Chapter 1283: 41. Torment

"The name of the game is—Guess Who I Am."

The girl's fragrant breath, accompanied by a voice brimming with temptation, drifted into Muen's ears.

With his vision sealed, such ambiguous movements and words should have greatly stimulated his nerves, especially since the girls had already intentionally or unintentionally stirred the flames inside him just moments ago..

Yet at this moment, Muen's heart suddenly jolted instead.

Something was wrong.

Guess Who I Am?

That......didn't sound much like a peaceful, happy game.

"Wait......wait!"

Muen twisted his body and instinctively reached for the cloth covering his head again—not sure whether it was his imagination, but through the light inside the carriage, he could vaguely make out that the cloth was dark purple and even had playful lace around the edges.

"We can play games later. Today I'd rather sit down and have an open, heartfelt conversation with all of you......"

"No moving."

But the moment Muen raised his hand, it was forcibly pressed back down. With a click, a familiar icy sensation immediately wrapped around his wrist."

Anti-Magic Shackles!

They had even prepared these things?^

Muen's sense of foreboding grew stronger.

Ordinary Anti-Magic Shackles like these could not possibly restrain him, and he instinctively tried to break free......but the shackles were not the only things holding him down.

Two soft hands pressed against his wrists from either side.

Caught between them and firmly pinned, even though his strength had improved enormously compared to before, there was still no possibility of breaking free in a short amount of time.

"You don't want to play this game?".

Seeing that Muen was unwilling to cooperate, the voice suddenly changed tone even while brute force continued holding him down.

It became like that of a pitiful little girl who had been terribly wronged, on the verge of tears:

"So everything Muen said just now......was a lie?"/

"Wait a minute. I don't understand. What does not wanting to play a game have to do with anything I said earlier?"

"Didn't I tell you? This is a game to prove that Muen carries us in his heart."_

He had no idea whose slender fingers were tracing circles across his chest.

While further provoking the flames inside him, they also seemed to be feeling the heartbeat that kept accelerating despite his verbal resistance.

"If you don't even dare play such a tiny game, does that mean Muen really doesn't love us anymore?"^

"......"

The corner of Muen's mouth twitched."

These......little devils!

They had already taken it this far.

How was he supposed to argue back?/

The instincts he had forged through countless battles of jealousy told him that discussing this subject with the shameless temptress in front of him offered absolutely no possibility of victory!

Because they had clearly planned all of this in advance!

From the moment they appeared, these girls—who used to start fighting whenever they met—had been strangely harmonious.

Aside from exchanging a few verbal jabs, they had not even made any of their usual little moves against each other.

Just a moment ago, Muen had still been marveling at world peace.

Only now did he abruptly realize......

The absence of a battlefield of jealousy was not necessarily a good thing for him.

Because it meant these women had genuinely joined forces!

Whether their alliance was truly unbreakable did not matter.

At least at this exact moment, they were advancing and retreating together!

Together, they were launching an attack against him!

—Their original target had been Miss Dragon, but unfortunately Miss Dragon was currently unavailable as a selectable target, so......

"This is kind of bad......"

Cold sweat appeared on Muen's forehead again.

Thinking about it carefully, the reason he had managed to survive so many battlefields of jealousy by sheer luck was nothing more than his skill at maintaining balance.

But now that balance had been completely shattered.

Even if they were getting along peacefully and no longer creating battlefields of jealousy, once they stopped being hostile toward one another, the person they could join forces against was not only Miss Dragon!

......It was also him!

Including in that particular regard.

The reason Muen had previously managed to barely fight several of them at once, aside from his own continuously improving abilities, was because he had always relied on dividing them, redirecting their attacks, and borrowing one person's strength against another.

But now they were attacking together.

Could his fragile little body......really endure it?

"Muen, your answer?"

Slender fingers continued tracing circles while another little hand stroked his chin.

The words were incomparably gentle, yet Muen could hear the blade hidden within them.

Peace.

Or war.

Everything depended on a single thought from him.

Of course, this war was not that kind of war.

But it was terrifying enough!

"......"

Muen thought for a long while.

Concluding that he still did not possess the ability to defeat four women by himself, he could only grit his teeth, swallow the humiliation, and agree.

"Fine......I'll play. What are the rules?"

"Good boy. That's my good Muen."

Muen felt a light kiss land on his cheek.

"The rules are actually very simple. We'll do something to you, and you'll guess. Guess which one of us is 'tormenting' you. If you guess correctly, you get a reward. If you guess wrong......then naturally, there will be a terrifying punishment."

"Fuck."

Muen cursed inwardly.

The last bit of hope in his heart completely vanished.

He knew it.

There was no way this would be a wholesome game.

After all, his vision was sealed.

