Just after Kisara Tendo had been shaking her ass for a while—hips swaying, her curves bouncing as her chest and butt moved in ridiculous waves while she posed like a dog—
…she suddenly blinked hard, shook her head, and came back to her senses.
For a moment, she just stood there, stunned.
It was like a flash of enlightenment crashing down on her all at once.
Her body went completely rigid, frozen in place like a statue.
She remembered everything she'd just done.
That behavior had been completely beyond her control.
"What on earth was I doing?!"
A tidal wave of shame, anger, and humiliation slammed into her chest all at once.
Kisara Tendo almost collapsed on the spot as a strangled scream crawled up her throat.
Her face flushed bright red, like a ripe apple.
She clapped both hands over her burning cheeks, trembling from sheer embarrassment.
"Could it be… that this 'slave' status isn't about our own will at all, but some kind of enforced compulsion?"
Kayo Senju muttered to herself after thinking it through carefully.
If you don't even have the most basic autonomy… can you still call that being a "slave"?
If that compulsion disappears, then the concept of "slave" itself loses its meaning.
The Multiverse Dungeon's master ruled through pure dictatorship and tyranny, but that didn't mean he didn't understand how to balance kindness and severity, or how to distinguish between reward and punishment.
Only by doing that could he truly control everything in his hands.
[Of course, if you slaves do a good enough job, I won't be stingy about fulfilling your wishes. I'm very fond of the phrase "rewards based on merit."]
As that declaration echoed, he didn't give them any chance to argue.
The Dungeon Master simply used his power and resurrected them.
For those who were resurrected, the entire process felt like nothing more than a brief moment of dizziness.
When they opened their eyes again—
—they realized they were already standing in the City of Dead Bones.
Before anyone could speak, a blinding white light flared.
Immediately after, two figures appeared before them.
One of them—a white-haired girl in a white dress and white hat—was especially striking.
Not only was she beautiful, she looked like an angel who had descended from the heavens.
But there was also a deep confusion swirling in her eyes.
Kisara Tendo lifted her head and stared at the girl's face, frowning in thought for a long while.
"You… I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."
She racked her brain, forcing herself to remember, and then her eyes widened in shock as the answer clicked.
"You're… the Holy Emperor—Seitenshi?"
The girl nodded lightly.
"I am Seitenshi, the Holy Emperor. But… what exactly is this place? And why did I come here…?"
As she spoke, she glanced downward—
—and suddenly paused, surprised by the angle of what she was seeing.
"Um… excuse me, miss… do you need help?"
"..."
Only then did Kisara finally realize she was still kneeling on the ground.
And not just kneeling—she was still holding that shameless, submissive pose.
In an instant, her face went beet red again and she scrambled to her feet.
"A-hem! I was… exercising!"
She gripped the katana in her hand tightly and swung it around in a flustered, clumsy arc, desperately trying to cover up her embarrassment.
"You really are the Holy Emperor… Seitenshi…"
Kayo Senju finally returned fully to her senses, her eyes widening in surprise.
"…And you are?"
Seitenshi looked between the two of them, faint doubt flickering in her eyes.
"!!!"
Just as they were in the middle of confirming each other's identities—
Enju Aihara suddenly jolted upright as if shocked by electricity and sprinted straight toward the dungeon entrance with everything she had.
"Enju! What are you doing?!"
Kisara Tendo yelped in panic and rushed after her, quickly reaching out to grab her.
"I'm going to clear this dungeon! I want my wish to come true!"
Enju Aihara shouted, voice full of excitement.
A firm, unwavering light flickered in her eyes—
—as if a flame were burning there.
Vague, indescribable words kept echoing in the depths of her mind. Her crimson eyes, once dull and lifeless, now shone with a fierce impulse and determination.
No longer empty and numb—but blazing with fighting spirit.
"…She's…"
Seitenshi quietly watched Enju's abnormal behavior, a thought surfacing in her heart.
"This girl… she must be one of the Cursed Children."
