With his sword driven deep into her abdomen, Sieghart relished in the sight of Nune's agonized expression. The blade remained wedged within her, severing vital organs and guaranteeing her imminent demise. A sly smile crept across his face as he leaned in close, his voice laden with sadistic satisfaction.
"You won't be long for this world, my dear. Minutes, perhaps," he taunted, relishing in the despair that danced within her eyes.
Nune's trembling body convulsed with excruciating pain, cries of torment muffled under her breath.
Through gritted teeth, she managed to utter a weak plea.
"Please... I... I don't know what you're talking about... I'm innocent," she gasped, tears mingling with blood as they trailed down her pale cheeks.
Sieghart's sadistic grin widened, his eyes glinting with a menacing gleam. He twisted the blood-soaked blade with a cruel satisfaction, relishing in the symphony of her screams that reverberated through the room.
"Such a noisy woman."
To silence her, he delivered a forceful stomp to her fragile skull, causing bone fragments to pierce the tender flesh of her forehead. Blood trickled down her face, masking her pain in a choked silence.
Drenched in sweat and blood, Nune pleaded for mercy, her voice a mere whisper against the suffocating darkness.
"Please! Spare me! I... I... I..."
Nune was on the verge of dying from pain alone.
Sieghart's laughter echoed in the room, chilling and devoid of empathy.
"Consider it a luxury that I even entertain the thought of an alternative," he sneered, egotistical contempt evident in his voice.
Using his boot, he rubbed her head against the bloodstained ground.
"All you have to do is confide in me, my dear. Share all your secrets with sweet ol' Sieghart."
Resigned to her fate, Nune mustered the strength to speak.
"I'll... I'll talk," she confessed, her words betraying her desperation. "I was the one who allowed Velice's captors access to the mansion."
The admission hung heavy in the air, mingling with the stench of blood and despair.
Sieghart cocked his head, a malicious grin etched on his lips as he tapped his boot against her wounded skull, relishing in the added pain he inflicted.
"And why, pray tell, did you commit such an act?" he inquired.
Nune struggled to find her voice amidst the searing pain that emanated from the twisted sword lodged deep within her abdomen.
Her gasps for air were interrupted by her pained plea.
"Please... please, I was paid to... to do this. I didn't have a choice," she choked out, her voice quivering with agony and desperation.
Sieghart, his sadistic nature evident in his gleaming eyes, nodded with a predatory smile. He reveled in her suffering, taking pleasure in her vulnerability. "Good girl," he sneered, his arrogant voice ringing.
"S-s-spare me! Please!" she cried.
Sieghart smirked, reveling in the power he held over her. "Oh, how fascinating," he sneered, his voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. "Who paid you, Nune? Anyone worth importance?"
"Please, I can't..." Nune started, wincing as the pain intensified. "I can't tell you. They... they'll kill me if I do."
"Talk." The slime sword twisted more, the wringing sound of her organs perforating the air.
Her silent cries intensified. "Some goons in the royal capital's Red District! B-b-but the-they're dangerous!" her eyes twisted with indescribable pain.
Sieghart's eyes gleamed with malicious amusement. "Oh, don't worry. I'll worry about that. But first, you really need to learn your place. From now on, you will address me as the almighty ruler, Lord Sieghart. Understood?"
Nune's breaths became ragged as she struggled to respond. "Please... just let me go. I'll do anything you want, Lord Sieghart," she pleaded, the pain lacing every word.
A sinister chuckle escaped Sieghart's lips, his amusement at her suffering evident. "Oh? Your words flatter me. But remember, addressing me simply as 'Lord Sieghart' won't suffice. I demand the full title. Show me your complete and utter devotion."
Sieghart's lips curved upwards, the juxtaposition of his lightheartedness and the blood-soaked horror creating an unsettling aura in the room. Nune remained silent, not out of compliance, but because speaking would only invite more pain upon herself. She knew that her cries would go unheard in this merciless chamber of torment.
"Come on, speak up." Sieghart twisted the sword deeper into Nune's wounded flesh, relishing in her anguished cries as she begged for mercy. Mocking her, "You're wasting time, come on now, do it." he questioned, taunting her with the prospect of survival.
Nune's eyes filled with tears, both from the excruciating pain and the fear that consumed her.
She knew that any defiance would only prolong her torment.
"You are the almighty ruler, Lord Sieghart," she whispered, her eyes twisted with pain-induced madness.
Sieghart's grin widened as he watched her struggle for words.
