[??·Sub Mission 3 ??·]

Mission Clear!

? Condition: Experience org*sm while being probed in your b*ttocks

? Reward : Karzan’s favorability +3, Hidden Item +1

?Congratulations! Through your extraordinary adaptability, you’ve acquired a hidden item.

I calmed down with the breath taken after a fruitful cl*max. And then, looking at the mission-clear window in front of me, I let out a sigh of relief as if I was fainting.

The overall progress had already reached 3%. Do I have to do this 97 more times?

I was confused as to how this could be an escape from a labyrinth game. However, there was no one to explain.

‘But….what’s a hidden item?’

Even in my exhausted state, I couldn’t contain my curiosity and looked around to investigate its identity.

But I couldn’t find anything. It had mentioned giving me a potion that could cause fainting, but there wasn’t a single speck of dust in my pocket.

The system wouldn’t cheat me into thinking there is an item, would it? While holding onto the slim hope of escaping, I felt a stimulation in my anus. 

The feeling of a sluggish hand massaging. Could it be, is he trying to insert something again?

“…Ah, Archduke, not anymore…..”

“Ah, I don’t mean to continue. I’m applying an ointment because I’m worried about damaging your delicate hole.”

He should have been gentle if he knew it was a tender hole. He scooped out a semi-transparent solid from an unknown medicine bottle and gently rubbed it into the hole. Suddenly, I remembered the infamous mass murderers who even recruited medical personnel when torturing their prisoners. No, no. Positive thoughts. Positive thoughts.

The ointment melted into the warm temperature and seeped into the burning areas. Was it due to the rise in favorability from the mission?

His extremely kind demeanor caused more anxiety than relief. After Karzan finished applying the medicine, he helped me up and sat me comfortably on the floor. He wiped away the tears that had flowed when I was lost in pl*asure and asked,

“So, you were crying. Did it hurt you that much?”

His voice was gentle when he asked, making it hard for me not to be moved. I nodded with a sorrowful expression. At that, he arched an eyebrow.

“It seems I come off much kinder than I thought. To think you assumed an interrogation would just end like that.”

He mentioned that everyone who had been through this interrogation room had shed much more than just tears. They hadn’t left without losing some part of their body, not just fl*ids. Except for one very special child, that is.

Karzan walked over to a shelf and took out a bottle of brandy. He skillfully uncorked it, tilted it, and downed a good amount of the strong l*quid, all while deeply looking into me “the special child’s” eyes.

“Sweet Hena. Honestly, I didn’t sense anything suspicious from your actions. However given the situation, an investigation was unavoidable… It was merely a small formality, so I hope you understand.”

What? I questioned my hearing for a moment.

He seemed to say that the entire interrogation up to now was just for show. It seemed as though he never intended to kill me from the start.

Wait, was he not intending to torture me brutally?

A mere 7% increase in favorability isn’t enough for this. The suspect at the assassination site can’t just be intimidated and let go. Did he already have a certain level of favorability toward me? Suddenly, I was curious about what Karzan’s initial favorability towards me had been. After all, each target character might have some innate favorability.

He placed the glass bottle on the table and slowly approached me. Then, in a shocking move, he lifted my drooping face with both his hands. His face, smiling tenderly as if admiring something cute, was now right before my nose.

“Still, I do need to know why you were at the Emperor’s assassination site.”

From his soft voice, the bitter scent of the fruit liquor reached me. I quickly formulated a response, deciding to reinforce his belief in me.

“…I went in to find cleaning tools. When I entered, His Majesty had already passed, and he was in that dreadful state from the start. I didn’t see the real culprit either.”

I gazed at him with utmost sincerity.

“Your Excellency, you said I failed the test, and helped me. That you held me dear… If that’s the case, then I’ll be a loyal servant only for Lord Karzan.”

I had to make him completely on my side. Undeniably and wholly on my side, to help with my escape. Even if I had to act the part of a loyal servant now, I can make him mine later on.

“I swear my loyalty, so please don’t break me. I hate pain, and I’m scared. Please take your time to decide if I’m truly a bad child.”

In the tense moment, my voice quivered slightly.

“I know I was being very harsh… but you must have been really scared. There’s no way I’d truly harm you.”

His cracked lips formed a faint smile. Seeing him trying to soothe me made me finally relax. It felt like after wandering thirsty in the desert for a week, I had found an oasis. The anxiety that had been welling up melted like snow, soon becoming tears that wetted my eyes.

“Oh, dear… My Hena. It seems I’ve pushed you too hard. Seeing you cry makes me feel like the villain.”

Despite being a bad person, no a bast*rd, he pulled me into his embrace. It was the first time I was held by a man. The unexpected comfort I felt from his solid embrace soon wrapped around my whole upper body.

The anger still simmered. This bast*rd, putting me through an interrogation and pushing me to the limit? If he had no intention of killing or torturing me, then why all this? My eyes poured out tears from the injustice. He then started to pat my back.

“It’s because your reactions are so adorable. The audacity of you trying to escape prison with those bunny-like eyes, assuming this was just an interrogation, and even crying like a b*tch with everything being done to you…”

“It’s all because your reactions are so adorable,” he said. “The audacity of trying to escape prison with those bunny-like eyes, thinking this mere act is an interrogation, and crying like a spoiled brat every time something happens…”

As he spat out the word “b*tch”, memories of our previous time made my face turn red. Seemingly amused by my reaction, he smirked.