Girl and Speaker

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Some things, no matter how much money you spend, you can't get.

For example, status or reputation, in common sense, are things that money can't buy. But for those who give to others, they are simply things that can be bought with money. No one can

resist
the temptation of a life filled with expensive precious metals, luxurious mansions, and beautiful women.

"Since money can buy bread and water, it can certainly buy a person."

This was a motto deeply buried in the heart of him, the Speaker of the Crossbell State Council, Hartman.

If that's the case, then what about the woman before him—?

Slowly, he shifted his gaze to the unconscious girl before him.

There, a beautiful girl was being held captive.

Her soft, beautiful silver-white hair, reaching to her waist, was adorned with purple ribbons.

Due to her noble lineage, her refined features exuded a noble air completely unlike that of an 18-year-old girl.

On the other hand, the purple dress, open at the chest, and the emerald necklace gleaming at her bosom were quite alluring.

Truly worthy of being the granddaughter of the mayor of Crossbell.

Her beauty was completely different from that of vulgar prostitutes and decadent nobles with only cheap pride left.

While imagining the pleasure of humiliating her delicate body in the future, Hartman recalled the orbal communication he had received from Marukni a few hours earlier—

***

***

The Rubacher Trading Company, which held sway over the underworld of Crossbell.

The chairman of that company had suddenly used orbal communication to contact him in his villa room, just as he was enjoying a glass of wine after dinner.

"Police raid on the 'Black Auction'?"

Marukni's voice came through his alcohol-numbed ears.

Hartman, who had been immersed in politics for decades, had been a long-time partner of the Rubacher Trading Company.
Of course, one could also call them old friends and comrades with similar tastes… in short, an improper relationship. History has proven one thing: the relationship between politics and the underworld has always been inseparable. It's impossible to definitively separate them. After all, even if one wanted to trace when this relationship began, it would likely be impossible to find any trace of it.

The "Dark Auction" is a product of a long-term collaboration with the Rubacher Trading Company.

It's a grand auction that gathers together rare items that are completely unavailable on the market, regardless of their legality.

Because Hartman is behind the Rubacher Trading Company, not only Crossbell, but also important figures from the Empire and the Liberl Kingdom gather incognito at this underground market. Hartman, considering the enthusiastic response at the auction as a perfect opportunity to declare his power to the world, felt he should prevent the Crossbell City Police from intervening.

Of course, even though his relationship with the auction is out in the open, the evidence proving his involvement has long been hidden. No matter how the police search the venue, they won't find it.

As for the guests attending the auction, anyone with a modicum of self-awareness who noticed the police probing the venue would have already made a run for it. After all, most of the guests who attend such underground gatherings have one or two unknown scandals.

However, for the auction organizers, they wanted to nip this seed of disaster in the bud as soon as possible.

But the other side was the police, which was fundamentally different from eliminating troublesome civilians and newspapers.

If they acted too early, it would be the perfect opportunity for those guys to arrest them sooner rather than later.

While pondering the contingency plan, Marickney said something interesting.

"The police who came to search seem to be brats fresh out of school—"

Brat-like police?

Speaking of which, I've heard recently that a group of rookie police officers have been acting erratically in the city from time to time. I think they're called... Special Support Section. It seems they were initially formed as a group to perform for the citizens, but they handled the Rainbow Theater threatening letter incident quite well. Later, he even personally intervened in the extermination of the monsters, demonstrating not only formidable investigative abilities but also considerable combat power. However, Marukni completely disregarded this, leading to a conflict between them and the Rubacher Merchant Guild, greatly displeasing Garcia, the second-in-command of the Rubacher Merchant Guild.

However, Hartman's reason for remembering the Special Support Section wasn't just that—.
Since it was a highly capable detective searching the "Dark Auction House," it wasn't impossible for them to discover hidden evidence and illegal goods.

Perhaps the situation would even escalate to the point where I would have to go to jail.

If "originally" were the case.

If it were "outside of the Special Support Section,"

if "they were just ordinary, talented detectives," then...

Ignoring the anxious expression on Marukni's face in the orbal communication, a smile began to appear on his lips.

His earlier agitation seemed like a lie; now he was quite calm.

No, he should say he was filled with anticipation and high excitement.

If this were a children's novel for kids, then his crimes would be exposed here, leaving not a trace in their "heroic legend." However, this was reality. A reality permeated with intrigue and betrayal.

After calming Marukni down, Hartman issued two or three instructions.

While the other side hesitated, he forcefully cut off the orbal communication midway, ending the call.

Ultimately, he believed this wouldn't destroy him, probably not even a sliver of danger.
Rather—it was the greatest blessing from heaven.

The face of an old man with whom he had a deep connection surfaced in his mind.

The face of that saintly old man gradually overlapped with the face of a beautiful white-haired girl—
—

Hartmann drank the gradually cooling glass of wine beside him, moistened his throat slightly, and then pressed the call button on his orbal communicator to make contact for a different purpose than before.

***

***

At the gate, the sounds of gunfire, the roars of beasts, and the clashing of blades filled the air.

The building, which had stood as the reception hall of a first-class hotel just minutes before, was now completely transformed into a battlefield by the smell of dust and gunpowder.

Targets darted freely through the hall, constantly dodging and attacking. The gunmen of the Rubacher Trading Company, unable to conceal their impatience, drew their machine guns and fired continuously. Like the relentless pressing of typewriter keys, the crisp clanging echoed continuously. Even the high-quality deep red velvet carpet was riddled with holes after the targets nimbly dodged, and the statue of a naked woman in the corner of the hotel was easily broken and shattered.
However, anticipating this, the girl lowered her body completely, and a storm of bullets swept over her head as she crouched low, successfully dodging into the gunman's blind spot.

Few can withstand the recoil of machine gun fire.

