Chapter 171: |
“…At least I’ve survived the day.”
Otto checked to see if Sheerazad was truly asleep before moving cautiously.
Careful not to wake her, he propped her up with a pillow and left the bed.
Slowly, he tiptoed barefoot to the bedroom door and opened it very gently.
After making it through the first night without incident, Otto’s stomach churned so much that he froze in place.
“Phew. I thought I was going to die.”
Otto sat down and breathed a sigh of relief.
“…..!”
“…..!”
The knights guarding the bedroom door were stunned to find Otto walking out alive.
“H-How did you!?”
The knight captain Nadia, with a large scar on her face, nearly fainted when she saw Otto still alive, with his eyes steady and bright.
In the last ten years, she hadn’t seen a single man last more than a night, and she was alarmed to see him still breathing.
“Why?”
Otto looked at Nadia and smirked.
“You were hoping I’d be dead, but I’m not, and instead alive?”
“What?”
Nadia’s eyes widened.
“Your gaping mouth….”
“Hit me.”
Otto pushed his head forward, showing his courage.
“Hit me. Go ahead, hit me,” urged Otto.
“…..”
“Pfft. You can’t hit me, and all you can do is snarl.”
“Ba… Bast!!!”
Nadia was furious, but she didn’t dare lay a hand on Otto, who was the Sultan’s property.
Whether to kill him or not.
It was only in the hands of Sheerazad, the Sultan, and no Knight in the Order would attempt to touch Otto, even if it was only a small bit.
Even if it was just a small scratch.
“Okay.”
Nadia flashed a cold smile.
“You’ve managed to survive, but do you think you’ll be able to last two days? Even if your sexual prowess is exceptional, you can’t satisfy the Sultan continuously….”
“Ugh.”
Otto clicked his tongue in disbelief.
“How shallow do people have to be to think like that?”
“What?”
“Well. I don’t know what else you have in your head, other than that. Eugh. How nasty and disgusting.”
Otto scowled at Nadia with contempt.
‘Sheerazad is Sheerazad, but the real scum is this bitch. Pure scumbag.’
Sheerazad was an evil with her own backstory, a reason for her transformation.
Although it can never be excused.
But this Knight Captain, Nadia, was a natural born scoundrel with no such extenuating circumstances.
She was never even a knight in the first place, just a criminal roaming the lands and committing all types of heinous sins.
She became a knight of Sheerazad because she wanted to kill men and do horrible things to them.
“Don’t touch me because I’m exhausted to death.”
“…….”
“If I ever become her husband, I’m going to beat the crap out of you, so shut up and behave yourself, and keep in line, okay?”
With that, Otto walked into the room right next to Sheerazad’s bedroom and collapsed onto the bed.
‘I’m tired, I need to get some sleep.’
He needed to recover enough energy to keep Sheerazad occupied all night tomorrow.
Why?
Because if Otto fell asleep first, he’d be eaten, and then he’d be turned into a relic or a ghoul at some point.
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Otto did the same thing the next day.
And the day after that.
And the day after that, and the day after so on and so forth.
It was an all-time record.
No man had ever survived more than one night, and Otto had managed five.
“You’re…. still alive.”
“…Yes.”
Nadia stammered when Otto made it to the fifth night.
For if Otto truly became Sheerazad’s husband, she feared she might run for her life.
The rumors spread quickly.
“Did you hear? The merchant from abroad is still alive!”
“Has the Sultan really found a suitable match?”
“Eyy. No way. Even he can only do so much.”
“A new record is still a new record.”
Almost everyone in the capital was amazed at Otto’s survival and wondered how long he would last.
After all, he’d made it through five days of the week that Sheerazad had given him, so maybe he could make it through the remaining two?
Another night passed, and morning came.
“Oh my God.”
“If he makes it through tonight, the Sultan will have a new husband.”
“I heard there was a connection.”
“I can’t believe it.”
By the end of the six days, the palace was convinced that Otto would be Sheerazad’s new husband.
He had survived for six days, so they assumed the rest of the night shouldn’t be that difficult.
However, Otto, the man himself, was not so sure.
On the final night.
‘Oh, no. I’m in trouble.’
Otto fretted as he made his way back to Sheerazad’s bedroom.
‘What am I going to do now?’
Over the past six days, he’d pulled out all the stops on every drama he knew, and now he had no idea what to talk about.
He only had one more night to go, and he couldn’t think of anything to talk about.
In fact, it was amazing that he lasted six days.
It’s not that easy to unravel.
Moreover, Sheerazad was not an easy customer.
She was extremely intelligent and insightful.
As a result, Otto had many close calls over the past six days.
‘It seems like the story is dragging on a bit. Isn’t this just a tactic to stretch out the length by dragging it on endlessly?’
‘Oops, I’ll tell the story faster!’
‘This seems like it doesn’t make sense.’
‘No, absolutely not! Let me explain what happened!’
‘Isn’t the main character too stupid?’
‘Yes, it may seem like that, but in reality, it was all part of the protagonist’s plan!’
Whenever a plot hole was found in the story, Sheerazad would point it out like a ghost.
Since Otto isn’t a professional storyteller, and he’s telling a loose adaptation of a drama, it was inevitable that the story would have many discrepancies.
‘I… I’d rather you kill me. Ughh.’
Each time, Otto managed to squeeze through the crisis by sheer force of will, satisfying Sheerazad and surviving another day.
The challenge is tonight.
He needed to get through this night somehow.
“What story do you have for me tonight?”
Sheerazad asked curiously.
“Uh, well.”
Otto didn’t know what to say.
‘What can I tell her? Do I have a decent story?’
Suddenly, Sheerazad’s expression turned feral.
