Honkai Star Rail: Corruption System

The sharp, painful cries finally subsided, eventually fading into soft, uncontrollable whimpers. In the depths of the warehouse, on the cold, rough concrete floor, Robin was curled into a ball, her body trembling slightly, uncontrollably.

That magnificent gown, once a symbol of nobility and elegance, was now tattered and torn, violently ripped. The fabric was stained with dark grey dust, suspicious wet patches, and specks of dark red, clinging wretchedly to her skin, which was soaked in cold sweat.

A few drenched strands of hair stuck messily to her face, pale as paper and completely drained of color. Her long, curled eyelashes were clumped together with wetness, each flutter seeming to exhaust her remaining strength. Her eyes were terrifyingly vacant, devoid of their former brilliance and liveliness.

In the foul air, the cold smell of rust, the choking scent of dust, and a faint, almost imperceptible, yet particularly pungent, light metallic tang of blood.

"Ding!"

A crisp system notification sound echoed in Daziel's mind.

[Target Robin's Fallen Value increased by 3%!]

[Current Fallen Value: 50%]

[Mission complete. 'Hypnotic Pocket Watch' reward has been delivered. Please check.]

[Hypnotic Pocket Watch: An advanced evolution of the 'Clockwork Trick' ability. Besides directly manipulating the target's basic emotions, it can achieve deep intervention and complete control over the target's will, making them absolutely obedient to the host's commands.]

A pocket watch, exuding an ancient aura, silently materialized in Daziel's outstretched palm. Its brass casing was cold and heavy, engraved with intricate and mysterious stellar patterns.

The watch cover automatically popped open with a "click" the moment it appeared, revealing a pristine white watch face. In the center of the watch face was a cartoon image of Clockie, its slender hands turning slowly with an almost hypnotic rhythm, emitting a faint "tick-tock" sound that was barely audible.

Daziel lowered his gaze, his grey-gold eyes falling on the curled figure on the floor. Robin, in her current state, was like a delicate flower ravaged by a merciless storm, cruelly battered and fallen.

That extreme misery and helplessness, surprisingly, caused a tiny ripple in Daziel's heart, which had long grown accustomed to coldness. It wasn't pity, more like… The subtle regret an artisan from the Artisanship Commission might feel when looking at a precious tool that had cracked from overuse. Perhaps, mixed in with it was a fleeting sense of guilt that even he himself hadn't deeply examined.

After all, to achieve his goal, the pain he had inflicted upon her seemed to have indeed… Exceeded what was initially necessary.

Daziel sighed inwardly. Although he could be unscrupulous for the sake of so-called "justice," it didn't mean he had completely extinguished his remaining humanity.

Since he had caused excessive damage, then, offering a little compensation seemed reasonable. He slowly squatted down, the cool chain of the pocket watch swaying gently with his movement, reflecting glints of cold light in the dim illumination.

"Look at this, Robin." Daziel's voice was deliberately very soft, as if imbued with a certain soul-soothing magic, yet also like a demon's whisper, filled with an irresistible allure.

Robin's vacant, unfocused pupils, as if drawn by invisible threads, struggled to focus, finally landing on the pocket watch swinging rhythmically before her eyes. The luster of old brass flickered in the gloom, like the faint light cast by the most distant, most mysterious stars in the night sky.

"Forget the pain you just felt…" Daziel's voice grew even lower, like a lover's whisper, yet carrying an undeniable power, each syllable precisely striking her already battered and fragile mental defenses. "That was just… a trial, a challenge to your past, immature self…" "You endured all this willingly, for a greater purpose…" "It was to follow me, your one and only master…"

The bewilderment in Robin's eyes deepened. The lingering, instinctive struggle and resistance, like a sandcastle washed away by the tide, rapidly dissolved and faded.

Replacing it was a… An almost frenzied, blind adoration and absolute submission. Her chapped lips parted slightly, unconsciously, and a few broken, vague syllables escaped her throat, carrying a nascent dependence and awe.

