Military Division Guild - South Central District of Falx City
"Any consideration in this matter?" Juliette asked.
Juliette and Camelia were sitting in front of the desk of a certain receptionist who was a young-looking man that had self-responsibility, worked hard and fulfilled something he could contribute even slightly. The three of them were negotiating about the Report File that Camelia wrote in a single piece of paper. She had quite a good and picturesque handwriting which he complimented her fonts as he took much time to read her paper comfortably.
"The details will be confirmed once the guild will approve this file with clear details and explanation regarding your task you had on the last day. I'm sure that there is no longer need to revise this file for more confirmation… unless the processing will do the trick," the receptionist explained while tapping the paper to keep its proper form.
"Are there any further suggestions in relation to these details we handed out?" Camelia asked.
"I'm sure that the jurisdiction will be happily pleased to further the investigation, but the problem is that… most politicians may have a bit of favor on this, so I might apologize if that will happen in much time of considerations," the receptionist bowed his head for deep apologies.
"Will the Court accept the prosecution?" Juliette asked.
"Unless evidence should be clarified physically, then the preparations for the prosecution is a big will for a formal discussion."
His response made Juliette relieved, for the circumstance might leave them astray; if that would happen, it would consider their Report File fraudulent. The ones who could verify to this case were Juliette van Vermiculo, and Markus Himmler who were the commanders of each division, so they would handle the verification as the witness with their presence of evidences that might contradict to isolate the accuser with their "checkmate", but in any cases, there could be something that the supposed "accuser" or defender would present their refutation that considered accordingly to the Codes of Justice.
So avoiding this circumstance, they requested for further investigation despite it might tire for them to continue with best effort.
"To be honest… I'm not quite satisfied with how stressful your work might come to this so far, but if you want to push it farther, then dare yourselves to express whatever you want… it's either be a streetwise, or a knucklehead," the receptionist chuckled for a bit.
"Well… to measure this up properly, we'll look forward to the acceptance of further investigation. Even a slightest move we do, the real factor will always step out of our nerves… Thank you for having time with us," Camelia made her conclusion while standing up from her chair.
With that, Camelia independently walked out from their desk as she had some personal business to look forward at. Until she left. The receptionist guy approached Juliette's ear while avoiding Camelia's attention.
"She is indeed my type of woman… brilliant, exquisite with glasses, and very much I can admire," he whispered to Juliette.
"That's very unlikely of you," Juliette laughed. "At first glance, you're a sweet and splendid guy with your romantic taste, especially when you secretly complimented her handwriting. As the commander of the Black Resort Division, I can tell that you're in a cover for a list."
"Oh… really? I probably can't deserve this much, but thank you for your kindness. Despite you're somewhat an arrogant lady, your lips can tell much of your character."
The receptionist guy somehow displeased Juliette in her mindful matter, but she reconsidered his impression as her thanksgiving of his reasonable compliment.
"I wish I could be your first girlfriend," Juliette winked at him.
"Oh…. Thank you for that, but in terms of girlfriend, I secretly admired Camelia more than you… since you're a mistress from the House of Delicia," he nervously fidgeted his intertwining hands — as a sign of his shock.
"You truly are a lovely person," she air-kissed in front of his eye.
Hence, Juliette properly bid a farewell to a receptionist guy who was a secret admirer of Camelia — the intellectual woman in Black Resort Division. He coincidentally blushed his cheek as he placed the Report File paper into an A4-sized envelope with a yellow mark labeled at the upper-right front edge of it.
He dropped it at first, but he somehow retrieved it safely with his exasperated sigh.
* * *
Marketplace - South Central District of Falx City
Mirai tightly gripped her collar to keep the cloak enclosed without exposing her fully naked body — walking like a flasher except unwillingly to do so. She roamed around the sidewalk to find some clothing shops after Juliette handed out her allowance — 10 gold coins — to buy some decent clothes and wear them as soon as possible to prevent her embarrassment from being stimulated and might ruin her identity, classifying her as exhibitionist. Most people who were passing by around her didn't find her suspicious in their first impression as she was like a beggar who had only 10 gold coins on her hand. She could've wished for a pocket on her rotten cloak for convenience, but it was impossible since there were no pocket bags within it. Although the night blighted the sky, the possibility of immoral acts could arise from depths of a secret place within the capital.
