Ethan was terrified of being caught and interrogated. Being stuck as a prisoner in a fantasy dungeon was one of the worst outcomes he could imagine.
What if the Cromwells realized he was indeed an imposter, a reincarnated alien from Earth posing as their heir? Would they behead him?
Or worse, what if Hilda and Velma tortured him for information? That was an outcome Ethan could accept in a dominatrix BDSM scenario, but not otherwise.
On the other hand, the boy was terrified of dying right then and there at Hilda's hands. The woman was so powerful she could cleave him in half with her broadsword.
Ethan was unclear on what would happen to him after his demise in Promiscua. Would he return to life or be reincarnated to another world? What if reincarnation as Ethan Cromwell was his last chance as a human?
Or worse, what if he returned to Earth? Waking up as Ethan, the office mule, terrified him more than death.
The memory of Earth cropped up bitter feelings. His ex kicked him to the curb for a wealthy man. Ethan's boss walked over, bullied, and humiliated him every waking minute in the office.
He was a beta sheep in all aspects of life. Was he about to replicate his loser syndrome of Earth in this fantasy world? No!
Ethan jumped to his feet with a renewed conviction. He watched Hilda step towards him with a vengeance, her broadsword about to land a killing slash.
"I know the secret you and Joan share!" the boy screamed.
The Constable froze in her tracks as she heard the Elf Captain's name. In fact, the woman was so flustered that she looked around to ensure there weren't any witnesses.
"What are you talking about?" Hilda finally stammered, realizing the corridor was deserted. "How would you know about any secret between us?"
The Constable acted tough, but her mannerisms betrayed the fact that she knew precisely what Ethan was talking about.
"You and Joan were lovers before you joined as a castle guard," the boy confidently elaborated his claim. "She broke up with you once my father recruited you. Joan was afraid your love affair would tarnish the royal family and hence arrived at a tough decision."
At this point, one might think that Ethan was bluffing, biding his time until the ghost hands were active again. However, the case was exactly the opposite.
A minute back, Ethan held his metaphorical two-fingered eggs inside Hilda's basket for the appropriate time. This triggered the Secret Revelation spell, Vanchsneff Nachtaal.
The information the boy sought flowed into his mind like a revelation from God. Images and moving scenes of Joan and Hilda raced through his vision like a kaleidoscope. Already riding on adrenaline and distracted by the Constable, Ethan failed to have a good look at them.
At that moment, Ethan's system sent him a prompt.
[Gallery unlocked!]
[Save images?]
'Hell, yes!' the boy decided without a second thought. Immediately, a new section opened up in his system—GALLERY.
There were five folders titled—Velma, Gwen, Joan, Hilda, and Elaine. A new folder appeared.
[New folder: Joan x Hilda]
Ethan quickly selected and opened it. It was littered with images and videos of the two females, human and Elf.
The gallery was a graphic bonanza, a collection of interspecies porn. Joan and Hilda when they were younger—kissing naked, sucking each other's breasts, scissoring and cuddling, grinding their pussies together, sixty-nine-ing, even fisting! The duo were wild girls in their youth. They really went at it, didn't they?
"You really went at it, didn't you?" Ethan asked aloud, mirroring his thoughts. His heart was beating like a galloping horse, mainly because of watching too many racy lesbian scenes in a short time.
While interspecies couples were not a legal taboo per se, such behavior was looked down upon in high society. Hybrids born from them were treated as third-class citizens. Moreover, lesbian love between humans and elves was treated with disgust, since the two species were still recovering from a civil war.
Both Hilda and Joan could be dishonorably discharged from their top positions for such acts. They might even face dungeon time or worse.
"Why are you silent?" Ethan asked sternly. "Did I hit exactly on the mark?"
The boy was confident he had won. Hilda lowered her weapon slowly, along with her eyes. However, her face was a mix of emotions: shock, dismay, heartbreak, shame, and anger blended together in her expression.
"You're right," she finally spoke, raising her gaze to meet the boy. "We were lovers. I am proud of it. And we separated mutually."
Ethan shook his head. "No, Joan broke up with you. You begged her to take you back like a homesick puppy, but she kicked you away. That is the reason you always misbehave with the Elf Captain."
Hilda ground her teeth and suppressed an outburst. The woman narrowed her eyes as she tilted her head to the side.
"It is shocking that the heir of Cromwell Castle knows of things and places he never experienced. This only seals the fact that you are an imposter. Perhaps you are a minion of the Chaste Devil, here to carry out her dark bidding. That would explain why a brother molesting his innocent sister."
"Umm-" Ethan began but cut himself short. The look in Hilda's eyes was murderous. The boy had thought he'd break her will through humiliation and blackmail. However, he triggered the Constable's evil side.
"I will end you right here, evil creature!" Hilda growled viciously, raising her weapon again. "For the Cromwell family and my unrequited love!"
The Constable was determined to kill the assumed imposter and didn't waste another second. Her sword came crashing down on the boy like a reaper's scythe. However, this time, Ethan wasn't the least bit scared.
