Euphoria: A Butterfly's Dream

Ocelotter · Euphoria - 楽園の扉 中日字幕

Behold an unthinkable present.

Where am I? As Subaru's conscious mind roused to wakefulness, this was his first thought. A glaring white, fluorescent light burned against his eyelids, which he tried to keep shut, but it was to no avail. Subaru opened his eyes, revealing an empty room, covered in white tiles. Everything was pure white.

His mind struggled to comprehend what had happened, what had just happened. There were cameras in the corner. Cameras? 

That didn't make sense. Why were there cameras here? Lugunica did not have this kind of technology. Yet they blinked red, indicating that they were recording. What was so important that they needed to watch him?

The only hint of color besides that was a red bar above a door. Subaru staggered to his feet, feeling weakness in his body. His body was sore and cramped from having laid on the floor. He pushed against the door, but it wouldn't budge. He was stuck here.

Panic rushed through his body. Being held captive like this was Subaru's only weakness. If his spawn point was any time after arriving in this room, he'd be trapped until whoever captured him decided to let him out. And if anything bad happened between then and his emancipation, it could be permanent. 

Subaru tried to assess the situation as his breath became shallow. The room was neither hot nor cold. It was sterile and empty, unnervingly so. He unconsciously brought his hands up to his neck, feeling something there. His fingers wrapped around a solid, metallic-feeling object. What was this?

Smooth and cool, thin but hefty and durable. It encircled his neck like a ring. Loose enough to be comfortable against his skin, but too tight to pull over his chin.

"A collar?" Subaru whispered to himself, his own voice almost a shout in the deafening silence of the room, gravely with a lack of use. He coughed, clearing his throat.

Something wasn't right, that much was obvious. Therefore, he had to stay calm. Subaru took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. His mind was his greatest weapon and his greatest weakness, he was self-aware enough to know that by now. Without his allies, he'd have to tackle this challenge on his own. What could he do? What could Natsuki Subaru do on his own, in this situation?

…He'd also heard that if someone had to tell themselves to calm down, it was already too late. That they'd already lost it.

No. It had been less than five minutes since he woke up. He was still sane. After everything else he'd been through, this was nothing. But after that loop locked inside of a basement by Garfiel, unable to do anything with a gag in his mouth, his eyes blindfolded and his arms behind his back, Subaru couldn't help but feel claustrophobic even in this open space. Subaru forced himself to remember what had happened to him.

He woke up, like always. Trained in the obstacle course Clind had built for him. Laughed and joked with his friends in the Emilia camp, like always. And then he went to sleep–

And then he woke up here. He certainly didn't come here of his own free will. Something, or someone, must have brought him here. Some Archbishop's cheat ability? Betalgeuse couldn't do anything like this, and it was unlike what was reported about Greed and Gluttony. Didn't really line up with what he remembered about the Witches' abilities.

Who? Why? For what reason? He had no idea. A string of unknowns. Nothing made sense. It felt like one of those loops, those disastrous loops where he wandered into some ungodly situation with no knowledge of what was happening around him. It wouldn't have been the first time.

It didn't matter. He needed to take the initiative. But how? Subaru pounded against the door. It wasn't budging. He had no tools to pry it open, nothing but the clothes on his back. Wait, the clothes on his back? That didn't make sense. He slept in his tracksuit pants and his black shirt, but not the jacket. Nor did he have his sneakers or socks on when he fell asleep, but he did now. Was he dressed while he was asleep?

Subaru shook his head at the uneasy feeling. There was no getting around it. He had two options. Return by Death, to see where his save point was. If it was before arriving here, he could avoid this situation entirely. But that felt like a frivolous use of a life, and avoidance wasn't his style. Everything came full circle sooner or later anyway, and he might even just wind up back in this room if this was his save point.

Or… his other Authority. Invisible Providence, the power he'd used against Garfiel. A disgusting power that didn't belong to him, a trophy he'd won by killing a monster that had to be put down. It was stronger than his own arms, and while he wasn't certain, if it was like Petalgeuse's, maybe it could phase through matter. Maybe it could unlock the door from the other side. It didn't hurt to try.

Subaru focused on that dark, wriggling, slothful power inside of it, feeling it corrupting his soul as he drew it out. 

"Invisible Providence," Subaru muttered. The dark, shadowy hand slowly exited out of his abdomen, but the moment the fingertips touched the door, the red LED above the door flashed green, and then the door opened with an electronic noise before Subaru could even try phasing the hand through it. 

Another white room, not unlike the last one. But this one was more crowded, and a hell of a lot more colorful and pleasing to look at. A number of figures inside turned to him at once.

"Subaru!" Emilia cried. She lunged into Subaru's arms, and he barely managed to dispel his authority before her body crashed into his in a tight embrace. Subaru's eyes widened in shock, breathing in the smell of lavender that hung off of her body and feeling her flowing silver hair brush against his cheek. He hugged her back, feeling her delicate body in his arms.

But it had to be cut short. Subaru felt a throbbing in his head that came from the usage of Invisible Providence. He pushed her away and bent over, resting his hands on his knees for support as he gagged heavily, trying to hold back his vomit. In a place like this, there'd be nowhere for the smell to go.

