Rita seemed to be dreaming.
In a dream.
She is no longer the S of destiny.
But a girl born in Greece.
Growing up in an environment where there is no lack of love and living a carefree life.
Until one day.
A child appeared in front of her.
"Sister, you will spend your life with the first person you meet next."
The young god spoke politely.
As a matter of course.
I looked at the side of the road and saw a blonde knight riding a black warhorse, galloping.
"Please draw your bow."
I asked the God of Love like this.
So the young child drew his bow.
But the next moment.
The knight suddenly accelerated, and the arrow hit another knight behind her.
The absurd situation made the girl look confused.
The little Cupid next to her has a playful look on his face that fits the public's stereotype of Greek coinage.
"Sorry, I think I missed."
"But, that man is pretty good, so let's just make do with him."
He flashed his little wings and fled away like a god.
Wrong bond.
It still works.
With everyone's blessings, the girl entered the bridal chamber...
The groom is a knight who was accidentally shot by an arrow.
My lower abdomen felt extremely hot, as if there was a flame burning.
The body seemed to be under tremendous force, almost unable to stretch the arms and legs, and every bit of bone and blood was constantly sending out "thirst" signals.
But the soul is surrounded by a feeling that seems to burn the nerves to death, making people scream non-stop...
Lust seemed to have enveloped everything, and my thoughts had lost all direction in the dream...
Lost all direction...
direction...
"Huh, this guy finally recovered."
A man's voice suddenly came to my ear.
"But it looks like it's a little short of water?"
The lower jaw seemed to be grabbed by something and forced open, and a rough foreign object was stuffed into the mouth.
Then, there is a sweet, intoxicating taste.
Without hesitation, she bit the foreign object in her mouth and sucked it like a baby sucking breast milk.
With the intake of blood, memory and consciousness returned completely.
The maid named Rita opened her eyes.
"Are you finally awake?"
As consciousness returned, the face of the knight with dragon-like pupils came into view.
Why did things become so stiff right after getting married?
Rita felt a moment of grievance in her mind.
next moment.
The majestic girl knight appeared in her sight.
That's his captain.
I am not some Greek girl who was shot in the head by Cupid.
It is S-level of destiny.
Her brain completely returned to normal, and the condition of her body was also fed back to her nerves.
It felt like someone was licking my skin bit by bit, like a new doll being played with, the feeling suddenly burst out.
All kinds of feelings that should only occur between extraordinary relationships, accompanied by thoughts and inquiries, continue to echo directly in my heart.
The stimulation was so strong.
It made her kneel directly on the ground, her knees shaking constantly, and a stream of warm water flowed down her already wet lace panties and the hem of her skirt, leaving new traces on the ground.
See this.
The blond knight's expression suddenly froze.
She looked at the man beside her and asked.
"Do you need me to hold her down?"
what happened?
Why would Yulandel hold herself down?
The feeling of being forced and the captain's stern look almost made Rita's heart stop beating.
I feel like I've been pounced on?
Or was he held down by Lady Yulandel?
Absurd and terrifying thoughts emerged in her mind.
But the next moment.
A calm voice came from her mind.
[Not to mention that Youlandel would never do such a disgusting thing]
[Take a good look at Russell. The offender's clothes are not so neat.]
From the stigmata of the Apokalis family came the voice that a calm person should make.
That voice instantly cooled down Rita's brain which was about to explode.
Rita looked at Russell with difficulty.
The man in view is wearing a coat that is clearly Victorian in style, while the lining, trousers and boots are Syracuse-style.
These two styles correspond to England and Italy in my own world.
They all pursue style, even at the expense of a certain degree of comfort and wearing clothes that may affect their activities.
There is no doubt that dressing so complicated is not suitable for being a pornographic dominatrix.
Then.
I am...
【Memory Battlefield】
The answer immediately popped up in her mind.
[——By extracting the memories of the warriors, a battlefield is created in their minds, allowing those who come after them to improve their combat skills]
【For those who take aphrodisiacs】
[Memories and stimulation with a pornographic flavor may be a good detoxification solution]
[Contact the protagonist of your erotic dream, it is not difficult to infer what happened in the past - you drank the aphrodisiac and were knocked down by Yulandel, and Yulandel asked Russell for help]
[Russell transformed some of his experiences into antidotes]
[In a sense, this should be the safest way to deal with it]
[It did not invade your body, and it rescued you in the first place. Apart from leaving you with some very bad memories, it has almost no flaws.]
[However, this is not a big problem]
[The Void is in his hands. He can completely delete your memory of today by using the key of mimicking consciousness.]
[Instead of thinking about whether you were violated, you should organize your words and explain why you drank the aphrodisiac.]
Rita: “…”
She raised her head and looked at the male protagonist in her dream.
The man was looking at him with interest.
Synchronous with it.
The girl named Yulandel was also looking at him with a frown.
"..."
Her heart was beating violently.
Yes.
How should I explain myself?
Will you drink the potion yourself?
A feeling of panic and frustration filled her heart.
"Rita, are you okay?"
"I will take your place and take revenge on Leitania."
The blonde girl, who seemed unaware of the situation, walked up to him, hugged him and comforted him.
She seemed to have misunderstood something.
Decided to become an enemy of Leitania.
Rita: “…”
She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.
However, there seemed to be some indescribable gloom, like a quagmire, spreading in my heart.
Own...
Can I still appear as Yulandel's teammate?
She suddenly felt that Yulandel's embrace was like molten lava and unbearable.
She developed a desire to escape.
Yes.
He was no longer qualified to be Yulandel's teammate.
He suddenly came up with an unfair way to obtain it from his captain, and it almost reached the last step.
"Lady Yulandel...I want to leave..."
She opened her mouth, and there was a look of determination in her eyes.
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by another person.
"I have something to talk to Rita about."
"Bianca, please get out first."
The man who appeared as his attending physician suddenly spoke.
