An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge Chapter 137 Damsels in Distress [2]

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Alicia, too, wasn't idle.

When one of the n lunged at her, thinking her an easier target, she reacted instantly. Ducking beneath his outstretched arms, she drove her knee into his stomach. He coughed violently, stumbling back, but she wasn't finished. She grabbed his arm, twisting it at an unnatural angle before throwing him onto the ground with sheer force.

The man groaned in pain, clutching his side.

But soon she was subdued and one man kept her pinned down.

Now Eveline was alone against the remaining four n.

Ignoring the fallen man, who continued to writhe in pain from her earlier counterattack, the saintess moved with swift precision, her body a testant to years of training. Though danger lood, a faint part of her heart hoped that the injured man would recover quickly. Her commitnt to goodness and rcy remained unshaken, even in the direst of situations.

The four remaining assailants, initially caught off guard by their comrade's swift defeat, quickly regained their composure. They circled, their eyes filled with renewed malice. The air around them thickened with tension, and the alleyway felt smaller with each step they took toward her.

She adjusted her stance, her every movent precise and calculated. Her training and experience surged within her, and although a part of her longed to call upon her divine combat arts, she resisted the temptation. Using such power would be lethal, and she refused to kill unless absolutely necessary. Instead, she steeled herself to rely on her martial prowess, determined to subdue the attackers without causing permanent harm.

"Get her!" one of the n shouted, his voice tinged with frustration. In that instant, all five attackers lunged at her in unison, their desperation palpable. But their efforts were futile against the saintess's honed reflexes and strength.

To her left, the first man ca at her with reckless aggression. In a fluid motion, she pivoted, unleashing a powerful kick to his chest. The force of the strike sent him reeling backward, his breath leaving his body in a painful gasp as he struggled to stay upright.

Before the second assailant could react, she spun gracefully, delivering a precise karate-like punch directly to his face. The blow landed with brutal force, instantly reddening his cheek and leaving him stunned. His features twisted in pain and shock as the saintess's fist connected, and he staggered back, dazed and disoriented.

The remaining two attackers, sensing the shift in montum, tried to catch her off guard by attacking from opposite directions. At first, it seed their tactic might succeed, forcing the saintess to montarily divide her attention between them.

But her focus remained unshakable. She watched their every movent with practiced precision, anticipating their strikes. The first man aid a punch directly at her abdon, but she was faster. With flawless timing, she seized his outstretched arm, twisting it with ease. The divine strength coursing through her gave her a significant advantage, and she used it to hurl him with effortless force toward his companion.

"Ahg!" The two n scread in agony as they collided with each other, their plans to outmaneuver the saintess backfiring in a painful and humiliating defeat. The saintess stood her ground, her expression calm and composed as she surveyed the scene, knowing that her martial prowess and divine strength had proven to be more than a match for their brutal attacks.

"Haah!" The first assailant she had incapacitated seed to have recovered. With a savage growl, he charged at her once more, knife in hand. His desperation was evident, but it didn't faze the saintess. She swiftly pivoted, her body flowing with practiced ease as she dodged the slash aid at her. The man's montum carried him too far, leaving him wide open. Without hesitation, the saintess closed the gap, delivering a knee strike directly to his stomach.

The force sent him soaring several ters into the air, the breath knocked out of him as he struggled to regain control of his body. He crashed to the ground, unable to rise.

The saintess paused, her senses alert. Her vigilance paid off as she heard sothing hurtling through the air. Without a second thought, she tilted her head just in ti to dodge a large rock thrown in her direction. The projectile whizzed past her, and before she could react, more rocks and random debris ca at her from all directions.

"Pathetic," she thought to herself, narrowly avoiding each item. The assailants, seeing the saintess's grace under pressure, had resorted to desperation. They hurled rocks, bottles, anything they could grab, hoping to overwhelm her with sheer numbers.

Her focus remained steady, but one of the n, seeing her absorbed in deflecting the flying debris, seized the opportunity to throw sothing else. This ti, it wasn't just a rock.

A glass vial sailed through the air, and before she could react, it shattered against her arm. The contents sprayed outward, so of it splashing against her face and body. At first, she thought it was rely water or a harmless substance, but almost imdiately, she felt a strange warmth spreading through her skin. Her heart rate quickened, and her breaths grew shallow.