He twisted the blade once more, causing Nune to lose the will to scream, her voice reduced to a pitiful whisper.
In a mockery of compassion he commanded, "Louder, Nune," a sadistic lilt in his voice. "Say it with more conviction. Show me just how devoted you are, how deeply you understand your place."
Nune's voice trembled as she fought against the waves of agony coursing through her body.
"You're the almighty ruler, Lord Sieghart," she forced out, her tone hollow and lifeless.
He grinned.
"Please... have mercy..." said Nune, lifelessly.
Sieghart's cruel smile twisted his lips as he stood over the battered and broken Nune, her body on the brink of death.
"Excellent."
Tired of his twisted game, he nonchalantly pulled his sword from her impaled body, a twisted grin etched on his face.
With a wicked glint in his eyes, he held out his hand and invoked the power of his Lv. 20 [Divinus], the Grand-class healing spell called [Revitalize].
The spell surged through his body and into Nune's, knitting her wounds together to a fraction of their initial severity.
The pain, a constant companion to Nune, did not lessen significantly.
Sieghart knew a mere 40% of her wounds healed would keep her in agony.
The slime sword slowly dissipated into a cloud of tiny slime particles. He watched with smug satisfaction as it disappeared.
"Thanks for your cooperation, Nune," he said with an air of superiority. "But don't think that means you're free from my grasp just yet."
Nune lay there, her body wracked with pain, both physical and mental.
Every breath was a struggle, and yet she mustered the strength to speak, her voice strained and weakened.
"You promised... you promised to spare me if I told you the truth," she gasped, a glimmer of hope in her clouded eyes.
Sieghart chuckled mockingly, his ego swelling with delight. "Did I? I don't recall making such a promise though," he taunted. "And even if I did, can you really trust the words of someone like me?"
Nune fought against the pain coursing through her body, desperation on her tear-streaked face.
"Please... you can't do this. I'm at your mercy," she pleaded.
Sieghart folded his arms.
"Ah, Nune," he purred with a calculated coldness.
Her entire body convulsed with pain, "Nghk.. nnnng.." mumbling intelligible words.
"You see, I can't have you spreading tales of what I've done to you today. It's not befitting of the almighty ruler that I am. And besides, I'm not interested in killing someone so abysmally inferior to me." [Sieghart]
A snap of the fingers and Sieghart had a stroke of genius.
With a sense of enthusiasm, he asked, "Do you like sex?!"
Regrettably, her response was hindered by the considerable amount of physical discomfort she was experiencing.
In light of this, Sieghart informed her, "Well, if you do like getting pounded, then I'm sure you'll enjoy a sexual encounter with slimes."
Subsequently, Sieghart employed the power of the 『Slime Sovereign』, summoning a limited number of slimes that materialized in a mesmerizing display of radiant light.
"Shall we begin?" he asked no one in particular.
They all approached Nune, their slimy bodies enveloping her, causing minor burns upon contact.
"...please..."
Despite her weakened state, she emitted a scream, albeit feeble.
Sieghart, on the other hand, merely observed the scene unfold.
The slimes crawled towards Nune.
And as they did, she let out a scream, a scream that carried true dread.
"Please, please no..."
Ever so gently, they began to make their way around her body, leaving behind a trail of slight burns. But amidst the pain, Nune couldn't help but moan, a moan that revealed just how much she was relishing in the sensation of their slimy crawl.
The sensations of a womanʼs body couldn't fight the sweat, sticky touch against their flesh.
To her, she was being sexually assaulted by these slimes, but at the same time it felt like she was bathing in precum.
Their essence dissolved her clothing, slowly revealing her body.
Her smooth skin that sparkled from the slimy feel on her body. The thickness of her meaty ass, the way her tongue unrolled like a scroll, a sinewy strand of saliva moving down to touch the ground.
"Nnngghh~~ ahhnnn~~! Please n-no~~ no mor— ahhnnnnnn~~!"
Nune attempted to use her hands to draw them away, but alas, they clung to her body, refusing to let go.
With each passing moment, they snaked their way around her, dissolving her clothes further, unveiling her voluptuous curves. The more she tried to resist, the more they persisted, clinging to her body like taffy.
Her breasts swayed from left to right, and in that moment, she let out another scream, a scream that was accompanied by a pleasurable vibration in her ass.
The slimes continued their slimy crawl, leaving behind trails of sticky pleasure and delight.
Being the hedonist he was, this would pleasurable to watch.