A Netorare Scene Unlike Any Other (2)
Mina took the scabbard in hand and drew the sword in a single, fluid motion.
In the darkness of the bedroom, the blade and Mina’s bare body shimmered faintly, casting a pale, ghostly glow.
The air in the room had shifted completely, now, it reeked of nothing but animal musk.
Climbing atop Issak, Mina raised the sword high above her head.
Her violet eyes gleamed, stripped of all reason, filled only with primal hunger.
A shudder gripped Issak’s entire body, locking him in place.
W-Wait, what—
Before he could even decide whether to shout, Mina plunged the sword deep into Issak’s stomach.
“!!”
A strangled cry burst from him as agony bloomed. His eyes flew open just in time to see Mina’s blood-splattered face alight with joy.
“You!!”
Issak thrust out an arm to block the next strike.
But Mina batted it aside and drove the blade into him again.
The third strike pierced his right lung. The fourth slashed open his throat. After that, it became a frenzy, pure, mindless violence.
With every thrust, Mina’s ecstasy grew, her eyes glowing ever brighter with that unnatural violet light.
The bedroom was soaked in Issak’s blood. The reek of the beast thickened, almost suffocating.
“Haha! I did it… I finally killed Issak! Hahaha!!!”
Lovecraft, laughing like a madman, shoved Mina down onto Issak’s mangled body.
“Aaaargh!!”
The roar Mina let out no longer resembled anything human.
On top of Issak, submerged in a sea of blood, Mina twisted in madness. She cradled his cold, bluish face and tried to tear at his lips with her teeth.
“Ahahaha!!!”
Drunk on ecstasy, Mina snatched the sword again. Cackling, she began stabbing Issak’s body over and over.
Laughter, cruel and wild, echoed through the bedroom, now sunk so deep into shadow that no light of man could reach it.
How the hell did it come to this…
The pain of the endless stabbing, paradoxically, was what kept Issak conscious.
Even as he was being killed, he found himself staring blankly at his wife, now being taken by another man.
What is she… what the hell is she?
Mina, her pale skin splattered with blood, golden hair disheveled, eyes glowing like amethysts, was devouring the men with abandon.
She was supposed to be a queen, but all Issak could see was a monster.
Lovecraft let out a guttural howl as Mina’s pleasure surged to its peak.
“Aaaaahh!!”
With a cry that wavered between a scream, a moan, and a hymn, Mina stabbed Issak through the heart, coming in the geyser of blood that erupted from him.
This is seriously bad!!
Issak nearly crushed his molar in panic but stopped himself. It wasn’t time. Not yet.
His consciousness was slipping fast.
As his vision dimmed, he saw Lovecraft and Mina collapse together onto the bed, now just a pool of blood, utterly still.
Once he was sure of it, Issak summoned what little strength he had left, crushed the molar hidden in his upper jaw, and swallowed it.
“Idiots… I really thought I was dead.”
Ten minutes later.
Issak stood beside the bed, stunned by the nightmare that had been his bedroom.
Not a single patch of wall or ceiling had been spared from the spray of his blood.
The heavy stench of beasts still hung thick, turning the room into the den of some carnivorous animal.
A literal sea of blood had pooled across the bed.
And in the middle of that sea, Mina lay naked, breathing softly in her sleep.
Issak rotated his arm, testing its range.
The wounds Mina had inflicted had closed, at least for now.
His heart was still beating, barely.
The super recovery potion hidden in his molar had done its job.
“So… what now?”
Issak raked a hand through his hair, fingers clawing at his scalp.
By all rights, Mina and Lovecraft, and their entire bloodline, should be executed for adultery and treason.
But this was the king’s bedchamber, the deepest chamber in the heart of the palace.
In a place like this, white becomes black, and black turns an iridescent gray.
There is no law here. No justice.
Only the delicate balance of power.
And King Issak held no power. No loyal followers.
Even if Issak cried foul, if Mina claimed innocence, then innocence she would be.
No matter how gruesome this scene, if Issak walked away alive, it could, and would, be dismissed as if it never happened.
No, even if he’d actually died, it would’ve still been swept under the rug.
Just like Issak himself had done, time and again.
And now, pretending nothing happened wasn’t an option either.
The man who should have died was still breathing.
And if he stayed, they’d kill him again. No doubt.
That left only one choice. Run.
Outside, the darkness over the mountains had started to thin.
Summer nights didn’t last. He had to hurry.
Issak stripped off his shredded, blood-caked nightclothes. Even the undergarments were tossed aside as he searched for a change of clothes.
Just then, Mina stirred in the bed and slowly sat up, swaying.
“Fuck.”
Panic surged. If Mina saw him, there’d be no getting away.
Issak snatched the black smartphone from the desk and the dull-edged sword, nothing else, and sprinted naked toward the window.
The movement caught Mina’s attention. She turned with a start.
“Issak!?”
The moment her voice reached him, Issak crashed through the window and leapt into the open air.
Mina rushed to the window, leaning out as far as she could.
But Issak’s figure, and even his presence, had already vanished into the fading shadows before dawn.
“…This is the eighth floor, huh!?”
Mina muttered blankly, unable to process what she’d just seen.
A cold wind, far too cold for summer, swept across her blood-drenched body.
She couldn’t stop the shivering that rose from deep within.