bdsm-fiction Chapter 106: Who do you want to kill?
Chapter 106: Who do you want to kill?
Chapter 107: Who do you want to kill?
At night, the light of the bright moon and stars shines on the silent, swirling sea.
Suddenly, a beam of golden light, brighter than the stars and moon, shone from one of the ocean whirlpools.
Immediately afterwards, a huge golden sphere, radiating a brilliant golden light, shot up from the vortex, soaring straight above the clouds and then flying into the distance.
On the artificial island beside the ocean whirlpool, the person in charge of the artificial island and a group of stationed soldiers stood in neat rows on the deck of the artificial island, watching this scene from beginning to end.
Only after the luminous sphere, resembling a small sun, gradually disappeared on the horizon did the person in charge breathe a sigh of relief, then asked the adjutant beside him, "Is the evacuation preparation complete?"
"Sir! All preparations are complete! Explosives have been placed at the designated locations! Everyone is ready to board!"
The adjutant reported loudly.
"Excellent! All personnel! Begin evacuation! Engineering team and security team, last to ensure a successful demolition! We must leave no trace of ourselves!"
"Kill—kill—no, no! We can't kill them, we can't—otherwise he'll be angry—"
ah!"
Osa suddenly woke up from her dream and sat up immediately.
Cold sweat soaked her forehead and back, her long pink hair clung to her cheeks, she gasped for breath, and terror lingered in her eyes.
"Hmm—murderous hag, you're awake—"
Shaki, who was sleeping next to Osa, was awakened by Osa's movements. She glanced sleepily at the still-shaken Osa, then reached out and pulled Osa's blanket over herself, just as she was about to fall asleep again.
Shaki's words and actions gradually brought Ou Sha back to her senses.
She looked around.
This is a spacious bedroom with walls made of rough-hewn logs and wrought iron candlesticks hanging from the ceiling. The furniture in the room is huge and heavy, typical of the Viking style.
Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting diamond-shaped patches of light on the floor.
This is—didn't they just pass through the underwater tunnel and were about to enter that ruin?
Ou Sha looked confused, touched her chest, and was shocked to find that her clothes had been changed!
It was a silk nightgown she had never seen before, a pink color close to her hair color, and a well-fitting cut, clearly made for her.
"W-W-W-Wait! Shaki! Wake up! Where is this place?! How did we get here?! Where are my clothes?!"
Osa kept patting Shaki, and when she realized her clothes had been changed, she became very anxious.
Shaki yawned deeply, stretched her hand out from under the covers and waved it to signal Osa to stop patting her: "It was Oro who brought us back. We got our things, and he even changed our clothes. Don't bother me—I'm exhausted—"
Xia Qi's half-asleep words froze Ou Sha in place. She uttered incredulously, "What...what did you say—"
After a deafening silence, a loud dolphin-like sound suddenly erupted in the room.
"Murderous hag! What are you trying to do?!"
Osa's scream shattered all of Shakky's sleepiness. Shakky lifted her hand and covered Osa with the two blankets she was wearing, finally bringing quiet to the room.
Osa trembled as she pulled the blanket off her head: "You...you just said—"
Shakky, who had also sat up and stretched, raised an eyebrow and said in a playful tone, "Yeah, Oro changed your clothes, what's wrong? Me too."
Every word that came out of Shakky's mouth was like a sharp arrow, striking Osa right between the eyebrows.
The final three words, "Me too," were like a barrage of arrows, instantly knocking Osa back onto the bed.
"That bastard! Pervert! Scoundrel!"
Osa pulled the blanket over herself and wrapped herself up tightly.
Just then, the door to the room was pushed open with a bang, and Thomas, who had heard Osha scream, rushed in: "Osha! Shakky! What happened?!"
"Toma~~"
Osha poked her head out from under the covers, looking pitifully at the fully dressed Thomas: "Did you also fall victim to that bastard's evil deeds?"
Before Thomas could react to Osamu's abrupt words, Shakky scoffed, "You underestimate your sister. Who knows who struck first with that poisonous hand?"