"Ma…ster…"

"Very good." A satisfied curve touched Daziel's lips. He withdrew the pocket watch, the brass cover clicking shut crisply, cutting off that bewitching faint light. He reached out, his fingertips cool, and gently lifted Robin's stained chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"From now on, you will be reborn." "Before me, you no longer need the glorious halo of the Halovian race, nor do you need to bear the shackles of being Penacony's superstar." Daziel's voice was calm, yet it carried an absolute authority that stripped away everything and redefined her. "You are merely… the most loyal, most docile dog groveling at my feet."

Hearing this extremely insulting appellation, Robin, far from showing any hint of humiliation or resistance… Instead, an incredibly devout, even somewhat bizarrely blissful smile bloomed on her pale, haggard face. New tears streamed down from her vacant eyes again, but this time, they were no longer tears of pain and despair, but of… ecstatic joy, as if receiving a divine blessing.

"Yes… Master…" Her voice was hoarse, yet filled with unprecedented determination and fervor. "Robin… is your most obedient… most humble… dog…" She struggled, using all her remaining strength, trying to rise from the cold floor, wanting to prostrate herself in the most subservient posture before the master who had granted her "new life."

"Wow~" Sparkle, who had been watching the entire process with her arms crossed and great interest, let out an exaggerated gasp of amazement, her lively pink pupils sparkling with the excitement of discovering a new toy. "Is this your new ability, Big Brother Daziel?" Sparkle bounced over to Daziel's side, curiously examining the pocket watch in his hand, then glanced at Robin, who was in a bizarre state on the floor.

"You can just brainwash people into little tail-wagging puppies? Isn't that too much of a cheat! Doesn't that mean you can control anyone you don't like? Make them do whatever you want?"

Daziel stood up, gracefully dusting off non-existent dust from his clothes, his expression returning to its usual indifference.

"There are limitations." He replied calmly, his grey-gold eyes unperturbed. "At the very least, the target needs to have completely lost the ability to resist, or their mental state must be extremely fragile, on the verge of collapse, to ensure the successful implantation of suggestions."

"Cheh, just that?" Hearing this, the excitement on Sparkle's face instantly vanished. She pouted with disinterest, her tone full of undisguised disdain and disappointment. "I thought it was some all-powerful wish-granting machine that worked unconditionally. Turns out, the prerequisite is still to torture someone half to death first. So boring."

An extremely faint coldness flickered in Daziel's eyes.

"How about we try it on you right now, Sparkle, and see if we need to rough you up half to death first?"

"No… no need for that!" Hearing Daziel say this, Sparkle immediately put on an obsequious smile, waving her hands repeatedly. "Hehe, I'm completely loyal to Big Brother Daziel. As long as brother is willing, you can add me, this loyal hound, at any time. There's absolutely no need to resort to that cold, impersonal thingamajig~" Sparkle quickly changed the subject, her gaze turning sharp, locking firmly onto Firefly, who stood nearby with her head bowed, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Hey, you over there, little stowaway girl." Sparkle's voice carried a hint of teasing malice.

Firefly's body jolted as if pricked by a needle. She abruptly lifted her head, her cheeks instantly flushing crimson, even her earlobes stained with a blush of shame.

Sparkle crossed her arms, tilting her head, and looked Firefly up and down, her gaze seeming to penetrate her clothes, making Firefly feel extremely uncomfortable. She grinned like a cunning and mischievous little fox, dragging out her words.

"So~ you and Big Brother Daziel, when you snuck off to that dark corner earlier, you were doing… ahem~ those kinds of naughty things, weren't you?"

Firefly's cheeks were so red they looked like they could bleed, like ripe apples. Her eyes darted around frantically, not daring to meet Sparkle's gaze, much less Daziel's.

Finally, under Sparkle's pressing stare, she gave an almost imperceptible, extremely shameful nod, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, nearly inaudible.

