Honkai Star Rail: Corruption System

Firefly's piercing denial instantly tore through the oppressive, heavy air in the warehouse. The end of her voice even carried a violent tremor, on the verge of collapse. Her reaction was so abrupt, so intense. It even made Sparkle, who had been watching with great interest and enjoying the chaos, turn her head slightly, a flicker of surprise in her pink pupils.

Aventurine's iris-hued eyes, which seemed to hold countless calculations, narrowed slightly. His gaze locked onto Firefly's face, which had lost all color and was as pale as paper, a playful curve touching his lips.

"Oh? Why is this young lady so agitated?" Aventurine's voice carried a unique, magnificent yet dangerous magnetism. "This... special guide who can 'bring death' seems to fill you with extraordinary fear. I'm suddenly very curious, do you know something?"

"..."

Firefly was momentarily speechless.

Daziel's gaze fell on Firefly's tightly clenched fists, her knuckles white. He caught the uncontrollable trembling of her body. He keenly sensed that her panic didn't stem from simple opposition, but more like she was desperately trying to hide a secret buried deep within her heart.

"Firefly." Daziel's voice wasn't loud, yet it carried a strange, penetrating quality, so calm it was almost cruel. "You, come with me for a moment. I have something to ask you."

Sparkle almost immediately bounced over, her eyes sparkling with a childlike yet malicious curiosity, her twin pigtails swaying with her movements.

"Oh my, oh my? Is there some secret that we 'outsiders' aren't allowed to hear?" Sparkle dragged out her words, with a hint of feigned, aggrieved complaint. "Big Brother Daziel is becoming more and more biased, isn't he? Now that he has the lovely little sister Firefly, he's even wary of me."

Daziel paid no heed to Sparkle's clearly provocative teasing. He simply reached out, his fingertips slightly cool, yet firmly grasping Firefly's alarmingly cold wrist. The touch made Firefly shudder, as if scalded, yet she didn't dare to pull away. Daziel led her, like guiding a soulless puppet, to a relatively secluded corner in the depths of the warehouse, piled high with discarded junk. Only after confirming that Aventurine and Sparkle, though curious, hadn't actually brazenly followed to eavesdrop, did Daziel slowly release her hand. His deep, grey-gold eyes calmly observed the girl before him, still visibly shaken, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her chest heaving violently.

Firefly took several deep breaths, trying to calm the tempest in her heart. But her voice still trembled uncontrollably, her eyes darting away as she began evasively.

"Mr. Aventurine... the person he mentioned... I, I think I... know a little something..." Her voice dropped, filled with a reverence for fate and unease. "But, absolutely not! We absolutely cannot let her... draw her blade here... Something terrible will happen! Absolutely not!"

A faint light flickered in Daziel's grey-gold eyes, as if piercing through the deliberate obfuscation behind her chaotic words.

"Let me guess," Daziel's voice was flat, yet it struck like a giant stone dropped into a calm lake. "This has something to do with the script Elio told you, doesn't it?"

As if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning, Firefly abruptly lifted her head, her once clear eyes instantly filled with incredible shock and panic!

"You... How could you... How could you know about Elio's script?!"

"Not only do I know that," Daziel's tone remained flat, as if merely stating an insignificant fact, but the information he revealed exploded like thunder in Firefly's ears. "I also know your true identity."

"The Stellaron Hunter, codenamed Sam, right?"

Firefly's body froze completely, as if instantly encased in ice. Her lips parted slightly, unconsciously, but no sound came out, her mind a complete blank. The look in her eyes as she stared at Daziel underwent a complex shift in a short span, from extreme horror to bewildered helplessness, and then to a kind of bitter, resigned acceptance.

"You... How could you possibly... Kafka and Silver Wolf, they shouldn't have..."

"It has nothing to do with them." Daziel cut off her speculation curtly. "I naturally have my own sources of information and methods to know everything I need to know." He paused, his gaze sweeping over her slightly thin dress, now stained with some dust, his tone carrying a barely perceptible scrutiny. "All this way, disguising yourself as a weak, helpless, innocent, and pure amnesiac girl... it must have been... very hard, hasn't it?"

