A Horror Game Steeped in Immorality - Volume 2 - Part 5

I collapsed forward, gasping for air. I felt something sticky trickling down multiple paths beneath my thighs.

 

 

 

“What a waste.”

 

 

 

Daymond scooped up the s*men that had dripped out and pushed it all back inside me. My body, already worn out to its limit, reacted sensitively to even the slightest touch.

 

 

 

“Haaa…aaa.. Stop… please.”

 

 

 

“If our child is conceived, what should Lycan and Lionel call our b*by?”

 

 

 

“Stop… don’t touch me. Take your finger out…”

 

 

 

“Sibling? Cousin?”

 

 

 

Squelch, squelch. The sound of s*men and love juices mingling inside me was audible. Daymond was leisurely appreciating my lower regions with his fingers still inside.

 

 

 

“Stop, Father, please.”

 

 

 

“Let’s think about that after the b*by is born.”

 

 

 

His fiddling below felt ominously persistent. With a sinking feeling, I turned my head. Daymond’s p*nis was still e***t, menacingly reaching up to his belly.

 

 

 

“…”

 

 

 

No way…Again? With shaky arms, I tried to crawl forward. Then, I heard a chuckling sound from behind.

 

 

 

“Your coyness is cute, but”

 

 

 

Strong hands grabbed my ankles. Despite my effort to climb up, I slid back down.

 

 

 

“It’s time to prepare to become a mother, Leah.”

 

 

 

“Hugh, N-No. It’s too much. I-I will… die!”

 

 

 

His large hands spread my thighs apart and then I was penetrated again by that relentless, monstrous p*nis.

 

 

 

—

 

 

 

Wrecked. The term seemed tailor-made for my current situation as if coined by someone with me in mind. As dawn’s early light began to fill the room, I had hoped it was finally over. When birds chirped and climbed the tree outside the window, I prayed not to be cursed to this fate. Amidst my wavering, I pleaded with Daymond with both hands. Unperturbed by my tears, Daymond kissed my eyelids as he relentlessly drove himself into me.

 

 

 

Eventually, I lost consciousness during our intercourse. When I woke, the room was drenched in the glow of the evening sunset. My body, previously covered in s*men, felt clean and refreshed, and even the bed sheets were new. Had Daymond cleaned me? Knowing him, he wouldn’t let anyone else touch my body, filled with his marks. He found pl*asure in the act of cleaning and caring for me…

 

 

 

“…Ah, cough.”

 

 

 

After all the screaming and crying till the daylight, my throat was completely hoarse. My voice scraped my throat sharply as if it were sandpaper. Struggling, I brushed the hair off my shoulders and weakly placed my feet on the floor.

 

 

 

[Daily Mission Failed. Lionel is very depressed as the sister who came regularly didn’t visit.]

 

 

 

“…f*ck. Daily missions.”

 

 

 

[Accumulated 1 Daily Mission Failure. 3 total failures will result in the Game Out.]

 

 

 

I know, I get it. I waved my hand irritably, but the text only thickened, mocking me.

 

 

 

The words “game out” flashed through my mind sharply. I concentrated, trying to recall. Last night… going further back than the raw flesh and w*t sounds, to hiding in the closet… No, slightly after that… Yes, when Daymond told me to undress while he sat on the chair.

 

 

 

Suddenly, at that time, my consciousness was cut off like a TV being turned off, and the system appeared.

 

 

 

‘The difficulty will automatically adjust to hard mode.’

 

 

 

…Hard mode. How did this happen? In the seven resets, the difficulty had never changed. Initially, when I started playing ‘The Ugly Secrets of the Albert Family,’ I had chosen normal mode.

 

 

 

“System.”

 

 

 

I let out a voice as dry and cracked as parched earth.

 

 

 

[Yes, Miss.]

 

 

 

“Is it true that the difficulty has been automatically adjusted to hard mode?”

 

 

 

[The mode you are playing in is indeed hard mode.]

 

 

 

“Why does it…! Cough, cough…!”

 

 

 

My voice broke pitifully, and I kept coughing. Damn it. If it’s a game character anyway, why not implant an auto-healing buff instead of making it just like reality? I gulped down the water on the nightstand and then harshly set the empty cup down.

 

 

 

“Why did the difficulty automatically adjust all of a sudden?”

 

 

 

[The world is looking forward to welcoming a new player.]

 

 

 

“….”

 

 

 

I blinked at the unexpected response. So… they adjusted the difficulty to hard mode to drive me out? Or… to kill me and bring in a new player. I felt a surge of indignation well up inside me.

 

 

 

“Then! Cough… Instead of increasing the difficulty, why not lower it… Cough, cough. So I can clear the game!”

 

 

 

[Game Out in hard mode means death. Please be careful not to fail the daily and sudden missions.]

 

 

 

The system vanished after having its say. I sat there dumbfounded, staring into space. Even though my eyes were open, I couldn’t see anything. “Ah….” A sigh escaped me, carrying away all the effort and hope I had built up in the game as if it were evaporating into nothingness.

 

 

 

Suddenly, the door opened without a knock. Thud, thud. With every heavy step that approached, I could feel the anger. A shadow fell over my face. I slowly lifted my head.