"Kyaah! I don't want to!"
"No! No! Stay away from me!!"
"Someone, please save me!"
Rosseweisse's screams echoed through the dark, twisted space around her as she desperately crawled backward across the cold floor. Her heart hammered violently in her chest, each beat so powerful it felt like it would burst through her ribs.
An ugly man loomed over her.
He was old, with long, unkempt grey hair and a filthy, tangled beard that reached the floor, flailing with the wind. A gold and white monocle covered one eye, while the other gleamed with a sick, perverted look.
His wrinkled face twisted into a grotesque, lecherous grin, yellowed teeth exposed as drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. His gnarled hands reached out with crooked fingers, and from his lower body, dozens of thick, slimy tentacles writhed and squirmed like living serpents, glistening with foul mucus.
"Little Valkyrie~ Come here, my dear. Let this old man have a taste of that pure, untouched body of yours," he croaked in a raspy voice, his lone eye roaming across her body with undisguised depravity. His gaze was so filthy that it made her skin crawl.
"No! Stay back! Don't come any closer!!" Rosseweisse screamed, tears streaming down her face.
She tried to stand, but her legs shook too violently to support her. One of the tentacles suddenly shot forward and wrapped around her ankle, yanking her backward. She crashed onto her stomach and cried out in pain.
"Please! Someone! Anyone! Save me!!" Her voice rang out, filled with despair, as another tentacle slithered slowly up her thigh, slipping beneath the fabric of her skirt and brushing against her skin. She kicked and thrashed wildly in a frantic struggle for freedom, but more tentacles wrapped firmly around her wrists and spread her legs apart, completely exposing her most private areas.
"Hehehe," The old man chuckled, his perverted grin widening as he crawled closer. "Such a pure, beautiful Valkyrie. I will enjoy breaking you in completely. I will make you scream my name over and over until you forget everything else and only my touch remains burned into your mind forever."
Rossweisse sobbed hysterically, her body trembling in terror. "No… please… I don't want this… I've never… I've never been with anyone… Please stop!!"
She felt the thick, slimy tentacle pressing against her entrance, ready to violate her. Her mind was breaking from the humiliation and fear. This was her worst nightmare, being defiled by this disgusting, perverted old monster while completely helpless.
Just as the tentacle was about to push inside her, an intense flash of light erupted and blinded the entire world around them in an instant!
A majestic figure in radiant silver armor descended from above like a divine savior sent from the heavens themselves. He was a tall, black haired man holding a glowing divine sword in his powerful grip, and his presence radiated overwhelming power and absolute protection for all who stood in his light. With one powerful swing of his blade, he severed the tentacles holding her in a single motion.
"Who are you?! Noo!!" The old man let out a blood curdling scream as his appendages were cut apart, black blood spraying everywhere. He glared at Yusuke with hatred before dissolving into shadows with a final, hateful screech.
"My knight…! I know you'll come to save me!!" She clung to him desperately, burying her face in his chest while sobbing. She started caressing his face with both hands, looking at him with glowing eyes, her heart overflowing with unending love.
She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, then pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss. Their lips moved against each other as clothes were dissolved into white light. They fell together onto the soft grass, bodies entwining passionately under the open sky.
...
"Haahn! Hahn~!" Rossweisse's eyes suddenly snapped open as she began breathing heavily.
"Where am I?" She sat upright in bed, gasping for breath and sweating profusely from every pore of her body. Her face was flushed red as she frantically looked around, only to realize that she was lying in a large, luxurious bed inside an unfamiliar room.
"Ah!" Hurriedly, she lifted the blanket, and the moment she did, her already red face became even redder with overwhelming shame.
She covered her face with both hands as smoke gushed out of her head from sheer embarrassment. Her underwear was completely soaked through, and a large wet patch had formed on the sheets beneath her.
She had just experienced an incredibly vivid and intense wet dream.
Her hands trembled as they brushed against the damp fabric between her legs, her mind still trapped in the dream, replaying every moment clearly.
"So this is love... I am in love. That man... my Knight..." she whispered breathlessly, her voice filled with obsessive longing, her eyes glazed as she clung to the lingering feelings the dream had left behind.
...
What is love?
Despite Seekvaira's cool and serious exterior, she was just like most young noble ladies. Beneath that composed facade, she held a deep interest in love. It was a question she had wondered about for a long time.