"These people don't really care about any weird scenario…. I guess keeping it covered is a must here," Mirai mumbled.
Mirai was consciously aware of people's behavior — even a single mistake would grab public attention. She might ignore their reaction unless the media would expose her ubiquitously. According to Juliette's basis, most people especially men were hooking in prostitution common for Falx City to perform erotic acts for their carnal desires in despite of public concern, but there were lots of fascinating things similar in terms of customary activities such as public comedy, sport tournaments, and any other kinds of entertainment.
"Where in the world is the clothing shop? All I see here is meat, cheese, and vegetables around here… Well, this might be the section for food ingredients."
She couldn't handle much as the crowd congregated. She avoided cautiously from that spot since there might be a molester who would do some "self-pleasing" service by placing one's hand on the other's back. Unfortunately, it was too late as the horde of consumers began their marching wave, which brought confusion over her.
She detoured herself towards the alley where no people would pass by the streets since it was heavy for her to walk and search for a mere clothing shop. Tightly gripping her rotten cloak and 10 gold coins, she somehow pushed people despite their irritation. Luckily, no one could complain eagerly for a mere intention since they thought she had something to hurry about.
Until Mirai reached a near-alley area, she hardly respired at her best as it compressed the air — her breathing suppressed awhile ago because of the heavy and tight congregating traffic.
"Oh… my… goodness… I went crazy over this place… just not the right place to station myself for a mere search. I wonder if Juliette fooled me over from the very beginning," she panted while her grip released, partially exposing her naked body with her bare front such as her cleavage, midriff, and bottom line.
Mirai blamed Juliette for not giving a brief detail about the marketplace around the nearest area that both of them would reconvene together in a sooner time.
"No!! Please! Take it back!!"
Moments later, she heard someone screamed — sounded like a boy who had trouble with someone who stole his sort of valuable stuff. She subsequently approached the noise, running carefully without a single misfortune.
Until she found the scenario, three tall and ugly men cornered the little thin boy with small regular height — looked like his age was preschool years — while gripping something as a bag of coins on one of the crooked men who appeared to be a thug. Witnessing the scene, it left her tolerance unaided because of her helplessness that somehow trembled her mind over something that might humiliate her; she was a person with no places to cry or hurl her dragging force to exert. She was struggling to sympathize with a certain boy's feelings.
"Give it back!! I need that money to buy some medicine!! My mother is sick!!" the boy yelled while jumping up to the height of the crooked man.
"Oh~ has your mother been that rich sometimes? I wonder if you're a noble kid who just got out from your house to fetch some cure," the crooked man said while extending his handful arm upwards, avoiding to let the tiny kid grab.
"Shut up!! I've been working hard for this! I got that from my piggybank!"
"Ha ha ha! Back off, you little twat!! A liar like you doesn't need help come from a… bad… boy… like you!!"
The second man pushed the boy away from their sight.
Mirai felt guilty if she couldn't help the boy's hardship that would come later in his helpless situation. The boy wept as he continued to jump straight upward with his best effort. Because of his mother, he had that bag of coins for the purpose of buying the medicine, but the thug got the bag of coins to watch his tears out of their laughter.
"Hey! Give the money back to him!" she berated with his cry.
To avoid her regretful consequence, she interfered despite her embarrassment. Her shameless bravery however made the men fascinated by her when they had a clear outlook on her — the grip on her rotten cloak had relinquished as she clenched her fist and stood in front of them. Apparently, it was a stupid idea of her to let the cloak out from her grip; just as she concentrated with her tension on one way before another.
"..."
"Have you felt any sorrow for his reasons?! Do you think of the purpose why he had it?! All he desired was to save his mother, and now, you are stealing the money from him… for fun?"
Silence broke out as they piqued their curiosity.
