, lean on me.”

 

“Uh, it hurts… It hurts.”

 

Dia pushed Khan’s chest away with a sob. The hole that had been shocked by Ahotep’s giant glans widened again. Khan’s own was sizable enough to make it burdensome for her.

 

Continuing the intercourse was unreasonable. The swollen glans caused pain with each friction. But Khan savored Dia’s pain, persistently thrusting his penis all the way to the end of her walls.

 

“You have to accommodate me too, Dia.”

 

“Haah… What is this…”

 

“It’s your vagina, Dia.”

 

“But… Ugh!”

 

Khan finally succeeded in forcing his root into her vagina. He gently ran his hand through Dia’s sweaty hair and whispered to her.

 

“Your vagina has widened just like my shape. You’ve swallowed mine to the end just like you did with your mouth.”

 

“Stop… Khan… Ugh!”

 

Khan’s damp scrotum hit between Dia’s buttocks. His movements became rougher.

 

Around her genitals, both vaginal fluid and semen were abundant.

 

Dia felt a fullness down to her lower abdomen and sobbed. Khan relentlessly thrust his penis to the end of her walls, not getting tired.

 

“I’ll make you forget about Ahotep. Dia.”

 

Khan’s tone became somewhat solemn. He wrapped his waist so that Dia couldn’t get up and started pounding his penis vigorously.

 

Her vagina was slippery, and her head was spinning. Tears kept streaming down.

 

“Ugh… Ah, huuu…”

 

“Haah, ugh.”

 

Khan sniffed Dia’s scent from behind, biting her neck. Red marks appeared on her white flesh.

 

He wanted to suck her nipples too. When they were in her mouth, those full breasts looked enticing.

 

Khan grabbed Dia’s two breasts roughly.

 

“Ah, aahh…!”

 

“You always carried these big breasts half-exposed, Dia.”

 

Khan laughed bitterly with jealousy. He had never been interested in exposing Hittite women before, but Dia was different.

 

The breasts that protruded through linen every time were obscene and tempting. Perhaps all men would have imagined ejaculating on those breasts.

 

He put his hand under her lower breasts and lifted them. They were as heavy as they were voluminous.

 

“Khan, ugh… Ah…”

 

“How would you like me to touch them? Please tell me.”

 

“Uh, I… I want…”

 

Dia looked at Khan’s large hand. He was massaging her chest back and forth.

 

As her soft caresses eased the pain in her genitals, her insides began to throb. Her body, which had started to feel pleasure, began to release fluids.

 

But Dia wanted to be handled roughly by Khan.

 

“I want you to… Roughly… Ugh, however you want…”

 

“I’m glad you like pain. Fortunately.”

 

Khan smiled with relief. In fact, from the moment he saw Dia’s breasts, he wanted to handle her roughly.

 

He worried because she seemed to be in pain just from the insertion, but fortunately, she seemed to enjoy being rough.

 

“Then, I’ll tease you as much as I want.”

 

“Yeah… That’s okay.”

 

Khan squeezed Dia’s soft breasts until their shape collapsed. The flesh, tinged with redness from being squeezed hard, swelled up.

 

Dia moaned loudly. Khan confidently grabbed her nipples this time.

 

“Ah… Khan…!”

 

Dia cried out in surprise at Khan’s name. Her breasts were buried in flesh, not fully erect.

 

Khan pinched and pulled her swollen nipples. The stimulation was too intense.

 

Dia twisted her waist and sobbed. Her vagina was damp around it.

 

“You seem to like pain a lot. Coarse and… It’s lovely.”

 

“Ah, it hurts… Ugh!”

 

“Because you like pain, right? So, you’re happy even when I pinch them tightly with my nails.”

 

Khan pinched the center of her nipple with his nails, causing her to cry out and tremble.

 

“Look. You’re shaking your hips like a cat in heat.”

 

She was truly a lascivious woman. If he had known she could devour his body so eagerly, he would have attacked her from the beginning.

 

At that time, he looked up to her as if she were a high person like the sky, but now she was just his woman.

 

Khan laughed lewdly. If they were back in Ranno, alone together, he would have definitely raped Dia. Despite being a guardsman, he would have made her bear his child.

 

“Your nipples are so red. Do you want me to torment you more?”

 

“Yeah… Please…”

 

Damn it. Khan cursed under his breath. He almost backed down at her desperate request.

 

“Please move yourself to tighten around my penis. Then I’ll torment you as much as you want.”

 

Maybe it was a sinister remark. Because the words “torment you” sounded clearer and more ominous than any other words.

 

But Dia wanted even greater pleasure than this, and she was fully aware that this was a game.

 

She didn’t consider embarrassment and greedily nibbled away at his thick pillar. And she moved her hips to make sure the glans hit her inner walls

 

Dia raised her hips again as if resigned. Just as the glans were about to come in and out, she sat back down and swallowed it to the root.

 

“Ugh!”

 

Khan bit his lips hard, barely holding back his ejaculation. The veins of his shaft were swollen with blood.

 

Despite knowing that he shouldn’t ejaculate inside her like Ahotep did, he also wanted to ejaculate inside her.

 

“Haah, hnn. Dia.”

 

Khan forcefully squeezed her swollen breasts and grabbed her waist.

 

“Ah, aahh! Wait, Khan…! Ah, aahhh…!”

