[Part 4/4]
The men surrounding the princess engaged in vulgar conversation, making crude remarks. The young princess, who had not yet fully matured as an adult or a woman, felt bewildered in response. However, she had a sense of impending doom, and it quickly became a reality.
"Alright, it's time for you to serve us, you wretched girl!!"
The laborers began to roughly strip the young princess of her attire.
"What!? No, stop it!? Don't touch me, don't touch me...!!?"
Her outer garments and the layers beneath were being torn off by hands coming from all directions. Hands reached in from hems and sleeves. Their arms delved in roughly against the young princess's soft, white skin. It was a clear manifestation of raw desire, devoid of any restraint.
"Aaaah!! No, don't touch me with those dirty hands!!!"
She shivered at the men's youkai-like behavior, their foul language, and their utter lack of compassion. She screamed. Necks, thighs, buttocks, belly, collarbones, cleavage, waist—all were invaded by male hands. Her hair was let down, and one of the men buried his face in it, sniffing it with coarse breaths. Some of them stuck their arms into their own clothing, vigorously engaging in some unknown activity. She feared what it meant and desperately resisted with her immobilized body.
"I told you to shut up!!"
"Kkkh!!"
Fists struck her abdomen again, causing unbearable pain, making it hard to breathe. Her clothing was forcibly removed, exposing her pale skin. Cheers erupted from the men. Their lecherous eyes shamelessly examined the young princess's untainted body. The men also discarded their clothing, leaving them half-naked. Their bodies were slender, with little muscle, and a pale complexion untouched by the sun.
"Don't look, please don't..."
"Is this better then?"
"Eek!!?"
Aoi was terrified by the crawling sensation on her thigh. As she understood what was happening, her already pale face turned even paler. It was undeniably an act of humiliation. No, it would soon become a stark reality.
"Please wait, everyone."
It was the frog-faced medic who intervened and stopped the impending gang r*pe of the princess. The laborers' hands froze in place. Aoi unconsciously directed hopeful and expectant eyes toward the medic.
...However, the medic used a wakizashi to cut a portion of Aoi's hair, then stepped back.
"Huh...?"
"Well, Princess, hair from such a noble lineage is a valuable material for creating high-level elixirs. It's fortunate I could obtain it before it got damaged."
The medic responded with a cheerful smile to Aoi's astonishment. Then continued.
"I'd also like some first-time blood. If it's already been broken once, I'll need to collect it, okay?"
The medic casually requested this from the laborers, showing no emotion toward Aoi. She was just an object to them, spoken of as if discussing livestock.
"Oh, ugh...?"
"That's right, Princess. Well, you've used us plenty until now. How about letting us use you this time, as a token of appreciation?"
"Come to think of it, we haven't cooked the red rice yet, have we?"
"With a bit of effort, it'll fit, won't it? After all, it'll be hidden away at the end. We can be a little forceful, can't we?"
"They say youkai will have necrophilia with her in the end. It's a shame, isn't it?"
"In that case, let's use her thoroughly without any regrets. Right, our Princess?"
Numerous malicious and obscene grins were directed at Aoi. It was an unfamiliar kind of fear, different from the malice she had experienced before. It was far removed from facing youkai or curses. It was the crude and exposed impurity of male desire and malice. Facing it was too heavy a burden for the young girl.
"Aaa..."
A breathless, despairing scream escaped her. Aoi understood her fate, and hope was no longer present. No one would come to her aid. It was over. Finished. The end...
"No..."
Countless hands of the men reached out, caressing her body, licking.
"No, please..."
Her legs were grabbed, forcibly spreading her thighs. Lewd men leaned upon her.
"Nooo!!"
She screamed, bracing herself for the expected blows to silence her, closing her eyes tightly, seeking a salvation that shouldn't exist.
"....!!"
And she braced herself...
"....?"
...However, no matter how much time passed, that moment never came.
"Huh...?"
Overcoming her fear with confusion, Aoi slowly opened her eyes, moistening her eyes that had been prepared for her end. What she saw were the beasts in pain, clutching their bleeding limbs.
"What... What just happened?"
"Your fans won't be pleased with this development. So, I can't just sit here and watch an R-18 scene unfold in front of them...!!"
Aoi finally noticed the person standing behind them. It was a figure in tattered black attire, wearing a mask. They were servants... holding kunai in their hands. Behind them, another short-statured servant was ready with a bow.
"You guys, I won't say anything bad. Just hand over Princess safely, and you can leave."
The servant warned the beasts, the one recommended by her father...
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'...Hmm. So, it's turning out like this.'
Somewhere deep in the forest, a blue figure glimpsed the commotion and spoke, sounding genuinely delighted.
'Well, this is getting interesting, isn't it?'
It seemed like a typical plot. She had witnessed countless internal schemes and conspiracies within the exorcist family. This family, in particular, was known for such intrigues.
She had sought out strong individuals, moving from place to place. She had resided with various samurai families and exorcist clans, often vying to prove their worth. She sought promising newcomers or skilled samurais (warrior) who had survived numerous life-or-death battles. She didn't mind taking on family members who recognized her abilities. To her, it was all part of the excitement. Facing arrows, swords, and standing tall in the midst of a brawl, sometimes even dying, was all part of the thrill.
Unfortunately, every one of them turned out to be a disappointment, and there was no one worth noticing.
'I thought this family would be different...'
She had heard rumors that the younger generation of the Onitsuki family had quite a few strong individuals, so she had infiltrated as a maid. It was true that there's a man with mystic eyes, a princess with "annihilation" abilities, and a literal genius princess; all of them were seasoned fighters. But that was it.
Unfortunately, none of them piqued her interest. It was a letdown. Nothing could be done. If things didn't improve in a few more years, she considered picking a few of them for sparring.
Then she found him. An interesting young boy.
She had high hopes for him, for the trials and tribulations that surrounded him.
She admired him for his unwavering resolve in the face of tragedy.
And now, if he could pass through this trial, he might...
'Can a promising ordinary guy rise to be a hero?'
The demon (oni) who continued to monitor the movements of those involved in this commotion as a mist reveled in the excitement. Her hopes soared. She finally met the potential partner of her destiny, someone she might have been waiting for. Her sharp fangs glistened in anticipation, and saliva flowed freely.
'Now, do your best, won't you? Be a hero.'
Wouldn't it be disappointing if it turned out to be a letdown? The wicked, sinister whispers of the blue demon echoed in the darkening forest, lingering long into the night.
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