Shun POV:

My daily routine consisted of being mercilessly beaten for hours in the morning, being healed by someone and then being raped by Chloe.

‘...Damn it...’

Just saying that word made me feel like human waste, but it was the truth. I had lived in this world for one week now and every day I contemplated about whether I should kill myself.

The windows that I thought I could break out of appeared to be reinforced with this world’s power. I knew this because I broke my shoulder trying to get out of this damn place.

As for utensils... There was nothing I could use. There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, but it couldn’t support my body weight. There was no cutlery either, since whenever I was knocked out cold, it seemed like Chloe also made sure I was fed and cleaned during that time.

‘...Haha... How pitiful.’

I chuckled to myself as I stared at the four walls. This place was no different from a dog’s kennel. She fed me here, beat me here, and cleaned me here. I was no different to a dog in every facet of the word.

And then...

There’s you.

I shifted my gaze to the ceiling as I cursed the system. The moment I realised it wasn’t on my side, I threw it away. To me, it no longer existed. It was no different than a figment of my imagination. And to put the icing on the cake, the system had made no efforts to help me out of this situation as expected.

‘Ugh... Mum... Dad... Amelia...’

I dropped to my knees while my shoulders heaved up and down. I sobbed to myself as I hit the floor with my bandaged hands. I couldn’t stop the tears flowing out of my eyes because today...

Today was my birthday.

*Click*

My head swivelled to the door. Chloe stepped inside the room and the two guards entered after her. My fists shook as I glared at her with an unquenchable desire to rip her head off right where she stood.

She bent forward. Her eyes bulged with pleasure. Her lips formed her signature sadistic smile the moment we locked eyes. We stayed like this for a few seconds before she regained her composure.

“Beat him.”

The two guards dashed forward, and their fists came at me from different angles. I had been beaten by these guys for 7 straight days. If I still failed to grasp some of their movements after all that, then I truly would be hopeless.

I bent down and jumped ahead, twisting my body in the air as they flew past me. I charged towards Chloe, who looked at me with elated eyes, beckoning me to reach her as fast as possible, but I couldn’t. A large hand grabbed hold of my hair and threw me back against the wall.

The air shot out of my lungs as I gasped for breath. My gaze rested solely on Chloe, who hugged her trembling arms while blushing a dark shade of red. She mimicked the motion of giving me a kiss, causing the veins on the side of my head to pop.

“This little punk really does surprise me sometimes.”

“You’re right, Samy. We better remind him quickly that there are walls that simply can’t be overcome.”

“Aye, well said, Ralphy.”

Ralphy picked me up by the hair before tidying up his short moustache. He casually tossed me towards Samy, who grabbed my face and smashed my head into the floor below.

Today’s morning session had begun.

***

I shuffled towards the corner of the room once I was unfortunate enough to be brought back to the land of the living. As usual, the room was immaculate, with no signs of what had truly happened in here.

I stared at the door, waiting for the next inevitable step in this cursed routine. Sure enough, the familiar sound of a clicking sound soon pricked my ears.

Chloe closed the door behind her and stood in front of it. She wore a different nightdress every time. Today, it was a light burgundy one with sleeves that reached down to her wrists. Parts of the material around her shoulders and breasts were more transparent compared to the rest but still not revealing. A v-shaped neckline exposed smooth clavicles, keeping her breasts a secret for her lover.

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“Do you like it?”

‘...’

It was the same routine without fail, but I knew better than to jump to the conclusion of comparing real life to a stupid game.

If I ignored her, she’d pull out a long piece of rope. If I said nothing, she’d pull out a long piece of rope. If I answered her question...

Hm?

I had never tried to do that before and that’s because I didn’t give a flying rat’s ass whether or not she looked good in that dress.

“...C-Chloe...”

At this point I had nothing else to lose, so I might as well grasp at whatever straws I could that didn’t involve giving this sicko any compliments.

“Yes?”

She cocked her head to the side and gave me a bright smile.

“Today... Is my birthday...”

Her smile faded, followed by her eyes widening in a perplexed manner. It seemed... It seemed like she was caught off guard.

“...Wait here.”

Her eyebrows furrowed before she dashed out of the room. I stared at the open door in a daze, not daring to step foot out of this room due to the conditioning I had been put through.

Minutes passed, but Chloe didn’t return. I contemplated on what I should do next as I felt small embers of hope begin to ignite within myself.

“I’m sorry.”

She dashed back into the room with a relatively large white cake on a tray. She placed the tray on the desk and started singing happy birthday to me.

‘What the?’

Her voice was heavenly. She hit the notes with flawless accuracy while maintaining constant control over the rhythm despite the lack of any musical instruments to add to the melody. The red nightdress she wore enhanced her allure as she lifted me up to my feet and brought me towards the desk.