Therefore, the man who had been targeting the girl, manipulated by her evasive maneuver, continued firing, beautifully disrupting his posture. Even the largest mafia in Crossbell is no match for the Jaeger Corps in combat. To let this opportunity slip by would be unacceptable for a detective in the Special Support Section. The girl raised the orbal pistol in her right hand and fired continuously at the target.

—A crisp cracking sound echoed in the hall

. The relatively weak recoil compared to gunpowder-fired guns reached her arm, and the bullets seemed to be drawn into the gunman's legs. Because it was a precise shot fired from the gunman's blind spot, he probably didn't even realize she had fired. Suddenly, the mafia members cried out in pain as the impact on their thighs intensified, a sharp, piercing pain following closely behind.

Right there—

"Devour! Wild Swan!"

Ellie, chasing after the bullet she had fired, delivered a razor-sharp kick to the man's jaw. Her silver-white hair, adorned with purple ribbons, flowed gently. True to its name, it was a deadly strike combining the graceful movement of a swan with the brutal ferocity of a wild attack.

The unfortunate mafia member took the brunt of the impact head-on, crashing into the wall at the entrance and losing consciousness. The girl before him switched to a fluid dodge the instant the attack struck, like a performance on a Rainbow Theatre stage.

—This was the second one.

Anxiety continued to build.

The fact that he had to wear a formal dress for the infiltration investigation was frustrating.

Wearing a long white dress that reached her ankles, running at full speed was difficult, and the fighting stance, so different from her usual trousers, was even more exhausting than expected. The battle had only been going on for a few minutes, but the fatigue she felt was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

Moreover, the purple dress she'd reluctantly donned at Randy's urging constantly distracted Ellie. Although she understood it was to keep the invited guests and guards from being careless, the large opening of the dress made her feel ashamed, making her movements feel restricted.

She tried to find a moment to catch her breath, but in this situation of being outnumbered, her three opponents clearly weren't going to give her that opportunity. Besides, the heavily armored Imperial Hounds, unable to understand human speech, were still lurking around. The three beasts surrounding Ellie assumed fighting stances, growling at her and coldly observing her condition. Perhaps this is what wild beasts with mechanical minds would be like. Like controlled weapons, they calmly and thoroughly searched for the perfect distance to strike. Originally, the plan was to try and disrupt the operation by taking down the Mafia, who acted as the command center, but now it seemed unlikely.
At least, reuniting with Lloyd…

She thought of her colleague who had infiltrated the investigation with her, the strong yet gentle gaze of that righteous young man.
Just as they reached the warehouse of the illegally auctioned items, they unfortunately encountered a patrolling Mafia, and got separated from him in the ensuing melee. Perhaps, like me, his identity was exposed, and he was fighting somewhere in this building. If it was Lloyd with his daggers, he was probably late because he encountered an enemy he couldn't easily defeat.

But even so, they were now in the enemy's stronghold, and the situation of fighting alone remained unchanged.

Having finally obtained evidence of the illegal transactions at the "Dark Auction," the priority was to reunite as soon as possible and bring the evidence back to headquarters.

To this end, they had to hurry and reunite with Lloyd and Randy and Tio, who were waiting outside the venue.
In order to seize this chance to turn the tide, Ellie began to slowly retreat.

Of course, retreating was not for escape. Rather, it was to exploit the time difference during the enemy's pursuit to quickly eliminate them one by one, although the possibility of encountering enemy reinforcements along the way was quite high. However, considering the losses so far, there was still a way to get past the enemy reinforcements, who were an uncertain factor.

If that was the case, then it was better to take a little risk and choose a method that could eliminate the three beasts in a short time.

With a strong sense of resolve in his eyes, he began to slowly increase the distance.

The orbal gun in his right hand caught sight of the three Imperial Hounds head-on.

He slowly retreated towards the exit behind him.

—Just a little more. One more step.

The reversal of the situation was ready.

White phosphorus, unique to orbal power, seeped from between his tightly clenched left fingers.

His left hand, gripping the orbal machine, began to sweat from tension. He gently exhaled and made up his mind.
"Gario Tower!"

The powerful words shouted at the same time intertwined with the torrent of orbal power flowing from the orbal machine, forming a vortex.

In an instant, a magic circle depicting geometric patterns drawn by ominous purple light appeared in the hall, and with a booming sound, a massive building materialized. This was the high-level illusion magic, [Tower of Galion], which summoned the otherworldly tower here. The tyrannical demonic castle, capable of instilling fear in animals, stood serenely. The torrent of purple light overflowing from the magic circle condensed into a sphere of light atop the castle's pavilion—and then exploded.
The sphere of magical energy that had solidified atop the pavilion transformed into dark arrows that pierced everything, hurtling towards the demonic beasts along with the sound of the explosion.

The demonic beasts exposed to the storm of magical energy had no way to evade it.

The closest Imperial Hound couldn't even assume a fighting stance; seven arrows pierced its abdomen, and its agonizing howl was blown away by the storm. The second beast to Ellie's right barely managed to dodge the first arrow before its steps were bound by the storm. However, it was directly hit by marble fragments kicked up by the explosion of other arrows, its fighting posture was disrupted, and it became bait for the second wave of arrows. The last one, in the instant it turned and instinctively ran away, was completely swallowed up by the torrent of arrows.

Affected by the powerful destructive force, dust enveloped everything like fog. The demon castle, which had escaped from its frenzied excitement, completely exhausted the necessary orbal energy for its current existence, and like a mirage, it quietly disappeared into the magic circle.

Then, after the demon castle disappeared, as its replacement, in the depths of the dense fog formed by the dust, the emerald green light gradually increased—

"The aura of the noble goddess (気高き女神の息吹よ)—"

A solemn chanting voice resounded throughout the hall.

"Transform into power (力となりて), gather at the muzzle of my gun (我が铳に集え)—"
The lines of Ellie holding her gun faintly appeared in the fog.

Ahead lay a vibrant green magic circle, different from the previous one, gradually amplifying its power.
A massive cannon of light unleashed its remaining power—Ellie's ultimate technique, the [Atmospheric Energy Cannon].

