Rem and Tia's connection takes a new turn. As they lay together, Tia's hand ventures between Rem's legs, exploring intimate territory. Rem's initial hesitation is met with Tia's passionate kisses, and Rem finds herself torn between her desires and her loyalty to Subaru.
In the midst of their passionate encounter, Rem's mind is filled with thoughts of Subaru and the potential consequences of her actions. She hopes that he will find forgiveness in his heart if he were to ever discover the truth about her and Tia. Despite her conflicting emotions, Rem and Tia spend the entire night exploring their desires and pleasures.
As the night progresses, Rem takes the lead in explaining what brings her pleasure, guiding Tia in understanding her needs. With care and tenderness, Rem strives to ensure that Tia experiences pleasure as well. Their connection deepens as they communicate and explore each other's bodies, embracing the intimacy they share.
Rem expresses her gratitude for Tia's skilled licking, emphasizing that for their relationship to remain a secret from Subaru, they must be discreet. Tia responds by stating her willingness to comfort Rem in any way possible.
Rem and Tia continue to explore each other's bodies, pushing the boundaries of their newfound intimacy. Their connection deepens, and they find solace in the knowledge that they are not alone in their emotions. Rem and Tia embrace the chance to bond over their shared desire for pleasure and connection.
The morning sun filtered through the canvas of the tent, casting a pale glow over the aftermath of the night. Rem woke with a start, her heart instantly heavy. As she tried to move, she felt the warmth of another body pressed against her.
Turning her head, she saw Tia. The Great Spirit was draped across her, naked and serene, her violet hair tangled with Rem's blue locks. The memories of the night flooded back—not the blurred, drug-induced haze of the previous weeks, but a vivid, passionate encounter. For hours, they had lost themselves in each other, a desperate escape from the blood and mud of the front lines. In those moments, Rem had felt a connection that was both terrifying and beautiful.
But as the clarity of the morning took hold, reality crushed her. I cheated on Subaru.
The thought was a physical blow. She looked at Tia, who was now stirring, her eyes fluttering open with a wide, dazed smile. Tia looked "love-dazed," her usual chaotic energy replaced by a soft, lingering affection.
"Rem..." Tia whispered, nuzzling into Rem's neck. "That was... more fun than the fighting. I didn't know humans could feel like that."
Rem sat up, pulling the furs to her chest, her eyes filling with tears. "Tia, we... I shouldn't have. Subaru... he's my husband. I've betrayed him."
Tia sat up as well, completely unbothered by her nakedness. She looked at Rem with the innocent, slightly skewed logic of a Spirit. To her, love wasn't a finite resource or a set of rules; it was simply another form of mana.
"Why are you sad?" Tia asked, tilting her head. "I am your Spirit. We are bound. If I love you, and you love him, then it is all the same. When we go back, we can just do it with Subaru together! I would like that. He smells like you, so he must be good too."
Rem let out a choked sob, covering her face with her hands. Tia's naivety only made the guilt sharper. Tia didn't understand the concept of a marriage vow or the sanctity of the life Rem had built in Banan. To Tia, adding a third person to their love was as simple as adding a new spell to her repertoire.
"It doesn't work like that, Tia," Rem whispered through her fingers.
As Rem and Tia stroll through the camp, they notice that some of the knights are red-faced and whispering amongst themselves. Rem realizes that they have overheard their love-making voices from the night before. She is mortified but Tia couldn't care less, a smile still plastered on her face. Rem hopes desperately that they don't know she has a husband, as she clings to Tia's hand.
Rem is filled with shame and embarrassment at being caught, but Tia's carefree attitude reassures her. Despite the awkwardness of holding hands with Tia in public, Rem takes comfort in her presence and support. Together, they continue through the camp, ignoring the stares and whispers of the knights.
As they walk, Rem ponders the consequences of their actions and wonders how Subaru would react if he were to learn the truth. Despite the uncertainty, Rem and Tia's bond deepens, and they continue to explore their intimacy in secret.
As Rem and Tia enter the General's tent, the General gives them their orders—Tia is to join the front line, and Rem is to stay back to protect him and the other officers. Rem immediately requests to join Tia on the front line instead. She is deeply concerned about Tia's growing bloodlust and feels a desperate need to be there to prevent the Spirit from giving into it fully. Tia, however, is elated at the prospect of them having "fun" together on the battlefield, completely unconcerned with the consequences.
