Chapter 160: The siege iii

As soon as Deherit saw me, she dropped to her knees and flinched in humiliation.

She seemed unable to resist, being on the verge of attack.

Violence upon violence, Soul Excretion.

Those who experience it cannot move.

"You were almost in big trouble, Deherit."

"**Ren**..."

"Did you follow me all the way here?"

"That’s quite the persistence. You too, senior."

"Here, you can pass through."

Deherit pressed her forehead to the floor and trembled.

This scene demonstrates the formidable power of Soul Excretion. Had she been a woman, she might have already reached the peak of her surrender; however, since the ability to incite sexual arousal in male characters has been nullified under the Lustbound setting, Deherit was merely gasping for breath as if she had sustained a grave injury.

"Can’t you get past this?"

I loaded a rubber bullet into the empty chamber.

"Do you want to be hit once more, then?"

"I’ve lost!"

Deherit surrendered.

"You felt it too, didn’t you? That acting cheap would only get you screwed."

"... Huff, hah... Please don’t shoot. I’ve surrendered...!"

I felt satisfied.

Both the student council president and Seridwen had no choice but to expel their personalities.

Could a mere supporting male character withstand that? It’s preposterous.

"How sincerely have you surrendered? Are you planning on following us later and stabbing us in the back? Huh?!"

As I shouted, brandishing the gun barrel threateningly, Deherit appeared on the verge of tears.

"I’m serious! I’ve surrendered!! Please, don’t shoot!"

Deherit pressed her forehead to the floor and cried out abjectly.

"I won’t bother you again during this exchange match!"

"Good heavens... How unbearable must the pain be to reduce you to such a pitiful state?"

I understand.

This is different from mere sickness.

Deherit is the sort who gritted his teeth and persevered all day without complaint, even when his thigh muscles sustained injuries severe enough to rupture.

And yet, even someone like him cannot bring himself to confront the terrifying sensation of having his very character seemingly defiled, as if expelled through the foulest of orifices.

"Very well, we shall move on. Deherit."

"Ah, ugh..."

"What’s that? Head held high? Do you wish to be struck?"

"No, I didn’t hear you! Just pass by. I’ll keep my head bowed!"

"Indeed."

We proceed to discipline Deherit, traversing the lengthy corridor and entering the Queen’s chamber.

A mere hour and a half into the 3R mission, we at last encounter Yuna within the Queen’s royal audience hall.

Just before my encounter with Yuna,

Isolde asked me as we passed through the palace corridor.

"By the way, do you know her?"

"Huh?"

"Yuna Nakamori. She’s my senior, right?"

"She’s my girlfriend."

At that moment, comments like "The whole world is Ren Asahi’s girlfriend" flooded the viewer’s chat room.

"So, what should we do? Fight with your senior girlfriend?"

"First, we need to talk."

"And if that doesn’t work?"

I had never given it deep thought.

Although we’ve come this far following the goal set by the exchange match, I suddenly feel that the situation has taken a strange turn.

Is Yuna the final boss?

Moreover, am I supposed to fight Yuna while taking my new girlfriend’s side?

Who did this? Who created this situation?

It’s probably not Mira. After all, everyone would want to make a Fleshlight fairly.

Coincidences are always the most troublesome.

"Do we have to fight Yuna?"

Elle asked hesitantly.

"I don’t want to either, but..."

If someone were to ask me about my girlfriend, Yuna Nakamori,

She has an honest personality, and she’s the type who dislikes giving in or losing.

Yuna would say, "She’s the type who gets upset if things turn out like this and are handled carelessly."

"Perhaps..."

"Then, we must proceed."

And so, we must return home.

In a situation where winners and losers are bound to be determined, we have no choice but to give it our all.

Soon, we entered a virtual realm with a pristine marble floor laid out before us.

It was our first confrontation with Yuna, who stood leaning against a throne.

Although it had only been a few days since I last saw her, Yuna felt unfamiliar.

Could it be because of her queenly attire?

She wore an H-line mini dress that clung to her hips. The black outfit featured a plunging V-neck that accentuated her chest and a distinctly visible waistline.

"You look beautiful."

Isolde’s reaction to Yuna’s appearance was a mix of envy and admiration in equal measure.

A cheat code named "Simplicity."

In the game, the tag of being unassuming is a testament to the character’s exceptional physical appearance.

Yuna’s lovely, blue eyes discovered me.

However, the moment the charismatic Imperial Queen caught sight of me, her eyes widened in surprise.

"Ren Asahi?"

"Yes, it’s me."

Yuna appeared taken aback.

With her hand on her sternum, Yuna inhaled deeply before asking again.

"The leader of the rebels... Ren Asahi?"

"Are you surprised?"

Emotion welled up in Yuna’s face.