"Honestly… Miss Tendo, please hold Enju down first. Don't let her rush off like this."
Kayo Senju sighed helplessly.
"Your Highness Seitenshi, let me explain the situation to you."
She stepped forward of her own accord, preparing to explain everything to Seitenshi.
It was obvious at a glance that Enju Aihara's mental state right now was extremely unstable.
"Tsk. She is an Initiator, after all… I can't hold her down for long!"
Kisara Tendo and Enju Aihara grappled with each other fiercely, like two beasts wrestling, their limbs tangled together as they rolled and struggled.
Kayo Senju had originally planned to start by mentioning their deaths, to use that as a way to warn Seitenshi first.
But when she tried to speak, her eyes widened in shock.
No sound came out at all.
It was as if some invisible hand were clamped tightly over her mouth.
After a moment of thought, she quickly realized:
This had to be one of the enforced restrictions that came with being a slave.
Faced with that reality, Kayo Senju had no choice.
She could only start from the very beginning and explain things step by step—carefully skirting around any sensitive topics like "death" and "slavery" as she spoke.
"Miss Kisara! Where are you?!"
A shout echoed from the outer city.
Rentaro Satomi had just arrived and was calling at the top of his lungs.
He was looking for Tendo Kisara.
"…Why was this guy summoned too?"
Yami Tsukishiro's expression twisted in displeasure, the words I'm extremely annoyed practically written across his face.
He had just launched a new round of foreign summons.
But the moment he clearly saw who had been summoned—when he realized it was Rentaro Satomi—his displeasure came out in full.
Yami Tsukishiro had already thought through how Rentaro's future should go.
Just accept your fate and go be a miner.
Even a guy like Afu could be kept as a slave to work down in the underground city.
But the man in front of him? He really couldn't stand him.
A coward who only abuses other people's kindness and never does anything truly meaningful… that kind of guy deserved to stay in the mines and suffer for the rest of his life.
Just looking at him made Yami feel physically uncomfortable—like tens of millions of ants were crawling all over his skin.
"Tsk."
With a click of his tongue, he turned away and left the dungeon without the slightest hesitation.
Back in reality, he lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
He couldn't shake the feeling that his heart needed some kind of cleansing, some baptism, before he could calm down.
In the end, he made up his mind—to dive straight into the darkness.
…
On the other side—
Yumiko was sleeping peacefully in the academy dormitory when she suddenly felt something moving against her body, followed by a sharp sting of pain.
She jolted awake.
Her eyes flashed with fierce, resentful killing intent.
Like a tiger awakened from its slumber, she was about to swing her fist back and summon Red—
—when a familiar voice reached her ears.
"Yumiko. It's me."
It was Yami Tsukishiro's voice.
The moment the words fell—
—the sharp pain vanished.
In its place spread a slow, creeping sense of comfort.
The red magic circle that had appeared in mid-air above her quietly faded away, as if it had never been there.
"Geez… can't you at least give me a warning at times like this…?"
Yumiko muttered in a half-coquettish, half-exasperated tone.
"Because I just saw something really disgusting," Yami Tsukishiro replied softly. "I need your 'power', Yumiko… to help purify my mind."
Yumiko pressed her lips together.
"…But Yui, she…"
"Don't worry. Yui's sleeping soundly."
Yami Tsukishiro's voice was gentle.
Hearing that, Yumiko finally let out a small breath of relief.
But the tension coiled in her chest didn't completely disappear—it just rippled outward, slowly.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, to calm her heart like a still lake.
Even so, Yui's calm, even breathing from the bed nearby kept drifting into her ears, refusing to be ignored.
The situation felt so strange that Yumiko was as tense as a bowstring, afraid that if anything went wrong, this fragile tranquility would shatter in an instant.
…Unfortunately, as time passed, Yumiko no longer had the luxury of worrying about anything else.
Her body's instinctive reactions surged up like an untamed wild horse, and she could barely keep herself under control at all as she let out suppressed moans of pleasure as yami dig deep into her tunnel.
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