As she argues her case, Rem feels a strange, terrifying heat rising in her chest. She tells herself she needs to go to keep Tia from becoming a monster, but deep down, her feelings are shifting. Despite the horror of the war, she realizes she feels a sick sense of happiness when she is by Tia's side. For a fleeting second, she wonders if it's the lingering effect of the drugs the General gave her, but this feels different—sharper and more real. It is a dark, intoxicating connection to the Spirit. Instead of fearing Tia's violence, Rem finds herself wanting to mirror it; she wants to act like her, to let go of the "kind mother" persona, and to feel the thrill of the kill right alongside her.
Rem, on the other hand, is filled with shame because they had kissed in front of the General and his officers. The General does not comment on it, but Rem can feel the eyes of the other officers on them. She realizes that her secret life and her connection to Tia are in danger of being exposed to the whole camp, and she feels torn between her duties to the military command and her growing, complicated desire to be with Tia.
As Rem and Tia leave the tent, they discuss their conflicting feelings. Tia expresses her raw excitement at the thought of killing people together. Rem is apprehensive and sickened by the coming bloodshed, but Tia assures her that they can control their actions and keep each other from going too far.
Later, the General speaks with Rem privately. He assures her that he will keep the secret that she has a husband back home, but he tells her and Tia to be much quieter next time. He mentions that the other soldiers are having trouble sleeping because of the sounds and the "woods in their pants" caused by hearing them. Rem thanks the General for his understanding and for keeping her secret safe.
As Rem and Tia prepare for the next wave of battle, Tia slides her hand down, giving Rem's ass a firm, lingering squeeze before whispering in her ear with a suggestive purr, "The battlefield is waiting, my beautiful partner... let's show them how much fun two girls like us can really have." Rem, flushed and feeling that dark urge to kill rising again, follows Tia into the fray.
Throughout the night, they fight together, slaughtering their enemies with ease. Their connection deepens in the heat of combat, and they find a strange solace in the knowledge that they are not alone in their intimacy amidst the death.
As dawn breaks and the battle finally ends, Rem and Tia return to the General's tent. Their clothes are heavily stained with blood and their minds are filled with the weight of the night's victories.
Tia excitedly tells Rem about how Rem killed their enemies, her voice filled with a manic joy as she recounts the way Rem's morningstar crushed through armor. As they stand before the General, Rem feels Tia's hand slide down onto her ass, a firm and possessive grip that makes Rem realize Tia is horny for her right there in the command center. Rem quickly whispers for Tia to wait until the General releases them for the day.
The General dismisses them shortly after, looking visibly uncomfortable. Seeing the two women standing there, fully covered in the blood of hundreds, yet wearing dark, satisfied smiles after such a slaughter, is almost too much for him to stomach. The General doesn't want to know what will happen after they enter their tent; he simply wants the two "monsters" out of his sight.
As they make their way back, the adrenaline is still screaming in Rem's veins. Tia grabs Rem's hand and pulls her into a secluded area behind the tents, eager to express her desire for Rem immediately. Rem, torn between her duties as a wife and the dark desires the battlefield has awakened in her, hesitates for only a moment. Tia senses her apprehension and reassures her that they can control their actions and prevent each other from going too far. Rem, still conflicted but craving the connection, agrees to join Tia in their passionate encounter.
As Rem and Tia finally enter their tent, their blood-soaked clothes fall to the ground, revealing their bodies covered in the crimson stains of the night's victories. They embrace with a ferocity that matches the violence they just left behind, their intimacy deepening as they explore each other's bodies.
Their passionate encounter lasts throughout the night. They lose themselves in the pleasures they share, and despite the danger of their secret being exposed to the General or the camp, they find a strange solace in each other. They embrace their desire for connection in a world that has become nothing but death.
Tia's aggressive desire for Rem is evident. With a primal growl, she rips off the rest of Rem's clothes, which are still damp with blood from the night's battles. Tia quickly makes a makeshift bed on the floor out of furs and cloaks, eager to explore Rem's body. Rem, filled with a new kind of excitement and anticipation she never thought possible, cannot wait to see what the Spirit will do to her.
As Tia lays Rem down on the bed, she begins to kiss Rem's body, exploring every inch of her skin. Rem responds with a raw passion, reciprocating Tia's affection with a hunger that surprises even herself. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, exploring and teasing. Tia's touch is tender yet firm, exploring Rem's body with an intensity that matches her own desire to own every part of her contractor.