Seeing that Shakky was about to expose her, Thomas quickly asked Osa, "Which bastard?"
"Who else could it be! He changed my clothes without my permission!"
Osa, caught up in a mix of emotions, was completely oblivious to Shakky's sarcastic remarks.
"Huh?" Thomas asked, somewhat puzzled. "Didn't I change your clothes?"
Osa froze, while Shakky couldn't help but laugh, "Oh my gosh~ I really want to get a mirror so you can see the expression on your face, my dear sister~ Are you that disappointed~?"
"Shakky!!! I'll fight you to the death!"
"Hey! What are you doing! Let go! Ah—"
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The two women were wrestling on the bed, the pillow was torn, feathers were flying everywhere, the blanket was kicked to the floor, and the sheets were crumpled.
Osa straddled Shakky, her hands gripping Shakky's neck, not with much force, but with a commanding presence.
But Xia Qi didn't forget to mock her while struggling: "Are you angry because you're embarrassed? I've seen through you!"
"You're just disappointment! Disappointment isn't some new outfit Oro gave you!"
"Shut up!"
Thomas stood by the bed watching the farce unfold, sighing helplessly. She climbed onto the bed, trying to separate the two: "Alright, alright, stop fighting—Osha, get off first, and Shakky, you should say less—"
When they finally managed to separate the two, Ou Sha and Sha Qi were both panting, their hair was disheveled, and their pajamas had slipped down halfway.
Osha glared at Shakky, straightened her clothes, and then looked at Tom: "How long was I unconscious?"
"Three days."
Xia Qi interjected, straightening her pajamas and sitting cross-legged on the bed, resting her chin on her hand: "You were unconscious for three whole days. Tomma and I woke up on the second day, but you, you crazed murderous hag, slept like a log."
"You're the pig!"
Osa immediately retorted, and after suppressing Shakky once again, she looked at Tomma sitting beside her on the bed: "She said I went crazy? But I—I only remember that we just got ashore."
"Doesn't that just prove that you, you murderous hag, went mad even earlier than we noticed?"
Shakky, pinned down by Osa, struggled to lift her head and continued to mock.
Osha grabbed the pillow next to her and slammed it over Shakky's head, then continued to ask Tomma, "What's with this little hussy calling me a murderer?"
Thomas reached out and poked Shakky, who was struggling, to make sure she wasn't in danger of suffocating: "When you were in the illusion, you kept shouting that you wanted to kill people. Not to mention the two of us, even Lingling almost couldn't control you."
"Hey Osha, who do you really want to kill?"
"I----"
Osa was lost in memories. Now, thinking back carefully, she could still recall some hallucinations, such as seeing Auro's wedding to someone.
In her hallucination, she disagreed and lost control of her emotions, and then—
No way! How could she say something like that? Even Gails and Lingling haven't said anything yet, what right does she have?
Taking advantage of Osa's distraction, Shakky broke free from the suppression, then pulled Toma close, shielding her in front of her: "Murderous hag! Do you know that there's nothing in that ruin except those dried corpses and illusions? Our biggest trouble is actually you!"
"I—" Ou Sha lowered her head in shame.
"Alright, alright. Actually, we couldn't hold off those illusions either. Yeah, if Oro hadn't arrived in time, we would have gone pretty crazy."
Thomas, who was being held in Shakky's arms, smoothed things over: "Osha, would you like to come with us to the basement?"
"basement?"
"Hmm. After we got back, Oro and Lingling ran into the basement of the castle."
"During the three days you were unconscious, Oro never came out. Lingling would occasionally come out to get some food, but she would go back soon after."
Thomas explained, "I just asked Lingling, and she said we could go check it out too. How about it? Shall we go?"
Osa hesitated for a moment.
She hadn't fully recovered from the hallucinations; the chaotic images and emotions still lingered in her mind.
On the other hand, she was also curious about what had been found in the ruins that made Oro so interested.
And—she also wanted to see Oro.
I wanted to confirm that he was really there, to hear his voice, and to cover up the disturbing images in my hallucinations with reality.
"Okay." Ou Sha finally nodded.