"Mm…"

"Ooh~~~" Sparkle deliberately dragged out the sound, slowly circling Firefly. Her gaze roamed wantonly over Firefly's still flushed cheeks, her gently heaving chest, and her hands clasped unnaturally behind her back. "So, that was the so-called… first death, arranged for you in that quack Elio's script!?" Sparkle's words, like a giant stone dropped into a calm lake, instantly stirred up a thousand waves!

Firefly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, abruptly widened her eyes, her clear pupils filled with utter shock and incredible panic.

"You… how do you know about the script?!"

"Nonsense." Sparkle rolled her eyes unceremoniously, her tone full of an as if it's a matter of course/natural contempt. "Who else could it be? It was that Elio from your Stellaron Hunters, hiding behind the scenes and playing god, and that little hacker girl from Punklorde named Silver Wolf, who paid a hefty price to hire this Fool to come to Penacony and cooperate with you in this charade." "Of course, I know the general content of your loophole-ridden, overly mysterious, crappy script."

Sparkle suddenly leaned close to Firefly's ear, her warm breath spraying onto Firefly's sensitive earlobe, carrying an undisguised mockery and malice. "However… little sister Firefly…" "Looking at you, all flushed, eyes glistening with desire, shy and timid, you don't look at all like you've just experienced the misery of 'death'."

The color whoosh drained completely from Firefly's face, leaving it as pale as paper, her lips also beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

"But… it was…"

"But what?" Sparkle sneered, poking Firefly's shoulder unceremoniously with a slender finger.

"The way you looked just now, it was clearly… hmm? You were served very comfortably and went off to secretly enjoy it, didn't you?" "Your face so red, your eyes all watery and sparkling, where was even a hint of the despair, pain, and stillness that should come with experiencing 'death'?" Sparkle tutted twice, then turned to look at Daziel, who stood beside/next to them with a blank expression, her tone carrying a hint of feigned, dissatisfied complaint. "Big Brother Daziel, I say you're too soft-hearted, too gentle, aren't you?

Towards this cute little girlfriend who delivered herself to your doorstep, you just couldn't bring yourself to be harsh?" She lifted her delicate chin, nudging it towards Robin on the floor, who was struggling to crawl towards Daziel's feet, her eyes fanatical and subservient.

"Look at her, make a comparison! You were much harsher to that singing chicken-winged girl than to little sister Firefly!" "Just now, she was crying her heart out, like she was dying, her throat was almost raw from screaming. Now that's what you call a real 'experience'! That's what has flavor!!"

"It's… it's alright!" Robin, who had been silently prostrating, suddenly lifted her head as if provoked by Sparkle's words. She looked at Daziel with an almost distorted, fanatical gaze, her voice hoarse and unbearable, yet carrying a chilling determination and craving.

"Master! Next time… next time you can be… even harsher! Robin… can take it!" "For Master, no matter what kind of pain… what kind of torture… I can endure it all! Please… please feel free to… use me!"

Daziel: … He listened expressionlessly to Robin's shocking pronouncements, a renewed sense of amazement at the effectiveness of the "Hypnotic Pocket Watch" stirring deep within him. It was truly immediate, even… somewhat exceeding his expectations.

He had originally thought that he would need to raise the target's "Fallen Value" to a certain threshold to achieve such a thorough distortion of will. Now it seemed that as long as specific preconditions were met, deep mental intervention could be directly performed. Indeed… it was an extremely convenient and efficient tool.

"Did you hear that?" Sparkle raised her eyebrows triumphantly, looking provocatively at Daziel, then turned and gestured with open hands towards Firefly.

"The 'victim' herself is actively requesting more intensity." "So, Big Brother Daziel, the way you were so gentle with Firefly just now clearly didn't meet the conditions for the 'first death' set by that old quack Elio, right? It didn't even come close!" Sparkle's eyes suddenly turned somewhat dangerous. Deep within her pink pupils, an almost cruel glint of excitement, one that reveled in chaos, flickered.