Rem, overwhelmed by Tia's touch, loses herself completely in the pleasure. Tia's hands roam over Rem's body, finding every sensitive spot and bringing Rem to new heights of pleasure that make the memory of the war fade away. As they continue, their intimacy deepens further. They find solace in each other, embracing their desire for love and connection amidst the chaos and bloodshed. Despite the danger, they lose themselves in the pleasures they share until the sun begins to rise.
Tia excitedly tells Rem about how Rem killed their enemies, her voice filled with a manic joy as she recounts the way Rem's morningstar crushed through armor. As they stand before the General, Rem feels Tia's hand slide down onto her ass, a firm and possessive grip that makes Rem realize Tia is horny for her right there in the command center. Rem quickly whispers for Tia to wait until the General releases them for the day.
The General dismisses them shortly after, looking visibly uncomfortable. Seeing the two women standing there, fully covered in the blood of hundreds, yet wearing dark, satisfied smiles after such a slaughter, is almost too much for him to stomach. The General doesn't want to know what will happen after they enter their tent; he simply wants the two "monsters" out of his sight.
As they make their way back, the adrenaline is still screaming in Rem's veins. Tia grabs Rem's hand and pulls her into a secluded area behind the tents, eager to express her desire for Rem immediately. Rem, torn between her duties as a wife and the dark desires the battlefield has awakened in her, hesitates for only a moment. Tia senses her apprehension and reassures her that they can control their actions and prevent each other from going too far. Rem, still conflicted but craving the connection, agrees to join Tia in their passionate encounter.
As Rem and Tia finally enter their tent, their blood-soaked clothes fall to the ground, revealing their bodies covered in the crimson stains of the night's victories. They embrace with a ferocity that matches the violence they just left behind, their intimacy deepening as they explore each other's bodies.
Their passionate encounter lasts throughout the night. They lose themselves in the pleasures they share, and despite the danger of their secret being exposed to the General or the camp, they find a strange solace in each other. They embrace their desire for connection in a world that has become nothing but death.
Tia's aggressive desire for Rem is evident. With a primal growl, she rips off the rest of Rem's clothes, which are still damp with blood from the night's battles. Tia quickly makes a makeshift bed on the floor out of furs and cloaks, eager to explore Rem's body. Rem, filled with a new kind of excitement and anticipation she never thought possible, cannot wait to see what the Spirit will do to her.
As Tia lays Rem down on the bed, she begins to kiss Rem's body, exploring every inch of her skin. Rem responds with a raw passion, reciprocating Tia's affection with a hunger that surprises even herself. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, exploring and teasing. Tia's touch is tender yet firm, exploring Rem's body with an intensity that matches her own desire to own every part of her contractor.
Rem, overwhelmed by Tia's touch, loses herself completely in the pleasure. Tia's hands roam over Rem's body, finding every sensitive spot and bringing Rem to new heights of pleasure that make the memory of the war fade away. As they continue, their intimacy deepens further. They find solace in each other, embracing their desire for love and connection amidst the chaos and bloodshed. Despite the danger, they lose themselves in the pleasures they share until the sun begins to rise.
Their passionate encounter lasts throughout the night, leaving both Rem and Tia satisfied and content. Their bond deepens further, as they find a strange solace and comfort in each other amidst the chaos and bloodshed of the world they've been thrown into. Eventually, Rem and Tia fall into a deep sleep, surrounded by the heavy scent of sex and blood, safe for a few hours in the knowledge that no one will ever truly know the depths of their secret.
Rem wakes up and realizes with a jolt of panic that her battle clothes—the last remnants of her life in Banan—have been completely destroyed during the night's passionate encounter. Beside her, Tia sleeps naked and serene, her body covered in the remnants of their shared intimacy. Rem knows she must clean the room and themselves, but she realizes with a sense of dread that there are too many soldiers outside, some even trying to peek into the tent to see the "monsters" who slaughtered the Lagunians.
Rem considered taking a bath, but she quickly realized the bathhouse would be crowded with soldiers. It would be impossible for her and Tia to clean the blood and sweat from their bodies without being seen and judged. Instead, Rem and Tia decided to clean their room and themselves together in the privacy of the tent, using cloths and basins of water to wipe away the grime of the war and the night. They shared a tender moment as they cleaned each other, their hands roaming over each other's skin with a gentleness that contrasted the violence of the previous day.