"I guess your knight got sick just from being in contact with you, half-devil," A familiar, arrogant voice called out. Subaru glanced up, only to be greeted by Priscila's cruel sneer. She was wearing that vibrant red dress that clung to her curves with that low cut that exposed most of her cleavage, that tantalizing expanse of pale, soft flesh that she'd tempted him with once when she was scamming him out of his appas. But more importantly, he saw that around her neck was a collar. Subaru wondered if it was the same collar around his neck as well.

Glancing around the room, he saw Crusch, Felt, and Frederica as well, collars identical to Priscilla's. It was infuriating to think that Emilia was caught up in this situation as well. If only it was just him, and him alone! But it wasn't just them in the room. Sitting in the corner with her legs folded serenely under her was…

"You?!" Subaru gasped, pushing himself off of his knees. He felt his blood race as he fought the uncomfortable sensations in his body from using an Authority unsuited for him. "I thought you were dead!"

"Death isn't necessarily the end for a cursed doll like myself," Elsa replied. "With your judgment, I would have figured that you'd surmise that by now, Mr. Scary-Eyed Knight." 

"I know it looks bad, but she isn't going to fight us," Emilia pleaded. "For now, we're allies. We're all stuck in here with no idea what's going on, after all."

"This bitch tried to kill you," Subaru snarled. He put a hand over his stomach in an instinctive, defensive measure, his brain having programmed itself to do so after more than one death from disembowelment at her hands. "And now she's here, and we're trapped here with her!"

Elsa glanced at him, her eyes leering at the hand that covered his stomach. She licked her lips sensually. "More like I'm trapped here with you all. I doubt that I can find a private space in here to take care of you one by one, even as much as I'd like to see what your royal bowels look like up close and personal. And I doubt that I can take down four royal candidates and the large maid without sustaining injury to myself. Besides my lack of hostile action, that's all you can ask for in terms of a guarantee."

Subaru gritted his teeth, but it was sound logic. There wasn't enough room in here for a fight without ensuring that everyone would walk away unscathed.

"I take offense to being called 'the large maid'," Frederica commented, her expression neutral besides the joke she'd use to try to lighten the mood. She knew just as well as Subaru how dangerous this woman was, having seen Garfiel fight her.

Still, as long as Emilia remained unharmed, that was all that mattered. He stepped in front of her, between Elsa and Emilia.

"If that makes you feel better, go right ahead," Elsa shrugged, not taking any offense to Subaru's lack of trust. "Still, it wouldn't take much for me to cut right through your torso."

"I'll be watching you, Elsa Granhiert," Subaru said menacingly. 

"We were here for a while before you showed up," said Felt, stepping in. "If she was going to do something, she would have attacked us when we were distracted by your entrance. She nearly killed me too, and I don't like it, but we'll have to put up with her for now. So long as we don't drop our guard, she can't take on all of us."

The logic was sound, but Elsa's stance indicated no hostile intent. Still, he didn't trust it considering her speed and prowess in close quarters. 

"There's some good news though!" said Emilia, as if just remembering. "Crusch got her memories back!" 

"Huh? You did?" asked Subaru. How was that possible? Hadn't Gluttony taken her memories from her? If her memories were back, what happened to the person that Crusch became after she lost her memories? And what did it mean for Rem?

"I did," Crusch confirmed. "I remember everything that happened before I lost my memories. I remember our shared struggle against the White Whale, and the efforts you made to pull that off successfully. I remember how you embarrassed yourself in front of the noble court and got humbled by Julius, and how you recovered from that with a bravery that didn't suit a man of your caliber."

"My caliber?" Subaru asked, feeling slightly insulted. 

"The way you fight as if you have nothing to lose, as if death has no meaning to you. For a man with no outstanding strength or skill with a sword or magic, you fight like you're stronger than a Vollachian Divine General," Crusch clarified.

"You're wrong on one front. Death is terrifying to me," Subaru murmured.

"Are you okay, Subaru?" asked Emilia, her face full of concern. "You acted sick when you got out of that room."

Emilia was more worried about him than herself. If only Subaru could tell her that he wasn't the one they should be worried about. But that wasn't possible, and Emilia would worry about him regardless. That was just the way she was, and why Subaru had to worry about Emilia on her behalf.

"It was…" Subaru hesitated. She'd seen that he used some invisible power to knock Garfiel off his feet, but had never asked what it was. It would bring up too much tension to announce that he had Sloth's Authority. "It was nothing. I just felt sick after waking up," Subaru muttered.

Subaru glanced at Crusch, who pressed her lips together into a thin line. Oh, shit. He forgot that she could tell if he was lying or not. In this situation, that was a bad idea. He had to try not to do it, if he could. But if they could use their Divine Protections, and he could use his Authority, did that mean…

"Have you guys tried using magic to escape?" asked Subaru. Emilia shook her head. 

"There's no mana down here. When we got here, we tried, but I couldn't use my magic, or call the spirits."

"My divine protection isn't working either," said Crusch. "I tried busting down your door with it, but it wouldn't activate."

Subaru frowned. He was certain that Crusch had known he was lying, but if it wasn't her divine protection, then what was it? In a situation like this, he might as well ask, otherwise she might start getting suspicious of him. Subaru remembered in past loops how badly it went when her opinion of him soured.