Once Chloe had finished singing, she beckoned for me to blow out the candle sticking out of the cake.

“Now make a wish.”

Her bright smile matched the stars of the sky she pointed to that were easy to see from here. Overwhelmed by the sudden shift to the status quo, I closed my eyes and wished that I could go back home.

“What did you wish for?”

I opened my eyes again, only to see her staring at me inches away from my face. Should I lie? Should I tell her the truth? What was the correct thing to say in this situation? I didn’t know, so I just said the truth.

“...I wished... That I could go home...”

Her eyebrows quivered. She backed away from me, but I didn’t know if that flicker of pain that I caught sight of was genuine or not. I watched her slide the loose strands of her almost greyish hair back behind her ear before she cut the cake into small slices. She placed it on a spare plate and gave it to me.

“Try it.”

‘...It’s not poisonous, right?...’

I hesitated, but she pushed the plate into my trembling hands. Upon closer inspection, there weren’t any extravagant embellishments on the cake. It was just a standard, plain cake with a white coating.

I took a bite out of it, and a burst of flavour exploded into my mouth. I turned to Chloe; her cheeks expanded like a squirrel’s as she stuffed another morsel of the cake inside of her mouth.

‘Uh...’

Her face went bright red. She spun back around and swallowed everything she was chewing on. She wiped her mouth with a serviette in an elegant manner before turning her body to face me.

“It’s... Really tasty...”

I scratched the back of my head as I took another bite out of the cake. Chloe’s soft lips formed a delicate smile that watched me in silence. Once I had finished, she took the plate out of my hand and placed it on the desk.

She sat back down on the bed beside me. We stayed like that for around 1 hour. During that time, she would rest her hand against mine, making me flinch every time I felt her soft touch. She would stroke it, then move her hand away, only to repeat the process a few minutes later. Eventually, Chloe opened her mouth to speak again.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

She looked at me with alluring eyes, but I wasn’t moved by them. I didn’t want to do anything like that with her again.

“...No...”

“I see. Have a good night then.”

She got up from the bed, took the plates and trays away, and finally closed the door behind her. I returned to the corner of the room opposite the bed to take a seat.

‘...What is going on? Is it only because it’s my birthday?...’

I held my head in my hands as I tried to make sense of the Chloe I had just spent the night with. I suddenly felt the urge to check the system, but I refrained from doing so—there was no point anyway.

‘Whatever...’

I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

***

A wet sensation around my mouth forced my eyes open. I was greeted with the unwelcoming sight of Chloe sitting on top of my lap in the corner, hunched over in order to kiss me.

I stared at her in utter confusion while a dark shade of red rippled across the bridge of her nose. She leaned in, stuck her tongue out and licked my cheek; leaving a trail of saliva behind.

It was disgusting.

“...Why?... I said, No...”

She held my cheeks in her hands, forcing me to look at the corners of her mouth rising.

“You did, but this is my present for you.”

“...”

I didn’t know how to respond. I just sat there, glaring at her as my fists shook. If only she wasn’t so strong, then maybe escaping her grasp would actually be feasible.

“...I don’t want your present.”

I mumbled to myself as I felt her body tremble. She started panting while her soft fingers lifted my chin up, forcing me to stare into her eyes that seemed to drive her to a new realm of pleasure.

“I love you.”

Her trembling fingers ran down my neck and rested against my beating heart. Hearing her confess her love for me just served as a reminder of how hopeless my current situation was.

“...Go away...”

Chloe’s presence alone made me weak. Whenever I wanted to voice my opinions to her, I could barely manage to push the words out of my mouth. I had no choice but to look away from her, but she ignored my plea to be left alone and pulled me into another deep kiss.

“How old are you now?”

She took a short break from forcing me to kiss her. Chloe continued the gentle act by stroking my cheek, probing me for a direct answer.

“...18...”

“You’re only 2 years younger than me.”

‘No one cares.’

I didn’t have the confidence to say that, so I bit my lip and nodded my head instead. She ran her hand through my black hair before kissing my cheek again.

“We won’t stop until it’s morning.”

“What...?”

She threw me onto the bed and tied my hands together above my head.

“Stop! I can’t... That’s... Please just give me a break...”

I begged her. I pleaded with her to have some compassion, but her eyes glowed. They left a slight trail of pinkish light behind them while she leaned forward; her lips brushing past my cheek and resting against my ear.

“Birthdays are important, so I’ll make sure you never forget this one.”

Her hot breath singed my neck before an icy shiver ran down my spine. She ripped the clothes off against my will and peered down at me with a flushed face.

“Shall we start?”