As they cleaned, Rem and Tia reflected on the night's events—the brutal battles, the people they killed, and the intense passion they shared. They found solace in each other, embracing their desire for connection even as the danger of their secret being exposed hung over them. Their morning ritual ended with a gentle kiss as they prepared to face the General and the day ahead, knowing they had only each other to rely on.
Rem and Tia prepared to arm themselves for the next battle. As they looked toward the tent flap, Rem wondered if the soldiers who were peeking in last night saw enough to guess their secret. Tia, ever the adventurer, assured Rem that they will face any challenge together; as long as they have each other, they can withstand the General's games or the army's judgment. With a heavy breath and a heartfelt embrace, they prepared to continue their journey.
Tia then tried to convince Rem to put on the new "battle kimono" the General had provided. Rem stared at the garment with horror; it was extremely revealing, designed more for a showpiece than a soldier. It was cut so high and so low that it left almost nothing to the imagination. Rem didn't want to wear it, feeling it was shameful and offered her no real protection against the steel of the enemy.
Tia, however, persists, her eyes dancing with a flirtatious glint. She pointed out that their current clothes were nothing but ruined, blood-covered rags. "We are essentially naked anyway, Rem," Tia whispered, leaning in close and brushing her lips against Rem's ear. "At least in this, you'll look like the beautiful, deadly goddess you are. Besides... I want to see you in it."
Rem argued that the skimpy, open nature of the silk would make it difficult for her to move her morningstar and fight effectively. Tia countered by saying they could make adjustments to the silk and the ties to ensure it stayed in place enough to fight. Rem, still conflicted, looked at Tia's suggestive smile. She knew she needed to face the General, and she was starting to crave the confidence Tia saw in her.
After some discussion, Rem finally decided to try on the extremely revealing battle kimono, agreeing to make adjustments where needed. Tia helped Rem put it on, her fingers lingering on Rem's skin as she ensured the thin fabric fit, making sure her partner was ready for the carnage—and the eyes of the camp—to come.
the morning air is heavy with the scent of the previous night's fire. Rem tells Tia that despite their private cleaning, they desperately need a proper bath to wash away the deep-seated grime of the front lines. Tia, ever the provocateur, suggests they simply use the open well near the center of the camp. Rem immediately refuses, her face flushing with heat. She has no desire to be exposed and bathing in front of a camp full of men who look at her with a mixture of fear and perverted curiosity.
Tia teases Rem, leaning in close and whispering that they should just let the soldiers look—that their beauty is a weapon of its own. Rem eventually agrees to head toward the washing area, hoping for a quick, discreet cleaning. However, as they reach a semi-secluded spot near the water, Tia's hands begin to wander, grabbing at Rem's breasts. The adrenaline of the war and the proximity of the soldiers have made Tia horny, her Spirit nature feeding off the intensity of the camp.
The knights nearby begin to notice the interaction. They stop their work, whispering amongst themselves as they watch the two "Calamities" of the vanguard. Rem frantically tries to cover herself, pulling the edges of her extremely revealing battle kimono tight, but Tia won't stop. She pulls Rem into a passionate kiss, her tongue tracing Rem's lips in full view of the passing patrol.
Rem tries to push Tia away, her heart hammering against her ribs. She is torn between her deep craving for the connection Tia offers and the paralyzing fear of being exposed as a "fallen woman" to the General and the army. Tia senses her apprehension, pulling back just enough to whisper a reassurance: that they are the strongest beings in this camp, and they control exactly how far this goes.
Rem, still conflicted but feeling that dark, drug-like pull toward Tia's chaos, agrees to continue their intimacy, though she moves them deeper into the shadows of the supply crates. Tia helps Rem adjust the revealing kimono, making sure Rem feels the weight of every touch. As they wash each other with the cool well water, the intimacy between them deepens, a sharp contrast to the cold, muddy world around them.
As they lose themselves in each other, Rem's mind wanders to the knights watching from a distance. She feels a deep sense of shame, embarrassed that she—a wife and a mother—is finding pleasure in such a public, dangerous place. Unlike the old version where Tia exposes her, here Rem feels the General's gaze in her mind. She knows he is watching her progress, waiting for her to break.
She thinks of Subaru and the cottage in Banan. How could she ever explain this? She prays that no gossip reaches the ears of the merchant caravans heading south. She fears being ostracized, not just by her village, but by her own soul.