"How could you tell I was lying?" asked Subaru. "When I said that I was okay."

"You clearly weren't," Crusch retorted. "I didn't need my Divine Protection to see that. I'm a fairly good judge of character even without it."

"Eehhh? What were you lying about, Subaru?" asked Emilia, her eyes upturned at him. He hated seeing her like this, and this was why Subaru had to remember to be truthful. Thankfully, Emilia was fairly good about not asking questions that he couldn't answer, and there were plenty of those already and she trusted him regardless. He just needed to say so when he couldn't answer a question that would make things worse.

"It's true that I felt sick. But it was a lot worse than I was letting on. And it wasn't from waking up, either," said Subaru. "Sorry. I didn't want you to worry about me."

"Subaru, you dunderhead. If I want to worry over you, that's my choice and my choice alone," said Emilia, puffing her cheeks.

Subaru wanted to respond that nobody said dunderhead anymore these days, and to make fun of Emilia's outdated vocabulary, but this wasn't the time for jokes. They needed to escape this creepy, barren place before something else happened. There were more of those doors, and Subaru loathed to think that he'd need to unlock them all one by one with Invisible Providence, but it was worth trying.

"All components and required personnel have gathered." A disembodied, remote voice intoned. It was digitized, but he swore that he recognized that voice. The speech pattern was formal, dry and blunt, but he knew it from somewhere. He just didn't know where.

"Kyah! What is this?" Felt yelled. That was right. They didn't know what a loudspeaker was. This technology was unfamiliar to them. Besides Priscilla, everyone looked apprehensive at the sudden auditory disturbance. 

"I will now explain the game," said the voice. Game? What game? This time, Subaru tried to guess where it was coming from. The sound bounced off of all these flat walls, but it seemed to originate from above. Hidden speakers, maybe?

The voice continued, its tone detached and so modulated that to Subaru, it sounded like a vocaloid, or something made with voice synthesis software. That was why it was hard for him to figure out where he recognized this voice from.

"Emilia."

"That's me…" Emilia whispered in response.

"Prisca Benedict." Priscilla let out a hiss of annoyance.

"Who is that?" asked Felt. 

"Nobody," Priscilla replied curtly.

"Crusch Karsten." 

"I think it's listing off our names." Crusch commented. 

"No kidding. I thought Gluttony only took your memories. I didn't realize he damaged your brain as well," Priscilla snapped.

"Frederica Baumann." Frederica only allowed a slight grimace to cross her face. Her composure was incredible, but Subaru had seen that firsthand in the failed loop in which she managed to hold it together despite everyone dying around her and getting severely injured.

"Valeria Esmerelda Lugunica. The game will begin with the above six people as keyholes," The voice announced. 

"Wait, if it's calling out our names…" Emilia trailed off. Priscilla stiffened. "Then who is Valeria?"

Everyone turned to face Felt. Her red eyes and blonde hair, the appearance of the Lion Kings. Subaru knew there was a rumor that she was from the royal family, but…

"That's not my name!" Felt protested. "My name is Felt. That's what Old Man Rom named me, and that's who I am. Not Valeria!"

"Then who is Prisca?" asked Emilia, but the answer became obvious when everyone but Priscilla reacted to her question.

"...There's few people in this world that know my original name," Priscilla said begrudgingly. "And it appears this entity knows things about us that not even we know. This gutterrat is truly of the royal bloodline, it seems." 

"What did it mean by 'keyhole'?" Subaru asked. As if to answer his question, the loudspeaker chirped once again.

"I will now explain the rules. This game's objective is to unlock five locked doors and escape to the surface." 

There it was again. Game. What did it mean by that? This reminded Subaru of those survival game manga that he used to read, and he could only hope that it wouldn't be that horrific.

"The players will be assigned the role of either 'unlocker' or 'keyhole'. The key to be used upon the keyhole shall be placed within a box inside the unlocking room. 'Unlocker', please select a 'keyhole', use the key, and open the door. Now, the 'unlocker' and 'keyhole' roles will be determined. Determination is conducted automatically under a single condition. Individuals possessing an XY chromosome will be 'unlockers'. Individuals possessing an XX chromosome will be 'keyholes'."

"What's an ecuhsuh-why chromosome?" asked Emilia. Subaru was still processing the instructions. They were either keyholes or unlockers, depending on if they were male or female, essentially. Without knowledge of genetics, nobody here but him would know what was meant by the instructions. His theory that this place was in his world was getting stronger. It could explain why there was no mana or spirits, or divine protections, but not why his authority still worked.

"Every person has an 'XY' chromosome or an 'XX' chromosome," Subaru explained. "It determines if you're a man or a woman at birth. If you have an XY chromosome, you're a man. If you have an XX chromosome, you're a woman," Subaru did his best to remember what he could from a long-forgotten biology class.

"So that makes you the sole unlocker," Priscilla narrowed her eyes. "Strange. Neither Schult and Al aren't here, and neither are the Sword Demon or that suspect knight of yours, Karsten. Nor the Sword Saint. Yet, the half-devil has two of her attendants with her, and one of them has a unique status to the rest of us."

"What are you saying, bitch?" Felt snarled. "You sayin' onii-chan and onee-chan set this up?!"

