[Part 4/4]
"Just so you know, I gave him the day off today. Thanks to him, I had to take over this post. Honestly, he's such a careless person."
Mikage replied and sighed. Chidori had a previous incident at Hotoya Village where he was knocked unconscious by Iruka. And now, it happened again. It was expected that he would have died twice if it had been a youkai. As a result, Mikage was forced to take over as the squad leader. It was understandable to be exasperated.
"Don't say it like that... This time, I won't complain."
It was unreasonable to expect someone to be prepared for a sudden punch to the jaw from his supposed ally in the same guard.
"But…no, I understand."
However, Mikage managed to hold back his complaints. In the past, he would have persisted and complained even more. Unfortunately, Chidori understood the reason behind it.
"Can't we keep things as they are?"
"We both have our positions."
There was a big, big difference between the servant Yun-shoku and the household member who treated the servants. There was an absolute barrier of social status.
Even if it was something temporary and unstable that could be overturned with a single word from the master, the meaning of the household member's position was still heavy. Therefore, I couldn't interact with my former colleagues as before... for the sake of both positions. I never knew when our actions might be criticized.
"I see. It's about our positions."
The reply was short. It reminded me of a conversation with Hina after the tea party. And I nodded. I understood. I made others understand.
It would be easy to give up everything... to discard such a simplistic escape. Instead, I accepted the irrational reality.
For now, not yet...
"Yes. I understand. Mikage, I command you to defend your position again. Fulfill your duty."
"Yes."
The leader of the servant squad responded stoically to my command. I turned on my heel and walked towards the veranda. There, I gazed at a short figure adorned in shrine maiden attire. As the cross-dressed boy noticed my approach, his stoic expression softened.
The boy had been waiting for me, causing me to quicken my pace. As a mere household member, I couldn't afford the luxury of lingering in conversation with a servant. That was my position, and with it came corresponding responsibilities.
"..."
In the cold, cold depths of the night, within a room sealed with a Curse Art boundary in the inn, she was there. Seated formally, layers of white fabric meticulously arranged on the tatami, she sat with solemnity.
In the darkness, the contours of her slender figure, draped in nothing but pure white, elegantly emerged, drawing subtle curves.
"Sigh..."
A captivating sigh lingers in the air, almost too enchanting to resist. Her eyes closed, emanates a deep, simmering crimson glow in the darkness. The subtle sound of scraping metal fills the quiet space.
In the background, the gentle flow of water becomes a rhythmic backdrop, accompanied by trembling breaths and blissful moans, creating an immersive experience.
Gouge, gouge, and gouge. She pulls out her own heart and offering it to him. It's truly the ultimate expression of love... Without causing any harm, wrapping it in a fresh Furoshiki (wrapping cloth).
Without concern, her own body becomes a sacred temple....
"...Not enough. It's not enough... not enough."
Leaving her chest exposed, the princess murmurs, moans, laments. Discarding the dagger, her bloodied arms tightly grip around her neck. Her nails digging in... producing a gruesome sound.
"Ka..., ha, a, ah... ahaaah!!"
She indulges in intoxication and she become drunk. Her limbs feel numb, and her senses dull. In the midst of shivering from the cold and sweating from a burning pain in her chest, she desperately gasps for oxygen, while her brain is overwhelmed with screams. Her thoughts become confused, and she hovers on the edge between life and death, taking a precarious half-step.
It's painful. It hurts. It's agonizing. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts... and it's joyful. Thinking it's all for him, believing it's what he desires, her heart warms even more. Her eyes glisten with delight. Onitsuki Hina, the girl, is enveloped in happiness.
The pain in this split-open chest is for him. Imagining the arms strangling her neck, it excites her, and she reaches climax. Red fresh blood spills from her womb. She thought this was love. She knew this was love. For Onitsuki Hina, this was the essence of an "affectionate couple."
He physically abused her by slapping her cheek, kicking her stomach, and smacking her buttocks.
He subjected her to further harm by pulling her hair, squeezing her neck, biting and clamping her skin.
Also, he controlled her daily life by restricting her food intake, limiting her freedom to use the bathroom, and monitoring and restricting her every move.
Her life was controlled, her rights taken away, and she had to give up even a piece of her heart.
She gave everything to her partner, sacrificed, and let it all go... That's what they call a strong, supportive couple. Helping and being helped, walking together hand in hand for a long time. It's a happy family life like in a child's fairy tale. The days of childhood in a small countryside house. Beautiful memories. An innocent and simple paradise in a small world.
The promise she made with him in her clumsy words someday. The everyday life he aimed for, her distant ideal...
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's because I'm inexperienced. It's because I'm foolish..."
Now, she apologizes, expressing her powerlessness.
The reason she can't escape with him is her own powerlessness. Because of her own ignorance. Her extraordinary abilities are too powerful but also too delicate, and with her current abilities, she can't save only him. She might even harm him.
This is unforgivable. It is an unforgivable act. It is a betrayal of him. It is worth a thousand deaths. Even though she's his wife, in this state, in this incompetence, it doesn't matter what happens to her.
Even if she is abandoned, it doesn't matter.
"Ah!"
Hinata, overwhelmed by emotions, became furious. The twisted sound of bones echoed, the sound of the skull hitting the floor, and the scorching heat licked the room.
In the pale flames, she is reborn.
Without a single scratch, without a single aftereffect, she rises up in her original form, as if just born. Her expression is filled with immense suffering.
Automatic activation of regeneration. The annihilation of death. Even though it's only capable of granting such things, it's rather detestable.
No matter how much she's desired, cherished, loved, not a trace of it remains...
"It's no use..."
Bowing down, her face twisted in pain. She feels like she's not in control. The floor cloth is a little burnt. The dagger has melted away. Her own body is the least of her worries. If he were nearby, he might have gotten a permanent burn. Unforgivable. Impossible.
"Once more, just one more time, this time for sure!"
For the sake of practice, self-discipline, denial, and pleasure, she contorts in pain. She endures suffering and becomes fixated, eventually realizing the presence of love. She depends on memories to hone her skills, likely engaging in this process throughout the entire night.
'...'
Only the dragon, once kept to guard, now coiled up and silently witnessing, saw the madness unfold, shrinking that imposing figure.
Coiling up, in silence, it stares at that insanity.
Endlessly, endlessly, it directs a gaze of pity towards its master.
Weaving continuously, remembering the girl burdened with the family's legacy...
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