Everything was proceeding as planned.

Although it was high-level magic, [Gario Tower] was a skill Tio excelled at; what she had unleashed was only an incomplete version, and she already had a premonition that she wouldn't be able to defeat the Emperor Hound in one strike.
However, the purpose of the previous magic wasn't to inflict injury.

The Imperial Hounds, directly struck by the Tower of Garios, were rendered unable to receive command from the Command Tower due to the sudden darkness. Furthermore, the arrows were cursed, robbing the three beasts of their sight. Therefore, the girl was confident of victory as she prepared to unleash her second attack.

A small, reassuring smile appeared on Ellie's lips, convinced of her success. She

gripped the trigger of her fully charged orbal gun, applying slight pressure. Just as she was about to utter the words announcing the start of the attack— but before that, a painful groan escaped her lips. A sound like silk being violently torn came from somewhere. A numbing pain followed, spreading throughout her body, and her consciousness went blank for a moment. Her wavering eyes held shock. Why...? Even though she wanted to speak, her mouth wouldn't open properly. Not only that, but her throat and body resisted her every urge to move. Every muscle in her body seemed to be gripped by fear, ignoring her own commands and convulsing uncontrollably. The emerald green light gathered on the gun gradually dissipated as it lost its target... Only then did she realize the electric shock had come from behind. Her consciousness began to fade. The girl sluggishly looked behind her. The mafia man she had initially defeated held a stun gun, a distasteful smile on his face. (Oh no, I was too careless...) Despair gradually crept into the girl's eyes as she collapsed to the ground. Before falling into the abyss of despair... and losing consciousness, the girl heard the mafia man's troubled voice. "Chairman, is it really alright to get to this point?" "This brat... isn't he the grandson of the mayor of Crossbell who became a policeman?" The voice, echoing from the exit behind her and accompanied by footsteps, answered the man. "That's fine. Leave the rest to the Speaker." "Don't worry about trivial things. Just get this guy to the room." -- Ah, and one more thing. "The body lurking near the hotel... go and deal with it first. The one with the blue hair... do whatever you want with it." Before she could even grasp the true meaning of those words, Ellie's consciousness plunged into endless darkness. *** Looking at the scene before him, Hartman nodded in satisfaction. Malcolm's subordinate had done a brilliant job. Aside from the dust from the battle and the soot on their clothes, they had successfully captured Ellie McDowell without any external injuries. Because of his insistence that "she must not be killed, and must not be hurt," Malcolm had been struggling and couldn't help but grumble, thus incurring a considerable debt of gratitude. The room, specially prepared for Hartman, was completely decorated with numerous excellent works of art and dazzling displays of beauty, surpassing even the most luxurious suites in top-tier hotels. In one of the VIP rooms, two massive, steel-colored chains hung from the ceiling. Handcuffs connected to the chains, securing two slender wrists, clad in pure white gloves, in a raised position. Similarly, her ankles were firmly bound to the floor by shackles and chains. She was still unconscious from her arrest. Therefore, her wrists and body hung limply at her sides, like the figure of a saint depicted in a religious painting. This was Ellie McDowell, the only granddaughter of Henry McDowell, her political rival. Having briefly served as the mayor's probationary secretary, she had seen him several times during her visits to the mayor's office. A face brimming with intelligence, and an aura of composure beyond her years—if she were encountered in social circles, one would want to possess such a beauty by any means necessary. However, she couldn't stand the look in Ellie's eyes. Although her appearance was completely different, she, like the old man, possessed a clear, intimidating gaze that conveyed a strong will. In the Crossbell Autonomous State, rife with intrigue and betrayal, an honest and upright politician is no different from a clown. Though popular and lauded by the people, they are utterly powerless within the state legislature controlled by the Empire and the Republic, forced to continue dancing as a clown to entertain the masses. All the bills submitted by McDowell to the legislature were utterly rejected. In short, the Crossbell Autonomous State is nothing more than a toy of the Empire and the Republic, and escaping their masters' control is utterly impossible. Since that's the case, why not indulge one's desires and pursue fleeting pleasure? And so, the old man's clear eyes held a pitiful pity as he looked this way. A boiling, dark hatred steadily accumulated within him, threatening to taint the man's eyes with despair— a desire to uproot everything that man had accumulated so far— unconsciously, he began to yearn for it. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to fulfill this dark ambition suddenly presented itself. A few weeks ago, during a casual chat after parliament, Henry McDowell mentioned that his granddaughter had been recruited by the Crossbell Police Department and assigned to a strange organization called the Special Support Section. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but the usually calm old man's words betrayed an undisguised joy. He must be genuinely proud that his granddaughter had chosen her own path after her parents fled. But the fact that his granddaughter had fallen into his hands was something he probably never imagined… and what had happened before that too—. Feeling the sticky, surging lust in his lower abdomen, Hartman slowly approached the still-sleeping Ellie. *** *** Pressing against the still-sleeping Ellie from behind, Hartman tightly embraced her waist with his right arm. The afterglow of his battle with the Marickney boys hadn't faded, and through the thin fabric of his fine silk dress, he could feel the faint warmth emanating from her burning body. Approaching her face along her smooth, porcelain-like neck, the scent of perfume mingled with the sweet fragrance of the young girl. It was the aroma she carried during this period as she transitioned into womanhood. The touch of her long, vibrant silver hair against her face was quite pleasurable. Like a mischievous prank, he slowly licked her from her jawline upwards with his tongue, causing Ellie to sway slightly and let out a muffled sound. However, aside from a slight frown, she showed no sign of waking up. Saliva left beautiful, slug-like trails on her smooth skin. A beautiful girl old enough to be his daughter stood before him, defenseless. He wanted to let the dark, hateful filth of his opponent completely defile her beloved granddaughter. Immorality, a sense of conquest, and the urge to utterly destroy beauty—these dark emotions flowed through his body like alcohol, leaving him feeling slightly intoxicated. Hartmann felt that his identity as a male symbol was beginning to bring a sudden burning sensation.

