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[You\'ve Slain Monica (Level 11). You\'ve gained 151 XP.]

Only 151 for the higher leveled one? I then quickly realize that Rebecca was the one whom I stabbed previously, while I only dealt the final blow to Monica.

"W-what are you doing?! Because their master tried to claim our lives the slaves would\'ve become our properties! You\'ve just wasted multiple gold coins! Yeah, they were bleeding, but their lives were not in danger!" He screeches with irritation and disbelief, his previous beholden attitude nowhere to be seen.

"We can\'t leave witnesses." I answer his inquiry curtly and nonchalantly.

"Huh?" He looks at me with bewilderment in his eyes.

Ayame walks up to him and delivers a sucker punch straight into his unsuspecting, triple chinned face, crashing him into the nearby wall. "You\'ve tormented Blossom for years!" She expresses furiously.

He raises his hands defensively but Ayame\'s overwhelming follow-up blow simply breaks his wrists before finding their target; his face. "You\'ve treated her like a brainless, filthy mongrel, destroying her sense of self-worth!"

A giant crater is formed in the stone wall as she delivers her next punch, this time to his rotund stomach. "You\'ve beaten her so much that she is borderline numb to pain!" She shouts, recalling how Blossom didn\'t flinch when Ayame realigned her dislocated ankle after the troll fight.

I watch the handiwork of my lovely companion with amazement. I knew she wasn\'t a timid girl at all when the situation called for it, but this is the first time I see her outright bully someone.

Ian spits out his dinner alongside a mouthful of blood and slumps to the ground, barely conscious. Ayame slaps him a few times. "Wake up, you obese slob. I\'m not done with you just yet. Quinlan, please hold him down."

Oh? Now I\'m curious what she needs my assistance with. I\'ve had my own machinations ready to be unleashed on Ian, but it seems she\'s got things under control. I will let her indulge for now, and if her torture turns out to be too lighthearted I will take over.

Ayame grabs his legs and pulls him away from the wall so that I can get behind him. I crouch down and hold both of his arms firmly.

"Shut his mouth instead. He will scream. His broken wrists are not an issue, he can\'t use them to resist against me."

Ayame pulls Ian\'s trousers down, revealing his enormously thick thighs and lower stomach and exposing his pecker as his undergarments were nowhere to be found. Next to the giant slabs of fat, it looks pathetically small. Well, it\'s safe to say that I\'m utterly disgusted by the sight.

Ayame shows no reaction and simply walks away to pick up her dropped sword, then returns, her eyes filled with cold determination. With one hand, she grabs his rod and family jewels into her gauntlet-protected palm and pulls, stretching them out.

"Hold him steady, Quinlan, and make sure he stays quiet." she instructs, her voice is oozing with cruelty and an uncharacteristic, sadistic grin appears on her face.

Ian starts to thrash, sensing the impending doom. I\'m struggling to keep him in place. Even with his broken wrists and numerous injuries, he has the strength of desperation. He writhes and bucks, but I manage to pin him down after some serious effort, after which I use my right hand to obstruct his mouth.

Ayame tightens her grip on his genitals, causing him to squeal like a pig. She brings the edge of her sword to the base of his manhood. "Good riddance." she says, her voice sending chills down my spine. As a fellow man this is a bit too much for me, but Ayame doesn\'t seem to share my emotional concerns.

Ian\'s eyes widen in terror, and he lets out a guttural scream which I muffle to the best of my ability with my hand as Ayame begins her ruthless work. The sword slices through his flesh with a sickening sound, tearing skin apart mercilessly as blood sprays everywhere.

Ian\'s screams reach a new pitch, his body convulsing violently. I grimace but don\'t avert my eyes. I want to observe the handiwork of my partner. I can tell that she is deliberately castrating him as slow as possible to maximize his moments spent experiencing utter agony.

I didn\'t know my cute and adorable samurai could be this much of a savage. She had shown signs of it during the goblin fight but back then it was a fight for survival, and against monsters at that. Now she is just satisfying her psychological need for vengeance with utter cruelty.

She is just too beautiful to describe in this moment. I think I\'m falling for her all over again.

"Shut his mouth with both hands!" Ayame instructs.

I oblige, clamping my other hand over Ian\'s mouth, silencing his screams. He bites down on my fingers, but thanks to my starforged gauntlets I don\'t feel a thing, so I hold firm, refusing to let go. Ayame continues, unrelenting, her face a hellish mix of cold fury and sadistic pleasure. Ian\'s struggles become more frantic as she works, his screams turning into choked sobs against my hand.

Ayame\'s sword, after what feels like an hour finally slices cleanly through, and Ian\'s body convulses one last time as she completes the brutal genital mutilation procedure. Blood pours from the wound, pooling on the ground. Ian\'s eyes roll back in his head, and he begins to froth at the mouth. His struggles weaken, then cease altogether as he goes limp in my grasp.

I release my hold on him and stand up after wiping my bloodied hands on his clothes. Ayame drops the severed body part onto the ground and looks at me, her expression still hard but with a glimmer of complete, blissful satisfaction.

She then leans over the unconscious Ian and delivers a merciless, full force punch, smashing his skull and all its insides onto the pavement, making a pancake out of his head.

Damn, girl. I thought I was supposed to be the villain?