Rem is jolted back to the present by Tia's fingers sliding beneath the high slit of her kimono. She bites her lip, trying desperately not to moan or cum while the sounds of the camp are so close. But Tia is relentless, her touch fueled by the violet mana of a Great Spirit. Eventually, Rem breaks, a quiet cry escaping her as she peaks, while a few knights in the distance whistle and cheer, sensing the "show" even if they can't see everything.
Rem is left breathless and conflicted, caught between her desperate need for love and the terror of what she is becoming. Tia holds her close, reassuring her once more that as long as they have each other, the rest of the world doesn't matter. Despite the danger of the General finding a new way to use this against them, they find a moment of solace, embracing their desire in the heart of the carnage.
Rem felt a crushing weight of depression as they left the well. The adrenaline from the encounter had faded, leaving only a cold, hollow shame. She felt physically and spiritually exposed, the dampness of the water making the extremely revealing kimono cling to her skin in ways that made her want to disappear. However, there was no time for tears; they had been summoned to the war council.
"Tia, where are my armor and my panties?" Rem asked, her voice trembling. "I can't go into a meeting with the high command like this."
Tia looked at her with an innocent, almost predatory tilt of her head. "You won't need them, Rem. The General likes this look on you, and I do too. This kimono is all you need."
Rem's eyes stung with tears of regret and anger. She hated that she had agreed to wear Tia's clothes, and she was furious at the Spirit for the way she had been touched at the well. She tried to explain the depth of her guilt—that she was a wife, a mother, and a person with dignity—but Tia simply brushed it off.
"Everything will be fine," Tia assured her, her violet eyes glowing. "We are the ones who win their battles. They won't dare say a word to us as long as we are together."
With no other choice, Rem followed Tia toward the council room. Every step felt like a betrayal of herself. She was agonizingly self-conscious about her nakedness beneath the thin silk, terrified of the whispers and the hungry eyes of the soldiers they passed. Tia kept telling her she looked beautiful, but to Rem, "beautiful" felt like a dirty word in this camp.
As they entered the council room, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The officers and sub-commanders fell silent, their eyes raking over Rem's exposed skin and the high slits of the kimono. Rem's face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. She felt like a trophy being paraded, not a warrior.
The General sat at the head of the table, his eyes lingering on Rem with a cold, triumphant satisfaction. He didn't reprimand them for the display at the well out of a sense of morality; he did it to assert his power.
"Natsuki, Tia," the General began, his voice echoing in the silent room. "Your behavior at the well was... distracting. I have a camp to run, not a theater. If such a display happens again, I will be forced to reconsider the 'luxuries' I provide for your family."
Rem flinched at the threat to Subaru's medicine. She tried desperately to pull the thin fabric of the kimono over her chest, aware that her nipples were visible through the material under the harsh light of the tent. The other generals watched with predatory interest, whispering about the "Demon and the Spirit."
"The Valhalla Empire has made its move," the General continued, ignoring Rem's distress. "They are sending one of their Divine Generals to meet us on the field. I haven't decided which of you will lead the counter-charge, but you will both be at the front."
He stood up, walking slowly toward Rem until he was uncomfortably close. "If you are caught in any further compromising situations that undermine my authority, you will be disgraced. I will strip you of your rank and your husband's treatment will end that same hour."
Tia, sensing the tension, tried to deflect with a sharp, dangerous smile. "It was Rem's idea to bathe where the boys could see, General. She's finding her spirit, isn't she?"
Rem looked at Tia in shock, her heart breaking at the lie. She felt a wave of guilt and shame so thick she could barely breathe. She wished more than anything she had fought harder to wear her own armor, to keep her panties, to remain the woman Subaru loved.
As the General finished his lecture, he dismissed them with a flick of his hand. Rem walked out of the council room with her head down, her hands clutching the revealing silk of the kimono. She felt the eyes of every man in that room on her back, knowing that the price of her son's safety and her husband's life was the slow, systematic destruction of her own soul.
As they made their way back to their tent, Rem and Tia discussed the General's warning. The threat to Subaru's medicine hung over them like a guillotine. They were terrified of being sent to face one of the "Divine Generals" of the Valhalla Empire, but in their isolation, they leaned on each other. Their connection was the only thing keeping Rem from shattering under the weight of her guilt.
