Though they were just a few small pieces of information, I could paint a picture close to precognition.
The female bandit who had received orders from me and was leaving for the prison.
The possibility that she too could be gang-raped, or could die.
Added to that, the 'sense of defeat as a woman' stemming from the fact that the female knight had been chosen instead of her.
Naturally, a desire to survive would have arisen, and accordingly, she would have racked her brains to live.
And she must have reached a conclusion.
Escape by any means necessary.
'I don't know the method.'
Honestly, I don't know how she found it.
But now, through what this female bandit said, I thought up several possibilities for that method.
"P-please undo my hands. Then it will be easier to service you with my chest."
The bandit is desperate.
To survive, to appeal to me, she's trying desperately hard, but I feel like she's hiding something within that.
Because I'm thinking that way?
Even if that were the case, my 'instinct' is speaking to me now because of death and regression.
—We're already in prison, so handcuffs are fine, right? I'll give you all handjobs before I die, so please undo the handcuffs.
Perhaps she begged the guard for mercy like that.
—Before I die, *sniff*, can't I at least write a will? Aah, please undo my hands. I want to write properly, if only a few lines.
She must have tried to reclaim the freedom of her hands by any means.
'The handcuffs were made of mana, right?'
An artifact that suppresses the wearer's stamina and mana.
Naturally, if they were removed, she would be able to freely exert her strength from then on.
—I got them off! Sir Knight! Your fiancée is being raped by that damned porter!
—What?! Y-you treacherous piece of trash! Where?! Even if I die, I'll cut off that bastard's head before I go!
The bastard who had been ruthlessly shoving his dick into the priestess must have kicked up a fuss while spewing such words.
That was definitely what happened.
In other words.
"Hey."
The cause of my death is this woman.
"Do I look like a goddamn retard?"
The root of my death is my carelessness.
'Undo my hands?' Bullshit."
Spitting out a curse, I tap her forehead with my finger.
Stoking displeasure to draw out the true feelings hidden within.
"Do you think you're in a position to ask me for favors right now? Huh?"
"Th-that's...!"
"I told you to service me with your chest because you said you were clumsy with your mouth, and now you're crossing the line? Ha. This just won't do."
I grabbed the bandit's hair, lifted her toward the bed, and made her fall face-down beside the female knight.
"Urk, uurk?!"
"No foreplay or anything; I'm sticking it in right now."
"W-wait, hiiiek!!"
I grabbed the lower half of the female bandit, who was struggling on the bed, and shoved my erect dick straight into her.
Squelch.
"Krk, uurk...!!"
The female bandit resists.
With her face buried in the bed and her lower half held up by me, she twists her body left and right.
Even while penetrated, she continues to struggle and resist, constantly twisting her hips to get away from me.
"You might have made a name for yourself during your adventurer days, but not anymore."
"Y-you...!"
"Not even worth a handful?"
"......!!"
Glaring at me with pain-filled tears in her eyes.
And through that gaze, I intuited.
"This, it doesn't seem like it's going to work out?"
"Wh-what...?"
"Not even fun to break in, and she's not a virgin either. On top of that, she's still fidgeting with her hands, trying to escape this situation."
"......!!"
Her two hands dropped below her stomach keep moving.
Not clenching and unclenching from pain, but moving to find a way to survive within that pain.
"Hmmm...."
Squelch.
I push my dick in.
She isn't properly wet, so it's a bit tight, but soon love juice starts flowing from inside.
"Nn, hnng, krrrk...!!"
A moan where pain and humiliation still outweigh pleasure.
She's gritting her teeth trying to endure me, but no matter how much she resists, it's meaningless before the power of her handcuffs and shackles.
"Hey."
"Y-yes?"
When I looked for my succubus secretary, she was startled.
"I'd like to use some tools; do you happen to have an aphrodisiac? Something like a drug that heightens sexual sensitivity."
"There is some lowest-grade cheap stuff, but...."
"I intend to use it on this woman, so I'd like to have some."
"Are you going to train her with an aphrodisiac?"
The succubus secretary hesitated for a moment, rolling her eyes left and right.
"......Well, it's not like it can't be done."
Saying so, she simultaneously stretched her hand toward the air, plunged it into that air—subspace—and immediately pulled out an item.
"Here it is, Trainer."
"Thanks."
A pink liquid inside a fairly expensive glass bottle.
Is it about 50ml?
The amount looks far too small, but this much is enough. Rather, it's plenty.
'The problem is the secretary's attitude in handing this over.'
This is a kind of tool.
While it's natural for a human to use tools, the succubus secretary is making a slightly displeased expression, as if she doesn't want the help of such tools.
Shall I probe?
"I'm not going to use it to corrupt her."
"Huh, then what?"
"Just to enjoy myself."
"...You're not going to train her?"
The succubus secretary looks at me with surprised eyes, but I quietly stroked the thigh of the unconscious female knight.
"This one alone is enough."
"Then that aphrodisiac is...."
