As she felt the cold hand forcibly part her tightly closed thighs, a sudden clarity pierced through the confusion of hallucinations and echoes in her mind. Livia let out a suppressed groan and thought to herself.

What is this? Who’s touching me?

Livia panted and twisted her body, trying to escape the touch. Even with her eyes closed, she still saw the shark vividly, yet she couldn’t convince herself that the hand parting her legs was an illusion.

She wanted to see what was touching her thigh, but a part of her fiercely resisted the idea.

Don’t open your eyes. Why…? Why shouldn’t I?

While she searched for the reason, a cold fingertip brushed her skin through the thin fabric.

“……!”

Startled, she gasped, and nearby, she heard a laugh. It was a cruel laugh, as if someone was enjoying her distress. Some wicked person was laughing.

As she twisted to escape from that wickedness, long, white fingers pushed aside Livia’s underwear and slipped inside. They traced down between her gently closed, plump skin like wings.

“Ah, no… ah!”

Her voice nearly escaped, but instinctively, she bit her lips to hold it back. However, as if sensing that fleeting reaction, the hand touching her paused.

I need to run away.

Even subconsciously, she knew it was time to flee. Amidst the dizziness, she twisted her body, trying to push away whatever was pinning her down with her feet and knees, but it wouldn’t budge. It felt like a rock was pressing down on her, suffocating her.

“Should I let go?”

Suddenly, a soft voice tempted her. Simultaneously, the hand that had paused began to gently rub between her closed skin, pressing her. Livia quickly nodded.

“Say, ‘Please let me go.'”

Just as her quivering lips were about to open on their own, Livia gritted her teeth.

Tsk, she heard a tongue click, and the soothing hand pinched and twisted her cl*toris.

Startled, she gasped and jerked her hips upward, causing the pearl-like flesh to scrape against the man’s fingertips.

The hesitation in her mind vanished the moment Triton slapped her v*lva with water cupped in his palm.

“Le-let go, let go, uh…!”

The one who got what he wanted let out a short laugh.

“Hiding your voice, hiding your eyes…. You’re hiding a lot. So, Livia….”

At that moment, the mocking voice grated on her nerves.

“What are you hiding in here?”

Long, thick fingers slid smoothly between her tightly closed flesh.

In that place, which couldn’t be described as wet, the intruder stirred the narrow passage slightly.

“……!”

Livia’s eyes flew open at the pain, different from when she was bitten by the leech-like bug.

Her chapped lips parted in speechless shock. Through her contracted pupils, she saw a face smiling elegantly, contrasting with the rough and rude fingertips.

“Finally, it’s an honor to see your eyes.”

Ah…. They said the hallucinations would disappear if she opened her eyes, but that wasn’t true. In front of her was still a shark. A shark. More beautiful and fierce than any shark she had ever seen….

No, to be more precise, it was the god of the sea with the eyes of a shark.

Livia stared blankly at Triton with a pale, crumpled face, then slowly lowered her gaze. She wanted to see what was happening to her body.

A large hand attached to a long arm, marked with strange patterns, was delving between her legs. She couldn’t understand why his hand was between her thighs.

“Why, why….”

Her hand, belatedly regaining consciousness, grasped Triton’s shoulder. As she tried to push him away, digging her nails into him, his shoulder pressed even more firmly against her.

“What?”

Feigning innocence, he whispered as he twisted the fingers he had pushed inside her.

“This?”

Her tense body contracted, and she trembled between her legs. A type of pain she had never experienced before surged through her.

“Huh, ugh…!”

“If you can speak, you should say it, Livia. Tell me, what do you want me to stop doing?”

His voice was soft as he whispered while moving his fingers in the narrow opening. That softness only intensified Livia’s shame. His thumb scraped her cl*toris, and his long, thick middle finger parted her inner flesh without hesitation.

Wherever his cool, damp fingertips brushed, heat flared up inside her.

It seemed impossible, yet she felt as if water was pooling between her legs. At some point, the hallucinations and echoes had vanished, but the situation unfolding made her wish for those hallucinations instead.

“It feels like that dirty bug has burrowed inside here….”

“No, no…. Ugh, huh!”

“Really? But there are bite marks here, under your p*ssy.”

How could he say such things….

When Livia stared at him in shock, her eyes wet with tears, he smiled nonchalantly and withdrew his fingers, then thrust them back into her v*ginal entrance. A pained moan escaped from Livia’s lips.

“Why are you surprised? It’s just language, after all…. Or did you think there was a divine language just for referring to a p*ssy?”

“Take it out… take it out, hic! Huh…! Take it out…. Quickly…!”

“Why? You managed to endure a broken leg, eating rotten food, and letting leech bugs feast on your flesh, but you can’t endure this?”

Livia neither denied nor affirmed Triton’s words; she simply shook her head.

His hand moved in and out of her entrance, and as his palm brushed against her swollen cl*toris, her body heated up and tingled against her will.

It was humiliating. Her body’s reaction, so different from her will, responded to the hands of the one mocking her.

“Humans…. Is this embarrassing for you, Livia?”

“Don’t, huff, call my name….”

“Livia, Livia. Livia….”

Ignoring her plea, Triton sang her name softly, as if to taunt her. Meanwhile, his hand continued to stroke her now swollen and sensitive area without pause.

Each time, it was like flint striking sparks, sending small jolts between her legs. The strange and uncomfortable pleasure rising within her shook her to the core. The hand gripping one of her thighs, trying to close, was rough. As her forcibly spread legs were exposed, the shame made her feel like her brain would explode.

“No, huh, eek…!”

“You should see how your p*ssy is constantly twitching.”

“Shut, up, ugh…!”

No one had ever touched between Livia’s legs before. Phedum had attempted something similar a few times but had always failed after being kicked by her.

It wasn’t that she was particularly attached to the idea of virginity, but from a young age, her father had told her that her body was precious. He had said not to let anyone touch her carelessly. If anyone tried to assault her, he had told her to kick them hard in the gr*in.

Following his advice, she had kicked many men in the gr*in, but gods were unaffected by her kicks, which was a problem.

“Hngh… ugh…!”

Every time she tried to suppress the pleasure, her toes curled. His hand, seemingly understanding what she responded to, became increasingly vigorous as it plunged deeper.

Did they say the god of the sea controlled the water? It felt as though Triton’s touch was forcibly drawing out the moisture from within Livia’s body. Otherwise, there was no reason for her to feel wet and experience tingling sensations in this situation, during this act.

This wasn’t right. She despised it. She loathed her body for trembling with pleasure she didn’t want to feel. In response, Livia grasped the golden dagger she had momentarily released.

“Stop it.”

Her breathless voice lacked strength. His indifferent gaze swept over her as she shuddered from his hand lifting and rubbing her dampened lower region. Even though he noticed her gripping the golden dagger tightly, he didn’t react. It was a clear mockery, as if to say, “What harm can you do to me in this state?”

“Fortunately, it seems no bugs have entered this narrow hole.”

“Ah, ah…!”

His fingers, which had somehow become two, spread and closed, violating her inner flesh. The words he spoke while swirling inside her shattered Livia’s last thread of reason.

Panting, she raised the dagger high. With eyes wet and red, she glared at Triton and then plunged it deeply into her own chest.

“……!”

His face froze instantly, as if he hadn’t expected the dagger’s tip to be aimed at Livia herself.