His right hand encircled Ellie's waist, first savoring the fragrance of her newly blossoming, delicate flower. Then, his left hand slowly reached towards her full breasts, hidden beneath her gorgeous purple dress. He gently kneaded her relatively full breasts—for a girl not yet of age—through the silk fabric. The heavy sensation traveled through his hand. Ellie's full breasts, the object of fantasy for other boys of her generation, were now being defiled by a middle-aged man roughly the same age as her parents.

"Ah... gurgle... um..."

Unconsciously letting out hot breaths, Ellie began to enjoy it, carefully kneading the girl's breasts. After enjoying the weight and elasticity of the girl's large breasts, small, bean-sized bulges gradually appeared on her dress. In the end, she was just a pitiful little girl. Before she even understood her current situation, the girl's body had already begun to react to the stimulation the man was applying.

In that case, his left hand directly slipped inside the gap in the silk fabric of the dress. The sensation of skin moistened by a touch of sweat was directly transmitted to him. It was a real pity that he couldn't revel in the afterglow of this moment; his fingers felt a slight stiffness in her body as they touched her delicate skin. In that instant, he was surprised to discover that he could feel the girl trembling slightly between their pressed bodies. Hartman's lips curled up slightly as his fingers slowly traced and teased the area around her engorged nipples. He felt the sensation of his fingers rubbing around her nipples.

"Ugh... um... ah... ah ah..."

Each time his fingers moved like plucking a musical instrument, the girl would let out a bitter yet beautiful moan. His index and middle fingers teasingly pinched and rubbed her nipples. His fingers gently teased the mountain peaks. Once again, sounds that aroused desire rang out.

"Ah... um... ha... ah um... ee..."

The moans gradually rose in intensity. Through the thin dress, the girl's body temperature gradually increased for a reason different from the afterglow of battle. Slowly but surely, the girl was moving towards a heightened sense of excitement. Gently kneading her balloon-like breasts, the stimulation and heat caused her jade-like skin to sweat slightly. Sweat dripped from her delicate skin, pooling in the cleavage formed by her breasts, tracing erotic lines. Carefully licking away the sweat with his tongue, Hartman guided the girl completely towards climax.

"Mmm!...Eee...Ah...Ah-ha...!"

The girl's performance was about to unfold in the form of orgasm.

(Like a dream, easily reaching climax from the hands of an unknown man...!)

The final blow was a flick of his fingertips at the girl's engorged and hardened nipples .

"Ahhh!...Ah ...

Intermittent spasms ran through her body, accompanied by tremors and a faint feminine aura. It seems she's gone.

The girl, her shoulders trembling, was tinged with the afterglow of excitement—or rather, she exuded an alluring aura as a woman. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and a smile bloomed from the depths of her heart.
(Imagining things with her crush?)

The reality was worlds apart from the scene the girl envisioned; a sneer rose from the depths of her throat.

Even if her body was no less impressive than that of a mature woman, her heart was still that of an 18-year-old girl. Perhaps she had one or two admirers. That was truly unfortunate; if she hadn't gotten involved with that Special Support Section organization, she might have been able to spend her life with the man of her dreams.

After her hands were removed from Ellie's body, the girl's body was once again bound in its original position. The part of her that had been asserting its existence within the suit pants was also about to give way. He trembled with anticipation, eager to savor the woman's flesh before him.

Reaching for the girl's pure white dress, he undid the zipper at the waist in one swift motion. With the sound of the fabric rubbing against her body, the dress lay sprawled on the floor. Like the pure white dress, the panties hidden beneath were also pure white. The slightly sour, feminine scent intensified. Her well-developed buttocks, as prominent as her breasts, were now exposed to the air.

Hartman, having withdrawn his member, trembled with anticipation. His erect member, roughly estimated to be over 20 centimeters long, was a deep black, contrasting sharply with Ellie's porcelain-white skin, and covered in hideous veins. Despite being over 40, he showed no signs of aging. He

gently rubbed his fingers against Ellie's panties. Feeling the sticky fluid clinging to his fingers, he grinned crudely and forcefully pulled the panties down to her knees. Deep within the silver pubic hair, dampened by the climax of the steel, a pinkish secret part could be glimpsed. Still lingering from the afterglow, the secret part twitched intermittently.

Hartman recalled the infatuated expressions of women he had once embraced. He had once dealt with

heavily made-up , with actresses who feigned reluctance to be famous, with
the hostess of high-class clubs frequented by government officials… He had lived life to the fullest with desires and wealth unimaginable to ordinary working-class people. But now, those past memories were as blurry as the morning glow. It was as if everything existed for this moment—.

Grabbing Ellie's waist from behind, he guided his penis between her thighs. The hot love juice and pubic hair at the tip conveyed a comfortable and passionate sensation. Penetration was too early; he let his penis gently rub against her wet vulva, like a playful game.

"Ah… um…"

Ellie exhaled a hot breath. Satisfied with the girl's reaction, he enjoyed the sensation of his penis covered in her love fluid while watching her waist gently sway. Soon after, drops of love fluid dripped from her moist vulva, completely soaking Hartman's penis. He tried to insert the tip of his penis into the girl's vagina, but failed repeatedly due to her complete resistance to any foreign intrusion. So she's still a virgin. But now, the girl's first blood, meant for her lover, will tragically wither away. And it will be scattered by the hands of her beloved grandfather's mortal enemy.

(Henry McDowell, your granddaughter is fucking gorgeous!)

Hartman smiled sadistically, recalling his hated enemy's face. What kind of expression would that old man have if he were here? Would he break down and cry? Or would he pounce on him with an angry expression? The contrast between his usual calm and collected demeanor and the old man's actions was incredibly pleasurable. He could barely contain his laughter.

He used his own member to adorn the girl's blooming petals.