 

It happened in an instant. When the glans pierced her innermost part, Dia trembled all over as if she would faint. Clear saliva flowed out between her open lips.

 

Khan pulled and twisted her nipples hard. Soon, Dia breathed heavily and collapsed. It was the climax of a woman that Khan witnessed for the first time.

 

“Haah, haah….”

 

When Dia regained her senses, Khan was already absent-minded.

 

He stared blankly at Dia’s body and suddenly turned into a wild beast, moving his pelvis.

 

“Ah, ugh…! Khan, it hurts, stop…!”

 

“Ha, ugh! Damn it, I won’t stop. Damn it, Dia.”

 

Khan lost his reason. How could he endure seeing Dia, who had become his, being taken advantage of? Now Dia belonged to him forever. His selfish desire dominated everything.

 

Soon, the feeling of ejaculation came. He pushed his glans all the way to where Ahotep’s semen had been.

 

“Ah, ugh! If you ejaculate… Not, ugh!”

 

“Dia. Don’t say that it’s not allowed. I’m going to ejaculate. Inside you, ugh!”

 

Khan’s penis twitched and ejaculated semen through his urethra. Even at that moment, Khan held Dia’s lower abdomen tightly so that she couldn’t escape anywhere. It was a terrifying obsession.

 

Dia looked at Khan with bewildered eyes. If this were reality, she had been ejaculated inside by two trash men without any countermeasures.

 

‘But this is just a game.’

 

Dia clenched her fist. It was neither anger nor injustice, but a display of gratitude for this obsession and madness created by the developers, as well as the game that was sexually open.

 

Above all, the fact that she could enter into such a coercive relationship so naturally.

 

Is this heaven?

 

“Dia.”

 

Khan called her shamelessly as if nothing had happened.

 

Now it was time for acting. The system seemed to know that and provided choices at an amazing timing.

 

[You bastard… It’s too embarrassing and shameful. Take responsibility for me.]

 

[Since you had me once, you won’t need to seek me out again.]

 

[Ha! You couldn’t hold back until I came twice. Premature ejaculation bastard.]

 

‘Wow, the second line is exactly what Ahotep said.’

 

Dia quietly clicked her tongue. The system acknowledged and reused trash lines.

 

Nevertheless, it was too obvious a matter to look at. One of the second and third options would be entering the route, and the other would be deviating from it.

 

Dia didn’t want any of them, so she chose the first option, although it was a bit melodramatic.

 

“You bastard… It’s too embarrassing and shameful. Take responsibility for me.”

 

And as soon as she finished speaking, a transparent notification window popped up frighteningly.

 

‘Khan Heramut’ feels ‘strong responsibility’ from the player’s words. Affection has increased by 10.

 

Ultimately, the affection increased terrifyingly.

 

“If Dia is okay…”

 

Khan bowed his head and spoke in a slightly trembling voice.

 

His penis was still buried in her vagina, but he didn’t pull it out.

 

Dia was horrified by Khan’s growing organ. But before Dia could say anything, Khan interrupted her with a scary speed.

 

“I want to raise Dia’s child.”

 

“….”

 

Dia, at a loss for words, slowly got up. Fortunately, since the penis had not yet fully grown, it slipped out of Dia’s insides as she slid off.

 

“Ah…”

 

Khan exhaled a regretful breath.

 

Dia put on the clothes that had fallen on the floor and crossed her arms in place. It was a gesture to draw a line.

 

Having escaped from the crisis of the attribute route, Dia now felt the need to teach Khan about the reality he faced.

 

“Khan. There won’t be pregnancy from this incident.”

 

“Excuse me…?”

 

Khan’s face stiffened abruptly, as if he had been expecting pregnancy and had made a mistake.

 

“But it will be difficult to obtain silphium. And as for crocodile dung…”

 

In Hittite, where silphium could not be cultivated, contraception was mainly achieved by inserting crocodile dung into the vagina. Alternatively, there was a method using acacia bark, but it was less effective than crocodile dung. Either way, it was a contraceptive method that was undoubtedly unpleasant.

 

In fact, the certainty that she would not become pregnant was purely Dia’s intuition. Of course, even thinking rationally, it would be impossible in terms of game progression.

 

Dia looked at Khan with a somewhat solemn expression.

 

“I heard from a prophet before that I have a body that is difficult to conceive.”

 

In Hittite society, where superstition and prophecy were trusted more than medicine, there could be no better excuse. As expected, Khan’s face showed signs of resignation.

 

“Really…?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Khan’s eyes darkened. However, he soon collected his thoughts and stood up from the damp spot.

 

“I’ll tidy up here. You can go into the bath if you want.”

 

“Okay. Thank you.”

 

The two returned to their original relationship without awkwardness. While Khan tidied up the bedding, scattered tools, and clothes, she soothed her tired body.

 

The torches placed on each angular corner clearly delineated the distance between the two. The farther apart they were, the more the shadows of the fire that crossed between them danced.

 

And Khan’s heart was also gradually burning dark.

 

* * *

 

It was a dawn that had visited Ahotep’s mansion after a few days.

 

Dia forced her eyes accustomed to the darkness and went out to the courtyard. It was a weather with calm drizzles after the sandstorms of the night.

 

Even on such a day, it would be nice to take a break, but Secretary Rohard confirmed Dia from afar and rushed over.

 

He held a bunch of documents that had been written last night. Despite having tied and untied them several times, they seemed to break and burst at any moment.