"What I'm saying here is that it appears that the advantage is clearly stacked in their favor," Priscilla snorted. "I can't be the only one thinking this, can I, Karsten?"

"I don't know what you mean by calling Felix 'suspect'," said Crusch. "But yes, it appears so." Subaru opened his mouth to protest, but Crusch continued. "That being said, I trust in Natsuki and Emilia-sama's character. And they wouldn't put themselves into a room with someone who tried killing them either, if that part is true. Lastly, I haven't sensed anything but their unfiltered reactions at this situation, besides Natsuki's slip-up earlier."

"Males assigned the role of 'unlocker': please use the keys inside the boxes on females assigned the role of 'keyhole's' mouth, vagina, breasts, buttocks, etc."

"What?" Felt blurted out. "What the fuck is this?"

Some of the girls began to stir from the disturbing information just clinically transmitted to the group.

Their breasts, their mouths, their pussies… this essentially amounted to him having to rape these women, regardless of what these keys were. What even was the key? Subaru himself was the unlocker. Was the key something he would use to rape these girls?

Despite the strangeness of this situation, he could feel his lower body stirring in arousal, and he had to shift awkwardly to hide it in his track pants. 

Nobody would go along with this–

"Refusal to participate in the game, or actions that break the rules, will result in a 'game over'. That concludes the explanation of the rules. Please use the terminal in the main room for all inquiries concerning the rules or more detailed information. The game will now begin. Please move to the main room once the lamp above the door turns green."

What did that mean? Game over?

"This… this is a joke, right, onii-chan?" Felt laughed nervously. "This isn't real, is it?"

"I-I don't know," Subaru stammered. "I just wonder what a game over means…"

"What the hell is this?" Felt screamed, clutching at her hair.

"Felt-sama, please stay calm," Frederica pleaded. 

"What are you saying, maid? How can I stay calm in a situation like this!"

"Stop it, Felt! Get a hold of yourself!" Subaru grabbed hold of her arm to stop her from panicking. 

"NOOOOO! LET GO!" Felt's scream reverberated through Subaru's ears, and he let go in shock of her sudden frenzy. Felt frantically backed away from him, fear in her eyes, like she was fleeing some wild animal, until her back was against the white tiled wall. She breathed heavily, pressing away from everyone as they stared at her in shock. Felt's panic left everyone else stunned with her shrill, frazzled voice.

"Onii-chan… he's gonna… he's gonna rape us! Don't get near me! If you go along with this, you're just as sick as whoever came up with this nonsense!" 

Subaru felt everyone's eyes on him, watching what he would do. He felt sweat beading on his back. This looked bad.

"The fact that he's the only 'unlocker' in this game is suspicious as well," said Priscilla, fanning herself while watching with a critical gaze. "I wonder, what would happen if you refuse to play the game?"

"I don't care! I want out! You hear me! I'm not playing this twisted fucking game!" Felt pounded on the door, yet it refused to open, the lamp not turning green.

"Valeria Esmerelda Lugunica." The chilly voice interrupted, freezing everyone in place. "Is this your voluntary withdrawal from the game?"

"Yes!" Felt yelled, ignoring that she was being called by what seemed to be her true name. "Get me the fuck out of here! I would never participate in a game like this! Hurry up and do the game over or whatever!"

Subaru's eyes widened. He could feel his prey instincts going off, sending warning signs down his spine. "No! Felt! Don't be so rash!"

"Valeria Esmerelda Lugunica's desire to withdraw confirmed. Game over initiated."

The room went dark.

"What the hell?"

"!?"

"Kyah!"

"Subaru!" Emilia's voice screamed out. Subaru groped about in the darkness, looking for her.

"Emilia-tan!"

With no warning, the lights reactivated, and Subaru squinted into the bright light. It was so bright that he couldn't see… was Emilia and everyone else alright? His vision gradually restored after being blotted out with a dazzling white light, and he could finally open his eyes again, gauging the situation. Everyone was mostly where they were before, rubbing their eyes or reaching around as they blinked back their vision. Subaru glanced around, only to see that everyone was there, everyone except for Felt.

"She's… gone…" Subaru whispered. Felt was just there a moment ago, but it was like she was never in the room to begin with. It was like she was teleported or something, but he didn't even hear her scream when the lights went out. 

"Where did Felt go?" Crusch asked urgently, only for one of the doors to turn green and open.

"The door will close in ten seconds. Please move to the next room promptly. Ten… nine… eight."

"What will happen if we don't go to the other room?" Emilia asked. 

"It might be considered quitting the game. We should go along with it for now," said Crusch.

"I have a bad feeling about this…" Subaru muttered, but he followed behind the rest of the girls through the door. It was large and dark inside, too dark to see anything much further than the entrance. 

"Three… two… one." The door snapped shut, locking them in complete darkness. Subaru felt uneasy as they waited for what came next. The light turned back on a second later, only it wasn't that same blinding light from earlier. That didn't mean that Subaru could react instantly to the shocking sight in front of him, though.

