This Book is Not Available for Subscription Under the Age of 18 - Chapter 178

Shouldn’t you go to prison at least once before you die? (26)

Before I knew it, the muscle man that came close to me put his nose on my neck and started sniffing. It’s got all sorts of filth on it, so it must smell just right for you. With one hand, I gently pushed the muscled shoulder.

“Do you like woman on top?”

“Ohhh—you’re smart. Yes, resisting will only make your body tired.”

“I’m a bit rough.”

“That’s welcome.”

I ran my finger across the muscle man’s cheek. When I get out of here, I’ll have to sterilize my finger with hot water, even if it burns me.

Like the brain was made of muscles too, the muscle man smiled stupidly and moved in the direction I wanted. The other muscle man next to him even whistles saying that it’s good.

I laid the muscle man down and got on top of his stomach. The muscle man lying his bald head on the cold floor with no hair to protect him, was looking up at me with a very satisfied expression. I looked down at him and smiled as mischievously as I could.

“Look forward to it.”

Whack!

“Argh!”

I hit the eye as hard as I could with the high heel. His body trembled and he covered one eye with both hands.

“You crazy bitch!”

“Is your style like this? The style that curses when you’re excited?”

I spoke and moaned just in case the other muscle man noticed. The other muscle man is so busy filling his sexual desires that he doesn’t care what happens here.

“One more time then.”

I hit the philtrum mercilessly and pushed the heel down to his throat through the gaping mouth and pressed it with all my might.

“Ugh-ugh!!”

“Haaht, you’re very excited. Right? I’ll give you some more.”

As a final blow, I rose from the man’s body and trampled on his third leg that had been teased. It felt like something exploded, but far from being surprised, it felt pleasant.

The man’s eyes widened and he began to roll on the floor in pain. This one worked out somehow, so now it’s the other guy’s turn.

Every time I raised my arm, my bones ached, but my body followed suit so wonderfully that it was hard to believe that this was a tortured person’s behavior. It felt as if unknown endorphins were swirling in my body.

As I slammed down on his head, he grabbed the back of his head and looked back at me with a stern face. Oh, hello? Chenin then swung the guy’s head (temple, to be exact) sideways and took a shot.

Whack!

Bam-bam-bam-bam!

Like a moon rabbit pounding on mochi, we hit the man’s head mercilessly, and stopped only when the man was unconscious to some extent. But Chenin doesn’t stop. Hey, your eyes seemed to have been opened to something strange?

“Let’s go!”

I grabbed a bundle of keys from the waist of the man who was crouching on his knees on the floor and ran away. My flaw is that my speed was only at walking a little faster despite the sound of shouting, perhaps it was impossible to run.

“I don’t think you can catch up yet!”

“Don’t help me, go ahead and open the lock.”

I let Chenin go first, and I walked out hard, leaning against the wall. Since there is only one road, finding the door should be easy.

Fortunately, Chenin was not lost and was unlocking the rusted iron door when I was almost there. She grabbed the door and opened it, then I heard a shout come from behind.

I patted Chenin’s stiff back and opened the door with all my might. Then the bright light I had seen before fell upon my eyes.

After frowning for a while, I was able to gradually adapt to the light. And I, like Chenin, was frozen, unable to move.

“Uurghh—!”

Chenin lowered her neck, pouring out everything from her body. What I could see in front of me were glass tubes in which the scarred corpses of women were stuffed.

There were sad and cruel figures with cut chest, ripped lip, and something like a red umbilical cord hanging between the legs. And two cleanly polished empty glass tubes stand out.

“Those must have been something we might get into.”

“…I get it.”

“What?”

Chenin, who had regurgitated herself, wiped her lips and barely raised her head. Tears are welling up in her eyes.

“Where is this?”

Chenin couldn’t bear to look ahead and walked away with her head down.

“Once we get out of this basement, I know the door that leads out. I’ve never been down here before, so I didn’t know that bastard was doing this. I knew he was a guy who raped and killed women like having a meal.”

“Theron Abitz.”

“That’s right.”

It wasn’t in the imperial castle, but in the mansion of Theron Abitz. Yes, they must have needed a place other than the basement of the imperial palace to treat us to their heart’s content, away from the Emperor’s sight.

“There are stairs here.”

Fumbling her hand on the doorknob, Chenin found a long circular stairway leading upward.

“He can just make it in a straight line, why did he twist it round and round like this?”

After a brief grumble, I lifted my sore feet and climbed the steps one by one.

The sound of the muscle men comes closer. If I went in this state, I was sure to get caught. Besides, it was impossible to be sure what could be behind this door, so the higher I climbed, the more anxious I became.

“Erina, they’re right behind you!”

“Uugh, go ahead!”

The muscle men also started climbing the stairs. Chenin, who had almost reached the end, came back down and took my hand and led me.

“A little bit more.”

I think my legs will break. I tried to climb it quickly by gritting my teeth, but my body felt heavy, like a broken toy that couldn’t move. And the bald heads of the muscle men began to be visible down the steps.

“Erina!”

“I know!”

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