When the next battle erupted, Rem was forced onto the field in the extremely revealing battle kimono. It was a nightmare to fight in; the silk constantly slipped and fluttered, offering no protection from the biting wind or the spray of blood. Every time she swung her morningstar or tapped into her Oni form, the fabric shifted, leaving her exposed and shivering. She felt a deep, burning anger at the General and Tia for forcing her into this humiliating display while she tried to fight for her life.
Tia approached Rem mid-slaughter, wanting to tease her and keep the "high" of the battle going. But before she could speak, a flash of blue lightning cut through the air.
Tia's head was severed in a single, clean stroke.
Rem froze, her heart stopping as a boy with blue hair and a pair of swords appeared out of the crimson mist. He was young—barely twelve—but his eyes held the terrifying vacuum of a true monster.
"I expected a bigger challenge from the 'Calamity Sluts' the rumors spoke of," the boy, Cecilus, remarked with a bored yawn. He paused, his eyes traveling over Rem's shivering, exposed form and the way the ruined kimono clung to her curves. A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face. "Though I have to admit... you two are much hotter than the reports mentioned. This might be the most beautiful slaughter I've ever been a part of."
Rem's scream died in her throat as Tia's body dissolved into wind and reconstructed itself, her violet eyes wide with shock. Rem was stunned, her body refusing to move. Cecilus didn't seem surprised; he just tilted his head, looking at the two of them with a hungry, mocking curiosity.
"Are you two together?" he asked, gesturing between them with a blood-stained blade.
They both nodded awkwardly, the silence of the battlefield suddenly heavy around them. Cecilus let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Disgusting. It shouldn't be allowed... but looking at you both like this, I can see why the General keeps you around. You're quite the prize."
Rem tried to defend their bond, her voice shaking, but Cecilus didn't care. He launched a barrage of insults, calling them names that made Rem's skin crawl and making crude remarks about their relationship. Filled with a surge of protective rage, Rem swung her morningstar, but Cecilus moved like a ghost, blocking her attack with a single finger on the hilt of his sword.
"You don't stand a chance, Oni-san," he laughed, his eyes fixed on her chest as she moved. "But keep fighting. You look incredible when you're angry."
Tia flew into a rage, unleashing her full power to protect Rem. She put up a fight that would have killed any other man, but Cecilus was a storm. As they battled, Rem struggled to keep her kimono on. The cold was becoming unbearable, and her body shivered as the thin fabric was sliced to ribbons by the pressure of Cecilus's mana.
The boy taunted her, promising to make sure she lost everything. He advanced on her, and even Tia's desperate wind magic couldn't slow him down. He moved with a speed that made Rem feel like an ant watching a hurricane. He wasn't even trying to kill them; he was playing. He took pleasure in destroying what was left of Rem's clothes, mocking her and calling her "General's slut" as he beat them back, his gaze lingering on every inch of her skin.
Rem found it deeply disturbing and humiliating that a child was beating them so easily while hurling such vile insults and looking at them with such obvious, warped attraction. She felt helpless, her dignity stripped away along with her clothes. Tia was bleeding out, her mana running low as she constantly had to recreate her body. Cecilus finally began to enjoy himself, realizing Tia truly was the Spirit of Death, but he was still far beyond her reach.
Finally, Rem collapsed into the mud, sobbing. She begged the boy to stop, to spare Tia. Cecilus stopped, looking disappointed. "Why did you stop? It's not fun anymore. You're much more interesting when you're struggling."
"We're sorry!" Rem wailed, her hands clutching the ruins of her kimono over her chest. "Please, just let us leave. We were forced into this... I didn't want this!"
"You looked like you were having plenty of fun killing my men earlier," Cecilus countered, his eyes cold but roaming over her body.
"I am a mother!" Rem pleaded, her voice breaking. "I have a husband and kids to return to. Please, I love them. I just want to go home!"
Cecilus looked at her, his gaze dropping to her exposed chest. "I can't even listen to what you're saying. You're so hot it's actually distracting. Your breasts make it hard to concentrate on what you're telling me. Repeat yourself... and maybe try to look a bit more desperate. I like that."
Rem, in floods of tears, continued to plead for her life and her family. She spoke of Subaru's illness, of Rigel and Spica, her voice a fragile prayer in the middle of the carnage, while the boy watched her with a terrifying, lustful smirk.
Cecilus remained unmoved by Rem's tears. He watched her with a bored, predatory curiosity, leaning on his sword as she pleaded for the lives of her husband and children. To him, her desperation was just another layer of the "performance." He saw them as nothing more than the General's playthings—powerful, beautiful "sluts" who had been broken by a war they didn't understand.
