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[42pic] The Bound Blade / 縛られた刀 (Patreon)
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Her tightly braided hair and cool, composed gaze—At first glance, she appeared to be nothing more than a refined and alluring beauty.But beneath that poised exterior lay the deadly precision of a master swordswoman.
—As part of a secret pact, she was handed over to enemy hands as collateral.To uphold her lord's trust—and to preserve her own unshakable pride.
Gentle in appearance, yet steel at her core.The enemy commander, doubting the extent of her strength, decided to "test" her resolve.
Interrogations came in waves, laced with carefully measured cruelty.Fingers brushing across her lips, whispers against her ear,A flush blooming on her cheek—but her eyes never wavered.
Her limbs bound, her voice stifled by a gag—And yet, from deep within, a muffled moan broke free:
“...mm…nngu…nnh…uhh…nnng…guh…nnuh…”
Incomprehensible to the ear—But saturated with defiance, loyalty, and something unbreakably human.
In her heart, she still clung to the warmth of her lord’s hand.Unspoken emotions. A love that could never be returned.Yet that silent devotion was the last light that kept her soul upright.
The torment didn’t end.Beneath the layers of fabric, her body grew slick with sweat,her breath ragged, her will unmoved.Each moment of endurance added to her quiet, unwavering beauty.
—And in the end, the enemy commander trembled.Because this woman would not break.She was not prey, not victim, but a blade—Elegant, flexible, and utterly unyielding.
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きっちりと編み込まれた三つ編み、涼しげな眼差し──一見すれば、ただの艶やかな美女に過ぎなかった。だが、その本性は、並ぶ者なき剣客だった。
──ある密約のため、彼女は担保として敵陣へ預けられる。君主の信頼に応えるため、そして己の矜持を守るために。
見た目は柔和、だが内には鋼を秘めた女。その正体を疑った敵将は、彼女を“揺さぶる”ことにした。
押し寄せる尋問、巧妙な責め──唇をなぞる指先、耳元で囁かれる言葉、わずかに紅潮する頬、しかし揺らぐことのない瞳。
拘束され、言葉さえ封じられた彼女の口には猿轡。それでも、呻くように、喉の奥から搾り出された。
「……う……んぐぅ……ん゛……うう、んんっ……ぐ、ぅんぅ……！」
意味はもう誰にも分からない。だが、その呻きに込められた忠義と執念は、確かに届いていた。
彼女の心には、君主の手に触れたときの温もりが残っていた。言葉にされぬ想い、決して届かぬ愛情──けれどそれは、彼女の芯を支える最後の灯だった。
責めは続く。上布の奥に潜む肢体、滲む汗、吐息の熱──理性と忠義が交差するたびに、彼女の“耐え”は美しさを増していく。
──その姿に、敵将は戦慄すら覚えた。なぜならその女は、壊れない。艶やかで、しなやかで、決して折れぬ剣そのものだったから。
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