Chapter 104 Pure Hate (NSFW +18)
Chapter 104 Pure Hate (NSFW +18)
Inside the cave, within the armored carriage, a young man and woman lay side by side—unconscious, but still breathing. The contrast between them was stark: the man’s body was battered and broken, while the woman seemed only fainted. The girls stood around them, Aqua and Reika both channeling steady streams of healing magic over their bodies.
At last, one of them stirred. The woman, Maggie, slowly opened her eyes to a strange wooden ceiling above her. “Where… am I?” she whispered, turning to see unfamiliar faces surrounding her. She flinched, remembering the terror she had endured—until a red-haired woman spoke softly.
“Easy. It’s okay—we’re friends. You’re Maggie, right? Your husband is here as well,” Alessandra said, her voice calm and reassuring.
Maggie turned sharply to her side. “Mark!” she gasped, reaching for him.
“He’s alive,” Reika assured her gently. “Don’t strain yourself.”
The sound of heavy footsteps made them all glance toward the entrance. Iryoku stepped into the carriage, his body soaked, wearing only his pants. “The rain’s getting heavier… but I already buried them,” he muttered—then froze when he saw Maggie awake.
He moved closer. “Sister Maggie…”
Her lips trembled. “Brother Iryoku…” she whispered, her voice breaking with hesitation. “Where… where is my father?”
Iryoku’s expression darkened. He only shook his head.
Maggie’s breath caught. Her lips quivered as tears welled, and she buried her face against Mark’s unconscious chest, sobbing quietly as the truth sank in.
When she finally calmed, she lifted her gaze to the girls gathered around. Studying each of their faces, she whispered, “So… you’re Brother Iryoku’s girls. You’re even prettier than I imagined.”
The girls exchanged startled looks.
Yumi flushed, scratching her head shyly. “H-hello… we’ve yet to meet properly. I’m Yumi.”
Reika offered a small, polite smile. “Iryoku told us you once helped him… back when he was about to die. I’m Reika.”
Alessandra bowed with composure. “We’re grateful to you for that. I’m Alessandra.”
Maggie’s lips curved into a warm smile. “Then it’s true—I really do have a lot of sisters-in-law now, hehe.” A soft laugh escaped her.
The remark drew faint blushes from the girls—even Alessandra, who quickly masked it with a sharp glare at Iryoku. He ignored her questioning look, as if nothing had happened.
“And her as well?” Maggie asked, her gaze drifting toward Agnes, who stood silently in the corner.
At the mention, Agnes flinched. She turned her face away grimly, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.
“Something like that… it’s complicated,” Yumi muttered with a pout. “Actually… she’s carrying Iryoku’s child.”
“Oh…” Maggie’s hand flew to her mouth, eyes widening at the revelation, sensing the heavy circumstances between them.
Agnes trembled where she stood, silent and withdrawn.
Maggie lowered her gaze, rubbing her own belly gently. “Actually… I’m expecting as well. Mark and I—we’re going to be parents, again…” Her voice broke softly, tears glistening in her eyes as she lay down beside her husband, burying her face against him.
Iryoku leaned against the bench, his voice low and restrained. “Congratulations.” It was all he could manage.
Later that night, after everyone had fallen into deep sleep, Iryoku stood at the mouth of the cave, staring into the raging storm. Thunder rolled across the sky, lightning briefly illuminating the world in flashes of white. A chill wind swept inside, brushing against his bare skin—his armor and shirt still set aside to dry.
A presence stirred behind him. His breath steamed in the cold, and his brow furrowed, though he didn’t turn.
The soft rustle of clothing sliding to the ground reached his ears. A woman stepped forward, trembling in the cold as she came into view—naked, long silky blond hair clinging to her skin. Her body was all balanced perfect curves; her nipples glistened with faint traces of white fluid, her sex closed and proud beneath a small patch of blond hair. Two delicate, pointed ears twitched slightly in the chill. She hesitated, gaze fixed on him. He didn’t move, looking straight through her as if she weren’t even there.
Agnes’s eyes quivered, but she steadied herself with a sharp breath and pressed her bare body against his chest. Her desperate eyes searched his, as though pleading for acknowledgment—pleading to be seen.
At last, his gaze shifted to her.
“You think too highly of yourself, don’t you?”
Agnes swallowed, forcing her voice into the softest, most feminine tone she could muster.
“Lord Iryoku…” she whispered. “I… I came here to offer my body… to comfort you.”
“Tch. And who said I need comfort from you?” His words were calm, yet edged with a cold snarl.
Agnes fought to hold her composure. “I’ve owed you from the beginning… remember? We made an agreement.”
His expression darkened.
“I already took that from you, didn’t I? If I needed comfort,” his voice cut sharp, “don’t you think I’d ask one of the girls? The women I love. The women who would gladly give their lives for me.”
Agnes’s voice faltered, but she forced herself to continue.
“You can do anything to me—I’ll accept it all. I… I’ll even take your hate, if that’s what you want.”
Iryoku raised a hand to his face, fingers brushing his temple, trembling with barely contained rage. “You’re really bold. Not afraid of dying anymore, are you? You’re only a step away from the worst death I could ever imagine for you.” His voice dropped to a deadly low.
Agnes’s heart pounded, but she didn’t back away. Her lips parted as her stiff, wet nipples brushed against his bare chest in the cold air.
Iryoku’s gaze burned into her.
“You think I don’t know?”
Agnes tried not to flinch, her face taut, holding its composure.
“You really thought I wouldn’t notice your presence back then?” he growled. “I knew you were a liar.”
