Chapter 157: A Girl’s Defeat (2)

Even though trying to forcibly violate, that way of saying, there is no way she does not feel anger.

But that kind of thing does not matter.

What she cannot allow more than that.

"Don’t screw... around...!"

Sneering at "him" as that kind of existence.

That was unbearable more than anything.

"He is not that kind of existence...! Atel Octo, the Vigilante, is not a person who does that kind of thing...!"

It is not that she intends to say he is a sage.

The fact he became a Tentacle Monster Villain, usual words and actions, and the gaze occasionally directed this way, prove he is a human smeared in desire.

Ah, even so.

’Did you see, did you hear, Sacred! The figure and voice of the guy you wanted to protect! Then quickly face forward! You lot have not lost anything yet...!’

He hauled the future with that tentacle hand.

I am the side that helps, not the side that is helped. Even thinking that, somewhere in the heart the someone who reaches a hand she was seeking, because he was a person who embodied that.

That he is by no means an existence of only light is certain. Far weaker compared to Leas who is Sacred, and also an existence she can win even fighting bare-handed.

But even so he, Atel Octo, is the best hero for Leas Lott.

Herself aside, she cannot allow that Vigilante to be made a fool of.

(Ah, what am I returning to him.)

But precisely because of that she wants to cry.

The more she thinks what is he doing now.

Has he fallen into crisis, or has he skillfully gotten through and is thinking the next hand.

She does not understand. She does not understand. She does not understand.

Nothing, nothing, nothing...!

She can always only swing a sword, and not one method of overturning a hopeless situation like him passes her head.

Therefore now she is defeated like this.

Neatly caught in the enemy’s plot, unable to overturn that, now about to be humiliated like this.

Defeated many enemies? And that in a state of transformation into Sacred sealed? So what, in the end the woman named Leas Lott has accomplished nothing.

From a year ago, always so.

However strong, however many enemies defeated, the future she wants to grasp only slips from her palm.

"What what, in other words mouth and hands also first! I heard a good thing!"

The old man before her eyes without flinching at Leas’s declaration rather laughed looking truly enjoyable from the heart.

Tentacles do not matter, in short inexperienced, right?

"I hated embracing the same woman as that kind of tentacle! A reward for reluctantly seriously doing work, this!"

There is a thing pressed against the abdomen.

Not a tongue, and not an arm. But hard, some hard thing.

There is no way she cannot guess what that hot pulsing thing is.

At the feeling pressed gyuu-gyuu against white skin disgust enlarges at once. She thinks she wants to take distance even now, but limbs remain unable to move properly.

(Fine, calm down. While being violated I will not be killed.)

While pinned in this place, while inserted, try to recover wounds.

Since not transformed into Sacred she cannot heal wounds with light magic, but by circulating magical power in the body she can at least promote natural healing.

Even if she cannot fully heal, if she can regain power of a degree she can flee it is fine. Stamina will be consumed, but if wounds heal she can forcibly move the body.

Therefore fine, fine, fine.

She is attacked by a terrible chill from the fact the instant of loss is approaching, but it is nothing, she only needs to endure herself.

With only the likes of herself being a little defiled she can connect to next, see, is it not a cheap deal.

Therefore fine.

As Sacred, as ally of justice someone, she can work hard.

Concluding that she closes her pupils.

In that instant two figures passed through her mind.

One is Vigilante Atel Octo. Him who helps her using tentacles and mucus.

The other is a classmate she got along with around April, Senjumaru. Words and actions she sometimes thinks a bit how, but one way or another he cares about this side, him.

Male acquaintances, both lewd, two who sometimes direct that kind of gaze at her.

Why that kind of gaze at the likes of herself, she thinks there are people with more feminine figures. ...In the first place hide a bit more? She also thinks.

Then if asked does she hate the two, she would answer absolutely no.

Atel Octo who saved her many times of course, and she at least guesses Senjumaru cares about Leas at school.

Wasteful for herself, she thinks, but she never hates.