"Hey, you little miss! Are you just acting like a hero with that 'signature' outfit of yours? Is your birthday… today?"
Following with what the first man said, the others laughed with his joke — idiomatically using the term to leave herself with additional embarrassment. He somehow dodged his question to insist on her for his question first.
"What?! No, for your information… my birthday is December 2!" Mirai responded exasperatedly, strongly shaking her head.
"Oh, I see. I wonder what date is today?" the second man asked.
"I'm really sorry guys, but I forgot to take a peek of my calendar," the third man teased.
Their words were taunting yet satisfying for them as the jokes meant to be entertaining was the way to make her clenched. The boy didn't have a clue other than he demanded to bring back his money.
When the boy saw the conspicuous lady, he, at first, thought about her, exposing herself like a "heroic" exhibitionist.
The first man with money shoved the boy aside and approached Mirai with his rigid, narrow-eyed face. He marched like a sluggish bastard with his potential back problems.
"Milady~?" He sarcastically slowed the address to her. "How about we can talk with some terms to discu–"
Mirai took the advantage of the first man as she immediately grabbed the bag of money through his loose hands and swiftly tossed back to the boy.
"Catch and ruuuuuun!!" Mirai cried.
She barely left her partial naked body to reveal with her loose, hanging cloak opening the curtains aside. The man followed his eye towards the flying bag coin, and later, the boy somehow caught it on his hand into a right trajectory. That was literally her tricks up to her sleeves.
However, the boy slowly responded as the other two men could catch up, but he did his best to run away as fast as he could without thanking Mirai about her help,
Although...
"Leave him be! He had around 250 silver–"
Taking an advantage, Mirai immediately choked his neck with her clutched arm like a cuddling lover except she intended to suffocate him vigorously.
But how did Mirai learn about it? She had no background regarding any combat experience, excluding the time when she successfully killed the old man in the robe before when she got here. Her gained competence somehow remained mysterious, but that was all she could give her best to them… or particularly worse.
"Graaaagh!!"
To restrain away from Mirai's grasp, the first man elbowed her ribs as Mirai numbed, feeling like she got a broken rib. Then, he shoved himself away from Mirai to gain his freedom once again.
"Ggh!"
Mirai put both of her palms onto her afflicted point, and by any chance, the first man rushed towards her and kicked her down, forcing her to fall down to the surface. Her rotten cloak disrobed by its loose end — leaving her fully exposed — while the gravity affected the loss of grip on her 10 gold coins.
The reason he turned to him instead of a boy was the catch of his glimpse — holding 10 gold coins which was more valuable than the boy had on his purse. However, each of the gold coins had distantly scattered around — hardly to find every piece of fortuitous treasure.
"You cheeky little naive bitch! I thought the boy had more fortune to get… but seeing several pieces of gold coin intrigued me more to you," the first man expressed his anger while approaching knocked-down Mirai.
"..!"
"Plus… we get to see your entire body like a piece of delicate art."
"He he he! Is this quite satisfying for a 'hero' like her to be punished?" the third guy sarcastically asked.
"Wait, guys! Hold on… she had bloodstains on her feet!" the second guy said while pointing his index finger to her feet.
Once the rest of them caught his attention, they gasped with their widened eyes and shrunken pupil; they probably thought of her as somewhat a killer with her extreme 'feet-killer' that fatally exerted with a single boot.
"Graaah!"
The first guy delivered her a first blow as he asserted her as a threat that might bring horrors to them.
"Aghhh!" Mirai wailed.
"Fucking biiitch!! You made me change my mind!! I would've preferred raping you for good… but you went with me otherwise!" the first man said while pressing her forehead.
"Oh, come on…. Let's give ourselves some good flavor to taste our justice. Since this bloody wench could be a murderer!" the second guy said with a shrug.
"Adding the flavor?" the third guy chuckled. "Blowing for the party is our chance here, and now, we're in an unwelcome change of shape."
"Don't worry, our reward here will double the price. One for the coins."
"And others..."
"... for our delicacy." the first guy added the expected answer.