More than once, she had fantasized about the day she would finally fall in love with a man worthy of her, someone capable of stealing her heart and leaving a lasting mark on her life.
When she heard that her two childhood friends were in love and had found a man they loved, she honestly felt very envious. However, as the heiress of the Agares House, she could not act willfully.
Unlike Sona and Rias, who had managed to break free from their engagements, Seekvaira was not as fortunate.
However, today the answer to that question has finally been answered in the most unexpected way possible.
The moment her eyes landed on him, something inside her stirred violently like an apocalyptic hurricane violently storming through her heart and shaking her soul.
'What... is this?' A strange suffocating warmth flooded her chest, spreading rapidly through her body and igniting every nerve ending with an overwhelming intensity she could barely comprehend.
Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress as she tried desperately to steady herself against the turbulent emotions surging within. This was not normal in any sense.
This was not how she had ever felt when she looked at powerful men before. She had seen and met countless important figures before, but none of them had ever made her heart race with such uncontrollable intensity as this one did.
'Why is my heart beating so fast?'
It pounded violently, like a wild beast trying to break free from its cage. Each beat sent strange, dizzying sensations coursing through her entire body. Her cheeks grew hot, and her thoughts, which were usually so calm and composed, descended into complete chaos.
'Who is he? Why do I feel like this?' She tried to look away, but her gaze kept drifting back to him against her will, drawn by an irresistible magnetic pull. The longer she stared at him, the stronger the feeling became. It was an intoxicating feeling that consumed her completely. It felt like her soul had suddenly recognized something it had been searching for its entire life without ever knowing it was missing until this very moment.
'This man, who is he?!' A deep, obsessive pull took root inside her heart, wrapping around it like vines and refusing to let go. She absolutely knew nothing about this strange man, but a strong feeling of longing was filling her heart and soul completely as she wanted to know everything about him, and she wanted to be near him more than anything.
She did not know what the fuck was wrong with her, but at least she knew one thing for certain.
She needed this man.
She wanted him!
She must have him!!
She will have him!!!
Pressing a hand against her chest and feeling the frantic rhythm beneath her palm, Seekvaira realized that, for the first time in her life, she felt truly alive.
For the first time, she had a real goal beyond following the blueprint her family had laid out for her. A goal she could call her own.
And that goal was him!
Seekvaira's emotional state did not go unnoticed by the yanderes around her. She was surrounded by 13 yanderes, and every single one of them had gone through the same state she was experiencing right now.
As such, they immediately understood what was happening.
Another one would soon be joining their ranks.
"Another one bites the dust!" Aika said sarcastically. She was already reaching for her phone, ready to play Another One Bites The Dust, if Tsubaki had not stopped her with a cold glare.
"Rias, Sona," Seekvaira spoke without taking her eyes off Yusuke. "Do you know the identity of that man?"
For someone to be seated alongside the Maous and the other big shots present, his status had to be on the same level as theirs. The possibility of him even being a God was not out of the question.
"Of course we do," Rias said, tucking a strand of crimson hair behind her ear before leaning closer to Seekvaira. Then, in a low voice, she added, "He is my fiancé."
As she spoke, Rias carefully observed Seekvaira's expression.
For a moment, her face froze completely, then it twisted through a whirlwind of emotions. Loss, anger, helplessness, and determination.
It was a cocktail of feelings twisting across her face in such a short time that it revealed the intense inner turmoil consuming her completely.
"N... no way!" Her face turned deathly pale. Seekvaira muttered helplessly as the color drained completely from her features.
"He is also my fiancé," Sona said as well.
As if another arrow had pierced her heart, she twisted her head mechanically to look at Sona and exclaimed, "How could this be?! How is that even possible?!"
"He is also my fiancé," Tsubaki added calmly.
"Yusuke is my fiancé as well!" The other girls, like Ravel, Yubelluna, and Murayama, also spoke up one after another, and each time one of them declared it another piece of Seekvaira's heart was crushed. This made her heart, which had just been beating with such intense passion, sink deeper and deeper into a painful abyss of despair and heartbreak.
The only person who had not joined in the fun of bullying Seekveira was Akeno.
Her gaze was fixed on the man standing beside Azazel. Her hands were clenched tightly into fists; for the first time in many years, she had seen her father.