His perception was sealed too.

Even his sense of smell was being interfered with by this suspicious piece of cloth covering his face, which carried the fragrance of a girl.

The only sense he could use was touch.

Trying to determine who was "tormenting" him under these circumstances would absolutely be an enormous test of both his senses and willpower!

Not to mention......

What exactly did this so-called "torment" entail?

Simple teasing?

Or......

"Naturally, we'll start with something easy. Don't worry. How could we ever truly bully our beloved lover? Right, junior?"

This time, the speaker was Anna.

And the moment she finished speaking, Muen immediately felt a chill below his waist.

"Oh my. Your mouth says no, but your body is already quite mature."

As she spoke, Muen felt something cool.

A hand.

From the sensation alone, Muen immediately began trying to identify whose little hand it was as it gently stroked the towering Tower of Babylon.

Softly caressing.

Slowly rubbing.

Skills honed through past experience were now being displayed to their fullest.

Even though Muen had already prepared himself, he still instinctively sucked in a sharp breath.

"Guess."

It was still Anna's voice.

At a time like this, the other girls had somehow reached a strange mutual understanding.

They all fell completely silent, giving Muen no other channel through which to obtain information.

The only sounds left inside the carriage were his gradually heavier breathing and the diligent movements of that little hand.

"Hurry up and guess."

Anna urged him.

"Don't think you can stall for time. There's a time limit."

"......"

Muen's expression twisted painfully.

With all other channels of information stripped away, his sense of touch had naturally become much sharper.

That gave him some possibility of distinguishing between them.

But it also raised the intensity of this "torment" by yet another level.

Still, things had already reached this point.

He could only concentrate as much as possible.

First, this hand was slender and smooth.

Wonderful beyond description.

Second, this hand was extremely soft.

Lastly, it was very practiced.

There was not even the slightest trace of awkwardness or shyness......

"Liya!"

Muen declared with certainty:

"It's Liya's hand!"

"......"

A brief silence followed.

Then Anna spoke again:

"Are you sure? I'll give you one chance to change your answer. Once you confirm it, there's no taking it back!"

"I'm sure!"

Muen was absolutely certain.

Because he remembered very clearly that among everyone, Liya's hands were the softest!

After all, as the Church's Saintess, all those little hands needed to do every day was pray.

She did not need to do any other kind of work!

"You trust your answer that much? Unfortunately......"

Muen's heart tightened......

"Correct!"

"......"

Damn upperclassman!

She even had to scare him first!

"Phew......"

Muen let out a long breath, as though he had just plunged downward from a hundred-meter height on a roller coaster.

Whatever else happened, it seemed he had survived the first round.

"Hmph!"

Naturally, Liya still let out an unhappy little snort.

"How did you guess it immediately? That's no fun!"

"Not bad."

Anna laughed softly.

"You remember details like this rather thoroughly. As expected of junior."

"Like you said just now, this is all because of my love for you!"

Muen could not help becoming a little smug.

"We've certainly felt junior's love. We'll record these first two answers and give you the appropriate rewards later. But the game still has to continue."

"Bring it on!"

Compared to when the game had first begun, Muen was no longer nearly as flustered.

By now, the sensations of Liya's hand and Anna's hand had already been deeply engraved into his mind.

That left only An and Ariel.

A fifty-percent chance.

Combined with how well he knew them......

He had absolutely no idea how he could possibly lose!

"It seems junior has become very confident."

Anna smiled.

"In that case, let's raise the difficulty a little."

"Huh?"

Muen immediately froze.

But before he could even react to how they intended to increase the difficulty, he heard a soft slurping sound.

Like a tender tongue sliding over and licking ice cream.

"Wait......"

Muen's entire body instantly tensed.

Every hair on his body stood upright, and he began trembling slightly.

It was as though a powerful electric current had shot through his entire body.

"Well?"

Anna asked considerately.

"Can you tell who it is this time?"

"N-no......that's not fair."

Muen panted heavily, desperately trying to steady his breathing as he gritted his teeth.

"Using only this is way too underhanded!"

No matter how deeply he loved them or how well he knew them, there was no possible way he could distinguish the subtle differences between their small, soft tongues.

Not to mention that the main organ doing the distinguishing right now was not exactly well suited to noticing every tiny detail.

"Is that so?"

Anna thought for a moment after hearing him.

"That's true. This is a little too difficult for junior. We should be somewhat considerate."

The moment she finished speaking, Muen felt an extreme wet heat completely envelop him.

"Hiss......"

Muen once again trembled uncontrollably.

An indescribable sensation swept throughout his entire body, amplified even further by the fact that all his other senses had been sealed away!

A moment ago, cold.

Now, burning hot.

Ice and fire, two extremes at once!

He was going to die!