He closed his eyes—and when they opened, her image seemed to blur, overlapping with another figure in his memory. A low, dark chuckle slipped from his lips.
“You’re so similar. The same type of person.”
His face leaned close, words grazing her skin. His fury twisted his expression—then, for a fleeting moment, it softened.
“You were never pregnant…”
Agnes flinched, but forced herself to hold steady, refusing to react further.
He chuckled again, bitter and cold.
“Exactly the same reaction. How could this happen to me twice? …Well, it’s a little different this time. Either way, it happened. Probably because I was naive back then.”
Agnes blinked in confusion, but instead of retreating, pressed herself harder against him—her breasts flattening against his chest, her hips sliding to grind her slit over his leg, desperate to stir something in him.
“I don’t want to do anything to you,” Iryoku said tightly. “I won’t ever touch you again.” His voice strained with control, every muscle in his body trembling. “Not in that manner…”
Agnes shivered. The air around him seemed to crackle with killing intent, heavy and suffocating. She was certain she was about to die.
Without realizing it, her eyes flicked past him—toward Aqua, standing just meters away.
Iryoku tilted his head, catching the thought. His voice dropped to a venomous whisper.
“Come on. Do it. I know you’ve wanted revenge on me.” A cruel laugh slipped out. “Give me a reason… there are plenty, after all.”
Agnes stared at him, her whole body quivering.
“I know, I know,” he went on bitterly. “You probably think the score is tilted, that I’m unreasonable? But who’s counting? Not me. Or maybe…” His teeth clicked together with a harsh, grating snap. “…I just don’t care.”
Then his hand rose, pulling a small dagger from nowhere. Agnes blinked—her dagger. The one he had taken from her that night. He’d kept it all this time.
With unnerving calm, he unsheathed it and tapped the cold steel against her cheek.
“Ahh—!” she squeaked at the icy sting.
“Do what you want… but please, impregnate me,” her voice throbbed, low and afraid.
The blade lowered to her neck, pressing just enough to bite the skin without piercing.
This is all I have, she thought desperately.
Iryoku’s eyes narrowed, his glare cutting into her.
“Is that really your goal? … Or—” his tone dropped, spiteful, “do you think you still have a chance to crawl back to your goddamn father? To get acceptance from that bastard?”
Agnes tried to keep her face steady, but her mask cracked for a brief instant at the mention of her father.
Thud!
His fist slammed into her mouth, sending her crashing to the ground.
“Arghhhhhh!” she screamed, clutching her face—blood and broken teeth spilling between her fingers.
Iryoku’s hand clamped over her mouth, smothering her cries. His voice pressed into her ear, cold and merciless.
“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m going to kill that bastard, your brothers, your maids, those knights—every last one of them. There won’t be anything left for you to crawl back to.”
Her muffled sobs bled into the storm, thunder and rain drowning her despair.
He released her mouth and straightened.
“I… I won’t…” she muttered through swollen lips. “I’ll do everything you say.” Her voice cracked with desperation. “I don’t care if it hurts. Just… allow me to have a child… please.” She sobbed openly now, tears streaking down her bruised face. “Only you have the power to give life to my barren womb…”
“Why me? You don’t even care who does it, do you?” he shot back.
Agnes shook her head.
“Just go find some random man and throw yourself at him. I’m sure you could get it easily, offering yourself up like you just did.” His voice was hostile. “Or is it that you already tried? Hah… makes sense. You probably tried to get knocked up long before I even came to this shithole world.”
“No… no,” her voice strained. “You are the only man who has touched me. The only one capable of breaking the rules of this realm. That’s what the ancient texts said.”
Iryoku’s voice dropped low and sharp.
“So you really did withhold information from us, didn’t you?”
Agnes lowered her gaze, still clutching her bleeding mouth.
“P-please…”
“And what would I gain from that, huh?” he scoffed. “You talk about what you want—but where’s what I want? You still haven’t found a way to send us home. And your precious teacher is nowhere to be found.” His tone grew darker, harsher with each word. “You know I hate this place. I hate the killing, the blood, the endless running. The filth they call food. The pain. The complete disregard for human life… And... that... it brought out something in me. Something that never would’ve appeared if I’d stayed on Earth. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be a killer… a monster…”
His fist clenched tight with fury. He turned sharply, pointing toward the carriage at the back of the cave.
“But more than anything—I hate that they’re suffering because of it.”
“That’s why…” Agnes’s lips twisted into a mad smile. Her hand slid between her thighs, fingers spreading herself in the cold air as she looked up at him with wild, glistening eyes. “Just drown your hate here.”
“Teach me a lesson,” she begged, voice breaking. “Please—just let it go.” The last spark of light in her gaze flickered, leaving her looking almost deranged.
Iryoku’s frown deepened, rage boiling over. For an instant her face blurred, overlapping again with another in his mind. He seized her by the hair and yanked hard.
“Argh!” she cried, clawing at his hand instinctively—only for him to slap her hands away, brutal and merciless. Pain shot through her scalp as he snarled, “Fucking slut.”
He dragged her forward. Her legs stumbled beneath her, arms hanging limp like a rag doll as he hauled her by the hair. Out into the storm he pulled her, rain hammering down until, at last, he released his grip.
Agnes collapsed to her knees in the mud, her swollen face slamming against the ground. She winced, gasping for breath, then slowly raised her head. Blood dripped from her mouth, hair plastered with mud and rain—yet her lips curled into a broken smile as he unbuckled his belt.
“Yes…” she whispered hoarsely, eyes glinting with fevered anticipation. “Give it to me.”