Reincarnated as a Mob in an Otome Game, but the Characters Were Worse Than I Expected, So I Crushed Them All and Destroyed the Story - Chapter 46: Mob Realizes He's at the Crossroads of a Warrior's Path and a Pervert's Path

Chapter 46: Mob Realizes He’s at the Crossroads of a Warrior’s Path and a Pervert’s Path

“Yes, that’s perfect. Now then… time for your punishment for saying something rude to me.”

“Eh…?”

With that merciless declaration from Charlotte, Lisa’s face instantly went pale.

Apparently, Charlotte still hadn’t forgotten what Lisa said earlier.

Wasn’t she supposed to be a hardcore masochist? Why is the sadist version of her suddenly taking over!?

“U-Um… Lady Charlotte… What exactly do you mean by ‘punishment’…?”

“Obviously, something super embarrassing. We’ll keep going until the shame starts to feel good… ♡”

Absolutely brutal.

If she were the type of pervert who only involved herself—or at least only people who agreed to it—it wouldn’t be so bad.

But the pervert in front of me? She’s not just falling into depravity herself—she’s dragging others down with her too.

Honestly, what a nuisance.

[Master… that Lisa girl? She kinda looks like she really doesn’t want to do this. Are you not going to help her?]

(And what exactly am I supposed to do against Charlotte? You think I can stop her?)

[You’re her “Master,” aren’t you? Kinda pathetic, don’t you think?]

(Shut it. Besides, Lisa admires Charlotte deeply, right? So no matter what happens, deep down she’s probably happy. Right? Totally happy.)

[…Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Ignoring someone in trouble is just plain scummy, you know?]

Lana’s painfully honest words stabbed straight through my heart.

But seriously… I can’t save her…

This cat-eared pervert in front of me is way beyond my control…

“Say, Master… how should we discip— I mean, punish Lisa? I think it’s time we thoroughly taught her the joys of being a proper little pup…”

Did she seriously just almost say discipline out loud?

That was 100% on purpose, wasn’t it?

Also, “the joys of being a pup” is definitely not something you say about another human being.

Those words were so outrageous I didn’t even know how to respond.

“Uh… I mean, do we really need to punish her? I doubt Lisa said that out of hate or anything.”

“The reason doesn’t matter. What matters is… we need to bring her over to this side…♡”

T-This girl…!

This is a perversion-based terrorist attack…!

You’re telling me the reason doesn’t matter? You’re just dragging her down for fun!?

That’s literally ideological corruption! What about poor Lisa!? What about me!?

“A-Um… Lady Charlotte… I’m truly, deeply sorry! I sincerely apologize for what I said earlier! So please—!”

“Hmm… What do you think, Master?”

“I think we should just forgive her.”

“I see. Then punishment it is.”

…Was there any point in asking me?

She asked, but then immediately ignored it and sentenced Lisa to the punishment route without even blinking.

What was the point of involving me!?

“But don’t worry, Lisa.”

“Lady Charlotte…?”

As Lisa stood frozen in despair, Charlotte gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

Her smile was warm and full of kindness.

For a moment, I thought maybe—just maybe—Charlotte didn’t actually intend to drag Lisa into this mess after all—

“I’ll take the punishment with you, Lisa. Let’s do our best together, okay?”

I almost fell out of my sofa.

I had to question my ears for even picking up those words. And my brain for actually processing them.

Take the punishment with her? You were the one who decided the punishment in the first place!?

(YOUUUUU!!! You can’t just sentence someone, then casually throw yourself in like you’re some kind of hero! What kind of move is that—shove someone off a cliff, then jump after them like you’re in it together!? And if both of you are on the punishment side now… that means—)

“I’ll leave the punishment to you, Master.”

(KNEW IT AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!?!??!)

There are three people in this room.

Two are getting punished.

The one left?

Yeah. Even an elementary school student could figure out who’s doing the punishing.

…Though whether or not this is suitable content for a grade school reading test is definitely questionable.

“Fufu… two beautiful young ladies, awaiting punishment… I wonder what’s going to happen to us…?”

“L-Lady Charlotte…”

Charlotte gently placed her hands on Lisa’s shoulders and whispered into her ear.

Visually, it was a treat—had that soft, almost yuri-like vibe going on.

But the problem was… I wasn’t just a spectator here. I was the guy stuck between that yuri scene.

And worse yet, I was being roped into some unavoidable, top-tier pervert play—like it was part of the default settings.

(Lana… what’s the right move here? What the hell do I do…?)

[Don’t ask me that. You’re the one who’s been tolerating all this freaky nonsense. I’ve already hit my limit for how much support I can offer on this kind of thing.]

(Excuse you, but the real perverts are the two right in front of us—not me.)

Still… if Lana ever actually gave me tips on how to run a shame-play scenario, I think my brain would just shut down.

She’s a battle junkie, sure, but she’s not a pervert.

…At most, she’s a weird spirit. But not that kind of weird.

(What do I even do…? Honestly, I already used up all my “creative ideas” on that cat play stuff…)

Let me be clear: I am not a pervert.

Which means I don’t have an arsenal of shame-based roleplay ideas to pull from.

Back then, I wracked my brain and somehow came up with the whole “cat play” thing—as a last resort.

(Back in my old life, I managed to survive even strict challenge runs using clever thinking and mental gymnastics. So this time too… hmm? Wait a sec. “Challenge run”…?)

To a gamer, the words “challenge run” bring to mind a brutal path—clearing a game under strict self-imposed limits, using every mechanic available to survive.

But to a pervert?

Those same words instantly transform into something indecent.

Suddenly, “challenge” becomes “restraints,” and what was once noble endurance becomes the ultimate humiliation—a road walked only by the elite of perverts.

“…Would it be alright if I went out for a bit? There’s something I need to buy. What we have here just isn’t enough.”

“…Fufu, is that so? If you want to go, then go.”

“You’re letting me?”

“If you try to run, then no. But right now… you’re wearing a very good expression.”

“A good expression…?”

(Wait… does she mean I’ve started to look like a pervert too? No way. No no no…)

Let’s just pretend she meant handsome.

Even though I was surrounded by pretty boys and prince-type characters, and my face screamed “generic background mob,” I shoved that uncomfortable reality to the back of my mind.

It was a matter of mental health at this point.

“Alright then. I’ll be back. Just wait here for a bit.”

With that, I grabbed my wallet and headed out the door.

◇◆◇

One hour later.

When I returned to the room with the things I bought, Charlotte had Lisa cornered.

Both of them were still in costume, so the scene looked like a frightened puppy being hunted by a mischievous stray cat.

“I’m back.”

“Oh, welcome back. What a shame—I was just starting to have fun with Lisa.”

Shouldn’t that be “fun with Lisa” or more accurately “fun at Lisa’s expense”?

Yeah, no. Better not say that out loud.

Some things are best left untouched.

“Anyway, we’re using this today.”

I held back a sigh and took out the items I’d bought, setting them out on the table one by one.

“Wait… are those…”

“You like this kind of stuff, don’t you?”

On the table lay a disturbingly long rope, a pair of handcuffs, and various other things you definitely wouldn’t find in your average household.

Charlotte’s eyes sparkled like a kid on Christmas morning.

Too bad she wasn’t a pure, innocent girl—but a certified pervert who had fully embraced the dark path.

“Hehe… Now this is getting interesting…”

She turned her glowing gaze toward Lisa.

Lisa, with tears welling up in her eyes, gave the tiniest shake of her head—trembling all the while.