Kevin pretended to have fallen asleep when the king came to the room. He even asked his system to fake his vital signs to make his fakery true as possible. Thankfully his system is still reliable enough to as he asked.
The not-young girl did not do anything to him though. Like before, she only observed him and touched him in ways that are borderline sexual harassment. Her behavior kinda reminds him of a cat, but she is obviously a venomous snake in all that she is. She creeps him out more than anything else.
She stayed for a while and left after she was satisfied. Kevin immediately opened his eyes and worked his mind to overdrive, staying here is increasingly dangerous to his mental health than his physical health.
[But your body is still very weak host]
"I don't care about that." Kevin is stubborn on this and is very insistent to leave as fast as possible. "I don't know when the next ritual or those sacred practices will happen, but I am sure that I don't want to be there for the next time. Who knows if I will be one of those who had to shed blood?"
[....]
"Come on, don't you agree that this place is more dangerous than those that chase me out of the mural? At least those horrors are defined and visible on the naked eye. Here on the other hand is uncertain as the weather, It depends on the mood of the king if I live or die. If she decides that I am no longer needed in the next second, then I really have no resistance to resist her wants as everything here is under her control." Kevin reasoned out the best he could.
[Suppose we can leave when the night is deep]
Hearing the system's compromise, Kevin was happy. Together the two planned their escape from the mural like it was a matter of fact. There is nothing more pleasant than having a like-minded conversation partner who can assist your plans to the best possible shape it could. After an hour or two they are clear of their roles and what they should be doing when the right timing comes.
The plan was almost similar to the operation they used to do back in the first world where the system would scout the routine first using its methods. Kevin will navigate the way as carefully and sneakily as he could avoiding the soldiers and possibly the many creatures the king might have control of. Unlike the first world, this self-made mission of theirs is infinitely dangerous because one slip up means game over to them. Kevin is sure that he wanted to go home and eat his mother's cooking.
All their plans were good to go, only that they clearly did not factor the not-young king to be in the same room as Kevin at night. They don't know the reason, but it has thrown a wreck of their plans without fail. Not including the boss level figure at his side of the bed, the number of soldiers outside has increased several times.
"What the hell is happening?!" Kevin gritted his teeth as he fought the shiver crawling his skin as the king was removing his clothing.
[I don't know either!]
"Then do something about this!" Kevin was forced to wake up as the king did something that made him unable to pretend unconscious.
Kevin came to face the golden eyes of the king as her face was just inches away from his. He was forced to watch her hypnotic eyes that seemed to be bewitching him to be lawless and uncontrollable. Her face was glowing and Kevin was very sure right then and there that she was using some dark magic to make him respond to her somehow.
After a lifetime as Kathrine's prize in the first world, he is more or less familiar with not having his independence due to supernatural reasons. Right now he knows the helplessness he felt back then he can't help lamenting his luck. Was all these game worlds too perverted to look for a quick way for their strongest creatures outside their world? He can exchange this chance to someone who wants this okay!
The not-young king leaned in and kissed his lips piously like he is some sort of a sacred being. Her hands were wandering all over his body, slowly but surely heating his body like a small ember in the dark. His mind was confused as to why this is even happening to him as far as he could remember, he and this not-young girl does not even have a proper communication to develop this way.
Kevin was slowly being carried away by the whole thing between them. Perhaps the only thing that he is thankful of was that there was no feeling of being spied on. His body is reacting in ways that he does not feel too forced like he has been dunked on a tub of sexual medicine. While he does not know if he should be thankful or not, it brings him some complicated feelings as he cannot attribute this act as something against his will if his body reactions are natural. Like how most rape victims were not given justice because their prosecutors are jerks who says the case is dismissed as both parties liked the act.
The king laid him down like he was a damned maiden waiting to be deflowered. The youthful face of the king made him feel like commiting a crime against children as he thinks they are progressing to a forbidden area. Although logically he knows this girl is older than him, the face and structure of hers really made him afraid that his buddy down below wilted in fright.
"SYSTEM!" Kevin was scared, so very scared. The mental image is enough to scare him. This girl was physically same as youngest sister, and the same girl is attempting to have sex with him. "Do something!"
[I cannot do anything host]
[I am nonexistent outside your brain]
[Furthermore I cannot act to to save you]
"What is the use of you then?" Kevin felt an even growing horror as the king was not pleased with his soft penis. He saw the snake appear some time after the not-young girl murmured some words in an angry tone.
[Moral support?]
"Just scrap that support of yours!" Kevin snapped at the system.
Aware that the snake is somehow spiritual from what he understands, the snake is giving him a look of contempt at his inability to harden. It's eyes were mocking and clearly calling him useless. He does not know if Kevin should be angry or not. As long as he does not harden, he will not be raped by this dead king.
But really even if he will be sexually attracted to the not-young girl, his mind will stop him from doing anything towards her. One, he is not into somnophilia and second he is not attracted to lolis. Although he doesn't have a girlfriend other than the dead class monitor, he is not too low to find someone who is like a child for a lover.
The former was plain creepy to him while the other is a crime that will lower his morality. His morality is on the verge of breaking down due to this absurd gameworld. He does not want to pierce the layer of paper in his diminishing sanity. He can continue ignoring his abnormalities if he still hasn't done anything beyond his cognition.
It was said that as long as no one will address the elephant in the room, the big animal will not be relevant until it is addressed. This is the approach he had to his darker thoughts and his constantly challenged beliefs. Hypnotizing himself that everything is fine even if it is clearly not.
The girl was consulting the reptile in their situation. It was a little absurd considering the normal cognition of a normal modern man. Because consulting an object or an animal for advice in the judgemental society of his equates to landing to an asylum. And Kevin wanted to continue defining himself as a normal person.
[Well you talk to a nonexistent entity like me]
"Just shut up!" Kevin wanted to glare at his system as it was the reason for his situation now. If this hasn't bound itself to him, he does not need to go through this thing and he can enjoy his average and normal life. Even if he now sounds like a certain character of an infamous uncle and auntie of a famous wizard series, he found himself to relate to them when owls came rushing to their homes.
The reptile and girl may have come to an understanding and immediately worked on the matter they discussed. And Kevin really wanted to dash away with a cooling feeling wounding on his limbs. Out of panic he whipped his neck so fast he thought his neck might snap. There was a water chain that shackled him, while the snake slither on his neck like it was an accessory ; it wrapped his neck gently with its head rising and upon his face.
Instinctively he struggled to get out in the face of a snake. It does not help that he was once bitten by this reptile not long ago. It was safe to say that he had above normal fear toward the cold-blooded animal.