Behind a layer of glass, in a separate room, Felt was situated in some sort of stand, leather straps running over her body with her arms tied above her head. Her legs were spread apart by metal rings that encircled her thighs, and her body was completely nude, exposing a pair of small, underdeveloped breasts, a toned tummy, and a small vagina with its lips spread widely over a dildo attached to a piston. Her asshole was stretched open as well by another dildo, thicker than what looked to be comfortable, not that any dimensions would have been comfortable going up there. A pair of egg vibrators were attached to her nipples by some sort of tape, and another one laid on top of her bald clit. She must have not started to grow hair down there yet. Her mouth was gagged by a piece of cloth. It was a perverse, shocking sight. Felt looked just as surprised as they did, squirming under their gaze.

"That's horrible," Frederica whimpered.

"We need to get her out of there!" Crusch yelled.

But the moment that Crusch stepped forward, the egg vibrators turned on, and the pistons immediately began to pump the dildos into both of her holes. Felt squealed into her gag, straining against the leather straps, but there was no escaping those piston that drove mercilessly into her pussy and ass, alternating the strokes, or the vibrations that focused on her nipples and clit. 

Crusch and Subaru reached the glass at the same time, Crusch slamming her fist against it and Subaru driving his shoulder into the pane. But it was solid glass, maybe an inch thick. There was no way they could get through that. 

The two of them stepped back, helpless to do anything but watch as Felt was fucked mercilessly in her holes by machines. Crusch clenched her fists in righteous anger, likely at the thought that someone would do this to any of them, to play with them like they were toys. Felt wailed into her gag, squirting fluids out of her pussy as she came. A trickle of urine came out after, and then it was a stream, dripping down the pistons and pooling on the floor beneath her as she was humiliated, her body shown fully on display for everyone to see.

Emilia buried her face in Subaru's tracksuit, and Subaru tried to hug her in what he thought was a comforting embrace as one of her fellow royal candidates was violated in front of them.

Subaru couldn't look away, even as Frederica buried her face in her hands and Crusch grimaced and turned away, realizing that there was nothing they could do. Besides himself, only Priscilla and Elsa watched, Elsa in rapturous attention at the spectacle in front of her, and Priscilla in what Subaru angrily thought was amusement. Subaru realized there was an IV attached to her arm.

"What's that strange tube attached to her?" Priscilla asked nonchalantly. Besides him, she was the only one that had noticed.

"It's an IV," Subaru said shakily. "So she doesn't run out of fluids. It'll keep her from dehydrating, but it's only something you'd use if you couldn't get someone to take fluids for a long time…" Subaru trailed off.

Considering that whatever had taken her and put her in this position had the foresight to attach an IV to her, they must have intended for Felt to be stuck like this for an extended period of time. Without water, Felt would run out of fluids within three days, maybe less, considering how much she was pissing away right now. But with an IV? She could be kept here indefinitely. 

A shiver ran down Subaru's spine as he imagined how Felt must feel. It was bad enough now. Those pistons were driving into her pussy and her guts far too quickly to be comfortable, and she came for a second time already, her entire body trembling with the sensations and vibrations running through her. But how would she fare after about an hour?

Or a day?

Or an entire week?

Subaru didn't know why he couldn't look away. His eyes were fixed on Felt's body as she spasmed, part of him wondering how long she would be kept in there. Maybe forever. It was cruel and inhumane. Yet, at the same time, Subaru couldn't help but focus on how her small breasts heaved, how her face looked, how her body shook. 

A dark, horrible part of him, locked deeply inside, thought that it was beautiful.

There was nobody anyone could do but watch as Felt jerked and spasmed in her bindings, her eyes bulging out, piss and pussy juices dripping from her cunt. It was more than an adequate warning to anyone who still wondered what would happen to them if they refused to play this game.

"Come on. Felt-chan probably doesn't want us to watch her," said Emilia, a red flush over her cheeks. 

"This is already getting boring. Hardly worthy of mine time." Priscilla said dismissively, following after her. Her lack of sympathy for a fellow woman was almost impressive. Everyone else followed soon after.

Elsa licked her lips at the sight of Felt getting violated, before leaving the room as well. It took Subaru more effort than he would like to tear his gaze away from Felt's shame, before leaving the room in a daze, telling himself it was to make sure that Elsa didn't try anything funny.

Frederica sat in the corner, hugging her knees, her eyes clenched close as if she was trying to rid the images out of her mind, but it didn't look like it was working, considering the distressed expression on her face. Emilia sat next to her in what appeared to be a comforting gesture, all while Priscilla sneered at them from the corner and Elsa went back to her kneeling position. It looked like out of the five of them, Emilia, Frederica, and Crusch were the only ones to have sympathy for Felt's plight, despite all of them being women. Emilia must have been disturbed by this situation as well, but she did well to hide it, focusing on Frederica instead of herself.

"Hey, Frederica," Subaru said uneasily, approaching her. He put his hand on her shoulder, only to flinch when she slapped it away on instinct. Judging by the look of fear and confusion in her eyes, she hadn't realized what she'd done until she did it.

"I'm sorry, Subaru-sama. I don't know what came over me. It's just that…" Frederica struggled to come up with an excuse, but the fear gave it away. 

She was afraid of him . For having been burdened by this task that only he could complete. Subaru clenched his fists in indignation. He had done nothing to deserve being treated like a future criminal.