"Of course I’m surprised! I believed you had survived, but I never expected you to rise among such formidable prospects. I’m truly touched."

Ah, how endearing...

Yuna, unable to conceal her delight and wearing her heart on her sleeve, appeared utterly adorable.

We had completely abandoned our roles in the game.

"It would have been nice if we were on the same side."

"Really... Do you know how much I missed you? Elle! Elle has been well too. Are you unhurt?"

"Yes!"

She strode confidently to the center of the audience chamber.

Now what? Should I ask Yuna to come down?

A nagging feeling told me something was off.

"Wait. Don’t come any closer."

As expected, Yuna placed her hand on her side and traced a line.

"Who’s that person next to you?"

"That’s Isolde, a first-year junior. We’ve been together ever since our squad was torn apart."

"Really?"

"Hello, Senior Yuna."

Isolde bowed her head.

"I am Ren’s fourth girlfriend, Isolde."

"...The fourth?"

Yuna was still smiling, but I sensed that the atmosphere had shifted.

"So, there’s a third as well?"

"Ha ha..."

We were in trouble.

I had no choice but to laugh awkwardly.

Are there fifth and sixth girlfriends too?

"I see. Ren, you’ve been having a good time? I’ve spent every night sleepless, desperately searching for you because I missed you so much."

"Calm down, Yuna. The journey to find you wasn’t easy either."

Elle’s complexion turned pale blue.

"Yuna is definitely angry."

"Is it my fault?"

"It was merely an unavoidable final boss battle."

Yuna dramatically raised the Queen’s baton and pointed at us.

"Listen, soldiers! Capture the rebels alive and make them kneel before me!"

"Yes!!!"

Oh, heavens!

Imperial troops poured out from all directions, as if surrounding us, who had stepped into the center.

"Do you want to seat that adorable girl named Isolde on the throne? Let’s see if she’s worthy."

"Ha ha."

Yuna was excited.

We both knew that this wasn’t a situation where we could afford any half-hearted efforts.

I took a deep breath and drew my shotgun.

"Prepare for battle. We shall crown the true Queen Isolde here."

"Uh, yes!"

"Ah. Wait a moment. Senior."

Isolde crossed her arms and pressed her breasts against me.

Rubbing, rubbing.

"Did you receive the mission?"

"Yes. Acting cute with my breasts in front of my senior’s eyes... Thank you!"

Yuna stared at us, bewildered.

"...Are you doing a personal broadcast right now?"

"This is my talent, Senior Yuna."

"Are you showing off your flirting with Ren to me?"

*Smirk.*

Isolde made me bend down, and then, with a slight lift of her feet, she gave me an unexpected kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for bringing me this far♡ I absolutely love my talented senior."

"Yes, I love you too, Sol."

Sol laughed in response.

"I’ve decided."

Isolde gripped her weapon firmly and declared,

"When I become queen, I will marry my senior, have eight children, and live happily ever after."

...This is just a situational play, right? Sol?

"You’re quite bold, junior. How well do you know Ren? Do you claim to know him better than I do?"

Yuna’s composure wavered as a would-be queen. She seemed distraught by the thought of me being taken away, which was also quite endearing.

"Last night, I embraced everything about Ren and took him inside of me. Won’t you say that’s knowing him well enough?"

The viewers’ chat room exploded.

*Is this what an idol would say? LOL*

*Why is this so funny?*

*I feel so sorry for the queen over there! LOL*

"Do you know Yuna well?"

Not wanting to concede defeat, Yuna shouted with flushed cheeks.

"I, I... not yet! I can put on the queen’s costume and let you have me from behind!"

"What?!"

"What are you reacting so clearly to, senior?"

Isolde jabbed me in the ribs, but I couldn’t help thinking, Will I betray the rebels?

"I’ve decided to give both my front and back to Ren!!"

Oh. Oh, my.

I wondered why the journey here hadn’t been smooth.

It must have been because I wanted to see Yuna!

"Attack! Ren brought me here safely!"

"By Her Majesty’s command, attack!"

[Tactical Shooting]

I immediately pulled out my Glock and fired a bullet into the heads of the approaching Imperial soldiers.

Then, I sprayed 12-gauge lead pellets with a Benelli, pushing the enemies back.

Elle and Isolde covered the directions I couldn’t shoot, engaging the countless Imperial forces entangled with each other.

Isolde’s combat prowess with a pair of NTR weapons was greater than mine.

"Huh!"

Slash with the sword, reap with the scythe...

As she released the harvested energy, Isolde pushed back dozens of Imperial soldiers.

The level has increased.

The level has increased.

An astounding feat.

[Mass Slaughter Pt+30]

[50 Consecutive Kills Pt+25]

[Elite Hunter Pt+18]

They had gathered an impressive number of points, but the atmosphere was so tense that letting their guard down could lead to immediate catastrophe.