Hartman's tip sank into the girl's secret place, the lewd sounds of friction echoing in the room. The girl's vulva, resisting the intrusion, struggled desperately, but the reaction only increased the man's pleasure. Hartman stopped the moment his tip encountered resistance.

His hands, gripping Ellie's waist, tightened their grip.

(If you want to hate, hate your beloved grandfather!)

A sinister smile appeared on his face, and the man's waist began to thrust powerfully—.

────── *Plop*.

The merciless sound of utterly destroying the flower guarding the girl's purity rang out.

Hartman felt his tip, after receiving the girl's virgin blood, immediately enveloped by hot, moist flesh.

The sense of conquest, accomplishment, and the ecstasy brought by lust completely stained his consciousness pure white.
(────Continued from the middle part)

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Posted on 2017-3-4 02:15 Only show this author Edit Chaotic Trajectory 02. Paradise of Betrayal and Desire - Part 2 - ──────Pfft. If the electric shock she felt before losing consciousness was an example, then what she felt now was a burning pain. The excruciating pain in her lower abdomen, as if attacked by a hot iron rod, forcibly brought Ellie's consciousness back to the real world. Just as she was trying to find the source of the pain, her slightly blurry vision hurriedly looked at her lower body. To her surprise, the pure white dress she had worn for the infiltration and search was lying directly on the ground. Her gaze slowly moved upwards from the skirt hanging at her feet. "Eh—?" The sight was completely unexpected, causing the girl's voice to rise slightly. Her brain couldn't comprehend the reality her vision captured. Her pure white panties were pulled down to her knees, and her body was pierced by something. The thing piercing her was covered in red liquid flowing from her private parts. Due to this extraordinary situation, the girl's consciousness immediately returned to a state where she could think normally. "—Ah, are you awake? Ellie? Miss McDowell." She caught a man's voice from behind. Trying to turn her neck to look behind her, she saw a middle-aged man with a beard and gray hair, wearing a repulsive smile. Unexpectedly, it was a man she knew. "Chairman Hartmann!?" The person in front of her was her grandfather's enemy, who was in charge of the operation of Crossbell City. Hartmann, as the leader of the Imperial faction of councilors, had been fiercely fighting with her grandfather in the council for many years. Because of numerous rumors surrounding the Rubacher Trading Company—such as smuggling and money laundering—this operation was also launched to try and find evidence of crimes related to Chairman Hartman. And now, this man was humiliating her. Just thinking about it made her cheeks flush with shame. "Anyway, the goal is probably evidence of my connection to the auction. It's just that I chose the wrong opponent. Those people should be getting a good beating from the Black Moon guys now." " But thanks to that, I can now enjoy the pleasures of such a wonderful woman. " Hartman said with a laugh, ignoring Ellie's speechless shock and shame, and began to thrust violently. Skin against skin, the sounds of "slap slap slap" echoed loudly. She tried to resist, but her hands and feet were bound by iron chains fixed to the ceiling and floor, rendering her completely immobile. She could only submit to Hartman's powerful thrusts, going with the flow. Ellie's full breasts swayed with each thrust. "Ugh!!...Gurgle!!...Pain!!!...Eek!!!" Hartman enjoyed the pleasure of forcibly prying open her virgin thighs, but for Ellie, who had just lost her virginity, it was undoubtedly torture. The foreign object invading her body repeatedly rubbed against her, bringing not only pain but also intense discomfort. The blood that flowed when her purity was violated dripped weakly down her thighs. Shame and humiliation, and guilt towards a colleague she secretly harbored feelings for. A myriad of thoughts filled her heart, and tears streamed from her emerald eyes. "Ah, I'm so sorry. Your body is even better than I expected; I got so absorbed in the enjoyment without even realizing it." Hartman's words were uttered without any apology. After speaking, he slowly slipped his hands inside her dress, roughly kneading Ellie's breasts. "Ew…!" Ellie felt a sharp pain in the tips of her breasts. The man's skillful sexual techniques had slowly ignited the flickering flames of desire within the young girl. The cunning politician keenly saw through the excitement hidden deep within Ellie's emerald eyes, which were armed with pain and shame. While indulging his lust and ravaging this beauty's secret place, and then completely unleashing his desires deep within her, wouldn't be so bad—it would be too much of a waste. This wouldn't be a way to get revenge on that old man. Thus, Hartman revealed a despicable smile as he spoke. "Although I still loathe that McDowell, there's one thing I really have to thank him for: nurturing you into such a beautiful woman." Hartman's kisses assaulted Ellie's neck like a storm, while his fingertips relentlessly stimulated her nipples. He inhaled deeply the sensual scent that blended seamlessly with Ellie's fragrance. Ellie frowned, but endured the unpleasant feeling of saliva sticking to her neck, her mind racing as she considered how to escape. (If I keep stalling, Lloyd, Randy, and Tio will probably notice something's wrong and come to help me.) "No contact after more than an hour, immediately forcefully infiltrate and cover the teammates' evacuation." This was the operation decided upon with her companions before infiltrating the "Dark Auction House." During a tactical meeting attended by the Special Support Section and a small group led by Dudley of the First Investigation Section, when deciding on their retreat, they concluded that an hour was the limit for the operation.

Enduring the irritating fingertip-to-touch of Hartman, Ellie's gaze shifted to the luxurious room. On a low table beside the extravagantly lavish king-size bed, she found what she was looking for: a specially designed clock. The hands pointed to a little past 8:30 PM. The battle had likely begun around 7 PM, so after some back and forth, it should be almost an hour.

(…wait here for now.)

To wait for a chance to turn the tables, she had to endure this humiliation. Her frustrated spirit rallied, and Ellie glanced at Hartman, who was shamelessly fondling her breasts.

But while her murderous gaze was fixed on the man, a smile played on her lips as she gazed out the window beside the bed. It was as if she were watching a rather amusing comedy. "Take a look too," Hartman said with a smile. Although wary of the man's strange behavior, Ellie's gaze still turned to the window.