 

But he stubbornly picked out the document he wanted.

 

“We received a notice that the presentation ceremony will be held ten days from now.”

 

“From Panku?”

 

“Yes, that’s correct.”

 

Dia read through the documents Rohard handed her and eventually laughed out loud. Ahotep’s decision hadn’t changed. The ceremony would be conducted privately.

 

“Where?”

 

“It’s Kardi-Arinna.”

 

The location was unexpected. She thought it would be held in the palace, but it was an outdoor venue. Seeing Dia’s puzzled expression, Rohard added an explanation.

 

“It’s scheduled to hold a pre-ceremony ritual there.”

 

“What?”

 

It was when the thin drizzles began to thicken. With the humid atmosphere, Dia’s complexion also sank.

 

‘The ritual here… It’s not a fight between dogs.’

 

Dia’s concerns were there.

 

The “fight” Rohard mentioned was not the type of match where dogs were made to fight. Rather, it was similar to the ancient Greek pankration.

 

Standing naked, the two would engage in a physical fight until one of them died. Weapons were prohibited, and they could not request even a sip of water during the match.

 

Since the match wouldn’t end until someone died, the audience and the players inevitably had to hope for someone’s death.

 

“Nobles have made considerable donations to hold the match in Panku.”

 

Dia leaned against the pillar with her arms crossed. In the end, the nobles’ interest was in entertainment rather than the succession test. After all, in their eyes, Theos was the next Tabarna.

 

“So, you need to decide on the kuwas to send to the match by tomorrow.”

 

“Hmm… How should I decide?”

 

“Usually, it’s customary to send one’s owned slaves to the match, but…”

 

Rohard’s words trailed off.

 

None of the nobles had a slave who had been away from Hittite for three years like her.

 

Dia clicked her tongue and asked.

 

“Is there another way?”

 

“Yes. Would you like to visit the arena directly?”

 

“The arena…”

 

It was also daunting, but there was no choice but to accept it. The sudden appearance of the system urged her on.

 

[Quest ‘Strange Fate’. Move to the arena now.]

 

[Quest progress 2/3]

 

The forgotten quest prompted her to meet the last strategy character. Dia lowered her gaze from the system window and ordered Rohard.

 

“Don’t tell Khan, quietly prepare the horse.”

 

“Yes, I’ll inform the stable manager.”

 

If he knew this fact, it was obvious that he would follow along as it was dangerous. In that case, the quest could be disrupted.

 

Dia couldn’t afford such risks on the board where she didn’t know what situation would unfold.

 

Shortly after Rohard left the hall, two waiting maids approached her. Dia followed the maids back to her room to prepare.

 

* * *

 

Idallus Arena.

 

Located northeast of Marasatia, Idallus Arena was a large gambling den for high-ranking nobles.

 

There, nobles bought and sold slave children for the matches, and wagered wealth on favored slaves.

 

Since the bundles of shekels were cumbersome and heavy, most patrons traded with tokens indicating ownership. The targets ranged from expensive cheeses to dozens of sheep.

 

It had been a black market for over decades. Treating humans like livestock, it was both a paradise and hell for greedy humans.

 

However, ominous rumors had started circulating about the arena three years ago. It was rumored that someone of authority had murdered the original manager and taken over the arena, turning it into his playground.

 

No one knew the truth. Regardless of the situation at the arena, the slaves barely managed to survive, and the nobles only flashed greedy eyes.

 

Tarek, who was there, was one of the resigned slaves.

 

He didn’t know how to speak. Sold to the arena by his parents as soon as he was born, he had never received proper education. Furthermore, since the age of 15, he had to kill his peers in the arena, so he didn’t even have the concept of ‘murder.’

 

He had never eaten human flesh, but when he was on the brink of starvation, he had felt the urge to kill other slaves and extract their organs for food.

 

In the end, he barely survived by eating his own excrement, but if such a moment came again, he would surely resort to eating human flesh.

 

Thus, Tarek’s life was an unredeemable useless existence. However, if there was one advantageous point for him, it was his handsome face. Despite the rough, scarred skin, his features were splendid, like those of a high-quality doll.

 

Moreover, his body, forged through surviving hundreds of matches, was sturdy and robust. Due to constant battering, his abdominal skin was thin and insignificant, but his arm muscles, which had killed hundreds of colleagues bare-handedly, were tremendous. And the calf muscles, cultivated for defense, were like rough rocks.

 

Despite learning only instincts to kill and fight to survive, he had been subjected to sexual harassment several times due to his appearance.

 

Nobles with strange tastes tortured him with tools on his anus, and sometimes kicked his empty stomach with a bit in his mouth.

 

Of course, he felt no pleasure at all. He had never received sexual education, so he didn’t even know what sex was, let alone what pleasure was.

 

The first thing he learned from the nobles was how to shake his buttocks, so Tarek’s life was nothing more than a swamp where there was no hope of improvement.

 

“Tarek.”

 

The caretaker of the stable, who appeared after a long time, dropped a piece of lamb onto Tarek’s plate.

 

“There’s a group match today.”

 

“…”

 

Tarek glanced at the meat in front of him, drooling slightly. It was his first meal in three days after enduring hunger.

 

“You can eat as much as you want. Because of her grace, you’ll need your strength soon.”

 

Tarek’s eyes widened. It was a dirty word that nobles used to tease him. Dick. He instinctively averted his eyes from the food and glared at the caretaker. But the caretaker just chuckled and didn’t hit him.

