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Chapter 26: Sadistic Helun's Way of Cooking Rabbit
"An adventurer must not adventure".
It was a foundational maxim of the Guild, a piece of wisdom meant to curb the suicidal impulses of the young and reckless. For Aiz Wallenstein, who lived every day in a frantic race against her own limitations, those words had always felt like heavy leaden shackles. Strength required risk; how could one reach the heights if they were always looking for a safe place to land?.
Yet, as she stood on the balcony of the Twilight Manor, the cool night air ruffling her golden hair, Aiz realized the chains had softened. She had companions now—friends who looked at her with genuine warmth, people whose tears would feel like a physical wound to her heart. Perhaps, she thought, the rule wasn't about stifling growth, but about protecting the things worth living for.
Tonight, however, Aiz was prepared to break that rule. She had a different kind of growth in mind, one that required a journey into the city's most scandalous depths.
"Riveria is... gone".
The High Elf was occupied with Familia business, leaving the coast clear. Aiz slipped over the manor walls as the shadows grew long over Orario, her movements a blur of Level 6 agility. She wasn't headed for the Dungeon; her target was a place that required a far more specific kind of bravery.
"I'm here. The Entertainment District...".
The Pleasure Quarter was a kaleidoscope of neon lights, heavy perfumes, and the low hum of hedonistic laughter. Years ago, a veteran named Noir had told a young, naive Aiz that this was where one "climbed the stairs to adulthood". At the time, she had charged toward the district with her sword drawn, convinced it was a training ground for strength, only to be hauled back and thoroughly scolded by Riveria.
She knew the truth now, and under normal circumstances, she would have avoided this world entirely. But she had heard rumors—whispers of a certain book featuring a certain white-haired rabbit. Riveria had told her she was "too young" and forbidden her from even speaking of such filth.
But I am a grown woman, Aiz thought, her cheeks warming. A little adventure shouldn't hurt..
Within her mind, a "Little Aiz" pumped a tiny fist in defiant agreement.
Aiz utilized her stealth to navigate the winding, crowded alleys, moving like a ghost through the throngs of people. She felt like a spy on a top-secret mission, her heart fluttering with a mix of anxiety and illicit excitement until she spotted it—a small, makeshift stall tucked into a quiet corner.
She approached the woman behind the table, keeping her voice low. "Um... excuse me...".
"Hm? A customer? Wait—the Sword Princess!?".
The merchant's eyes went wide with terror. Before Aiz could even clarify that she wasn't there for an arrest, the woman had vanished, leaving a trail of dust in her wake. Aiz stood alone at the stall, feeling a strange sense of rejection.
"I just... wanted to buy the book..." she muttered to the empty air.
Her gaze dropped to the merchandise. A sign marked "New Release" sat atop a stack of books featuring Helun of the Freya Familia and a bound, blushing Bell Cranel. Without hesitation, Aiz dropped a heavy pouch of Valis on the table and snatched up several copies, disappearing into the night before anyone else could recognize her.
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Back in the safety of her room at the Twilight Manor, Aiz locked the door and sat on her bed, her heart hammering against her ribs. If Riveria found her now, the lecture would likely last for a week. But the curiosity was a physical pressure in her chest. She picked up the volume featuring Helun and opened the first page.
『Wait... where am I...?』
The opening panel was a shock. Bell was depicted entirely naked, his hands and feet bound by heavy iron chains to a stone wall. The artist had spared no detail; Aiz's eyes were immediately drawn to the "Bell-kun" hanging vulnerably in the center of the image.
"—Bell's... his...".
It was the second time she had seen it drawn, yet the sight held her mesmerized. Her throat felt dry. Without thinking, she reached out and traced the illustration with a trembling fingertip, her gaze locked on the page. Finally, with a sharp intake of breath, she forced herself to turn the page.
『Oh, you're finally awake.』 『—Helun-san!? Wait, what are you wearing!!?』
Helun stepped from the shadows of the dungeon cell. She wore a modified, Amazonian-style version of her black dress that left her thighs, midriff, and underarms dangerously exposed. In the comic, Bell's face turned a violent shade of red, but as Aiz watched them, a strange, prickling irritation began to swell in her chest. She puffed out her cheeks in a silent, unconscious pout.
『Anyway, could you please take these off?』 『No.』 『Thank yo—wait, NO!?』
"...Why won't she help him?" Aiz whispered to herself.
Aiz had always thought of Helun as a gentle soul. She expected the woman to free Bell, but instead, the illustrated Helun gave a predatory smile and leaned in. To Aiz's absolute shock, Helun reached out and firmly grasped Bell's exposed member.
『Wait—Helun-san!? What are you touching!!?』 『I knew it. Even in chains, the moment you see a woman, you get this hard... you little beast!!』
"Eeeh!!?".
The concept of a "yandere" was entirely foreign to Aiz, and seeing a familiar face behave with such aggression was a sensory overload. She watched the illustration of Bell's pride grow under Helun's touch, fascinated by a transformation she had never seen in person.