Pluck! "Die!" Hilda grunted, convinced her broadsword's blade had split the boy into two. However, her weapon hovered in the air, three feet above his face.
"What? How?" the Constable mumbled in confusion.
[00:00] [Used! Ghost hands x1]
Ethan broke into a devious smirk. The waiting period for ghost hands was finally over. His left phantom hand erupted from his side and caught Hilda's sword effortlessly. Its greasy texture gave her the impression she had hit flesh.
Ethan figured ghost hands were great for groping and such. However, they could be used effectively in both defense and offense.
The Constable tried to pry her broadsword from the phantom hand's grip, but it was lodged deep. The limb's injury healed around the weapon, making it stuck.
Hilda was not about to give up so easily. She let go of her broadsword, growled like an animal, and lunged at Ethan, intending to tackle him to the floor. Her bare knuckles were enough to pummel the boy to death.
Wham! Before Hilda could reach her target, the right phantom arm shot forward with incredible speed, plowing into her gut like a cannonball. The woman's eyes widened in shock; she spasmed, spitting blood with the impact. Her body hurtled across the corridor like a ragdoll.
Ethan dusted his tunic casually and walked over to the Constable's supine body. She was partially paralyzed and couldn't get up. Her voice came in croaks and coughs.
"Sorry, but I am in a hurry. I need to complete a challenge."
Ethan was referring to the system's challenge—Titfuck the Constable. His two phantom hands grabbed her breastplate and, with a screeching metal sound, ripped it apart along with the chainmail.
Hilda gasped as her bust popped out in the open. Only a thin layer of white cotton covered them. Her assets were not as massive as Velma's or Joan's but considerable by Earth's standards.
Ethan almost drooled at the lip, realizing he was about to do something non-consensual. The adrenaline and testosterone made him forget the guilt and the morality.
Whoosh! The ghost hands expired and faded into wisps.
[Ghost hands x 2] [Use after 00:59…]
The boy knelt before Hilda and placed his hands over her voluptuous breasts. He didn't need ghost hands to tear through regular clothes. His dick throbbed at the premise of a titfuck.
Ethan grabbed the cotton layer covering the Constable's breasts. He was about to rip them off when he heard footsteps approaching. Dammit! If the boy started titfucking the paralyzed woman now, he would never complete in time. Moreover, he was likely to get caught red-handed.
Ethan's brain cooked up an instant solution. He jumped back a few paces and lay down on the floor. Moments later, a dozen castle guards appeared around the corner, followed by maids.
The bizarre scene shocked them—Ethan lay prone on the floor, writhing in pain, while Hilda leaned against the wall, mumbling nonsense.
"Constable! Young Count!" they exclaimed in unison.
Hilda's eyes rolled up as her hands grabbed her blouse and ripped it apart. Her naked breasts popped out for everyone to see.
[00:00] [Used! Ghost hands x1]
Actually, the Constable was almost unconscious. Now that the timeout of Ethan's ghost hands was over, he used them to prop Hilda up against the wall. He made it look like she had lost her mind, tearing off her own clothes.
"Young Count!" one of the spectators shouted, running towards him in panic. "Are you hurt?"
It was the Deputy Constable, Isabella. Seeing her approach, Ethan quit groaning and rose to his feet slowly. "I am alright. You need to neutralize the Constable!"
"What happened?" Isabella asked in utter confusion.
The boy had his story ready. "I think a dark nymph possessed the Constable. She tried to kill me and also tore off her own armor and clothes."
"Oh, heavens!" the Deputy Constable exclaimed. "What do I do?" She was a lean twenty-five-year-old woman, an inch shorter than Hilda.
Ethan tried hard not to ogle at the woman. "You need to secure the Constable's limbs and also gag her," Ethan insisted. "She is a danger to herself and others. Take her to the medic bay right away."
"But… But… Constable Hilda is our leader!" Isabella said in a panic. "The entire command structure will fall apart this way! We should go to the Countess first!"
Ethan took a deep breath and stabilized his posture. When he spoke, his voice was authoritative. "I am the future Count, the heir of Cromwell Castle. I command you to shoulder Hilda's duties as the Constable in charge. The command will be effective until Hilda recovers and returns to her responsibilities. Is that clear?"
Isabella was taken aback by Ethan's imposing presence. "I… I will do as you say."
The Cromwell heir nodded. "There's no need for you or anybody else to convey this news to my mother. I will visit the Countess' Office immediately. A serious chat about castle security is due."
The Deputy Constable bowed in reverence, overwhelmed by his personality. "Understood!"
As the spectators were herded out of the corridor, a prompt flashed in Ethan's vision.
[Challenge failed: Titfuck the Constable]
The boy shrugged to himself. One couldn't win everything. Losses were part of the journey. However, he was satisfied with his performance in the life-threatening situation.
Isabella, while carrying Hilda away, turned and asked, "Would you like to visit the Constable after she is gagged, bound, and secured?"
Ethan raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yes, I would."