 

“You can enjoy your meal today because there’s a whore who will take your yellow sperm.”

 

The caretaker spat on the meat and laughed weirdly before leaving. Tarek pushed away his plate and sat back in the corner. His gaze kept drifting towards the food, but he couldn’t reach out his hand.

 

He felt like he shouldn’t eat it.

 

It was the first strong conviction Tarek had ever felt in his life.

 

* * *

 

Dia’s first impression of Idallus Arena was discomfort. Even outside the entrance, the stench of blood lingered, and the various sweat odors tainted with madness were unbearable. She couldn’t believe that nobles who pretended to be noble frequented such places.

 

The exterior was more serious than the smell.

 

Several roughly built houses made of mud bricks. Without windows, the large stone gate visible as the entrance was the only passage in and out of the house.

 

From time to time, sick soldiers stood guard around, perhaps watching the slaves. Dia was convinced that they were addicted to drugs. Their sharp stench of snorting herbs, their grotesque gait, there was nothing normal about them. They were beasts difficult to handle before they were humans.

 

‘There’s… a last strategy character here?’

 

Dia glanced at the notification window that had been twinkling since earlier with suspicious eyes. She felt a little regretful.

 

Should she have brought Khan? There was nothing here but the smell of death. Perhaps she herself might die.

 

‘I have to save this time.’

 

Dia anxiously summoned the save window with trembling hands. Soon, the familiar penalty warning window appeared before her.

 

[Would you like to save?]

 

[Yes/No]

 

[Save penalty: The severity of the initial Mary Bad Ending will be enhanced.]

 

Severity…?

 

Since Dia didn’t know the basic severity of the Mary Bad Ending, she couldn’t grasp how terrifying this penalty might be.

 

But were there any other options? No matter how she thought about it, completing the game without saving seemed like an impossible task.

 

As Dia hesitantly selected “Yes,” a new unfamiliar choice immediately appeared.

 

SYSTEM: For the player’s mental health, you can choose to enhance one severity factor.

 

1. Physical harm
2. Violence
3. Coercive relationships
4. Detainment
5. Hatred
6. Abnormal sex
7. Tragedy
8. Enhance all factors slightly

 

“…Is this game serious?”

 

Judging by this choice, there was no doubt that the severity of the Mary Bad Ending would be determined by these seven factors.

 

Physical harm… That’s too gruesome, so let’s pass.

 

Violence… It might be bearable up to a certain point, but anything beyond that is too scary, so let’s pass.

 

Coercive relationships… This might be more tolerable than expected…

 

‘Ah.’

 

No. Dia shook her head, recalling the previous Bad Ending. There was a huge difference between being prepared for something and suddenly experiencing it without warning.

 

Dia felt a little fearful at the thought of enhancing the “Coercive relationships” factor. So, instead, she focused on option 4.

 

‘Well, compared to that, detainment might be like a comfortable paradise.’

 

As this was her first taste of the Mary Bad Ending, she wanted to take a safe route. If the severity of detainment was enhanced, she could be content with being confined as long as she was allowed to eat and sleep.

 

Dia confidently selected option 4, detainment.

 

[SYSTEM: ‘Detainment’ has been selected.]

[Warning! Upon entering the initial Mary Bad Ending, there is a higher possibility of mental collapse due to detainment.]

 

Well, it’s detainment, not detainment leading to mental collapse. Despite the unsettling red warning, Dia stubbornly nodded her head.

 

Mental collapse? That’s unlikely. With her strong mental fortitude, she could endure the detainment imposed by the conqueror.

 

“Are you here to watch the matches?”

 

A man who appeared to be the gatekeeper of the arena approached Dia. She pulled her hood further over her face and nodded in response.

 

“I’ll guide you. Follow me.”

 

As the man led her away, he abruptly stopped humming, and a strange voice emanated from the dying man’s lips.

 

Just passing by, it wouldn’t have been strange, just a trivial, ordinary voice.

 

‘Escape…’

 

Dia turned back to look at the man once more. Why did the sight of him covered in blood not feel unfamiliar? And why was it her who heard the man’s voice?

 

“Wait.”

 

She called out to the gatekeeper, who looked at her with a slightly colder expression.

 

“The match is about to begin. You must hurry.”

 

At the man’s words, a new screen appeared before Dia.

 

[Would you like to kill the gatekeeper?]

 

[Yes/No]

 

Dia’s expression froze at the text of the choice. To kill a person.

 

Even though this was a virtual reality and different from reality, her ‘sensations’ were real. Despite being a skilled gamer, killing someone was not an easy task.

 

Moreover, as in most games, murder often led to a bad ending. If she killed the gatekeeper and rescued the runaway slave, the slave might kill Dia in return.

 

[No]

 

“Take me to the arena.”

 

“Please follow me.”

 

The man’s humming resumed as he quickened his pace. But it was strange. It didn’t seem entirely normal, perhaps due to the atmosphere.

 

“If it’s okay with you, would you like to see the combatants before the match…?”

 

“Ah, you’re here to buy a combatant, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes. I need a slave for personal use.”

 

Even as she spoke, Dia felt a tightness in her chest. Despite knowing how the slaves were treated here and how they approached the matches, she had come not to save but to trade.

 

Dia forced a smile even before the gatekeeper could respond. Her actions now were no different from not rescuing the dying man earlier. Her own priorities came first before others’.