"I... ya."

A hard heart cracks. From the part that became brittle, slowly, yet certainly.

Mishiri, pakiri, the armor of the heart shatters.

Why did two figures pass her head?

Before an answer comes out to that question, from the mouth, a voice, leaks.

"No, I hate it! Let go, let go...!"

She shakes, shakes, shakes the body restrained by a long tongue.

The body creaks gishi-gishi, and the broken arm and leg emit intense pain.

But as if that kind of pain does not matter she swings her body. Even doing this kind of thing there is no meaning. She should understand that.

(Ah, I hate it, scary, scary, scary, scary, scary...!)

Fear only swells and will not settle.

(Ah, this kind of thing a talk that ends if only I endure. And yet why.)

Cool thinking blames.

Do not uselessly use stamina, only losing purity. It is not that she becomes unable to fight.

Even if pierced, even if spat inside, so what.

A talk that ends if she endures, and if he gets absorbed in the act it is convenient.

Reason tells that, yet two figures pass her mind, and fear only swells.

(Ah, if.)

If violated here.

Inserted by an old man in a child’s figure stretching a tongue zuru-zuru, defiled.

Pierced by this kind of unknown monster, unknown liquid spat in the body.

(Would those two think disgusting.)

Body toyed with as pleased by a monster not even human, and as a result will those two treat her as until now?

Honestly she does not have much confidence in her appearance, but even so people who praise her recently increased. ...Those two also seem to think so.

And yet the strength she can boast most trampled, and even the looks they evaluate freely done as pleased by this kind of monster, does she have value?

That she herself is worthless honestly does not matter. Even reviled incompetent she cannot deny, and she will meekly receive that opinion.

But as a result what will those two, everyone she got to know, do?

Will they distance?

Will they revile incompetent?

They might not put it in words, but while comforting with the mouth will they gradually take distance?

Either way they cannot return to the same relationship as before. She ended up thinking that.

For the first time since birth she thought she wants to run from evil. I hate it, I am scared, help, this kind of thing I hate.

But the body remains unmoving. Far from fleeing she cannot even peel off Koito’s hand, tongue, the pressed thing.

Before she noticed tears she thought she would not shed that much were flowing.

Scared, frightened, she sobs like a young girl.

"Please. Please. Anything, hi. ku, anything, I will do, so... therefore..."

Ah, what is she saying.

Even saying that kind of thing there is no way he pities and stops.

Far from that the pressed thing, as if conveying Koito’s excitement, gets hard, hard, holds heat.

"Kukaka. What what, you understand well the manners of a woman being violated! A stout woman shedding tears and begging forgiveness, trampling that is the real pleasure of humiliation!"

Why is shouting I hate it, sobbing please forgive, that fun.

Leas does not understand. This man’s feelings of course, and a method of overturning this current state.

And now Atel Octo is not here.

Therefore checkmate.

The foolish young girl named Leas Lott naturally becomes a comfort object.

(Ah, I see.)

The mouth corner twisted with a self-mocking smile.

From that day a year ago, even hard even painful she went forward, and from entering this year it became not hard and not painful.

Maybe only the heart went numb, but even so it was good. Because if not painful, if not hard, she can go forward.

But recently very, very, very fun, so she was probably returning.

To the original self, a foolish young girl whose only merit is a sword.

If before meeting Atel Octo and them she should have been able to endure this much. She should have been able to endure...!

(Because the likes of me thought being together with someone is fun, I became this weak.)

The mouth corner forms a dry smile.

Ah, surely this is fine.

Even if everything is ruined, even if she becomes alone like before, even if the heart creaks, she can numb it again.

Then she will not expose this kind of patheticness twice. She can approach the ideal ally of justice someone she thought I want to become that way on that day a year ago.

Fine. Pain and hardship she is used to.

Koito twists his expression gunyari, presses "that" against the crotch.

"Growth: Right Arm. Here!"

A stretched right arm grabbed Leas.