"I think, to truly achieve the script's effect, to make her genuinely die that one time…" Sparkle leaned towards Daziel, her voice a demonic suggestion audible only to the two of them. "You should be… harsher, more brutal, more… merciless."

Daziel's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as he mused.

"However… relying solely on that method to directly impact someone to a spiritual level of 'death' in a dreamscape is extremely difficult." This was not a realm easily touched by ordinary power. Even in this loophole-ridden dreamscape, it would require an extremely vast amount of Path energy, or the aid of some extremely special authority or item/tool, to truly simulate and impose the concept of "death."

"Heehee, who said there's no other way?" Sparkle winked slyly, a mischievous, triumphant glint flickering in her pink pupils, her smile becoming deeply meaningful. Sparkle leaned towards Daziel, her pink head almost touching his cheek, her voice mysteriously hushed, her breath carrying a dangerous yet sweet, sulfurous scent.

"I, on the other hand… have a brilliant idea."

"Speak." Daziel's grey-gold eyes, unperturbed, turned to Sparkle's face, which was alight with mischief.

"Heehee, since the script calls for 'ecstasy unto death'~" Sparkle's smile was one of pure malice, her pink pupils gleaming with a mixture of cruelty and excitement. "Don't you have that little hypnotic watch that controls people's minds?" She gestured in the air, mimicking a pendulum. "First, modulate her emotions to the most euphoric state possible. Dopamine, endorphins, the whole damn lot, crank them all to the max!"

"And then, use that... sensitivity modifier you used on me..." Her gaze took on an almost insane glint. "And as for the setting... ehehe, just turn the little dial all the way up to maximum!"

"I guarantee... she'll get off so hard she'll die on the spot, her soul will literally fly right out of her body!"

"…!" A short gasp escaped Firefly's throat, as if an invisible shock had struck her. Her body began to tremble violently again, the color draining from her face. It wasn't just fear; it was a physiological dread, an anticipation of something her mind couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"...That is a path I had, in fact, never considered," Daziel mused, evaluating the insane proposal.

"You can trust me! I got a hefty sum from the Stellaron Hunters for this gig. The tavern's reputation is on the line; I have to do the job right to keep that quack Elio satisfied!" Sparkle puffed out her chest, full of herself.

Daziel's gaze turned to Firefly. She was biting her lower lip so hard it threatened to bleed, her face pale and her eyes wide with terror, but also... with resolution.

"As long as... as long as it's you, Daziel... I... I'll accept anything..." Her voice was choked, but firm. "Miss Sparkle... is right. The way it was before... it didn't feel like a 'real death'..."

"Since you've decided," Daziel's tone was cold, clinical. "I will grant your request."

"Excellent! Let's get to work! But I suggest tying her up first, and tightly." Sparkle added with a little laugh. "Otherwise... the scene might get, let's say~, a bit too exciting and hard to control."

Firefly didn't resist. On the contrary, she proactively extended her trembling wrists.

Soon, she was firmly bound to a cold operating table, lying on her back, the ropes tight around her wrists and ankles. The position was humiliating, completely exposing the curves of her body beneath her thin clothes, like a sacrifice on a profane altar.

Daziel took out the antique pocket watch. "Look at it, Firefly."

His voice was low, hypnotic. The "tick-tock" filled the silence of the warehouse. Firefly's eyes lost their focus, her pupils dilating. Her breathing became rapid and hot, her cheeks burning with a feverish blush. A wave of pure, chemical euphoria flooded her brain, drowning her reason. Her lips parted, curving into a vacant, needy smile.

Satisfied, Daziel put the watch away and took out the small sensitivity modifier. His fingers turned the dial all the way to the end, locking it at the maximum value. A nearly inaudible hum sounded, and an invisible wave swept over Firefly's body.

"Let me test the effect~ Heehee~" Sparkle, with a smile of pure mischief, stretched out a finger and, over her clothes, lightly brushed it against Firefly's stomach.