 

“After the matches, then. You’ll see which one is the strongest…”

 

The gatekeeper pointed to the stage where the matches would take place, wearing a significant smile.

 

Nobles had high seats to watch the match comfortably, and the setting was neat without any extravagant decorations.

 

Soon, a man who appeared to be the judge stood on the stage. He made a grand gesture towards the slaves who were waiting behind him.

 

“Now, it seems the match is about to begin. Please, enjoy yourselves.”

 

The gatekeeper left her side. Dia looked nervously at the stage.

 

The slaves ascended the stairs one by one and stood on the sturdy platform. They all had dark expressions, but for some reason, their faces seemed resigned.

 

Dia had heard rumors that the nobles excited the slaves with aphrodisiacs to win the match. Was that the reason for their demeanor?

 

Dia noticed that all their genitals were erect.

 

“Today’s match is prepared as a group match!”

 

The judge shouted loudly towards the audience.

 

“So, we’ve changed the rules a bit.”

 

The nobles cheered at the judge’s words. Though their faces were not visible in the darkness, they all seemed to be looking at the judge with eager anticipation.

 

In an instant, the stage heated up. But Dia was plagued by an eerie chill.

 

‘I have a bad feeling.’

 

Just then, the open door closed, and the air grew heavy rapidly. As people’s breaths quickened, it felt like the air she could breathe was thinning.

 

“The goal of this match is not murder, but copulation.”

 

A loud cheer erupted from the audience stands. Dia looked at the judge with disbelief. His explanation made her doubt her ears. Copulation?

 

“We have ten bitches prepared here today. We’ve generously filled them with aphrodisiacs!”

 

A loud whistle came from a group of nobles. Encouraged by the enthusiastic response, the judge continued speaking with more vigor.

 

“We’ve put in enough doses that if they don’t copulate, they’ll die! So, if you don’t want to die, put your dicks in and extract the semen.”

 

Dia sighed deeply. Was this it? Were they turning the unfortunate slaves into sex slaves this time?

 

It was a predictable development. The nobles would mock and rape the slaves on stage, reveling in their misery.

 

Dia leaned against the wall, feeling a distant headache. She wanted to get the slaves out of here as soon as possible.

 

“Now, let me introduce you to one of these bitches who will receive them.”

 

Again, cheers erupted from the nobles. It was a loud and high-pitched sound that made her head ring.

 

Dia closed her eyes. Were there female slaves too? She didn’t even have the courage to look at the stage now.

 

But something was strange. She felt strange gazes on her at some point.

 

When Dia opened her eyes, the judge was suddenly standing in front of her.

 

He grinned broadly and raised Dia’s hand into the air. The cheers grew louder.

 

“Here’s our bitch!”

 

With the judge’s plain words, a red bad ending window appeared in her view.

 

※ Entered the ‘Bitch of the Arena’ route.

 

SYSTEM: Some system functions are restricted for immersion.

 

“What…?”

 

Dia asked the judge with a pale face. Her heart was beating so fast that her body seemed to be shrinking. But the judge stared at her mercilessly with a cold expression.

 

“It seems you’re a bitch who knows how to talk.”

 

“Wait, hold on.”

 

When the judge grabbed Dia’s wrist painfully, she tried to pull away. But she couldn’t escape, like being stuck between rocks.

 

The judge dragged her powerless body and immediately placed her on the platform. The nobles looked at Dia’s frightened expression with sinister smiles. Someone was already flipping up their kilt and stroking their angry member.

 

“Let’s start the match!”

 

The judge said, then went down from the platform. Dia tried to follow him, but the other slaves firmly held her back.

 

Dia leaned against the wall, feeling sickened by the strong scent of the male who had taken aphrodisiacs.

 

“N-No, stop…”

 

“Krrr…”

 

No one said a word. It seemed like no one understood Dia’s words. They didn’t even seem to understand her desperate plea. Instead, her desperate voice seemed tempting to them.

 

One of the slaves rushed towards Dia’s breast. He bit herto see the hidden nipple.

 

When Dia screamed, he finally ripped the thin fabric apart. Eventually, Dia’s thick nipple was exposed.

 

“Ugh, no!”

 

However, they didn’t listen to her pleas. On the contrary, her cries seemed fascinating to them.

 

One of the slaves lunged at Dia’s breasts. He started sucking on them forcefully. But the nipples didn’t come up easily.

 

Frustrated, they started nibbling on Dia’s nipples.

 

Dia screamed in pain, begged them to stop, but the slaves didn’t listen. Instead, they seemed to be aroused by her desperate cries. It felt good to have their penis stand erect.

 

“Eeeeh!”

 

The slaves were also frolicking with Dia. Both men crowded around her like vultures, eager to devour prey.

 

They sighed in admiration. Finally, the red protrusions were revealed.

 

“Uh, agh…”

 

“Haah, haah…”

 

The slaves, who had not received sexual education, could instinctively understand. The females were now ready to accept the males’ penises.

 

For a moment, there was silence among them. Despite forcibly spreading the woman’s legs to examine her opening, it seemed like only one penis would fit inside no matter how you looked at it.

 

Only the fastest among them would be able to consume this woman.

 

Just then, one of the males who had been swallowing saliva swiftly grabbed Dia’s thigh.

 

“Ah…!”

 

Dia resisted for her life. It was not the touch of a woman, but the touch of a tool.