As if a heavy burden she had carried for a long time was instantly shattered by these words, Firefly let out a long, endlessly weary sigh. A bitter smile, mixed with relief and helplessness, slowly appeared on her pale lips.

"If I had known... you knew everything all along, I wouldn't have... wouldn't have gone to such lengths to play that role." Her voice trailed off, filled with a sense of exhaustion that came with dropping the facade.

"Then, back to the main topic." Daziel didn't give her much time for emotion/reflection, cutting straight to the core. "Elio's prophecy, or rather, the script he wrote for you, regarding that 'Emanator' part, how exactly is it arranged?"

Mentioning the "script," Firefly's expression immediately became grave again. She struggled to recall the obscure, symbolic, and suggestive fragments in her mind.

"The script... the script didn't specify the details, it only used the strongest terms to repeatedly emphasize one point..." Her voice dropped, filled with a reverence for fate and unease. "No matter what happens, that Emanator who walks the border of 'Nihility' must absolutely not be allowed to draw her blade in Penacony's core heartland—that is, these prosperous dreamscape areas where we currently are."

"Once she displays the power of 'Nihility' here..." Firefly's face turned a shade paler. "The consequences... would be unimaginable."

"This is troublesome." Daziel's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing together. "If she can't make a move, can't manifest the concept of 'death' here, how can we break Penacony's dazzling, decadent illusion?"

"How can Aventurine prove to everyone, in broad daylight, that 'death' is a real threat in this land of beautiful dreams?" Although he himself possessed Emanator-level power, Daziel didn't want to personally intervene if possible. Once he used power of that magnitude in Penacony, he would definitely be "invited" out of Penacony by the Family. Just like in the original plot, after Acheron slashed open Aventurine's domain and the dreamscape, she was forced to leave. It wasn't yet time to play his trump card.

"Elio... didn't provide a clear alternative solution." Firefly's voice dropped lower, filled with an almost fated sense of bewilderment and helplessness. "The script just... it just mentioned... my 'first death,' it seems... it seems it's about to happen."

A jolt went through Daziel. He accurately caught the unusual, emotionally charged words in her sentence.

"'First death'? Now?"

A strange blush crept up Firefly's cheeks without warning, even spreading to her fair neck. Her eyes began to dart around frantically, not daring to meet Daziel's gaze, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, filled with extreme shame.

"Elio said... he said my first death... the trigger... is, is needing to... witness you... twice... do, do that kind of... that kind of thing afterwards..." Her words stopped abruptly here, as if the following words were too scalding to utter. But just a few seconds later, as if she had made some kind of decision, she suddenly lifted her head. Her moist eyes held a mixture of utter shame, unspeakable fear, and a... An almost insane, peculiar desperation!

"Before... I never understood what that sentence meant... but... seeing you just now... just now with Miss Robin... and now..."

"I think... I think now... I finally understand..."

"What exactly do you understand?" Daziel pressed, a strong, ominous premonition suddenly rising in his heart.

The next second, Firefly's action was something that even Daziel, with his hardened disposition, was completely unprepared for. With trembling hands, her fingertips icy cold, with a kind of reckless abandon, she slowly, bit by bit, lifted a corner of her own skirt! Underneath the thin fabric, the close-fitting garment that should have been immaculately white was already clinging to her skin. The extent of the wetness was far more shocking than what he had seen earlier at the warehouse entrance when Sparkle had deliberately lifted it. It was almost as if... Just as it was said before— Certain emotions and desires that had been forcibly suppressed, once ignited by external words and suggestions, were like a wildfire, no longer easily extinguished. Evidently, Firefly had been in this state for a long time, just without release.

"I think, my... first death..." Firefly's voice was thick with sobs, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face. But her eyes were astonishingly bright, containing a scorching, self-destructive, do-or-die determination. "Should... should be... what Elio prophesied... 'ecstasy unto death'..."