"NGH—HAAAAA!"

A guttural, obscenely sweet, and utterly inhuman sound exploded from Firefly's throat. Her body arched with shocking force, her back curving to a point that seemed about to snap, as if she'd been electrocuted. Sweat instantly beaded on her forehead. A touch she would barely have felt was now a torture of pleasure.

"Heehee, on point." Sparkle licked her lips, her eyes gleaming. "You can start, Big Brother Daziel. I can't wait for the show."

Daziel approached. No emotion, no hurry. His cold, precise fingers descended toward her. He didn't touch an erogenous zone. He just placed the tip of his index finger in the hollow between her collarbones.

The reaction was immediate. Firefly screamed, a sharp, broken cry, her body convulsing against the restraints as if he'd plunged a white-hot knife into her.

"This is just the beginning," he murmured, more to himself.

He unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her small, firm breasts, her nipples already hard as pebbles. He didn't caress them. He pinched them. A pinch that under normal circumstances would have been merely annoying was now an explosion of agony and ecstasy that made her eyes roll back.

"AH! AHHH! S-STOP... NO, MORE! DAZIEL!" She screamed nonsensical phrases, her mind already a soup of contradictory sensations.

He ignored her cries, lowering his face. His hot, rough tongue traced a slow path down her stomach, each lick making her squirm and groan. Her body was covered in sweat, her skin glistening in the dim light. When his hot breath hit her groin, over the thin fabric of her skirt, she let out a sob.

"N-NO... NOT THERE... PLEASE... HNNNGH!"

He tore her skirt off with a single pull, exposing her white panties, now dark and soaked with her own arousal. He didn't take them off. He just pushed them aside with his nose, like an animal, before his mouth took possession of her.

Firefly's scream was swallowed by the warehouse. His tongue was like a branding iron and the softest feather at the same time. He devoured her. He sucked her clit with a force that made her see stars, his tongue invading every fold, every sensitive centimeter. A river of her own arousal ran down her thighs, wetting the metal table.

"CUMMING... I'M GOING TO... AAAAAAHHHH!"

She climaxed, a violent spasm that shook her entire body, the ropes creaking under the strain. But Daziel didn't stop. He continued to torture her with his mouth while plunging two fingers inside her.

Her pussy, already tight and pulsating from the orgasm, contracted violently around his fingers. He fucked her with his fingers, mercilessly, at an impossible rhythm that aimed only to break her mind, pushing her beyond the limit.

"ENOUGH! ENOUGH! I CAN'T TAKE IT... MORE... MORE... KILL ME, DAZIEL, JUST KILL ME ALREADY!" Tears and saliva mixed on her face, which was contorted by a pleasure so intense it had become the worst kind of pain.

Her body was at its limit. Her muscles contracted in uncontrollable spasms, her breathing a series of desperate gasps. Her consciousness was already gone, leaving behind only an animal writhing in an endless tide of stimuli.

Finally, he felt it. The breaking point. Her walls clenched around his fingers in a last, desperate, convulsive grip.

Daziel pulled his fingers out with an obscene, wet sound. This wasn't enough. To break her for good, to push her into the abyss, he would need more.

Without a word, he positioned himself between her open, bound legs, unzipping his pants. His cock, hard as iron and throbbing, sprang free. The purple, glistening head brushed against her entrance, already swollen, red, and abused. Firefly let out a gurgling sob, what was left of her consciousness screaming in silence.

Without the slightest hesitation, Daziel lined himself up and, with a single, powerful thrust, invaded her.

"AAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHH!"

The scream that tore from her was not human. It was the sound of a soul being ripped in two. The sensation of being filled, stretched to the breaking point by that thick, hot member, was the final trigger. Every nerve, already amplified to an insane level, exploded in a supernova of agony and ecstasy. It was too much. Simply too much for a body or a mind to bear.

