114 Miss Yor: Ggu... kill me
Hikigaya stood by and listened, but soon he observed that the Thorn Princess's condition seemed somewhat off.
She was drenched in sweat, her delicate, pale skin flushed with a red glow, and her bound body twitched occasionally.
After Honebami had extracted all the information she could, Hikigaya asked subconsciously, "Uh, Honebami-san, I'm being rude, but I have to ask, her condition is...?"
"Chronic aphrodisiac," Honebami said, her face unchanging, as she uttered the dangerous word: "It happens every three hours, and it's about time now."
"Huh?"
"After it happens, her whole body will feel unbearably itchy, and human willpower can't resist that feeling."
"This... how did you...?"
It wasn't until Honebami mentioned it that Hikigaya realized the difference in this interrogation room.
The stale air was mixed with a scent that promoted the secretion of hormones. The sweet sweat accompanied the Thorn Princess's body fragrance, filling the small interrogation room, making one's face grow hot and their heart beat faster.
Under the chair that bound the Thorn Princess, one could faintly see a water stain that had already dried.
"Using tools," Honebami said, opening a drawer to reveal a collection of small, variously shaped objects. She casually picked out an oval-shaped one and, with an unchanging expression, took out a silicone product from another drawer to put on it.
"You're quite hygienic..." Hikigaya let out a cold breath.
"Don't be surprised, this is the kind of work the Honebami family is responsible for," Honebami Mirisawa said, looking like she had long since grown accustomed to this kind of work.
In front of Hikigaya, a male, she took out such the small tool without showing any signs of shyness.
Everything was so natural.
Perhaps, to her, the object in her hand was just an ordinary means of obtaining information. The one bound to the chair was not one of her own kind, but a plaything that could be used at will.
Hikigaya dared not imagine what kind of torture he would suffer if he were to betray Momobami Kirari and be sent to Honebami for interrogation.
"If it weren't for the clan leader's orders, we wouldn't have to go to such trouble," Honebami said.
"There are many ways to make people talk, and human willpower can't withstand that kind of pain."
"This is the most troublesome method, although it's slow, it's still effective," Honebami said, turning on the small tool, which emitted a high-pitched humming noise. The vibration frequency was so fast that Hikigaya couldn't bear to look directly at it.
After all, he was just a high school student!
However... Honebami-san's age was not much different from his own, so why could she do this kind of thing?
Hikigaya fell into deep thought, recognizing his own shortcomings. Compared to these aristocrats, he had seen too little of the world.
"There's still some information she's not willing to reveal," Honebami said.
"Her real name, her employer, her purpose."
Honebami slowly walked forward, her gloved hand grasping the Thorn Princess's pale chin. She asked coldly, "Still not willing to talk?"
As she asked, she removed the gag ball from the Thorn Princess's mouth.
A sticky, shining thread of saliva was pulled out.
Perhaps it was Hikigaya's imagination, but he felt the air was filled with an even thicker, aphrodisiac atmosphere.
"Ggu... kill me," the Thorn Princess said.
The Thorn Princess panted heavily, struggling to speak.
For Yor, as a professional killer with a strong sense of occupational ethics, she couldn't reveal her real name and the identity of her employer, no matter what the reason.
She didn't make any excuses for herself.
She had taken on the mission, and even if she had discovered that something was off, she hadn't been prepared to act immediately.
In the end, it was because her level of vigilance was insufficient.
Leaving the highly tense environment of Europe and coming to Japan, a relatively peaceful country, she had underestimated the risk of this mission and subconsciously treated it as a vacation.
But she didn't expect to encounter this kind of situation.
Who were her opponents?
Top-notch killers? Or a special Japanese interrogation department? But in any case, it wouldn't be some minor yakuza organization.
Yor had been caught off guard by the white-haired woman and knocked unconscious, then dragged to this underground room and given some kind of chronic aphrodisiac.
Feeling hot and restless, unbearably itchy, and severely dehydrated... with all these debuffs, she felt like she couldn't hold on anymore.
This was something that human willpower couldn't resist.
Even a stone would be sweating by now.
But she... couldn't even bite her tongue to kill herself, like a sheep stripped of its clothes and left at the mercy of others.
Yor's figure was as curvaceous as a ripe peach, and just a light bite would make her overflow with juice. Her whole body emitted a unique charm that only a mature woman could possess.
She was only 25 years old, and she had developed this aura through years of training on various missions.
As a professional killer, she needed to play different roles: a widow, a high school girl, a nun, a female teacher... Yor could play almost any role, and any kind of charm could be fully expressed through her.
At this moment, with her sanity on the verge of collapse, Yor unconsciously displayed the aura of these roles.
Either pure, or charming, or seductive, or innocent...
She twisted her body restlessly, trying to get some temporary relief from the rough ropes.
But the effect of doing so was ultimately an illusion, and Yor's desire for release became an unattainable reality.
"It hurts, doesn't it~"
Honebami Miroslava 's orange-yellow eyes didn't show a hint of sympathy, cold and menacing, with a low tone.
Like a devil tempting people to fall, she continuously lured the Thorn Princess into succumbing.
Honebami raised her finger and slid it down Yor's jaw, her fingers gently rotating on Yor's nipple, causing another soft moan.
"If you just say it, you can be released~" Honebami said, placing the humming toy by Yor's ear, letting her hear the sound clearly.
Hikigaya could clearly see the Thorn Princess's expression, full of longing and unfulfilled desire.
"Even... there's a 16-year-old young man standing in front of you~"
"If you tell me what you know, you can be released."
"Release..."
The Thorn Princess seemed to have lost control of her body, her lips opening involuntarily, and a sticky thread of saliva constantly exposed to the air.
"Right... it's like that, just say it."
"Kill... kill me."
"I won't..."
"I..."
Honebami's hands were propped on the armrests, her mouth open wide, constantly whispering words that tempted the Thorn Princess to confess.
Even though the Thorn Princess's body had started to twitch and convulse involuntarily, it didn't elicit any sympathy from Honebami.