"By... by you... personally... bestowing upon me... that death..." Her eyes became hazy and fanatical, like the most devout believer gazing upon their one true deity, staring straight at Daziel, completely and utterly. As if he were her only salvation at this moment, and also her ultimate destiny.

"Please... punish me..." Firefly's voice was broken, thick with a nasal tone and trembling. "Punish this... this me, who has been completely defiled... by uncontrollable lust..." She uncontrollably leaned forward a small step, the distance between them instantly shrinking to almost nothing. Firefly's scorching breath, carrying a sweet, moist vapor, almost sprayed onto Daziel's face as she uttered a request that would leave any normal person dumbfounded:

"...Please... fuck me to death..."

Daziel's pupils constricted sharply! Even he, who had experienced the bodies of countless women, whose heart was already as hard as stone, was stunned for a moment by this sudden, almost pathologically craving request.

"...Right here?" His voice, for the first time, carried a hint of unbelievable hoarseness.

"Yes... ri-right here..." Firefly nodded vigorously, tears mixing with a strange, almost frenzied excitement, streaming down her face. "Later... I'm afraid... I'm afraid there won't be enough time..."

"This is... this is the script's arrangement... and it's... it's the only way... I can think of... to break the deadlock..." She seemed to remember something else and hurriedly added, her voice trembling even more violently from shame and urgency, "Mr. Aventurine and Spar... they're still nearby... I, I'll try... I'll try my best... not to make a sound..."

"You can... cover my mouth... or... or use something else... to gag me..."

Daziel silently looked at the girl before him, teary-eyed, her body trembling violently from extreme shame and a pathological desire. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

What is all this? That quack Elio's script is getting more and more outrageous! This silly girl Firefly... She isn't actually interpreting that thing as some kind of... Revelation or an erotic novel, is she?!

He remained silent for a moment. In the corner of the warehouse, only Firefly's suppressed gasps and soft sobs could be heard. Finally, Daziel let out a low sigh, tinged with a certain absurdity and helplessness.

"..."

"I really don't know what to do with you." He slowly reached out, his slender fingertips, carrying a chill that seemed to freeze the soul, gently caressed Firefly's cheek, which was already flushed and astonishingly hot from tears and sweat.

"Since this is the 'script's' requirement..."

"Since you have prayed so sincerely..." Daziel's fingertips pressed slightly, forcing Firefly to lift her tear-streaked face, which yet burned with a strange radiance, to look directly into his bottomless grey-gold eyes. "Then I shall... be merciful."

"And bestow upon you this first... sweet 'death'."

Firefly's body trembled violently, as if struck by these words that seemed to bestow a supreme blessing. An almost faith-like, dazzlingly brilliant light instantly erupted in her eyes! Tears flowed even more fiercely, yet they carried a rapturous joy, as if a heavy burden had been lifted and a cherished wish fulfilled.

"Thank you... Lord Daziel... thank you..." Her voice was choked, broken, yet it carried a heart-wrenching devotion and fervor. "Thank you... for being willing... willing to... fuck me to death..."

Daziel didn't respond. His expression was unreadable—a mix of irritation at the absurd situation and a hint of genuine curiosity. What the hell kind of script did Elio write for this poor girl? It felt more like a cheap porn movie plot.

He simply took a step forward, cornering her against a stack of old, dusty crates. The smell of mold and rusted metal mixed with the sweet, desperate perfume clinging to her.

With one hand, he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head, pressing them against the cold wood. Firefly let out a high-pitched moan—a choked, half-aroused sound. With his other hand, Daziel gripped the hem of her dress.

He lifted the skirt without resistance, raising it unceremoniously and exposing everything. Her panties were already a lost cause—a soaked, hot rag clinging to her skin, perfectly outlining the swollen lips of her pussy. There was so much wetness that it had already trickled down her thighs, leaving a glistening trail on her pale skin.

