“Aaahhh! Stop! No, please! We were just in desperate need of money!” a middle-aged woman pleaded desperately as two guards seized her arms, dragging her toward the execution platform.
The man already standing there began to scream, his voice filled with terror.
“You highness! Please, have mercy on us! We were helpless!” the man cried out, his eyes wide with fear as he stood on the platform, a gleaming blade poised dangerously above his head.
Four or five soldiers surrounded him, their expressions cold and unyielding, making it clear that no one would heed his pleas.
Nearby, a child no older than twelve, who had ordered their execution, stood silently.
“Helpless enough to sell your daughter? Then why continue living? Wouldn’t death relieve you of that helplessness?” A young boy, clad in black, stood with his hands tucked into his pockets.
Despite his youth, at just eleven years old, his demeanor exuded a chilling maturity that belied his age.
“N-no! Please, have mercy! Jenny! Save me!” the man’s desperation peaked as he glanced toward his daughter, who was now standing beside the crown prince of the Selvius Kingdom.
“D-dad?! Your highness! Please, forgive them!” Jenny’s voice trembled as she fell to her knees, tears pouring down her cheeks.
She was clearly in shock, having recently begun providing her family with money from the royal palace.
She had been sending funds to her parents, believing they needed assistance to pay off their debts, only to be brought here today to witness their execution.
‘…This monster,’ Jenny’s consciousness thought, feeling a disconnect from the pain of her former family.
Perhaps it was because she had found a new family that loved her more than her previous one, but it still bewildered her that she couldn’t entirely ignore the fact that Ryuk had shattered her old life.
‘Tch, my head hurts,’ Esme mused, having sifted through most of the memories up to this point. She felt overwhelmed, grappling with feelings of frustration.
She couldn’t comprehend how someone could possess such a low IQ.
In all those recollections, she witnessed an individual throwing tantrums at every turn.
Even more puzzling was Ryuk’s demeanor; he had never taken a submissive stance or simply relinquished whatever Jenny wanted.
His orders had always stemmed from a sense of kindness rather than weakness.
He instructed her to enjoy whatever she desired without leaving the room, yet she continuously demanded more—more dresses, more food, and every time she wanted to leave, she would throw a fit if her demands weren’t met.
Esme had started to regret her decision to even try to go through memories of this woman whose name was Jenny.
It had already been 12 years since this woman’s birth, and not once had Esme found anything in her memories which could provide a proper reasoning for her to hate Ryuk.
Prompting her to ask, ‘Hey, why do you hate him this much?’
‘What?! Why do you ask! That bastard killed my family!’ Jenny suddenly heard the strange woman who was just making her go through all the pain of those buried memories yell out, showing her frustration about why she was so angry at that man named Ryuk.
‘My head….’ Esme rubbed her forehead though her body was not exactly in a human form but more like a humanoid shadow.
Still, she really felt annoyed having a conversation with this mindless girl who didn’t even understand what would have happened to her if she were sold as a slave outside this small kingdom called the Selvius Kingdom.
‘Anything else?’ Esme inquired further while using a bit of her illusion to prevent this idiot from repeating those same words again and to give her some clue or time where Esme would be able to see the valid reason for her anger towards Ryuk.
‘He killed me! I was in pain! Bleeding!’ Jenny yelled out, remembering the suffering she had felt, getting her neck cut off.
It was beyond anything she could have ever imagined, looking into those eyes as he mercilessly cut off her head.
‘Hm, pain and bleeding,’ Esme contemplated for a moment, nodding, realizing that even though she didn’t have time, she could just view the memories tied to pain and bleeding.
Even the emotional sensations would be extreme at those times; she just snapped her fingers to see and directly play those moments where Jenny’s emotions were at their peak.
Suddenly, a room that appeared to belong to one of the insides of the royal palace materialized.
Pah Pah Pah
“Ahh… oh God… yes, yes!”
The room was dim, lit only by the flickering glow of a few candles, casting long shadows over the spacious chamber.
On the massive king-sized bed, a man lay beneath her, his powerful body half-hidden beneath silk sheets that barely clung to him.
Above him, her pink hair cascaded down her back, damp with sweat from the heat building due to an intense session.
Pah pah pah
She straddled him, her thighs trembling as she moved up and down with a frantic, desperate rhythm.
“Ohh… I can’t… ahh… more…!” she moaned, her voice raw and breathless, echoing in the still air. Her fingers dug into his chest as she leaned forward, grinding her hips against him, their connection slick and heated. “Yess… mmm,” she whimpered, each bounce sending a shockwave through her body, her breasts rising and falling with every gasp.
‘Bitch,’ Esme felt her mouth twitch, seeing the shadow of this same idiotic woman, whose memories she was going through, appearing naked while riding someone.
‘Waaah! Change this memory! He forced me at that time!’ Jenny’s consciousness yelled loudly, as if trying to hide the voice through its own remembering how she was forced that day.
“Mmm… right there… yes… ahh! It’s reaching my belly! Angghh”
‘Yes, I can see that you are being forced to be here.’ Esme, due to having her immunity of consciousness, felt no emotional effect. There wasn’t any emotional response on her face as she grimaced.
The bed creaked beneath their motions, the sound of skin meeting skin blending with her soft cries.
“Jenny, I told you, it’s fine,” lying down on the bed, the man voiced clear words aimed at the woman whom he told not to force herself, given she suddenly said how she wanted to show him her loyalty, and he could trust her.
He had even thought of how he should, in exchange for having her innocence today, free her from her slave seal, even though he would have done it without all this, but she pressed to do it.
“Ahhh… I’m so close… ahhh! J-just third time let me cum!!” her voice grew louder, more frantic, the sensation overwhelming her. Her head fell back, pink strands tumbling down as she lost herself in the rhythm, her moans becoming sharp and breathless, her body moving instinctively, consumed by the moment.
‘Stop this! He forced me!’ Jenny’s consciousness yelled out, remembering the day when Diana had told her how she would be freed from slavery if she did the deed with him, and in exchange, after returning the money which he spent to purchase her, she would be free.
It was just that Diana told her to experience how good he was!
‘I was forced!’ Jenny yelled.
‘Yes, I can see a horny pig in heat who is moving itself.’ Esme rolled her eyes.
“Annghh! Harder! Please, I beg you…..”