Streetlights, illuminated by their guiding light, lit up the darkness, and a beautiful curtain of water gushed from the fountain in the courtyard.

Two men, members of the Rubacher Trading Company's mafia, stood by one side of the pool, delivering enormous burlap sacks that required two men to carry. The seams of the sacks seemed to be stained with some kind of blackened liquid. From the grimacing faces of the two men carrying them, one could imagine that the sacks contained something quite heavy—

like, something containing a human head.

A throbbing pain began to shoot through my head. It was as if I had forgotten something important. But my subconscious refused to recall it. It was as if remembering it would cause everything I had accumulated to collapse.

Due to the throbbing pain in my brain, I closed one eye, but the other remained fixed on the two men carrying the sacks. As if unable to bear the weight, the man in front accidentally dropped the sack. After being scolded by the man behind, he untied the knots on the sack, revealing its contents. The open part of the sack contained mud-covered red hair and something resembling a human head. She heard a demon's sneer behind her.

The face of her red-haired colleague, whom she had seen just an hour ago, reappeared, now ashen and bloodless as a wax figure. His once-smiling eyes had lost all their luster.

"—Randy!"

Even from a distance, the girl couldn't mistake him.

Though four years apart, her irreplaceable companion—sometimes reliable like an older brother, sometimes mischievous like a younger brother—was gone. No—he was killed. Knowing he couldn't hear her, she still called out her companion's name. But the only response was the swelling filth inside Hartman and his laughter echoing around the room.

"Ah…ah…ah…ahh ...

Even her struggles were futile; the only response was the cold clanging of chains. Hartmann held the distraught Ellie tightly from behind, whispering in her ear,

"It seems she was sneaking around in the back of the venue looking for something, then got dealt with by Marukney's men—she survived being riddled with machine gun fire." "

Even at the very end, she was still calling out your name and the name of your other companion." His tone

was as cheerful as handing a secret gift to a child. He extinguished the girl's hopes, one by one, forcing her to understand that the chances of rescue were almost zero.

—When you gaze into the abyss, don't forget that the abyss also gazes into you.

This is a famous quote from a philosopher. When a girl full of justice tries to pursue the dark side of Crossbell, she will only be completely swallowed up by an even larger and deeper darkness. Hartmann continued his pursuit with a gentle tone that seemed utterly incongruous with the scene before him.

"I feel sorry for this man. But the blue-haired girl he was with is still alive and well. Look for yourself—"

With Hartman's greeting, something embedded in the wall in front of him began to glow.

***

***

The power communication device on the large screen on the front wall was switched on, and the LCD screen emitted a faint light. The faint light emitted by the screen worked to form an image from meaningless light, and a faint static noise came from the speaker before the image appeared.

Even receiving news that Tio was alive and well could not calm the turmoil in her chest.

"Together... the blue-haired one... do whatever you want with her."

The words that had escaped Marukni's lips before losing consciousness continued to echo in her mind. Her emerald eyes, stimulated, lost their luster and unconsciously turned to the screen of the power machine. The image slowly stabilized from the chaotic spectrum, and the static noise from the speaker gradually became clearer.

The first thing that entered her ears was the whispered voice of men indulging in their lust—.

She heard the rough breathing of men. Judging from the sounds, it wasn't just one or two, but rather the sounds of many men filled with unbearable desire. In a gap between these physically repulsive sounds,

—a gurgling…gurgling…

the sound of water churning a rather viscous liquid echoed intermittently with a certain rhythm. Then, the unpleasant sounds of the beasts' feast disappeared, and Ellie clearly heard the voice of a girl she knew.

Ellie waited for the

screen —and then she saw a hellish scene.

The dim light from an outdated oil lamp illuminated the cramped room.

Completely devoid of decoration, without even a bed, the room was essentially a prison made of stone. In the center of that prison, many men were gathered, surrounding something. The men were of various ages, but all possessed strong, well-built bodies skilled in combat. Because the men's bodies blocked the view, the center of the encirclement couldn't be seen, but the closer one got, the more one could see several men kneeling or lying on the ground, their bodies swaying rhythmically.

The camera suddenly switched direction,

looking down directly above the men. They must have been very close to the scene, as the churning of liquid and the men's voices could be clearly heard from the loudspeaker. Through the back of the men's heads, the face of a familiar girl came into view—.

Although she had some idea of what was happening, the actual scene that came into view still left the girl speechless.

A young girl with light blue hair, around fifteen years old, lay on the cold floor, exposed to the lustful men. Her body was naked, as if she had just been born, completely defenseless before the men. Her small, undeveloped breasts were red, swollen, and painful from the men's repeated rough handling.

The girl's still-developing private parts, covered by a thin layer of pubic hair, were thoroughly penetrated by the men's ugly and ruthless lust. The shape of the men's genitals, repeatedly appearing and ravaging her abdomen with each rough thrust, could be seen. This was the result of the men forcibly using sexual intercourse to develop her overly young body.

The film, featuring a large man violently defiles the petite body of a young girl, using every sex toy to arouse his lust, carries a strong sense of unreality. Even amidst this immoral act, the men, driven by perverse pleasure and lust, continue their assault, unleashing their malicious bestiality on the young girl. Her bluish pubic

hair, the same color as her hair, is mingled with the blood from her deflowering, her own bodily fluids, and the vile liquids vomited by the men. In one corner of her genitals, the fluids and blood begin to congeal, and her body is covered in filth from the men's careless treatment. This is evidence of the prolonged and humiliating abuse she has endured.

The men, thoroughly ravaging the girl, seem lost in a strange, profound pleasure, their expressions obsessive, their hips repetitively thrusting like a broken spring. Meanwhile, the young girl remains expressionless. The golden eyes that once evoked tenderness like those of a small animal had lost all their light, revealing a blank stare.

The man's violent thrusts against the girl's lower body compressed her internal organs, the squeezed air being expelled from her lungs, traveling through her respiratory tract to her vocal cords, becoming unconscious moans.