『Don't touch me there—!?』 『Shut that mouth—ッ♡』
"Ah, a kiss...".
Helun used the kiss as a weapon, forcibly silencing Bell's protests. It was a world away from Aiz's innocent understanding of romance. She sat there, a silent spectator to the "adult relationship" on the pages, her focus as intense as a student studying for an exam.
The panels shifted focus to Helun's hands. They were rough and demanding, and soon Bell's body was responding in ways that left Helun's fingers stained with a clear, slick liquid.
『Mnn♡ Helun-san—I... I'm...』 『No. I'm not letting you off that easily!』
Helun gripped him tighter, forcing him to endure the pleasure until his eyes grew teary. She wore a sadistic, triumphant smile.
『When you make that face—the one that makes a woman want to protect you—do you think the world will just bend to your will!!?』 『But I'm at my limit...♡』 『No. You're a sinner♡ You need to suffer much more♡』
Helun's hands became a blur of intense, delicate movements, coaxing pained, heart-marked moans from Bell. Aiz swallowed hard, her eyes glued to the image of the rabbit-like boy squirming against his iron bonds.
Somewhere deep inside Aiz, a door she didn't know existed—the door to her own hidden "S" side—swung wide open. She didn't even notice the dampness spreading in her underwear as she watched, entranced, as Bell pleaded for mercy.
『Helun-shyan♡ I... I...♡』 『Can't even talk anymore? Fine. If you want release that badly, I'll give it to you—but only inside of me♡』
Helun stepped back and hiked up her skirt, revealing that she was entirely bare beneath. As she approached the chained Bell, his member bobbed in anticipation. She embraced him, merging their bodies in a slick, desperate union. The look of pure, melting bliss on Bell's face burned itself into Aiz's mind.
"So... it really does feel that good?♡".
She thought of the book where she was the model and how happy Bell had looked there. Her heart was racing with an intensity she usually reserved for the deepest floors of the Dungeon.
As she turned the pages, the illustrations depicted Bell's white "milk" filling the cross-section of Helun's womb. Bell stopped resisting and simply hung in his chains, his mouth open and drooling in a state of total sensory collapse.
『What's wrong? Finished? No, you're still so full of life inside me!!♡ Let's build a family. Lots, and lots, and LOOOOOTS♡♡♡』
"No! Bell is—!!?".
Aiz shouted at the book, her heart hammering. Even though it was just a drawing, the idea of Helun claiming Bell like that sparked a sharp, painful anxiety in her soul. Yet, her hand reached out to turn the next page.
Helun eventually unlocked the chains, but the damage was done—Bell had been "broken". But then, the power dynamic shifted. As Helun's stamina began to fail, Bell's natural endurance took over.
『Wait, I... at my limit—♡』 『No. Did you think I'd let you go just because you're tired?♡』
"Wait... Bell?".
Bell took control, hoisting Helun up in a "bento-seller" carry. He began to pay her back with a primal intensity that ignored her pleas for rest.
『I'm gonna die♡ I'm gonna die♡』 『I'm sorry♡ But you're the one who made me this way!!♡』
"—This isn't the Bell I know".
Aiz watched, mesmerized, as Bell moved with a ferocity that was the polar opposite of his usual kindness. She couldn't look away as Helun finally lost consciousness, her face a mask of dazed satisfaction. Bell, still not sated, leaned in to bite her neck in a final, possessive kiss—and then—.
Knock, knock.
"!!!?".
In 0.3 seconds, Aiz slammed the book shut and shoved it deep under her blankets with the others.
"Aiz? Are you still up?".
"R-R-Riveria!?".
"What's wrong? You're drenched in sweat".
"Just... some late-night exercise! Why are you here?".
"I saw your light. It's late, you need to be rest—o".
Riveria stopped talking. Her eyes locked onto the bed, where the hastily hidden books had created a very suspicious, uneven mound.
"Aiz... between your panicking and that lump in the bed... I'm sorry, but I'm checking".
"No!".
Aiz tried to stop her, but Riveria moved with the authority of an angry mother. The blankets were whipped back in an instant.
"...What is this? Sadistic Helun's Way of Cooking Rabbit?".
"Um, Riveria? ...She's turned to stone".
Riveria stood paralyzed, her brain seemingly shutting down from the shock. Aiz seized the moment, moved the books to a new hiding place, and carried the unconscious High Elf back to the living room so she wouldn't be found in Aiz's quarters.
"Nn... what happened...?".
"Ah, you're awake," Aiz said smoothly. "You fell asleep on the couch. I was worried you'd be cold".
Riveria, unable to remember anything after seeing the suspicious lump, accepted that she was simply overworked and went back to her room. Aiz watched her leave, mentally giving a "Safe!" sign.
She wanted to keep reading, but the adrenaline crash was sudden and heavy. She decided to sleep and save the rest for tomorrow.
Rumors later spread through the Pleasure Quarter that when the real Helun saw a copy of the book, she lost her mind and spent the night chasing shadows with a kitchen knife.
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