Her vision blurred for a mont, and her body began to tremble involuntarily. The effects were swift and potent. The saintess struggled to remain composed as her body began heating up, her muscles tightening with discomfort. A wave of dizziness hit her, causing her to stumble backward, her normally steady stance faltering.

"What's happening...?" she thought in confusion, trying to steady herself. But her focus was slipping. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt before—an overwhelming, suffocating heat building up within her.

"Hahaha, good job, Fred!" one of the n laughed, his voice tinged with triumph as he watched the saintess falter, her body betraying her. His companions joined in, their laughter echoing in the alley as they saw the once-powerful saintess brought to her knees.

Her breaths ca in ragged gasps as the liquid continued to course through her veins, heightening her physical senses and sensations. The saintess's face flushed, her usual composure shattered by the effects of the vial's contents. The heat in her body was growing unbearable, and her thoughts beca clouded with every passing second.

Eveline writhed in agony, her body growing unbearably hot as confusion and fear clouded her thoughts. A strange heat pulsed through her veins, twisting her senses. "What's happening to ?" she thought, her vision blurring as the world spun around her.

"Ahh!" she scread as a brutal kick slamd into her stomach, knocking the air from her lungs.

"You gave us a lot of trouble, didn't you, bitch?" one of the n sneered, his tone dripping with malice.

"Don't go too far. We still need them in one piece," another chuckled darkly.

"Oh, right! Wouldn't want to break our toys before we even get to play," the first one laughed, the others joining in, their voices thick with wicked anticipation.

From his pocket, one of them pulled out two small vials filled with a thick, pink liquid.

"Open your mouth, slut," he commanded, slapping Eveline hard before prying her lips open and forcing the liquid down her throat.

Alicia gasped in horror, struggling against her restraints, but another man grabbed her by the chin, pouring the sa concoction into her mouth before she could resist.

She coughed, the sickly-sweet taste burning down her throat. "What… what did you just give us?!" she demanded, her voice trembling with rage and dread.

Laughter filled the air.

"A little sothing special. An aphrodisiac. In a few minutes, you'll be begging for us to fuck you," one of them said with a wicked grin.

"We're not the kind of guys who like to force things, you know," another added mockingly.

Their laughter echoed through the dimly lit space, the air thick with impending doom.

Alicia and Eveline's eyes widened in sheer horror, their bodies still trembling from the effects of the unknown substance. Panic clawed at their chests as their last shreds of hope threatened to crumble.

Alicia and Eveline's eyes widened in sheer horror, their bodies still trembling from the unknown substance coursing through their veins. Panic clawed at their chests, threatening to shatter their last sliver of hope.

Their minds were clouded in a haze of pain and confusion as rough hands seized their arms, yanking them apart. One man gripped Eveline's wrists while another forced her legs open. A third unzipped his pants, his lecherous grin widening as he declared, "I'll go first."

The others snickered, their twisted anticipation filling the air.

Alicia and Eveline's faces twisted in sheer terror. The saintess, still dazed, finally grasped the direness of their situation. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she struggled against the iron grip holding her down.

"Nooo!" Eveline scread, thrashing wildly.

But her cries only seed to amuse them. The man who had unzipped his pants chuckled as he stepped closer, relishing in her helplessness.

Then—

His laughter was cut short.

A sickening sound echoed through the room. Schlck.

The man's body twitched unnaturally before his head vanished from his shoulders. Blood sprayed into the air in a grueso arc as his severed head tumbled to the ground, rolling to a stop at his companions' feet.

The room fell into a suffocating silence.

The remaining n stared in frozen horror, their minds struggling to process what had just happened. Even Alicia and Eveline, lost in their haze of fear, had fallen eerily still.

Then—

Thump.

The headless body collapsed, sending a dull echo through the room.

A voice, calm yet laced with an unmistakable edge of fury, broke the silence.

"I told you the slums weren't a good place, didn't I?"

The girls' breath hitched. That voice—

Arthur.

Relief washed over them even as the weight of the mont pressed down on their trembling bodies.

Arthur had arrived.

He stood amidst the carnage, his blade still dripping with fresh blood, his piercing gaze colder than death itself. He had teleported just in ti to witness the scene before him—and his fury was absolute.

Without hesitation, without rcy, he had struck. The first to defile them never even got the chance to realize he was dead.