 

He, dribbling saliva down to his chin, looked between Dia’s open legs. And without hesitation, he inserted his erect member.

 

“Ah! Ahh!”

 

The penis, which had been dripping pre-ejaculate into the still-moist vagina, entered all at once. The slave ejaculated uncontrollably, unable to overcome the ecstasy.

 

It was his first ejaculation in his life. The color of the semen was not white, but rather a murky yellow.

 

Following that, another slave roughly pushed Dia’s shoulders and plundered her womb.

 

“Ah! No! No…! No!”

 

The slave forcefully inserted his erect penis into Dia’s vagina. The walls were dry, but the pre-ejaculate smeared on the glans acted as a lubricant.

 

Each thrust brought a sensation of moisture and smoothness, causing the folds to loosen.

 

Dia endured the widening of her hole, feeling the vivid sensation of the slaves indulging in pleasure. The onlookers from behind marveled, their mouths agape.

 

The slaves approached Dia even more. Some licked Dia’s thighs frenziedly, while others roughly caressed her bare waist.

 

The most greedy slave walked toward Dia’s face. Ignoring the ones sucking on her nipples, he seized Dia’s lips.

 

“Ugh!”

 

It was a violent kiss. It was also the moment when the aphrodisiac meant not for humans but for livestock entered Dia’s mouth.

 

In an instant, she was engulfed in a drowsy feeling. Her strength drained away, and her whole body slackened.

 

A moment later, the slave who had been extracting semen from Dia’s mouth quickly removed his penis.

 

“Pussy…”

 

The penis was dark red and swollen as if congested.

 

Meanwhile, other slaves who had been watching their intercourse with curious eyes squeezed Dia’s breasts fiercely. Following his lead, other slaves also crowded around Dia’s nipples.

 

The erect nipples were no longer recognizable. They stood stiffly, making them almost comical.

 

“Hey, stop that…!”

 

Several slaves bit into the mass of Dia’s breasts. Then, they chewed and pulled the flesh to their hearts’ content.

 

Dia cried out in pain, and the excited slaves reveled in it. Where should they bite to make her suffer? How could they break this slut? Wouldn’t they be able to take her if she were broken?

 

“No, stop…! Ah!”

 

Even being bitten by several, there was still room in her swollen breasts. So, it didn’t matter if it wasn’t the nipples.

 

If they bit into the bulging mass of milk that flowed like a river, it felt like chewing on soft meat.

 

In an instant, the milk turned reddish-purple as if bruised. They were the marks of all the slaves chewing and swallowing.

 

“Stop… Please…!”

 

Even Dia’s tears seemed lascivious to the slaves. They licked her cheeks lasciviously with their tongues.

 

Meanwhile, the man who occupied Dia’s vagina couldn’t overcome his sense of ejaculation and shot semen under her cervix. The accumulated semen emitted a very foul odor.

 

“Ah… Someone, please…!”

 

Dia reached out to the audience in an attempt to escape. She felt like she was suffocating from the scent of the males.

 

It was different from the bad ending before. Now, Dia was being humiliated by mute beasts.

 

And those many nobles watching with voyeuristic expressions. Those ugly faces that induce shame.

 

“Now, there’s only one hour left! Kwas who fail to ejaculate will die!”

 

The judge announced the time limit. The slaves who understood the words blinked their eyes. It was eerie, like eyes filled with flesh.

 

Dia twisted her body towards the stairs. If she didn’t escape from here now, the worst would happen. She wasn’t sure if she could survive when the time came.

 

Dia crawled desperately, not even aware if her stomach was scraping against the floor.

 

“Please…”

 

She reached out her hand. The contours of the stairs were touched. Dia’s face brightened for a moment. But then,

 

“Ah…!”

 

A slave who couldn’t overcome the terror of death pressed against Dia’s waist as she tried to escape.

 

His erect penis moved jerkily, heading towards Dia’s vagina. Dia’s pupils rolled back. Immediately, her wounded vagina opened wide, and the man’s penis entered.

 

“Ah! Ugh…!”

 

The slave roared triumphantly as he forcefully pushed in his thick root. Dia’s hands trembled as they touched the stairs. Her spirit seemed to be going mad. At this moment, the effects of the aphrodisiac began to show.

 

“Ah…! Hnn… Ah, ah…!”

 

Dia’s hips rose up. The flesh of her pussy swelled red like a chestnut.

 

The slave shook his shoulders and shook his hips more vigorously. He pushed harder, as if to make her faint, thrusting his penis.

 

“Ugh! Ugh! Ah, ugh!”

 

Dia’s buttocks were as big and soft as breasts. So, it seemed like the penis was getting stuck between her cheeks.

 

The man struck Dia’s buttocks forcefully. Dia whimpered, emitting a burning moan.

 

“Ah! Ugh!”

 

The slave held onto her swollen buttocks tightly, savoring the taste greedily. His mouth watered. A stronger impulse surged.

 

The slave grabbed Dia’s buttocks and shook them like breasts. As the flesh trembled, the penis that was swallowing her pussy was exposed.

 

Whenever the penis withdrew, some of the soft flesh came out with it. It was an inevitable phenomenon due to the large size of the penis.

 

This woman, or rather, this bitch, was completely enslaved by the aphrodisiac. So, she constantly called the males.

 

She wasn’t at fault. If there was anything wrong, it would be in her unnecessarily curvy body and voluptuous flesh.