He didn't ask to be here. But then he forced himself to relax, to unclench his fists. If he was in their position, he'd do the same thing. And tensions were running high. He remembered what Felt said, about how she had no options besides stealing or selling her body to survive. In a place like the slums, there was probably scum that had tried to take advantage of her more than once. That was the only rationale Subaru could come up with for why she had been so terrified. But despite having saved her once back at the loot house, she'd still been so afraid. That was what it must have been like, to have your powers stripped away from you, to have something declare that you were to be a victim of a cruel game. 

Frederica was probably the same. Despite having saved her at the mansion, Subaru and Frederica didn't know each other all that well on a personal level. She might have been grateful towards him, but that didn't mean that she wouldn't be scared of him, in this horrifying situation, where he was assigned the role of future rapist.

As if the situation couldn't get even worse, the loudspeaker crackled to life. Playing through the speakers was Felt's muffled moans, her whimpering, the wet sound of rubber sliding in and out of her pussy and asshole, but amplified to the point that they couldn't ignore it if they could. It felt embarrassing, like they were listening to a JAV. It was like whoever was behind this wanted to make sure they couldn't ignore what was happening to Felt as they spoke.

"Mmmph!" 

"MMMPPPHH!"

"So this is what happens if one of us refuses to play this game," Frederica laughed bitterly, covering her ears. "They're not forcing us to watch. Just to listen. I guess we have to participate, then. My apologies for losing my composure like that. It's just that… I can't get it out of my head. Felt-sama must feel so scared and overwhelmed right now."

She probably felt a little more than that, Subaru thought, remembering the size of the dildos plunging into her far-too-small body.

"It's okay, Frederica-san," said Emilia. "We'll figure a way out of this, right Subaru?" Emilia looked up at him expectantly. Him? What was he supposed to do in this situation? He was just as powerless as they were.

Well, not quite. He had his Authority, Return by Death, and a means to utilize it. He could bite down on his own tongue and bleed out before anyone could save him. There were no bandages, and if magic didn't work, they couldn't try to save him after he did it. Or he could just crush his own heart with Invisible Providence and might not even suffer any recoil from it if he died before it took a physical effect on his body. That might be faster. A surefire thing.

But what would it do for them? Would he be able to return to before Felt panicked? But there was no way she'd listen to him, not in that state of panic, and if his save point was sometime before the instructions were called out, it'd be worthless to even try. 

Besides, he told himself that he would try to value his life more. He promised himself that. Felt wasn't a close ally, and at least now, everyone knew the consequences to disobeying the rules. They would question things if nobody tried testing the consequences. It had to be this way, even if he didn't like it. Even if he couldn't get the image of Felt pissing and cumming in front of them out of his mind.

"I'll… investigate that room," said Subaru. "You guys just try to relax. Maybe there was something we missed."

"You want to go into that room again?" Frederica asked, her voice carrying a hint of suspicion. "I-I mean, I'm sure you don't have any ill intent. Just…"

"I'll try to mind Felt's privacy," Subaru promised, trying not to feel insulted. He realized how it must look to want to go back there again. "Do you trust me, Emilia?"

"...Of course," Emilia said hesitantly. Again, Subaru felt a pang in his heart from the distrust. But he understood why it was that way. He was the only man here after all, and he wanted to go back into the viewing room where Felt was getting pounded by machines.

With that, Subaru turned around to return to Felt's viewing room. But as he did so, he glanced at Elsa, who smiled at him. She was a twisted bitch, that was for certain. She probably enjoyed seeing this happening to them.

Subaru ignored it, glancing at Crusch instead to gauge how she was faring. She was staring at him. He couldn't stop looking at her, either, and now she noticed that he saw her staring at him. Things would be awkward if he just stayed silent now. He had to say something now that he'd noticed.

"Er, is there something on my face?" Subaru asked.

"No, it's nothing," said Crusch, glancing away, finally. It looked like there was something she was hiding from him. "It's just… I want to talk to you about something after you're done investigating, is all."

"Oh, okay," Subaru said awkwardly, wondering what she wanted to say to him. He left to go to Felt's viewing room.

The pistons hadn't slowed down since Subaru left the room. If anything, they were faster than he remembered, but wasn't sure if that was just a trick of the mind or if they'd sped up even more since they'd left. Felt already looked like she'd been fucked ragged, drool escaping from the gag and dripping down her chin while her eyes were hazy and unfocused, but fell upon him once she detected movement in the room. Felt met his eyes, looking at him pleadingly as her muffled squeaks and gasps played over the loudspeaker. She must've been able to hear it too. Subaru forced himself to look away from her, taking another once-over of the room.

Besides the viewing window, everything else about the room was the same as every other room. What was strange about Felt's punishment room was that there wasn't any door that led inside. It was as if she was truly teleported in there. But how? There were so many mysteries left unexplained, and nothing for him to use. Subaru thought back to when his vision went dark. It was less like the room had gone dark, and more like his eyes simply turned off. How was that possible?

Subaru tugged at the collar around his neck. Was that responsible for the blackout? There was no way of telling for certain, but Felt had been moved so quickly that it was hard to tell what had happened. Subaru gave up on trying to figure out anything else. His gaze once again fell on Felt's body as she was violated, and he thought about how much he wanted to rip her out of there, listen to her gasp in exhaustion and thank him with gratitude, before realizing that he was planning to use her sore, gaping holes for his own pleasure. Subaru could only imagine what it'd be like to see Emilia or Priscilla in Felt's place. He wondered how their faces would look, if they suddenly found themselves in a white room with a dildo pumping out of their pussy and asshole.