————Ah…ah…

The tone carried no sorrow. It was merely a meaningless sound produced by the trembling of her vocal cords from the squeezed air. There was no room for any joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness; such emotions and will as a girl could not possibly intervene. In this tragic scene of humiliation, it only gave off an eerie feeling, like a doll. A mad feast of dolls in the shape of girls and mechanical puppets.

The man covering the girl with his body grew increasingly louder with each vigorous thrust of his hips. "Slap—slap—slap—" The sound of skin colliding continued to echo in the prison. The violent piston-like movements squeezed out pink foam from the thoroughly mixed liquid, scattering it on the floor.

"Ah! Ah!... Ha!... Ahhh—"

The sounds unconsciously escaping the girl's mouth grew louder, proportional to the man's intense movements.

Her face, once as tinkling as a bell, was no longer visible. Instead, her limbs swayed limply like a corpse, swaying with the movement of her hips.

The man in the image let out a joyful roar, then his movements ceased. Completely suppressing the girl's lower body, he buried his penis deep within the young girl's body, stopping his actions.

It was as if the image had stopped. A sudden silence enveloped them.

The shape of the male genitalia, reflected in the girl's lower abdomen from the pressure, began to swell unnaturally.

Besides the rapid swelling, there were intermittent tremors. The man, lost in pleasure, began to tremble slightly. In that instant, the girl's uterus felt as if it were being burned; she had lost count of how many times he had ejaculated inside her that day. Although she was only a girl of about 14 or 15, her body had already developed secondary sexual characteristics. The possibility of pregnancy from so many repeated ejaculations was not small.
But for the girl, whose will had been completely worn down by such intense humiliation, those things no longer mattered.

The man pulled his penis out of the girl's body.

Her small, engorged, and reddened vulva slowly expelled the man's sticky semen. Her limbs, limp from the violent piston-like movements, and the strange posture with fluid dripping from her groin

, resembled a sex doll discarded after a frenzied act of masturbation—in that instant

, another man pounced on the girl's body. The mad puppet show seemed to have no end.
The image slowly blurred—then disappeared

—this was, the last time, Ellie McDowell saw Tio Prato in her life.

(—Continued from the next part)

As Marukni's subordinates shut down the communication device, Hartman silently watched the girl before him, her eyes filled with tears. Her presence was faint, as if about to crumble away. Her vulva, now devoid of a penis, dripped secretions mixed with the blood of her deflowered virginity.

Just moments ago, the young man, a reliable older brother figure, had been mercilessly murdered. And the girl, as lovely as a younger sister, had been treated like a plaything, subjected to tragic humiliation. This reality was enough to break the girl's spirit.

Marukni had said that the blue-haired girl who had been humiliated would debut as an actress in erotic films catering to lolita enthusiasts, contributing to the Rubacher Trading Company's underground erotic film business. However, telling Ellie now was pointless, so he remained silent. But, could that really become a commodity? Would anyone find pleasure in something so utterly mentally broken…something that couldn't react to a dagger or a gun? Although filled with doubt, he thought that everything in the world is like this... as long as there is demand, there will always be customers. Besides, it was Marukni's business anyway.

For the girl Lai, who had lost all hope and energy to escape, the restraints imposed on her were unnecessary. Hartman took out a key from the breast pocket of his suit and removed the shackles from the girl's feet. But the girl was frozen, completely unresponsive. Then he removed the handcuffs as well, and the girl, who was barely supporting herself with the chains hanging from the ceiling, fell onto the carpet at her feet.

In order to savor the girl's delicate body, Hartman picked up the girl's feather-light body and placed her on the extra-large bed. Without even a trace of resistance, the girl lay on the bed, her gaze fixed on the empty void. Ellie's figure overlapped with that of the blue-haired girl who had just been violated.

(However, I have no interest in playing with dolls...) He erased

the jeering noises of the men who had just thoroughly violated the blue-haired girl from his memory, and
the lingering image of the blue-haired girl overlapping with Ellie's face. If Ellie were to collapse like this, I would be very troubled. After all, for the final chapter of the revenge I had envisioned, I had specially prepared an end befitting Ellie's identity as McDowell.

────For this purpose, the girl must be made human again.

Hartman stripped the girl, whose consciousness was wandering in the boundless void, of all her clothes, revealing her
completely naked. The soft bed sank under the weight of two people, the springs creaking in the quiet room. He forcibly spread the girl's legs, revealing silver pubic hair stained with the blood and fluids of her broken virginity leaping into view from the front. Even after witnessing countless horrifying sights, the girl's genitals remained wet. Since that's the case, the foreplay can probably be skipped.

He moved his penis towards the vulva on her lower abdomen, gently pressing it against the entrance of his penis. Hartman, as if playing, let the head of his penis repeatedly touch the vaginal opening, stroking it back and forth, repeating the insertion and withdrawal movements in a casual rhythm. He secretly observed Ellie's expression as she received her second act of humiliation; the girl seemed lost in thought, her face expressionless.

(It's alright, I'll make you gasp for breath soon…)

A bold and fearless smile appeared on his face. Hartman placed his hand on Ellie's waist, and then—indulged his instincts.

He thrust his hips forward in one breath. Her honeypot, as tight and warm as when she had been deflowered, clung to him tightly as if trying to expel an intruding foreign object. Even though it was the second time, the pleasure spreading upwards from her lower body still made Hartman sigh. Having had intimate relations with dozens of beautiful women, Hartman began to become obsessed with Ellie's fleshy vulva, which seemed to merge with his own penis and was tightly wrapped around it.

The frequency of friction between his glans and the vaginal walls of the girl's vagina gradually increased, and he felt his penis, buried inside her, gradually swell. The moist love juices and the tight vagina complemented each other, drawing Hartman into a vortex of pleasure. He slowed his thrusts into the girl's body, while simultaneously pulling down the bust area of her dress, which concealed her impressive breasts, towards her armpits. As if a soft plop could be heard, the girl's beautiful breasts were exposed to the air. Unlike the dazed Ellie herself, the front of her breasts were fully engorged, standing erect in a beautiful crimson.

