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Part I. I Transmigrated into a Game

In a vast room illuminated only by moonlight streaming through the large window, the naked forms of one woman and many men were tangled upon the bed.

The space was filled with the slick, wet sounds of their coupling, the rough noise of flesh colliding, and air heated by their feverish passion.

Edith had long since lost her voice, unable to form proper words, and could only let out moans as she was jostled. The men, unable to leave her be, entwined themselves with her as if parched, seeking to devour her without restraint.

“Please, Edith. Tell me you love me already.”

“N…Never… Ngh! I w-won’t.”

A man with golden hair and eyes, his features gentle, whispered the plea tenderly into her ear. Yet, Edith stubbornly refused, forcing the words from her ravaged throat. Frustration painted his face when she denied him.

As if desperate to claim at least her body, he gripped her impossibly slender waist—so small it fit entirely in his hands—and drove himself deeper inside her.

The motion betrayed his impatience.

Thud.

“Hngk, ngh, ah!”

“Haah…”

Even though she was already soaked and he slid in easily, she had unconsciously clenched tightly around him.

A satisfied sigh escaped his lips from the pleasure.

Was it anxiety over not being able to possess her fully? His greedy, rough movements grew even faster. With each thrust, the sensation of his head sweeping from her entrance to the deepest part of her cervix was so intense it was maddening. Edith felt herself being devoured whole by the pleasure.

Even though she had already reached her peak several times, an unfamiliar, wave-like sensation kept building, forcing a desperate need to climax from her, leaving her no choice but to moan.

“And yet, my lady’s body seems to like me just fine, doesn’t it?”

“Ah, no… Hahk, stop, please… Hic!“

He gently stroked her cheek with one hand, but she turned her head away, rejecting even that touch.

“So you intend to refuse me to the very end?”

A fleeting sense of futility passed through his eyes, now clouded with anxiety, desperation, and fury.

Perhaps from the relentless stimulation, at some point, her inner walls had swollen thickly, enough for him to feel the change, causing the already tight space to grow even tighter.

Sensing this reaction of hers, a faint, knowing smile touched his lips. His hand, which had been gently stroking Edith’s lower abdomen, slid downward almost naturally.

Then, he began to lightly caress the already overstretched, swollen entrance.

“Ah… No…! Hng, not there!”

Her body jolted at the touch, a wave of dread washing over her. Her worst fears were confirmed.

He forced a finger into the entrance, relentlessly pressing and prodding the swollen flesh inside. A sharp pain, mixed with a pleasure from the stimulated spot, began to bleach her mind white.

Her vision, clamped shut into darkness, seemed to flicker with lingering sparks of light. Soon after, feeling something burst and release within her, Edith’s body, pushed over the edge, shuddered with the aftershocks.

Watching her go completely limp, all strength drained, he withdrew his finger and moved faster, racing toward his own climax.

Shlick. Shlick.

Her delicate body, shaking in his grasp, resembled prey with its neck caught in a predator’s jaws, moments from having its life snuffed out.

“Young Lady, are you suffering?”

This time, a man with an icy demeanor that matched his black hair and cold, blue eyes approached Edith, who was in no state to respond to anyone. The blue-eyed man pressed a leather-gloved finger lightly against her throat.

The touch was chillingly cold and smooth. Startled, Edith forced her heavy eyelids open to look at the owner of that finger.

“You see…”.

A cruel gaze looked down at her from above, accompanied by the sound of a zipper. Immediately, something terrifyingly large and thick sprang into view before her eyes.

“Why did you run away?”

He asked, his voice lethally soft. He spread all his fingers, wrapping them around Edith’s neck and applying a light, insistent pressure.

Choked by the large hand, her head naturally tilted back, forcing her mouth open. He seized the moment, pushing himself into her open mouth.

“Ghk… Hfft, guhk, kehk…”

“Hmm.”

The intrusion was so deep it pressed against her throat. When Edith gritted her teeth, the man tapped her cheek lightly with his other hand. Knowing that continued resistance would earn her more than just light taps, Edith reluctantly relaxed the tension in her jaw.

“Yes, just like that. Take it deep into your throat. You’re doing so well.”

Seemingly pleased with her compliance, a dangerously seductive, devilish smile spread across his face as he tightened his grip on her neck. At the same time, he thrust his member deeper.

Edith gagged violently, unable to swallow all the saliva, letting it dribble down her chin. The man savored the moment, moving with slow, deliberate pleasure.

“Urk! Ease up on the choking, will you? You’re going to make the one below me snap off.”

Her brain, deprived of oxygen, seemed to push her consciousness toward the edge. A ringing filled her ears, her senses began to fade, and her body’s survival instincts kicked in—muscles contracting in alarm.

The man beneath her, the blonde, must have felt this reaction, as a groan of complaint escaped him.

“Kkh, agh…! Please…, stop.”

“None of that now.”

As if sensing her desperate attempt to cling to consciousness, the man gripping her throat would occasionally ease his hold just enough to let her gasp for air.

When Edith used the moment to cough, pushing his member out with her tongue, her actions seemed to displease him. He squeezed her neck violently once more.

“Quite the sight.”

A languid voice came from a red-haired man lounging in a chair, observing the beastly spectacle. Edith rolled her eyes toward him, a silent plea for salvation.

Tears, perhaps from the physical strain, streamed down her face. Watching her, the irises in his amber eyes narrowed vertically, unlike a human’s.

“Every time you cry, it pleases me. I still don’t know why.”

At some point, a man with an extraordinary presence had approached and settled on the edge of the bed. He delicately wiped her lovely eyes—the corners bruised with tears—as he spoke.

Edith could barely hear him, much less understand what he was saying. He had always spoken in cryptic ways, so she could only answer with muffled moans, unable to form words.

“Hngk! Ugh, hrg, ugh…!”

The man gazing at her was filled not with pity, but with a raw desire to break her completely. His eyes held no tenderness, only a hunger to shatter her.

“Why did you betray me?”

She couldn’t hear the voice that seemed to blame her yet adore her, loathe her yet crave her.

The red-haired man, feeling a destructive impulse rise within him, pressed his lips to the back of Edith’s limp, trembling hand as if sealing a twisted vow.

“Well, it doesn’t matter now. I’ll make you my rare one someday. And then…”

Crunch.

He sank his fangs into the back of her hand.

“…You can look forward to it.”

He licked away the welling blood with a long, slow swipe of his tongue.

Edith was utterly sick of these men who kept demanding things from her. She wanted to run from them, but in the end, every attempt failed, and she was captured just like this.

The beginning of her own life and a cursed destiny. Screaming a silent cry toward the goddess who was the cause of it all and surely watching from somewhere:

‘Sigh… Why am I suffering through everything the heroine was supposed to endure?!’