Something grabbed him from behind, pressing a pair of wonderfully soft and full breasts up against his back. Subaru's eyes widened in shock as he felt a hand caressing his dick through his trousers.

How did she… I didn't notice anyone coming in!

"Oh? Is this for me?" A dangerous-sounding purr came from behind him, tickling his ears. 

"Get the fuck off of me, you monster," Subaru managed to say.

"You were taking longer than expected. I was wondering why, and this was the answer," said Elsa. Her hands continued to rub over his crotch, and despite himself, Subaru couldn't help but thrust his hips into her hands. "So you like this?"

"I-I don't," Subaru lied. "It disgusts me."

It was a lie. An obvious one at that. Even if he hated and feared her, there was no denying his his body felt about those curves, the tantalizing flesh she left exposed with all that deep-cut cleavage, now squished against his back.

"I can smell your emotions. I smell a wonderful mixture of anger and fear, but also something else. Lust. But for me? Or for her? That's the question," said Elsa. Subaru gritted his teeth tightly. It was just his luck that two out of the six people here could read his emotions like an open book.

Move, Subaru commanded himself. Move. Why aren't you moving, dammit?! 

But it was no use. His virgin body, pent up after so many months without relief, couldn't resist her temptations. His cock already felt fit to burst, and her hand felt a hell of a lot better than his own.

"What are you doing?" Subaru hissed. 

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" Elsa replied, unconcerned. "Giving you a taste of what's to come. Mmm. And it feels like you like it, too, but I'm guessing that you were enjoying yourself watching this poor girl strapped into those machines before I came in. I didn't realize that there was such a sadistic beast trapped in here with all of us delicate maidens in this harrowing game."

"The only beast here is you," Subaru retorted. 

"How do you explain this then, hm?" Elsa asked, grasping his cock through his trousers tightly. Could he even make it out of this situation? She had her hands on some very damning evidence. Subaru grimaced in both pain and pleasure. He was completely on edge. "This isn't for me, is it? So it must be for her? You like watching her, don't you?" 

"You've got it all wrong," Subaru insisted, despite how obvious of a lie it was. 

"Perhaps I understand your heart even better than that mistress of yours," Elsa purred. "When I first experienced the pleasures of bowel-hunting, I was hooked from the start. Some people simply have something that makes them go crazy for it, no matter how disgusting it may be, or how disgusting other people might think it is. You're just like me."

"You're a sick bitch if you think I'm anything like you," said Subaru. 

"Your insults don't mean much when you're letting me do this," Elsa whispered, her voice tickling at his eardrum. "Mmm. You're so hard. Tell me, is this how hard you'll be when you get to rape one of us?" 

That word. Rape. It was a powerful word, and Subaru flinched just hearing it. Yet he couldn't deny his own dark urges. 

"Hehe…" Elsa's moist breath, together with her giggle, blew against his earlobe. Her hands roamed over his chest, his abs especially, where his guts were, while her breasts pressed against his back in a suggestive manner, molding her curves to his body. Subaru's breathing hitched, and his mind went blank. He couldn't pull himself away from her. 

Elsa knew fully well why he reacted the way he did. His heart beat so rapidly it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. She caught him, there was no denying it now. He couldn't make any excuses that would work.

"I see that looking at that little girl getting violated is more mesmerizing than my touch, and I am getting that right?" Elsa asked. Her whispers were like that of a succubus. 

Elsa didn't wait for a response to come. She knew it already, and Subaru felt something latch onto his earlobe. It was her teeth. She bit his earlobe, sending a sharp pain racing through him. The faint smell of blood drifted to Subaru's nose. Was his ear bleeding?

"Hehe… mmph…" Subaru felt something wet along his ear. She licked up the blood, moaning as she did so. Elsa was truly a vampire. Her cool, wet tongue brought forth a sensation contrasting against the hot pain he felt. All while provocatively tracing the shape of his penis through his tracksuit pants with long, dexterous fingers.

"I wonder what the others would think of this? That you're enjoying this?" Elsa asked, slipping her hand into his pants, wrapping around his cock. "Your bodily fluids taste so interesting."

"They wouldn't believe a murderer like you over me," Subaru managed to gasp. Getting a handjob from her was like being embraced by a succubus. Elsa seemed to be enjoying herself more and more as she played with his cock and listened to his agitated voice. She pulled his cock out of his tracksuit, her eyes widening slightly at the length and girth of it. For a Japanese teenager, Subaru was certainly above average. He didn't have any ego about it, since it wasn't something he earned but mostly genetics, but it would certainly give a girl a hard time without preparation. "Right here? In front of Felt?" Subaru asked.

"It's not like she can do anything about it, and I doubt that she'll be able to tell anyone," said Elsa, stroking him gently, pulling back his foreskin and running her fingers over the exposed head. She ran her palm over it, and he coated it with a spurt of pre-cum, which quickly slipped between her fingers, making her handjob slicker.