"You asked for punishment," Daziel's voice was a low growl, almost in her ear. "Let's see if you can take it."

Firefly gasped, her body trembling violently. "Y-yes... please..."

Daziel needed no further invitation. He didn't even bother removing her panties—just pushed them aside with the tip of his cock, already hard as stone and throbbing painfully inside his pants. The contact of his slick, pre-cum-covered head against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh made her scream, a sound she tried to muffle by turning her face into his shoulder.

"Ssshh," he ordered, his voice ice-cold. "You said you'd try not to make noise."

She nodded frantically, biting her lip hard to stifle the sounds. Tears still streamed down.

Daziel aligned the head of his cock with her tight, pink entrance. Even with all her natural lubrication, the opening looked ridiculously small compared to his size.

"I'm going in," he whispered—then, with a single brutal thrust, he invaded her.

"HNNNGGKKK!"

Firefly's scream was completely muffled against his chest. It was a guttural sound, pure pain and overwhelming pleasure. She felt like she was being split in half. It was tight. Burning. Perfect. Her hymen was obliterated without ceremony. Blood and fluids mixed, creating a hot, primal slickness.

He stayed still for a second, letting her body adjust to the brutal invasion, feeling her virgin walls spasm around his cock. Firefly's face was buried in his shoulder, her entire body convulsing.

Fuck, she's tight as hell. Almost as tight as Clara…

Then, he started moving.

Slow at first, then building into a wild, merciless rhythm. Every thrust was deep, brutal, making the crates behind her shake.

PLOC! PLAP! PLOC! PLAP!

The obscene sound of his skin slapping against hers echoed through the corner of the warehouse. It was a wet, filthy noise—the perfect soundtrack to their depravity. Firefly couldn't hold back her moans anymore. They escaped as choked sobs, muffled against the fabric of Daziel's clothes.

"Nngh... D-Daziel... ahn... d-deeper...!" she begged between gasps, her mind already unraveling in pure sensation.

"As you wish!" he answered, gripping her hips hard and increasing his pace, pounding her pussy without mercy.

He felt the exact moment she came. Her inner walls clenched around him with absurd force, pulsing and gushing even more hot fluid. Her body stiffened like a board for a second, toes curling, and a long, high-pitched moan finally tore from her throat before she could stop it.

"AHHHHHNNNN!~♡"

Firefly felt her spine melt. Her eyes rolled back, her mind going completely blank. For an instant, she was no one, nowhere. It was the "death by pleasure" the script had promised. The first death.

But Daziel didn't stop. Her orgasm only spurred him on. He flipped her over with a brutality that left her breathless, bending her over a crate, her face pressed against the dusty surface. Her round, pale ass was raised for him, reddened from the thrusts, her ruined pussy visibly dripping.

"P-Please... Daziel... I... I can't take it..." she whimpered, her voice muffled by the wood.

"You asked to die," he snarled, grabbing her silver hair to force her to look back. Her eyes were glazed, pupils blown wide. "It's not over yet."

He slammed into her again, this time from behind. The new angle let him go even deeper. Every thrust felt like it was hitting the depths of her womb.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

Her ass jiggled with each brutal impact. He didn't need much longer. The combination of her virgin tightness, the desperation in her eyes, and the sheer obscenity of the situation pushed him to the edge.

With a low, guttural grunt, he buried himself inside her with one final thrust, holding her firmly in place. He felt his cock pulse as he unloaded thick, hot cum straight into her womb. No condom. No hesitation. Spurt after spurt, filling her completely, sealing the bizarre pact they'd made.

He felt her tremble violently again—a second, weaker orgasm ripped from her by the hot flood inside.

Daziel finally let her go, pulling out with a wet, filthy sound. Thick semen began dripping down her thighs, mixed with her blood and fluids, pooling on the dirty warehouse floor.

Firefly collapsed over the crate, legs weak, barely able to breathe. She was a complete mess. Dirty, exhausted, ruined. But strangely... at peace.