"I'll tell you what, Oni-san," Cecilus said, his voice dropping into a playful, terrifying chill. "I'll let you live. I'll even let you go home to that husband of yours. But I want a show first. This battle has been dull, and I want to end it with something... memorable."
Rem looked up, hope flickering in her eyes for a split second before Cecilus continued.
"You're going to strip off those rags completely. I want you both naked, wearing these," he said, tossing two heavy iron slave collars into the mud. "Then, you're going to lead me back to your camp. Together, we are going to slaughter every single soldier and officer there. We'll turn that command tent into a graveyard."
Rem's blood ran cold. He was asking her to murder the men she had worked with—men like the guards who had watched over her and the soldiers who, despite their crude jokes, were her only comrades. She hated the Commander for his manipulation and the way he held Subaru's medicine over her head, but the thought of slaughtering the entire camp made her stomach churn.
Tia, however, let out a dark, trilling laugh. Her violet eyes hummed with mana. The idea of betrayal and absolute carnage didn't disgust her; it made her horny. The adrenaline of the defeat and the boy's overwhelming power had sparked a twisted excitement in the Spirit.
"Let's do it, Rem," Tia whispered, crawling over to her contractor, her hand tracing the line of Rem's jaw. "It'll be fun. Think about it—no more General, no more contracts, no more hiding. We kill them all, and then we go home."
Rem was torn apart. On one side was her love for Subaru and her children; on the other was the massacre of hundreds of people. But as she looked at Cecilus, who was waiting with a cruel smirk, she realized there was no third option. If she refused, they died here, and Subaru would die shortly after without his medicine.
With a heavy, breaking heart, Rem looked at the boy. "The... the 'Calamity Sluts' will assist you with your fun, Cecilus."
Cecilus's grin widened. "That's the spirit. For today, you're my playthings." He reached out, grabbing both Rem and Tia's asses with a rough, possessive grip.
Rem and Tia disrobed entirely, letting the ruins of the revealing kimono fall into the blood-stained mud. Standing naked and shivering in the wind, they fastened the heavy iron collars around their necks. Cecilus led the way through the woods, the two naked women following him like obedient pets toward the camp they had called home.
As they approached the Lagunia camp, Rem felt a sickening pang of guilt. She saw the campfires and heard the distant voices of men who thought they were safe. But Tia was vibrating with anticipation, her fingers sparking with wind magic, ready for the slaughter.
When they burst into the camp, the chaos was instant. The soldiers were confused, seeing their two greatest weapons returning naked and collared alongside a blue-haired boy. But before they could speak, the killing began.
Following Cecilus's orders, Rem and Tia became a whirlwind of death. Rem swung her morningstar with a blind, desperate rage, crushing the skulls of men she had shared meals with only hours before. She told herself she was doing it for Rigel. She told herself she was doing it for Spica. But with every life she took, she felt the "housewife" she used to be dying.
The massacre was total. By the time the sun began to set, the camp was a silent sea of corpses.
Rem stood in the center of the carnage, her naked body completely painted in the hot, sticky blood of her former allies. She was shaking, her mind fractured by the horror of what she had done.
Tia walked toward her through the piles of bodies, her expression one of pure, blissful satisfaction. In her hand, she swung a severed head by its hair. It was the Commander. His eyes were still wide with the shock of being betrayed by his most prized "asset."
"See, Rem?" Tia said, dropping the General's head at Rem's feet and pulling her into a crimson-stained embrace. "The contract is over. We can go home now. You can go back to Subaru and the kids."
Tia licked a drop of blood from Rem's cheek, her voice a purr of dark delight. "Wasn't that fun?"
Standing amidst the ruins of the Lagunia camp, Cecilus wiped his blades with a casual air. He looked at the two naked, blood-stained women and offered a sharp, terrifying grin. "That was spectacular. You two are even more fun than I thought. Why go back to a boring cottage? Join the Vollachia army. We're always looking for beautiful monsters like you."
Tia's violet eyes sparked. She felt the exhilaration of the slaughter humming in her veins, and for a moment, she was deeply tempted. But then she looked at Rem—shaking, weeping, and covered in the gore of men who had been her comrades.