"I'm going to kill this woman."
"......!!"
The succubus secretary's eyes go wide.
"D-don't tell me... you're going to kill her with sex?"
"If she dies drowned in pleasure, it's a blissful death."
"U-uh, th-that's...."
"This one won't do. If I wanted to corrupt her into a demon, it would be better to bring the priestess who is being gang-raped by humans and corrupt her instead."
I'm serious about this.
Even though the priestess was dragged to the prison by me, the hell visible over there through the image is nothing but destruction and void permeated with human malice.
Look.
The female priestess's eyes, shedding tears, have no focus.
She prays to the goddess, but the goddess does not answer, and what is poured onto her is not holy power but the lust and pleasure of men.
The perfect state for despair and disillusionment toward humans to take root.
But I won't stop it.
Because only then can I keep that knight and the other adventurers, presumed to have broken out of prison and escaped, crazed with sexual desire.
"I've always been curious. Women say 'I feel like I'm going to die from how good it feels,' but is there really someone who dies from feeling good?"
"W-wait, um, what...!"
The female bandit trembles, extremely tense.
"What are you... trying to do!!"
"What am I doing? I'm going to make you die from pleasure."
Click.
I opened the glass bottle.
The sweet scent from within had a somewhat more natural feel to it, but it was quite similar to that of love gel.
A drug similar to what was mixed into that sweeter scent, one I had never experienced in modern times but that prostitutes often burned.
An aphrodisiac.
Or, something capable of amplifying pleasure.
"S-stop...! If you use that, you too...! *Sniff*, you'll break your dick too!!"
"Who said I'm putting it on my dick?"
"What...?"
Scratch scratch.
The succubus secretary starts taking notes quickly beside me.
The succubus secretary began to focus so intently on my not-training that the scratch of a pen, inaudible until now, became utterly imperceptible.
"You know that? They say if you drink through this side, you go straight to heaven."
I pulled out my dick, then firmly grabbed the female bandit's ass.
"Aaaack!!"
"You better stay still. I'm not into that side, you see."
"S-stop!! Th-that isn't for putting that—"
"Exactly."
I lowered the glass bottle and pressed its tip against the female bandit's ass.
"Uuht...?!!"
"If you clench, it'll break. You want it to rupture?"
"Ah, aah, aaah...!!"
I twirled the cold glass bottle, making it press against her ass.
She clenched up in surprise at first when it was entering, but soon her instinct is desperately trying to keep relaxing.
"Good girl. It's better to let go of your strength. Hehe."
The fear of the unknown pain and situation that would occur if the glass broke continues to make the bandit herself let go of the strength in her ass.
"Your sensitivity would be heightened anyway, but what would happen if you took it in the place where it can be absorbed the fastest? Hm?"
"Nn, hnng, krrrk...!!"
"It seems like the reaction is already starting."
After pushing in all 50ml of the aphrodisiac, I retrieved the glass bottle.
It would be nice if I could plug it up with something, but there isn't time for that.
"Now, now. Don't be so scared."
I rolled the female bandit onto her side.
Continuing to roll her from her face-down position, I made her lie flat.
"......."
Twitch, twitch.
The female bandit is speechless.
With her eyes rolled back, mouth open, nipples fully erect, and unfocused eyes, her body continues to tremble intermittently.
"Isn't this a bit too effective?"
When I turned my head toward the succubus secretary, she blinked for a moment and only then raised her head.
"...How did you know?"
"What?"
"An aphrodisiac taking effect this quickly... it's my first time seeing it."
"Ha."
Well, it's the modern knowledge cheat.
It's the same principle as dying from acute alcohol poisoning when you take alcohol up the back hole.
If aphrodisiac components are inserted instead of alcohol, the reaction would come much faster than taking it by mouth.
Of course, the most certain method would be to insert the aphrodisiac into the pussy and let it drip....
"It's all experience."
Squelch.
"Krr... even so, as expected of a veteran, her pussy is just writhing with a life of its own, huh?"
The moment I pushed my dick in, love juice flowed out like a flood, and it's clamoring for me to dig deeper inside and pound her insides.
The reason I pushed the aphrodisiac into her ass.
As the female bandit had warned me, to avoid getting the aphrodisiac on my dick.
Even if a bit of the aphrodisiac gets on it, it's not enough to break my dick.
Rather, there are more than enough other reasons to enrage my dick.
"Tch, rotten bastards."
As expected, the variable that caused the riot in the prison was this female bandit.
"Secretary."
"Y-yes!"
"How many minutes have passed roughly since I last creampied Eris?"
"It's been... over 20 minutes."
Since the regression.
Time has clearly passed.
"Is that so? Heheheh...."
The time at which I died has long since passed, but I haven't died.
"Plenty of time and pussy for another round."
Squelch.
"I need to test this."
A woman I'm going to kill anyway.
If I creampie her before she dies and then get killed by someone right after, just whose pussy will I revive with my dick still buried inside?