…

Aventurine's fingertips toyed with a heavy interstellar credit chip. The cool metallic touch slid across his thumb, making a faint yet crisp "click-clack" sound, breaking the dull silence of the warehouse. He slightly narrowed his iris-hued eyes, a hint of impatience curving his lips, his gaze directed towards the corner where Daziel and Firefly had disappeared.

"I say... did those two go off to sign some business contract? They're taking far too long." Aventurine's voice carried its usual flippancy, yet it couldn't hide a gambler's impatience before the reveal.

Sparkle crossed her arms, leaning against the rust-covered wall, and chuckled lightly.

"Let me take a guess~" Sparkle dragged out her words, her gaze mockingly sweeping over Robin, who was tied to the chair with a complex expression. "My good brother, who wants to be a hero of justice, must have gone off with his little girlfriend to do some... ahem~ things to deepen their affection." She deliberately emphasized the words "deepen their affection," the ambiguous/suggestive meaning self-evident.

Hearing this, Robin, whose face was already pale, looked even worse. Her body trembled uncontrollably. She subconsciously recalled Daziel's cold, merciless eyes from before, and Sparkle's torturous torment... That kind of forcefulness, those kinds of methods...

"He... he just... did that to me..." Robin's voice was faint, hoarse with disbelief. "How could he possibly... still have the energy..." Her thoughts were a mess. On one hand, there was the lingering fear and humiliation in her body; on the other, she felt a bone-chilling terror at the contrast between Daziel's frightening 'bat' and what Sparkle was now implying.

"Pfft." Sparkle couldn't help but laugh, as if she had heard an extremely funny joke. "I say, chicken-winged girl, you're underestimating him far too much, aren't you?" Sparkle took a few steps forward, leaned close to Robin's ear, her warm breath carrying a dangerous, sulfurous scent. "Never mind just one, even if there were a few more, he could handle them with ease." Her gaze slid meaningfully over Robin's still-bound body, her tone becoming deep and playful. "And you know... you'd better be careful. You still have something on you that interests him."

"What... do you mean?" Robin's heart tightened, an ominous premonition gripping her.

Sparkle extended a finger, gently stroking the now complete and vibrant pink marking on her own lower abdomen. The pattern was complex and eerie, as if containing some kind of contract. She smiled like a cat that had stolen the cream.

"Heehee, in the future... you'll understand naturally."

Just then, footsteps came from the direction of the hidden corner. Daziel walked out first, his face as calm as still water, as if nothing had happened. Firefly, who followed closely behind, was an entirely different sight. Her pretty face was flushed, as if blood might drip from it. Her breathing was rapid and erratic, her chest heaving slightly. Her eyes darted away, not daring to meet the gaze of anyone in the warehouse. Her hands were clasped unnaturally behind her back, her fingertips trembling slightly.

"Oh?" Sparkle raised an eyebrow, her smile growing even brighter. "You two finally decided to come out? I thought I'd have to wait until the end of time. Actually, it would have been perfectly fine if we waited a little longer~"

Daziel directly ignored Sparkle's teasing, his gaze turning to Aventurine, his tone flat.

"This should be enough." He paused, an almost imperceptible flicker passing through the depths of his grey-gold eyes, before settling back into stillness. "Aventurine, regarding what you mentioned before, about wanting to prove that 'death' truly exists in Penacony... I'm afraid... you'll need to find someone else."

Hearing this, the smile on Aventurine's face faltered slightly, and his chip-fiddling also stopped. His sharp eyes looked at Daziel, then swept over Firefly, who was clearly not in a normal state.

"Reason?" Aventurine's voice regained its composure, carrying a merchant's shrewdness and prudence. "Is it just because of... this young lady's agitated words earlier?" He was referring to Firefly's stress reaction when she heard "Emanator of Death."

Daziel shook his head, his tone still indifferent, yet carrying an undeniable decisiveness.

"I have my own judgment."

Aventurine looked deeply at Daziel, as if trying to read something from his expressionless face. A few seconds later, he shrugged, his roguish smile returning.