Rem looked at the carnage she had helped create. She thought of the General's manipulation, the degrading "Truth Clause," and the way the Kararagi army had essentially kidnapped her and Tia from their home. A cold, dark realization settled in her chest.
"I don't care about this camp," Rem whispered, her voice hardening as she looked at the General's severed head. "They forced me into this. They threatened my son and held my husband's life over my head. Seeing this place destroyed... I don't mind it. They deserved this end."
She looked at Cecilus, actually considering his offer for a long moment. The power, the freedom to kill those who crossed her—it was intoxicating. But then she pictured Rigel and Spica.
"I am tempted, Cecilus," Rem admitted, her voice steady despite her nakedness. "A part of me wants to keep fighting, to never be a victim again. But I have to return home first. I have to ensure my family is truly safe and that my husband has his medicine. I cannot leave them behind in the wake of this war."
Cecilus pouted, looking more like a spoiled child than a Divine General. "But I wanted to have more fun with you. I haven't even gotten to fuck you yet."
Rem's face contorted with disgust, though she didn't flinch. "I am a married woman. My heart belongs to Subaru, even if my hands are now covered in this."
Cecilus let out a mock cry, laughing through it. "Oh, please. You're both such 'slutty' cougars—it's written all over you. I'm actually an adult in this body, you know. You're missing out." When Rem didn't move, he just shrugged. "Fine. Tia, tell her to stop being so boring. Toss that head away, too; it's getting the dirt messy."
Tia looked at the severed head of the Commander in her hand, then at Rem. The guilt she had ignored finally caught up to her. "I'm staying with Rem," Tia declared, dropping the head into the mud. "I'm taking her home."
Cecilus sighed, but he didn't stop them. Instead, he stepped forward and gave both Rem and Tia's asses a rough, parting squeeze. "Fine. I'll walk you to the border myself just to make sure you don't change your minds."
Rem scrambled to find any scrap of fabric to cover herself. "We need to dress, Tia. Please."
Cecilus teased her as they moved, laughing at her modesty. "I thought you planned on walking home naked! It would have been a better view." Rem was too exhausted to even be angry. Tia, sensing her distress, leaned in and kissed Rem deeply, a taste of blood and salt on their lips. "Don't be angry, Rem," she whispered. "We're finally going home."
After crossing the Kararagi border, Cecilus stopped. He gave them one last wink. "If you ever miss the thrill of the kill, come to Vollachia. We'll have a spot waiting for you."
Then, he was gone, a blur of blue lightning.
Rem and Tia stood on the straight road leading back to Banan. Rem thought of Subaru's smile. She was terrified of the darkness she was bringing back—the blood under her fingernails and the memory of Tia's touch.
Tia walked beside her, still buzzing with the excitement of the war. She was torn; she loved Rem, but she craved the adventure Cecilus had offered.
In full view of the border and the watchful, hungry eyes of the blue-haired boy, Rem and Tia pressed their naked, blood-streaked bodies together. The iron collars clinked sharply as they leaned in, losing themselves in a final, passionate kiss that tasted of iron and salt. It was a desperate, hungry embrace—a silent acknowledgement that they were no longer the innocent women who had left Banan.
Seeing the two "Calamity Sluts" intertwined and naked, still wearing his collars, Cecilus let out a high-pitched, manic laugh. He was visibly super excited, his eyes blown wide with a twisted, joyful intensity at the sight of them. He practically vibrated with adrenaline, his hands gripping the hilts of his swords as he watched the display.
"Magnificent! Truly a masterpiece!" Cecilus shouted, his voice echoing across the road. He stepped closer, his gaze locked onto the way the collars dug into their skin as they kissed. "Listen to me, you two! I'm letting you go now, but don't think for a second this is the end. You belong on a battlefield, not in a kitchen!"
He pointed a blade toward Rem's heart, a terrifyingly wide smirk on his face. "You're going to return to me. 100%. I can feel it in the air! In the future, the 'Calamity' will come back to Vollachia, and we will turn the whole world into a graveyard together! I'll be waiting for my favorite playthings!"
Tia broke the kiss, her violet eyes glowing as she looked back at the boy, then at the trembling Rem. "One day," Tia promised, pulling Rem into one last, bruising kiss. "For now, we'll play the part of the good family. But soon, we'll return to the slaughter. Together."
Rem didn't speak. She only felt the cold iron of the collar and the heat of Tia's skin, knowing that the boy was right. The housewife was dead, and the future only held more blood.
The End