Mr. Killak looked down at me with a cruel glint in his eye.
“You reap what you sow, you ugly bitch. We’re gonna get you back on behalf of all the guys you’ve tricked.”
They forced a bottle into my mouth. I choked on the hot liquid that burned as it went down my throat.
“Yeah, drink up! Drink, Sister!”
But they held my head down and poured the alcohol into my mouth. I could barely breathe, so I coughed it up and they all laughed at me. They poured it on my face and hair.
My chest and throat felt hot. I thought I was going to die, it was so bad. But then my head got all fuzzy and my tongue got tangled. I couldn’t even beg for my life.
“Help... M-My chest...”
“Huh? You want me to grope your chest?”
“She’s a nasty one, all right. Strip her, strip her!”
The men violently ripped off my sacred Sister habit.
I was so groggy I didn’t have the energy to resist even though I knew what they were about to do to me. They peeled off my underwear and spread my legs. Then they laughed and poured alcohol down there, too.
“Help me...Miss Hasperrr...”
The girls had turned their backs and were saying mean things about me amongst themselves. “This is divine punishment,” they kept saying. “This is her fault, so what does she expect?” They talked fast, repeating those sorts of things over and over.
What did I ever do to them? Did I really do something that would warrant this?
Someone’s hand groped my chest, and someone’s head moved toward down there. I squeezed the word “help” out of my throat, but maybe because I was so drunk, I couldn’t scream like I wanted to.
I cried and asked them to please at least use luvya grass. But they laughed at that, too.
“You already wanna do it? You’re so funny.”
“That’s Kiyori the Slut for ya!”
“Sorry, I forgot the luvya. Just for today it’s fine without, right?”
“I’ll cum a lot for you, so let’s have fun, Kiyori.”
In utter despair, I was losing hope.
This was the demon forest.
Only horrible monsters could survive here.
Miss Haru. Please come save me, Miss Haru.
“U-Uh? Oh shit. Is this some party zone for the popular kids? Am I interrupting?”
Just then, I heard a voice I recognized talking really fast.
He surprised everyone coming out of the dark like that, but he was even more shocked than they were. He was totally awkward.
Yes, it was Mr. Endless Crimson Rain.
I didn’t even call him, but he came.
When he saw me and all the men holding me down—“Oh my god, it’s even a sex party”—he backed up and put his hands to the ground—he actually bowed down to apologize. He hadn’t even been there five seconds yet.
I shouldn’t have had the wherewithal to think such a thing, but it was such a gorgeous prostration that I couldn’t help but be impressed.
It’s the natural posture of someone who has made a study of how much other people will have to see him prostrate himself in daily life.
After performing that complete prostration, so perfect I wanted to put it in textbooks and teach it to children, Mr. Endless Crimson Rain apologized. “I’m very sorry for disturbing your sex party.”
“...Mr....Crimson... More importantly...”
“...Huh? Is that...Kiyori?”
Mr. Endless Crimson Rain was surprised when he finally noticed me. “Are you serious? Were you filming with that videolator guy? I heard a rumor he stole you.” He said some other things I didn’t understand. “No, hold up. I’m not the type who gets turned on by this kind of thing, so it’s really annoying for it to come out of nowhere. But, huh? Wait a sec. That’s one thing, but... Ah, I got an itch... No, that’s not right. I’m not about to get all excited by being forced to grovel at the scene of an orgy featuring my ex-girlfriend... Huh? What the hell? What is up with me...?”
“P-Please save me... Help...!”
“Huh? Nah, I’m the one who wants to be saved here.”
He is honestly so hopelessly dense and doesn’t listen, and it irritates me, but it occurred to me—with this awful timing—that maybe I was looking in a mirror, and it hurt. A lot.
“What’s with this guy? How lame. What’s he groveling for?”
“Ohh, I know that guy. That’s the C-Ranker Endless Crimson Rain something or other. He started off real strong, but hasn’t shown up lately.”
“Yeah, some guys are like that. Maybe they have a little talent, but they don’t put in the work, so they go nowhere.”
“They underestimate the sword-fighting world, so they get buried. Get outta here. We don’t have any use for pipsqueaks like you.”
“This is the B-Ranker Killak. I’m sure you know who he is. If you get it, then disappear. Quit hanging around.”
The men laughed at Mr. Endless Crimson Rain, too.
I was so frustrated I started to cry.
I don’t care anymore, so at least you should run away.
“What’s that?” Mr. Endless Crimson Rain said in a disappointed voice as he looked up. He stood and dusted off his knees. “Sheesh!” he laughed. “A B-Ranker pipsqueak boy? I mistook you for people with actual lives and bowed—my mistake! Agh. So what, now? What are you assholes doing to Legend Innodiator of Roaring Flames, THE Endless Crimson Rain @ Thousand Chiba P’s ex-girlfriend?”
Upon a sudden shift in attitude, Mr. Legend Innodi-something-or-other drew his sword and casually approached.
I had seen all sorts of duels in the arena, but this was the first time I saw men fighting outside. They weren’t holding back. It was a fight for their lives.
I had seen Mr. Endless Crimson Rain in the arena, thought he was pretty strong for an amateur C-Ranker, and followed his progress.
But I learned that he hadn’t been taking it seriously.
The fight was over almost immediately.
But that wasn’t the end of it. Long after they could no longer hold their swords and had lost all will to fight, he was still harassing them.
Mr. Endless Crimson Rain was actually incredibly relentless. I learned that in the arena when he won so simply and shook his opponent’s hand, that was just his business face.
He was totally wicked and tormented them in cruel ways. He picked up bugs with an awful lot of legs and ordered the men to eat them.
Though I didn’t feel any sympathy for them, it wasn’t a scene I particularly wanted to see, either.