"Alright, alright, my friend." Aventurine put away the chip and spread his hands. "Since you've said so, as an important partner, I can naturally only choose to trust your judgment." His tone shifted, carrying a hint of expectation. "However, I hope you can provide a... better solution soon. After all, time waits for no one."

"I will." Daziel replied curtly.

Aventurine's gaze fell once more on Robin, tied to the chair, as if assessing the value and risk of a commodity.

"By the way," He asked casually, "This big star, what do you plan to do with her? She's a real hot potato right now."

"Bringing her along, the target is too big. Those Family people have very keen noses; sooner or later, they'll track us down."

Hearing this, Daziel slowly turned his gaze towards Robin. That gaze was calm and emotionless, yet it made Robin feel as if plunged into an ice cave. A chill shot up her spine, and her body tensed involuntarily. Aventurine immediately caught this subtle change in atmosphere. He smiled knowingly and very tactfully took a step back.

"It seems you have your own plans." Aventurine adjusted his expensive collar. "In that case, I won't disturb you any longer. There's a pile of trouble waiting for me to deal with over there." He waved dashingly/jauntily. "Future plans, contact me anytime."

"Take care, I won't see you out." Daziel nodded slightly.

Aventurine turned and, with a composed gait, left this warehouse reeking of rust and despair. The heavy iron door slowly closed behind him, emitting a dull echo. Silence once again fell upon the warehouse, but the atmosphere was even heavier, more oppressive than before. Daziel's gaze, like a physical force, locked firmly onto Robin.

"You... What do you want to do?!" Robin's voice rose in terror, tinged with sobs and violent trembling. "I... I've already told you everything I know! What more do you want?!" She shook her head desperately, tears welling up in her eyes again. "I... I promise! I absolutely won't tell anyone about you kidnapping me! Not a single word!"

Daziel slowly walked up to her, squatted down, his gaze level with hers. Those grey-gold eyes held no warmth, only an almost absolute rationality and coldness.

"I naturally believe that Miss Robin has held nothing back." His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears. "I also believe that, for your own sake, you will make the wisest choice, to stand... on my side."

"Then... then why are you..." Robin was perplexed, fear coiling around her heart like a vine.

An extremely faint, yet bone-chilling curve, very rarely seen, touched Daziel's lips.

"Because, there's one more thing I need to obtain from you." His tone was as calm as if discussing the weather, but the content made Robin's blood almost freeze. "For Penacony's 'future,' for our common goal... I'm afraid, Miss Robin, you'll need to make another... small sacrifice." He reached out, his cool fingertips gently brushing Robin's cheek, which trembled with fear.

"Sparkle, Firefly." Daziel's voice was devoid of any emotion. "Help me hold her down."

Excitement instantly flared in Sparkle's eyes. She licked her lips and stepped forward without hesitation. Firefly's body stiffened, her face instantly turning even paler, her eyes filled with struggle and reluctance. But in the end, she bit her lip and hesitantly reached out.

"No—!!" Robin let out a bloodcurdling scream, her body struggling violently. "You promised me! You said! As long as I told you everything, you wouldn't... wouldn't torture me anymore! You can't go back on your word!!"

"Rest assured, I remember my promise." Daziel's voice was soft, carrying a contrast that made one instinctively fearful. "However, I must kindly remind you, Miss Robin, without the influence of Tuning, you might find it even more painful than before."

"So, this time..." He leaned close to Robin's ear, his voice a low whisper only the two of them could hear. "I will choose to be... as gentle as possible."

A few seconds later, from the depths of the empty, dilapidated warehouse, Robin's melodious yet shrill scream, mixed with extreme pain, humiliation, and despair, echoed once more. This time, the scream was more heart-shatteringly terrifying than any before. It reverberated in the cold air, lingering for a long, long time.

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I didn't write Robin's lemon scene because I don't like writing 18+ scenes that feel forced. If they do it again in a less forced way in the future, I'll write it.

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