"Let's get this quick!!"
Afterwards, the first man clutched Mirai's shoulder with his tight arms. While numb for pain, the rest two guys punched her abdomen with much exerted force to punish wildly despite their arousal. They constantly battered her until reddish swell appeared on top of her belly. After they fully satisfied, they went for her masochistic face — her tongue protruded while her pair of eyeballs slightly rose to her lids. A bit of blood flowed out from her mouth as she coughed painfully, drooling with light-reddish liquid.
She gnashed her teeth with her clenching fist — trying to endure the pain that somehow overwhelmed her trembling mind.
"Now for the butt!"
Once they grinned with their rolling fingers, the first man rolled her body, facing her back towards the two guys while he got the front one. He had an unobstructed view of her closed eyes and shedding tears with her grievous condition — leaving herself unwilled to fight back. As the two guys got their smack on her ass, her body trembled as she felt the pain growing for many times. They felt the heat within their body as their brain shook with a hormonal-driven effect.
Mirai was having a time of humiliation; she regretted why she had to save that boy.
"Why… does… this...end...up...like...this?" Mirai mumbled while the first man slightly heard her voice.
"What~? Is there something crippling around you? Maybe you're kinda hot for this time."
The first man violently intertwined his lip against hers with their tongue swirled altogether. It wasn't the kiss of "love"; it was nothing but a lustful urge — sinfully pledged for fun. Later, he fondled her breasts and rolled it in an opposite clockwise direction.
She could've saved herself with her Dark Matter ability that the surrounding factors were always available, but what and why didn't she use it in the first place? Was it because she urged to save the boy from the misery of his mother impotently?... or was it because she felt tired of seeing the boy struggling? Luckily, the 10 gold coins on her grip — scattered around — was his fair chance to leave without caring to save Mirai back from her turning-tide although it was a mishap of her as she equivalently exchanged with the crooks' stimulation to molest her violently as the "service of justice" since she got blood stains onto her sole.
The devil perfectly planned to set her up in a worse case scenario.
The timing of her "limitation" was the procedure of making herself vulnerable. As a human being like her, all she could for now was to cripple as much as she wanted as long as it would feel better sooner enough.
"(Why do I have to end up like this? It's not like I expected it predictably… I wonder why it feels delightful after getting through the first step of miserable… Vally, did you set myself up for this?)"
Mirai couldn't remember anything other than mumbling inside her mind was the point of her nonsensical fate. From the old man who penetrated her with his "smelly dick" to the three thugs who were battering as the "punishment of justice". Even though it was her second turn, she gnashed her teeth harder than a normal furious person could do despite how strong the intensity was.
One guy behind her knelt down, facing directly to her crotch as he wanted to smell and taste her "juice" while lubricating it to nourish the sloppiness of her bottom line. Moments later, the two guys unzipped their pants before the kneeling guy finally stood up as they exposed their penises to prepare for a thrust; one to her front, the other to her back. Gradually penetrating altogether into her vagina, they sandwiched Mirai — thrusting sounds were hurriedly operating with their fully charged simulation.
"Ahn...ahh… why does it feel so good?!"
However, from Mirai's perspective, she resisted urging and accepting what had gone insane. Her brain trembled as the refusal was inevitably futile. She truly didn't want this to happen in the first place, but who was the fault in causing the wide-open circumstance?
… It was Mirai and the three guys all along.
"Ahn… grrrrrehhhh!"
Suddenly, her vaginal wall between itself contracted the inserted instruments as the squeeze devastated their stimulation to be a far-exceeding grasp.
As a result, it had compressed their phallus, the force of her inside-muscles rallied with exerted force.
"Shit! Why is my cock unable to slip?"
"I feel the same too… it feels fucking numb!"
Constant rally of her vaginal wall suppressed their penises from their self-mobility. Her insides blocked the blood flowing through the veins while half of its volume inflated the flesh. Eventually, it caused the break of a balloon as the blood gushed out like a popped air.
"Ahhhhh!"
"Gaaaaaahhh!!"