"They seem suspicious of you. After all, you're the only 'unlocker'," said Elsa. "And with such a dangerous weapon to boot. This would make any girl scream," She hummed thoughtfully. "If they knew how you were enjoying yourself at their expense, I wonder if it would make things a little uneasy?"

Subaru didn't give a damn what Priscilla or Elsa thought about him. But one person's face came to mind. One person that he did care about what she thought about him.

"Emilia–" Subaru was sure that she would try to understand him while wearing an expression of sorrow. She was too kind, too innocent, and that was exactly why he couldn't let her know about his selfish and twisted urges.

"You don't want anyone else to know either, right?" Elsa's voice was like a sweet and poisonous nectar. One that poured into his ear, penetrated his skull and seeped deep inside of his brain. Numbing it. Keeping him paralyzed, frozen in place. "Don't worry. I'll keep it a secret."

Subaru's judgment continued to wither away as she stroked him back and forth. "So just listen to what I have to say. I won't ask for much. How about this? You do what I say, and I won't tell anyone?" Elsa suggested.

"…Got it," Subaru gritted out. There was no use arguing. Besides, there was no reason why he couldn't go back on this agreement, and if it kept her quiet for now, it wouldn't be a problem.

"Good job. You're a good boy," Elsa's voice, soothing yet deadly, washed over him as she stroked his hair gently in a way that made him shiver, like she was rewarding a child, while jerking his cock while Felt watched, unable to look anywhere else besides the show in front of her, being used as jerk off material for Subaru. Subaru was more focused on how those pistons forced themselves in and out of her asshole more than how soft and supple her hand was, and it was enough to push him over the edge. Jerking his hips into her hand, Subaru let out a shower of sticky, thick fluid, spraying all over the window pane. He gasped for air, leaning against Elsa's voluptuous body as she tightly squeezed out the last few drops from his urethra, from the base to the tip, droplets of semen falling to the floor.

"What a big load. I'm sure she enjoyed watching that. Well then," said Elsa, detaching herself from Subaru standing in front of him. "Next, let's kiss." 

"The fuck?" Subaru whispered, not wanting anyone else to hear. Elsa brought her face towards his, closing the distance between them again instantly. Subaru was filled with apprehension as Elsa's face filled his vision.

"This is just a way for us to seal the deal," Elsa's breath brushed over Subaru's cheeks, but he couldn't look away from those dark irises staring into his soul, like she understood him. In a way, he understood her too. 

"And I want you to call me by my name as well. I deserve some respect," Elsa insisted. 

"You–" Subaru choked, forcing himself not to call her something unsavory. This woman didn't deserve respect. "Fine, Elsa." Her name came out as a snarl from his lips.

"Now, was that so bad? Now for that kiss," said Elsa.

With that, Elsa leaned forward, and like a deer in the headlights, Subaru couldn't pull away as she pressed her soft and full lips against his, gripping his shoulders tightly. Kissing him while Felt watched from behind the glass, still getting fucked mercilessly by the machines. Out of the corner of his eye, standing there in shock, Subaru saw someone else watching them as well. At the entrance of the door was Emilia, watching as her knight was kissed by someone who'd tried to murder them both only a few months ago.

Elsa noticed her too, and her only response was to press the back of Subaru's head into hers, deepening the kiss, and slipping her tongue into his mouth, grinding against his front, his erection digging into her midriff through a layer of clothing. Her tongue was soft, and Subaru could taste his blood in her mouth. It was intoxicating, but at the same time, it was like kissing a corpse. Considering what she was, it probably wasn't that far off from the truth. Why couldn't it have been her behind the glass instead of Felt?

Subaru returned to his senses… far too late. Subaru cursed his weak will as he pushed Elsa away from him. 

"It's not what you think," Subaru said pathetically, turning to face Emilia. He could tell that Emilia was trying not to cry. "This isn't…"

Elsa molded her body to Subaru's side, nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck as he looked to Emilia pleadingly. "No, it's exactly what it looks like," said Elsa, licking her lips. "Quite the nice kisser, if I do say so myself. Have you enjoyed him yet? This is your knight, isn't it? Don't tell me you haven't popped this poor boy's cherry yet."

Emilia turned red, her eyes downcast. But before Subaru could try to explain, or justify himself, Emilia fled into the other room without a word. 

"Emilia-tan!" But she was already gone. Elsa prevented him from chasing after him, though.

"Nope. No can do," said Elsa. Speaking to her was like getting caught in a spider's web. "Now, for my first request. I can tell that the green-haired girl is going to tell you that you should pick her for the first game. I want you to do it."

"Huh? Green haired– you mean Crusch?"

"Yes, her," said Elsa, walking past him. She didn't bother with elaborating. "Well, that's all. Toodaloo."

Subaru couldn't stop her as she walked away, effectively ending the conversation. He wasn't sure what to do now. Things were bad with Emilia, and considering the nature of this game, it would probably only get worse from here. He was going to have to rape someone.

Subaru looked back at Felt, who'd seen everything just transpire. She looked confused and shocked, even as her mouth was gagged and the pistons continued mercilessly inside of her. Subaru didn't care anymore. It wasn't like she'd be able to tell anyone anything like this. Felt came again, tears rolling down her cheek as her eyes rolled into their sockets.

With that, Subaru finally left the room, not ready for what came next but with no choice in the matter, there was nothing else he could do.