“Are you saying there’s nothing more to tell? You promised there would be many more interesting stories after last night.”
“Guwaaaaah!”
The ghoul chained in the corner of the bedroom growled in response to Sheerazad’s anger, pressuring Otto.
“Oh, no!”
Otto threw up his hands in alarm.
“I was just trying to decide what to tell you!”
“Is that true?”
“Of course! I want to make sure you’re fully satisfied with an even more exciting story! Since I’m already telling one, I might as well make it the most thrilling one!”
Otto hastily began to recount the details of a particular drama he knew.
“Once upon a time, there was a grand mansion where nobles gathered in an ancient empire. At the top floor of this mansion lived the highest-ranking nobles, who held immense power and wealth, controlling the fate of the kingdom…”
Throughout the night, Otto spun tales, mixing gestures and expressions to keep Sheerazad entertained, fearing she might grow bored.
“What happened next? What’s the next story? Tell me quickly!”
“Okay, I’m a little thirsty, so I’ll just get a glass of water.”
During the height of storytelling, however…
“Huh?”
Otto was surprised to see the morning sun rising in the distance.
He was putting forth his utmost effort into storytelling, Otto didn’t even realize that it was morning!
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“It’s truly been seven nights.”
Seeing the morning sun rising, Sheerazad opened her mouth as if she couldn’t believe it herself.
In truth, she had tried to kill Otto many times.
But each time, the stories he told were so entertaining that she couldn’t bring herself to kill him.
Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, and before she knew it, a week had passed.
“You’ve made it through a week.”
“Yes, Sultan.”
Otto gave a small smile.
“You have earned the right to be my husband. No man has ever satisfied me for seven nights.”
“I am glad to hear you are satisfied.”
“This.”
Sheerazad pointed to the necklace she wore around her neck.
“It is the key to a treasure trove of the rarest treasures in this world.”
“Thank you.”
“I haven’t said I’ll give it to you yet.”
“Huh?”
Otto was puzzled.
‘What? Why won’t she give it to me?’
In the original scenario, after seven nights, Sheerazad was supposed to hand over the key.
Saladin, upon receiving the key, would then deliver the following lines
“You are one of the most beautiful women in the world, and you are the Sultan of a neighboring kingdom, the Sahara, and marrying you would be a great opportunity for me.”
“But I cannot marry you. I have the most beloved wife in this world. Even if it costs me my life, I will never betray her. So, I will leave this kingdom with only one precious item from your treasury.”
“Please, from now on, repent for the misdeeds you have committed according to the words of Anan, and become a true holy warrior. If you live like that, someday you will meet a spouse who loves you, and until the day you close your eyes, you can find happiness.”
Hearing these words, Sheerazad was enchanted by Saladin’s virtuous character and repented of her sins.
Afterwards, she sends Saladin off gracefully, and she lives the rest of her life as a penitent holy warrior, eventually becoming a priest serving the gods until the end of her days.
In other words, according to the scenario, she should have handed over the keys and recognized Otto as his husband first.
But listening to her now, there’s not a nuance of acceptance.
“Of course I will give you everything.”
“OMG!”
Sheerazad spun around and mounted Otto.
“But that’s not enough to make you my husband.”
“W-Well, then what do I have to do, what more?”
“I can’t live my whole life listening to your stories.”
“Huh?”
“Mental love is important, but physical love is also important. This is the final test.”
*Rip*
Sheerazad ripped Otto’s robe off, suddenly transforming into a beast.
“Now… satisfy me. If you possess exceptional sexual prowess… then I will indeed recognize you as my husband.”
“W-Wait a minute!!”
“How can your skin be so soft?”, Sheerazad said while stroking Otto’s chest.
“Wait! What are you doing? Ekkkk!”
“I’ve wanted to be embraced by you since the day I first saw you, for I’ve never seen a handsome man like you in all my life. Haa…”
“Aaaahhh!”
“I love killing men. Killing men was my only pleasure. But you. If I could have a handsome man like you by my side for the rest of my life. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to trust a man one last time, so come and embrace me, I’d love to share the pleasures of the sex with you, Whew…”
In the blink of an eye, Sheerazad wrapped her arms around Otto like a snake, and her hot breath puffed out.
“You can’t do this, Stoooop!”
Otto pushed Sheerazad away.
“That’s not what the promise was! The promise! You said you’d take me as your husband after seven nights! Is there such a thing as this?”
“You… do not want to take me in your arms?”
“That’s not it.”
Otto said in frustration.
‘Of course not! I don’t want to die! I have Elise!’
Just then.
“You.”
Sheerazad’s eyes flashed.
“You just thought of another woman.”
“What?”
“My eyes don’t deceive me. You just thought of another woman. Right in front of me… Right in front of me!!!”
“……!”
“I knew it. You’ve kept another woman in your heart, yet you toyed with me!”
Was it because her ex-husband had cheated on her dozens of times?
Sheerazad’s eyes were ghostly.
She could read Otto’s mind from the look on his face in that brief moment.
“In the end, you’re just like the rest. Men, they’re all trash after all.”
“Just calm down and listen to me….”
“I will force myself on you, and I will kill you. You’re too good-looking to let go. I must have you. Forever.”
Sheerazad lunged at Otto.
Otto could not resist.
The collar around his neck prevented him from using his mana, and he was no match for Sheerazad’s strength.
*Slither!*
Sheerazad’s tongue, like a snake’s, stretched out and headed for Otto’s mouth.
The tongue was long, nearly twenty centimeters long.
“From your lips….”
At that moment.
‘Fuck it.’
A split decision.
“Ptui!”
Otto spat at Sheerazad with a thwack.
*Bang!*
A [Vile Death Bead] shot out like a bullet, piercing the center of Sheerazad’s forehead.