He didn't give her a second to adjust. He began to fuck her. There was no rhythm, no seduction. Just brutal, merciless thrusts, each one hammering deeper, each one shattering another barrier in her already tattered mind.

PLAP. PLAP. PLAP. PLAP.

The obscene sound of flesh against flesh echoed through the warehouse, mixing with her broken moans. Her pussy, tight and overstimulated, tried to expel him and suck him in at the same time, in an agonizing, physiological contradiction. For Firefly, the world had disappeared. All that remained was that rod of hot flesh destroying her from the inside, a pleasure so absolute it had become the purest form of torture.

He felt her inner walls begin to convulse in an orgasm that wouldn't stop, an endless spasm that was the harbinger of a total system collapse. It was the sign he had been waiting for.

Grabbing her hips firmly to hold her in place, he delivered one last, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt, the tip of his cock colliding with her cervix.

A final scream, so sharp and inhuman it almost tore the eardrums of everyone present, echoed. Firefly's body stretched out like a bow, rigid as a board, trembling violently for a few seconds. Then, with the same abruptness, it went limp. Her eyes, which had been wide with panic and ecstasy, rolled up, showing only the whites. Her head lolled to the side.

Silence.

Like a broken doll, she lay motionless on the cold table.

Sparkle approached, curious, and poked Firefly's inert shoulder with a finger.

In the next instant, Firefly's body, starting from the point of contact, began to dissolve. Like a sand sculpture being carried away by the wind, she broke down into countless particles of a warm, silver light—Memoria particles. They floated slowly, like fireflies, before disappearing into the air.

All that remained were the empty restraints and a dark, ambiguous stain on the operating table.

"Wow!" Sparkle couldn't help but exclaim, her pink pupils full of novelty and excitement. "She really... 'died,' huh?"

"Mm." Daziel withdrew his hand, his fingers still damp and warm. "She's fine. She just went to the place Elio's script arranged for her, the Place of Exile." He paused, looking at the void where the particles had dissipated. "Later, we just need to go find her."

"..." Sparkle suddenly seemed to think of something, her eyes flashing with a cunning light. "Did we just... by a strange twist of fate, help our molting peacock friend prove what he's been trying to prove all along?" She shook a bracelet on her wrist. "I recorded everything, you know~" A chaos-loving smile spread across her face. "If this leaks, that colossal lie from the Clockmaker Family about the 'never-ending dream paradise' will collapse on its own!"

"No." Daziel rejected the proposal almost instantly. "Something like this can't be casually released." He paused, a dark, profound light flashing deep within his eyes. "However... it's good that it was recorded."

"In the future, it can be kept for slow observation."

After all, the experience of sending a girl to a conceptual "death" through extreme pleasure was, for him, a unique and memorable experience indeed.

On the floor, Robin, who had been silently observing, lifted her head, her gaze towards Daziel still carrying an unfading fanaticism.

"So, Master… have you thought of any other way to prove to Penacony that true death exists here?"

"…" Daziel fell silent for a moment, seemingly thinking, but ultimately shook his head. "Not yet."

"Tch, Big Brother Daziel is so lame~" Sparkle couldn't help but interject from the side, her tone filled with undisguised disdain.

Hearing this, Daziel didn't get angry. He merely lifted his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the outline of that cold, ominously gleaming hypnotic pocket watch in his pocket.

"I'll shut up! I was wrong! I deeply repent!" The smile on Sparkle's face instantly froze, like a duck whose neck had been wrung. She immediately clamped her hands tightly over her mouth, shaking her head like a rattle-drum. "Mmmhmmm mmmph…" (I didn't say anything!)

Daziel didn't actually intend to pursue Sparkle's unguarded tongue at this moment. An eerie silence once again descended upon the warehouse. Just then, Sparkle seemed to suddenly remember something, her eyes lighting up again.

"Ah! That's right!" She lowered her hands, speaking carefully, "Since Big Brother Daziel doesn't have any good ideas for the time being, then why don't you… come meet someone with me first?"

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