Suddenly.

Silvara jolted awake, eyes snapping into perfect clarity in an instant. Her left hand whipped through the air on pure reflex.

SHIIIING!!

The massive claymore materialized with a thunderous roar, the wide blade gleaming, ready to cleave anything that dared threaten them.

But not toward Lucas.

In a fraction of a heartbeat she twisted her body, gripping the claymore two-handed high above her head, parrying something that had streaked straight for Lucas's exposed throat.

KLAAANGG!!!

Sparks exploded in every direction.

She blocked it at the very last possible second. The sheer force shoved her forward, making the situation for Lucas infinitely worse: now she was fully straddling his face, her bare pussy hovering an inch from his nose while she held the sword tensed overhead.

Lucas could only gape upward, eyes bulging, the cool, musky scent of her filling his nostrils. His cock, which had finally calmed down, betrayed him completely and shot back to full attention like the most shameless flagpole, pointing straight up into the attacker's direct line of sight.

The swaying oil lamp illuminated the cave. The would-be assassin was sitting on the ground from the recoil.

She scrambled to her feet, tiny frame shaking violently, right hand still clutching the dagger that had almost ended a life. Light danced over a face pale with terror and fury.

An innocent face. The face of the girl who cleaned the manor every day.

"Liona!?" Silvara blurted, stunned.

"L-Lady Silvara…?! G-GET AWAY FROM HIM!! Get off Young Master Voss right now!! He… he definitely forced you…! I saw the marks with my own eyes…! I-I'll save you!!"

Tears were already streaming down Liona's cheeks, voice cracking.

Silvara stayed in her defensive stance, claymore raised high, breathing hard from just waking up. She glanced down for a split second, realized how insanely incriminating her current position looked, then whipped her glare back to Liona.

"Liona, STOP!! It's not what you think!!"

The dagger shook harder. "Not what I think!? Lady Silvara… he must have hypnotized you or something… I…"

She swallowed, voice trembling with rage.

"I'm not letting that bastard live after he laid a hand on you, Lady Silvara…!!!"

Silvara drew a long, deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly. The madness that had consumed her earlier was gone, swallowed by the cave's silence, her eyes once again the cold steel everyone knew.

In her head she could only grumble:

Tch… if I hadn't lost my damn mind back there, we wouldn't be stuck in this humiliating mess…

Even though she'd just had a full-blown mental breakdown, Silvara wasn't some random knight who panicked easily. No drugs, no poison; just pure, unfiltered emotion. And her brain was still sharper than most swords.

She rose calmly, still completely naked, not a shred of shame on her. One hand shot out and yanked Lucas by the hair while he was still dazed.

"Gah!"

Lucas was forced to half-stand, then shoved down onto his knees in front of her. His cock was still rock-hard, bobbing shamelessly in the cold cave air like a battle flag that had no concept of dignity.

Liona immediately whipped her head away, face flaming red with disgust. "HIIIIH!! D-DON'T POINT THAT THING AT ME!!"

Silvara snorted softly. Her left hand clamped around the back of Lucas's neck, just enough pressure to tilt his face upward.

"Liona. Look closely."

The moment her fingers pressed, the mana inside Lucas flickered. In an instant the arrogant face of Lucian Voss that Liona despised glitched out of existence. Skin shifted, jawline sharpened, eyes turned keener. In two seconds flat, Lucas's real face, not Lucian Voss, was staring right at her.

Liona's eyes went wide. The dagger almost slipped from her hand.

"W-what the…?"

Silvara regarded her with perfect calm.

"He's not from this world. Not the Lucian Voss you know. His name is Lucas. He just… ended up in this body by accident."

Liona stood frozen, gaze darting from Lucas's now much sharper, unfamiliar face, to Silvara, to the still-proudly-erect cock, and back again.

"S-so… Lady Silvara… you weren't…?"

Silvara exhaled heavily. "No. Quite the opposite, actually… I was the one who…" She shook her head hard. "Tch, I'll explain later!"

Liona turned even paler. Brain.exe has stopped working.

At the exact same moment, in the corner of Lucas's vision, the transparent blue panel popped up again, visible only to him.

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[DAMN KING…

Look at you, bro…

Buck naked, rock-hard dick, hair yanked, kneeling in front of two girls, one of whom tried to murder you five minutes ago.

This is peak sadness. Absolute bottom-tier moment.

I'm proud and sorry for you at the same time. ( ⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠ ⁠>⁠ ⁠⁄⁠ω⁠⁄⁠ ⁠<⁠ ⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠ ⁠)⁠ゞ ]

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Lucas just closed his eyes in defeat.

Man… if this is the punchline of my life, I'm rating this whole arc 1 out of 99.

The blue panel instantly flashed into a blinding hot-pink, emoticon morphing into a little grinning devil face.

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[Wait wait wait—

1/99 from a PUN perspective?!

FAIR. Super fair. I'd even give it a 0.5/99 if I could.

But if we're talking CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT…?

MWEHEHEHEHEHEH~

That's a solid 95/100 at minimum, bro!

(⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)⁠っ⁠─⁠∈⁠※⁠※⁠※⁠＊⁠*⁠☆⁠ ]

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Lucas could only stare blankly at the panel.

Fuck you! he cursed in his head.

Silvara was still yanking his hair, Liona was still frozen in shock with the dagger in her hand, and the system panel was cackling like a gremlin in the corner of his vision.

A few minutes later, Lucas and Silvara clothed again.

They stepped out of the cave; the sky was already turning light, the rain reduced to a faint drizzle.

They'd walked barely five meters along the rocky path when Liona, who'd been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke in a tiny voice, face still flushed crimson.

"So… you really aren't him…?"

Lucas let out the longest, most exhausted sigh of his life.

"Yes, Liona. I'm not Lucian Voss. I'm Lucas. From another world. How many times do I have to say it…"

Silvara, walking on his left, suddenly stared hard at the ground, her face exploding bright red. Her brain was replaying the 4K ultra-HD director's cut: herself riding Lucas like a woman possessed, grinding wildly while ordering him to obey, then sealing the deal with that dramatic, tear-soaked "reward" kiss while choking him…

Right now, she looks like someone who got blackout drunk Saturday night and woke up Sunday realizing she'd sent ten paragraphs of cringey love confessions and heart stickers to her ex.

GOD-TIER REGRET.

She ducked her head so low her silver hair became a full curtain, hands clutching the mantle like it was her last lifeline.

Liona didn't notice Silvara dying inside. Instead she bowed even lower, voice dropping to a mosquito-level whisper.

"So… um… my… my underwear…"

Lucas froze mid-step, body going rigid like he'd been electrocuted. His brain instantly flashed back to that warm, majestic, two-day-unwashed piece of fabric the first time it landed in his hands.

Liona was practically folding in on herself, chin almost touching her chest, fingers nervously twisting together.

"You… y-you didn't… s-ss… sniff it… right…?"

The air died.

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