Hartman tightly gripped the girl's right breast, burying his face in her full peaks. He inhaled deeply the scent of her body mingled with her sweat, intoxicated by its aroma, while his tongue tasted the soft skin still damp with sweat, lightly touching around the areola. He tenderly took the erect nipple at the front of her breast into his mouth, licking it as if savoring candy. His teeth and lips gently bit down. The front of her right breast, now covered in saliva, stood even more erect than before. Even when the spirit sank into the abyss of despair, the body still unconsciously reacted to the stimulation.

—And then, as long as the body reacted, the heart would also change.

He lifted his face from the full breast, and like a lover's whisper, gently kissed the girl's neck and ear, whispering,

"Your partner's name, I think it's—Lloyd? Bennings, right?"

Suddenly told the name of the person she longed for, Ellie's pupils regained their light in that instant. A faint hope ignited in her to escape the devastating blow of her two friends' tragic end, and she listened carefully to Hartman's next words.

Lloyd? Bennings.

The state legislature commissioned an investigation agency to investigate Ellie? The name came from McDowell's report. A young man, the captain of the Special Support Section. An outstanding man who qualified as an investigator at the age of 18. Then, the report also noted the possibility that Ellie might develop a faint affection for him due to his actions and demeanor. In this situation, Lloyd's safety might become a pillar of support for Ellie.

If he were to state the truth, what kind of expression would the lovely girl before him show? Influenced by a surge of sadism and dark anticipation, Hartman smiled. The man's face revealed an ominous smile, like a crescent moon, his lips twisted in a declaration.

"—That guy, sentenced to death for murdering a Republic official."

What kind of expression would a person show when they hear a fact beyond their comprehension? The man continued to penetrate the girl who was being pushed down, but the girl's eyes widened in astonishment. She seemed to want to say, '...Ah, to say something so illogical, this man is probably mentally unstable.'

"...You're the ones sentenced to death, aren't you?"

The girl uttered these words with a gaze as if looking at rotting filth. Having defiled the investigators searching the auction and murdered another, this man's inhuman evil deeds, once exposed, would surely land him on the execution platform. The Special Support Section's search of the "Black Auction" was assigned by police headquarters.

If someone were to be murdered like this, surrounded by suspicious glances, there would be no escape. They probably haven't even grasped it yet; what follows is utter destruction. A pitying gaze, like looking at some madman, fixed on the man pinning her down.

In contrast, Hartman let out a sneer, as if saying, "It's been a long time since I've heard anything other than a scream," maintaining his position penetrating the girl, twisting and rotating slightly. This positioned the girl on all fours on the bed, her hips apex, her waist thrusting upwards. It was the so-called "rear-entry position." It looked like wild animals mating.

Ignoring Ellie's barbed words, Hartman's hips pounded violently like a pile driver.
"Ugh...! Hmm...!!"

The resumed piston-like movements made Ellie involuntarily let out a sound.

Her buttocks, so different from the softness of her breasts, transmitted the sensation as they collided with his lower abdomen. Whether the other person was a man he deeply loved or a man he hated to the point of wanting to kill, the instinct to react to sexual stimulation was still equally tragic. Ellie's honey pot, which swallowed the man's penis, overflowed with love juice, completely wetting the man's lower body and giving it a lewd sheen.

He lay on the girl's back, his hands grasping her beautiful breasts from behind like a hawk seizing its prey, as if seizing its prey. He played with the tips of her breasts with his fingers, making the girl's delicate body tremble as if electrified. To prevent the forbidden pleasure from melting away her reason, the girl desperately endured the surge of pleasure within her. But Hartmann continued, determined to push her further into the abyss.

"No, wait, it was Lloyd who was sentenced to death. After all, that guy was an investigator, yet he got involved with illegal drugs. He colluded with the seller to kill a Republic official because he wanted to take drugs. The reason for searching that auction was because of that, right?" "A

drug-addicted investigator, huh? That's quite fitting for Crossbell!"

Hartmann's shoulders trembled as he let out a smug, cold laugh.

Although it was baseless, even if it was just a joke to fool a child, for this dangerous man who used cunning as a weapon to navigate the political world, even if he understood the truth, he still couldn't disregard his words. Because she understood this man, Ellie became increasingly confused and uneasy.

Hartmann was almost fully aware of the cracks appearing in the fragile armor protecting the girl's heart, which was as delicate as a glasswork. A vision flashed through Hartmann's mind: a heart placed within a work of art, trembling restlessly with the malicious winds blowing in through the cracks.

To combat the despair over her parents and
the twisted , a pure and beautiful girl became an investigator for the Crossbell City Police Department. She chose the judiciary over the corrupt parliament to become a source of strength for her grandfather, who was constantly struggling against the power struggles between the Republic and the Empire. What strong words those were.

—In that case, let's destroy the heart of this pitiful girl right now.
As if driven by deadly poison, Hartmann uttered the decisive words.

"Lloyd? Bannings, to escape the painful reality of his brother's death, turned to illegal drugs. He'd even kill a Republic official for drugs. The one who prepared this script—is the high-ranking officer of the Crossbell City Police Department."

Hartmann heard the sound of shattering glass. The moment she heard those words, realizing all hope had vanished, Ellie's strength seemed to be completely drained. Her upper body suddenly slumped onto the bed, the sudden weight causing the springs to creak.

The girl who had bravely endured the humiliation had her very support broken. The police officers, who continued their battle against the distortion of Crossbell, were themselves part of that distortion. They had made a mistake from the very beginning. The effort she had put into becoming an investigator. Her grandfather's happy expression when she received her acceptance letter. The wonderful days spent with her colleagues in the Special Support Section. Like plants withering from the depletion of nutrients, those once-shining memories faded and weathered rapidly.

[The End]

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