“Ahh… hng!”

“Hena. If you don’t tell the truth, you’ll be severely punished.”

A low voice, as if echoing from beneath the ground, brushed against her ears.

“I believed that our dear Hena was quite a decent person.”

His voice was infinitely gentle, but the woman’s trembling intensified, sweat forming on her chin. Even as she gazed at him with pitiable eyes, seeking mercy, the man’s expression remained cold.

“If you disappoint me like that… I don’t have a choice but to make you cry out in pain.”

Fingers clad in leather gloves brushed the hair behind Hena’s ear. His penetrating gaze swept over her, from the color of her irises to her nose, lips, neck, collarbone, and down to the slightly trembling fair mounds of her chest.

Hena Ohara…

My sweet little maid turned out to be a beast hiding her claws.

Who would’ve thought these lovely fingers were of a devil thirsting for my blood?

He firmly grasped the exposed thighs peeking out from under her skirt with his large hand.

“… It wasn’t me. I didn’t kill… Ahh!”

His grip tightened on her thigh, squeezing it close to her private area, sending shivers throughout her entire body.

Though she wished to jump from the sharp pain, being tied to the chair, she could only wriggle slightly.

“Considering you’re just a lowly servant of the palace… why would you assassinate the emperor? Who’s behind this?”

“No, I swear… Ugh!”

“It seems you have no intention of talking. Let’s inspect your body then.”

The man, dressed in a black uniform, suddenly knelt in front of the woman and peered intently under her skirt.

Unluckily for her, she was not wearing any underwear that day. Mortified as her exposed privates were in full view of the man, Hena choked back a sob.

Soon, the warm touch of leather spread her l*bia apart. Although her ankles were tied to the chair legs, keeping her v*gina wide open, he still seemed to desire a closer look, prying her p*ssy further open with his fingers.

“Ah! Why… there…?”

“You’re w*t. That’s good. This will make the search easier.”

He smirked subtly, suggesting that she, the spy might have hidden something inside her body. As he parted her l*bia, the exposed cl*toris trembled in the cold air.

Her g*nitals unfolded, revealing the moist flesh to the man. Overwhelmed by a strange sensation, she found herself involuntarily clenching her hole. Noticing this, he gave a gentle smirk, intensifying her embarrassment.

What agitated her even more was his following words.

“It’s okay to cry out loud. From now on, I’ll need to open both of your holes slightly. So, let’s start from this one.”

The man said with a composed smile.

Soon, a clear cry filled the warm wooden room.

? ? ?

“Wow. Even I think this is an outstanding idea.”

A Labyrinth escape game.

The beginning was simple.

As a fledgling game developer, I was languishing my youthful days in defeat when I stumbled upon a refreshing idea.

“Exactly. Not just a common room escape, but escaping from a palace made into a Labyrinth. An Imperial Palace… It’s unique and interesting, right?”

The problem is that I can’t think of anything else.

It’s okay though. Half of a game is built on its atmosphere and characters. If I could make a game filled with a decadent setting and badass characters that a geek like me would lose their mind over, I believed I had a shot.

“Escape games are all about the thrill of the chase. I need to implant a terrifying villain character.”

Lying sprawled out on the bed, I quickly sat up and took a seat in front of my laptop, which was surrounded by snack wrappers. Then, I opened up a PowerPoint window.

Let’s see…

Wasn’t there a saying that educated people love psychopaths?

First up, the villain character.

“A man who doesn’t bat an eye… when taking someone’s life… A cold, black-haired duke… 

He personally tortures war prisoners… with a sadistic hobby. Within the game world, he’s freakishly powerful. Super strong. Psychopath level MAX.”

As the keyboard recorded the intense character settings, the corners of my mouth rose in satisfaction.

Next, the second character.

“Blonde crown prince… two-faced personality. On the outside, he possesses an elegant beauty and is the heir to the throne… 

But inside, he’s complete trash… He enjoys inserting foreign objects into his servants, torturing them in perverse ways. His psychopath level? Also MAX.”

Click-!

“Hahaha. I’ll adjust the game rating later, for now, I’m just letting it all out.”

After creating a few psychopaths in a row, I felt immensely satisfied. It would be so fun. Just imagining the players getting captured and obstructed by these characters made me laugh with both pity and excitement.

The game’s difficulty was set at maximum. Violence, brutality, and explicitness were all pegged at the highest level permissible in the store. If you ask why, it’s because it’s fun! My terrible taste, accustomed to spicy and intense content, was to blame.

What I didn’t know then was that these casually created settings would throw my life into a spectacular inferno.

I didn’t realize it at the time, that those carelessly written settings would throw my life into a dazzling inferno.

A few weeks later.

“How’s it going? That cat-raising game you said you were making.” 

My mother, who was watching TV in the living room, asked, turning down the volume. Recognizing the precursor to a tiresome conversation, I stepped faster on the stairs. I didn’t have much left to reach today’s quota.

“Uh… that. It’s just… so-so.”