Subsequently, two of the guys who inserted their penises into her vagina screeched, permanently unable to give birth to their "future wives". They both drove away from her as the constant bleeding from their crotch couldn't stop with their tight-covered grip. While the segmented pieces stuck in her vagina — the end severely left outside, she forced it to let the pieces out from her two holes while something splattered it with blood.
"Fuckiiiiiing biiiitch!! Aggghhh!"
The first man howled with his retching sound of inevitable pain. The same went for the second guy.
"Kehehehehehehehe!"
Mirai was grinning with his maniacal narrow eyes to feel what it was like to payback with their exceeding humiliation.
It was her only violent way to cease their gratification after they had done to hurt amid her despair.
"No… no fucking way…. This is impossible!" the third guy anxiously uttered.
Before Mirai responded to his panic, her face suddenly glared upon him.
"Do you want to taste the pain as much as theirs?"
"Pl… Please don't include me… I'll give you as much as you want."
"I guess so… too bad that you're all alone from these two of your friends. Wanna let you join them? He he he he he he!"
"N-No th-thanks… I al-already go-got my share enough."
"Really? I'm pretty sure that you really want to taste the pain."
Mirai approached the third guy while he anxiously backed away from the brazen, nightmarish woman who had the face of a delightful murderer.
"I'm sorry to ask, but have you contributed to this society? It's not like I'm harshly considering you useless… but how have you become so useless?" Mirai soothingly asked.
"Useless?! Shut up!! You just brutally hurt my friends… that's it!"
"Ah~ Hiding the truth is always wise for you… but I'm afraid that I understand your perspective."
As he turned his side to search something every nook and cranny, he found the metal stick and immediately grabbed it to protect against her, but still, it didn't make her stop the approach.
"Get back! Get baaaack! You fuckiiing monsteeeer!! Go back to your bloody hell!"
"What was the word that you said it again? 'Brutally'? Oh, ho ho ho! Have you lacked your self-awareness?"
"...!"
"You should've run like a little boy awhile ago."
"Oh…. Great idea!"
Thankfully, the third man immediately rushed away from her. He didn't the pain left by the hands of Mirai who went to the other side of herself. He had to report to the police about the mysterious naked lady with bloodstained paint on her crotch while the bit of sprinkles applied on her chest.
"..."
Unfortunately, he somehow stumbled upon the certain rock that hit his running feet — bringing his body and the metal stick down to the rough surface. His forehead was the sorest part from being stomped; the blood from it gushed out as the effect of his misfortune. Slowly trying to get up, he pushed himself with his arms and heard the pause of a footstep — the last was clear as near. Until he regained his position, he saw Mirai standing up above him; she faced down the miserable man who got his minor accident on a bare rock.
"Tsk tsk… you really don't get it at all. It was too ironically funny of you," Mirai chuckled with her grin.
"Nyahh! Nyahh!"
"Huh? Are you just meowing over your cry?"
"Nothing will bring back my destinyyyyyy!!"
The then-anxious man immediately retrieved his metal stick and swung it against Mirai's head…. However, her reflexed hand automatically gripped the stick to hit on her palm instead of his ideal target.
"Ggh!"
"Let's see… since you contributed less to my damage, I just have to light it up."
Deciding her consideration, Mirai clasped on his neck with her other free-handed arm as she choked him with his slow-paced breath, making sure if the air hadn't passed through his throat. Undeniably, her hesitation was without her nerve-racking prediction.
"Hey!" Mirai licked her own lips as she exaggerated over him. "Do you wanna laugh while dying to cry for help? I'm sure you were lucky enough to blind yourself with the bastards of a low-minded fool. The starting point of your life was kinda pity, but it's just how it is. That's why I understand that I really don't understand this undeniable fate."
Eventually, the man raised his eyeball with his pupil to be half-covered beneath his unconscious lid. She could barely see that he drooled the last spit of his life. Until then, she killed him.
"He he…. He he…. He he ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Mirai laughed out of her fearsome anxiety. Making sure that the feast of blood was worth enjoying.