 

“Damn it…”

 

Another man behind spat curses. He was a dog who knew how to speak. Most of it was just cursing, but in the current situation, it was appropriate.

 

He had been masturbating and ejaculating all along, but now he approached the two without reason. The slave who had been engaging in masturbation stood up.

 

“Move.”

 

“Hrr…”

 

The showdown began. The nobles who had been watching with voyeuristic eyes watched in silence. Would there be a murder? Would blood spurt like volcanic ash, and flesh fall into the stands? The atmosphere intensified.

 

Dia gritted her teeth at the sight of those disgusting faces among the crowd. They were dirtier bastards than the slaves on the stage.

 

“Hey, you two. Wouldn’t it be better to share the holes instead of fighting?”

 

The judge shouted loudly towards the stage. The nobles laughed and applauded.

 

“Aren’t you curious about how resilient that bitch’s pussy is?”

 

The judge asked the nobles, chuckling. His smirk was utterly vulgar.

 

Dia wanted to scream. Please stop this ridiculous match. Don’t you know who I am?

 

But then, she spotted someone among the many spectators, and her mouth closed as if by magic.

 

Dia bit her lip until it bled.

 

‘This can’t be true…’

 

Had she ever been so resigned? Was it betrayal? No, with so little narrative buildup, it was probably instinctive disgust.

 

Amidst the pigs tapping their bellies and making dirty faces, Dia discovered Ahotep, who was watching everything with folded arms.

 

‘Then all of this…’

 

Her eyes crumpled with anger and disgust.

 

‘That bastard did this.’

 

A few days ago, Ahotep, who had forcibly attacked her, said he wouldn’t come again. So was Ahotep, who lured her here? Was Rohard Ahotep’s pawn?

 

Dia’s vision began to blur. Although she had insisted she felt nothing but physical contact with Ahotep, a depressing feeling overwhelmed her. She felt like she was just a body that day.

 

Meanwhile, as Dia was distracted, another slave approached her. The slave who had previously occupied her vagina seemed to agree with the judge’s words and showed no intention of fighting. He went down under Dia’s body to share her with the other slave.

 

“Ah…!”

 

Now, even the strength to scream was gone, and the sound of metal flowed out. Despite her efforts to get up somehow, Dia, lying on the floor, became foam as the slave gripping her waist tightly.

 

Soon, the swollen glans touched her. He forcibly thrust his penis into her thin, narrow mucous membrane.

 

“Ah! No, stop it! Ah!”

 

“Stay still… Dammit!”

 

Though there was some moisture creating gaps, it was inadequate for two penises to enter. And with Dia thrashing around, it wasn’t easy to aim properly.

 

Was putting two into one hole too much? The slave, after spreading Dia’s buttocks wide, began to look for another hole.

 

“Stop it! T-there…!”

 

The place the slave was looking at looked like a dot: the anus.

 

Dia moved her buttocks in astonishment. But due to the man below lifting his penis like an angry bull, Dia fell onto the man’s chest without resistance.

 

“Ah…!”

 

In that moment, a completely different feeling penetrated Dia’s back hole. Fortunately, the glans were soaked with pre-cum, so the mucous membrane didn’t tear. But it was an unimaginable pain.

 

As Dia breathed heavily, the slave below began to suck on her nipples.

 

His tongue circled near the peak, then sucked on the small nipples. Under his affectionate caress, Dia’s back hole gradually loosened.

 

“Ah, hmm… Huh, ah…”

 

At that moment, Dia resented her body for the first time. Even if it was a game, she never expected to have sensitivity in ‘that place.’

 

“Ah, huh! Ah, hmm…! More…!”

 

Deeper. Please. Dia moaned deeply. Since only the glans were teasing the entrance, it didn’t feel fully satisfying.

 

As Dia shook her hips, urging, the slave slapped her buttocks harshly.

 

“Ha, bitch… where…!”

 

“Ah…! Ahh!”

 

Was it because of the aphrodisiac? Or was it because of the game setting? Whatever the reason, Dia was completely immersed in intercourse without hesitation.

 

It felt good to have two genitals moving across a thin membrane. Though her inner walls were scratched rough and a bit sore, it was bearable.

 

Low moans began to be heard from the stands. Even the nobles realized the moment Dia felt pleasure.

 

Now, most of them lowered their kilts completely and took out their penises. And they showed off their vulgar masturbation towards Dia.

 

But only one person, Ahotep, stared at Dia’s screams without any expression. Occasionally, he licked his lips, but no one knew what that meant.

 

Many pupils licked Dia’s smooth legs. In their imagination, Dia was already a prostitute, spreading her legs and embracing many penises.

 

The moniker “Meshkenet’s Vein” had long disappeared from their memories. And the judge overseeing the situation was no exception.

 

“Hahaha… My, my, what a delightful bitch.”

 

The judge scanned Dia’s breasts and crotch with a nostalgic face. She was a woman too valuable to be given only to the dogs.

 

He wanted to suckle the swollen nipples all night and wanted to widen the tight vagina, which hadn’t fully tasted his penis yet.

 

Before, the slaves couldn’t insert two penises, but if it were him, he would have forcefully pushed them both in.

 

The back hole looked delicious too, but tasting a hole with two penises inside must have been truly fantastic.

