How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending

“Shh.”

The Duke clicked his tongue and feigned a gentle attempt to soothe me. Yet, the fervor of his lower body only grew more menacing.

The heavy, hot object surging inside me churned my depths. With each thrust of the man’s solid body, my bare form jolted and was pushed backward.

“Ha, hngk, hh… hngg, haak…!”

It felt as if my insides were being utterly ruined, straining to endure the thing piercing deeper and deeper, shredding my very flesh. My toes curled and a shiver ran down my spine. Just as I felt I could bear it no longer and tried to push him away…

“Ruellin. Breathe. Yes, like that.”

His meticulously defined abdominal muscles heavily descended upon my body. A wave of hot body heat washed over me.

The hole, as if in delight, squelched and then gushed with a sudden flood of fluid. A slick, squelching sound emanated from the spot where I was tightly pressed against him. It was a lewd and noisy sound. The man let out another soft laugh.

“Good. That’s a good consort.”

“Hhuu, hh… Ha, nn…”

Despite my confused mind, wet, pleading sounds leaked from between my lips. The man began moving his hips slowly again. The pain gradually subsided. In its place, joy began to fill the void.

At first, like tiny ripples. Then, rising into slightly higher waves. Finally, it surged like a colossal tsunami, crashing over me all at once.

“Ah… Hah, hhit, nn, haaak…!”

An intensely frightening, shudderingly powerful pleasure arrived. The air, tangled with sweet and fresh scents, grew damp in an instant. My member, receiving the stimulation, stiffened rigidly.

“Hahh… uu, hk, hngk!”

A viscous liquid burst forth from my lower body. Simultaneously, the man’s member, pulling out from the hole, released a stream of whitish semen, hotly drenching my lower abdomen.

My whole body trembled, shuddering, as I completely fell apart.

[♨Warning, warning!♨ The System is issuing a warning!]
So you’ve gone and done it. Are you perhaps a slave to your lust?
The System is not responsible for the consequences of sudden events triggered by the user’s desires!

‘Shut up…’

I closed my eyes, ignoring the System blaring its noisy alarm in my ear. The area around my eyes, smeared with sweat and tears, stung painfully. I couldn’t understand at all how I had ended up in this state.

I was clearly living a perfectly normal, well-fed life in 21st century Seoul, South Korea. Then one day, right after getting into a traffic accident, I suddenly fell into this world.

Along with that damn ‘System.’

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Is there anything as absurd as text suddenly appearing before your eyes one day? A couple of months ago, just such an unbelievable thing happened to me.

[Welcome to the world of the BL fantasy novel, Chronicles of the Sword.]
I am a guide system here to assist your adaptation.

When I came to, an intricately patterned ceiling was the first thing I saw. I was staring blankly at the strangely elaborate designs, wondering if it was a hospital, when…

A string of text materialized out of nowhere in the air, causing my eyes to widen on their own.

“…Did I hit my head? I’m seeing things.”

I muttered that I should get some herbal tonic, but far from disappearing, the text even asked me a question.

[Would you like to check your status window?]
Y/N

“What is this? Is it like a game? Hmm… Do I need to press it?”

Curiosity got the better of me, and I felt like selecting the option as prompted. But trying to press the text floating in mid-air only resulted in my hand swiping through empty space.

Flustered, I tilted my head and unconsciously mumbled, “Yes?” A fanfare sounded in my ears.

And the new text that appeared was truly outrageous.

[Checking the status window for your character, ‘Ruellin del Elsworth’.]
Name: Ruellin del Elsworth (20 years old)
Title: Consort to the 3rd Grand Duke of Hezekia, Rubyere Empire Autonomous Territory
7th Son of the Elsworth Viscountcy, Rubyere Empire (Adopted)
Epithets: ‘Elsworth’s Scoundrel’, ‘Witch’, ‘The Bastard’s Paramour’, ‘Spy’
Abilities
Stamina: 7
Agility: 9
Strength: 3
Intelligence: 67
Charm: 65
Notoriety: 65
Traits: ‘Fervent Omega’, ‘Midas’ Touch’, ‘Cunning Mind’, ‘Trash Man Collector’, ‘Affection-Deficient’, ‘Poor Stamina’, ‘Sickly’
Keywords: #VillainousSupportingRole #TrashyWater #GrislyDeathEnding
You are Ruellin del Elsworth, adopted into House Elsworth at age 9.
Though a fierce and utterly vicious scoundrel, you are a pure and devoted lover only to the Second Prince, Everett, whom you’ve adored since childhood. So much so that, on your adoptive father’s orders, you became Everett’s spy and entered a political marriage with the Grand Duke of Hezekia!