 

“Hmm… Your mouth looks bored…”

 

The judge hesitated for a moment before removing his kilt. A grotesque genital was exposed to everyone. It was thicker and darker than those of the slaves.

 

He moved his feet to step onto the stage. But at that moment,

 

“Where do you think you’re going?”

 

A large shadow engulfed the judge in an instant. The man knew this voice. It was the man who had arranged this absurd match for him.

 

“Ahotep…ten.”

 

Trembling, the judge turned around. Ahotep pressed his shoulders firmly and stared at him coldly.

 

He seemed angry, but for some reason, he restrained himself. But the patience had rotted away inside him.

 

“If… if there’s something you’re not pleased with…”

 

The judge gestured with his palm, trying to flatter. Ahotep couldn’t readily respond. Something had clearly displeased him, but his mind was too complicated to pick out just one thing to say.

 

“Enough…”

 

But before he could finish his sentence, the judge’s cunning tongue moved quickly.

 

“Surely, even Ahotep might like that bitch?”

 

At the judge’s words, Ahotep’s expression stiffened. He turned into a fiercer face and glared at the judge as if he would kill him. Startled by his expression, the judge retreated as if fleeing.

 

― Surely, even Ahotep might like that bitch?

 

Ahotep touched his throbbing forehead with his fingers. Somehow, everything felt out of place.

 

He began to reconsider the beginning. Why had this madness occurred?

 

From the beginning, Ahotep had prepared the arena before Dia arrived at Hatusha. If he had to kill her or make her disappear, this place was the most suitable because it was planned.

 

The plan had been smooth. Rohad, whom he had planted, had persuaded Dia to come to the arena, and the naive girl had walked here alone.

 

When he saw her face at the entrance, he felt like bursting into laughter. It was so easy. It was more mundane than he thought.

 

But at some point, that laughter felt bitter. It was stifling and nauseating as if something was lodged in his chest.

 

Perhaps, like those masturbating pigs, he was also driven mad by lust. But looking at Dia, who was being taken advantage of by the slaves, he felt not arousal but discomfort.

 

His body was cold compared to when he claimed her as his own. Ahotep hadn’t thought of such feelings as jealousy. Instead, he thought differently.

 

‘Perhaps it’s better just to kill her.’

 

“Ah, huh, uh…!”

 

Ahotep glared fiercely at Dia, who was screaming in ecstasy under the males. His fist clenched and turned reddish-blue.

 

“Nepharta.”

 

He called a soldier guarding his side and handed him a small pouch.

 

“Sprinkle it on her body.”

 

The soldier silently nodded and took the powder. It was a powder made from a poisonous herb that could kill a person without leaving a trace of evidence. If sprinkled on Dia’s body, not only the slaves who were raping her but also she herself would fall asleep. And then slowly die.

 

This too went according to plan. Although he had a feeling the match would end sooner than expected, it was a success in getting rid of her.

 

Soon, the soldier sprinkled the powder on Dia’s body after covering her nose and mouth with one arm. The nobles in the stands who had screamed and raised their kilts pulled them back down. Ahotep chuckled in disappointment.

 

Truly, he would never be able to taste that body again.

 

* * *

 

‘What a damn game.’

 

Dia glared at the window that suddenly appeared on the black screen. She couldn’t spit out real curses, so she muttered countless curses in her mind. But even so, she didn’t feel relieved.

 

Bad Ending 3: A Bitch in the Arena

 

Congratulations! You were fooled by Rohad’s lies and headed to the Idalrus Arena, where you became the delicious prey for the gladiators. However, you faced a mysterious death during passionate intercourse…!

 

Game Tip: Escape from the narrative of becoming a horny bitch and suddenly dying. Go back to the ending branching point for investigation.

 

Game Progress: 3/21

 

It was as the screen described. She was engaged in a lustful and beastly sex, but suddenly fell asleep. The reason was unknown.

 

She just suddenly felt sleepy, and when she opened her eyes, this screen appeared out of nowhere. Should she at least cheer because it turned out well? Because she wouldn’t have to face those crazy beasts again?

 

‘But why… do I feel regret?’

 

Dia gnawed on her nails. She didn’t want to admit it, but apart from seeing Ahotep at the end, it was quite a satisfying ending.

 

She didn’t know that the game would have sensitivity even in the latter parts, but now that she knew, she wanted to taste it again.

 

Looking at the Game Tip window, it seemed like there was a system error… Why did she suddenly escape from the bad ending narrative?

 

Dia scratched her temple, feeling uneasy. But realizing there was no answer, she called up the save screen.

 

She had to go back. To endure that violent sex again…

 

“No! Get a grip!”

 

A word that was almost like self-reflection popped out of her mouth. It was definitely not resetting just before climaxing.

 

No… but…

 

Dia struggled to control her breathing as she stared at the save screen.

 

[SYSTEM: Save data exists. Would you like to view it?]

 

[Yes/No]

 

[Game Tip: If you want to start the game from the beginning, select ‘No’.]

 

And then, with an uncomfortable feeling, she selected ‘Yes’.

 

[There are ‘2’ save points. Would you like to move to the most recent save point?]

 

[Yes/No]

 

Probably, there would be two saves: one with the choice of Khan’s mercenaries and the other with the gatekeeper’s murder.

 

Dia chose ‘Yes’ to go back to the recent data. And in no time, her vision turned black.

 

[Returning to save point…]

 

And shortly after, that ugly gatekeeper came into her sight once again.