I use the time to charge up my magic power. (Pink Trigger's Power >4999)

With Beatrice thus subdued and waiting for me to signal my readiness for the game, I summoned as much magical power as I could. I knew what the next game meant: unwinnable conditions. A choice between a killing I couldn't commit or a suicide I could. If I rejected either, Beatrice would probably just kill me outright. I needed to be as strong as possible when that blindfold came off. I channeled more and more energy into the barrel of my gun... more and more into the strength of the barrier I formed around one arm. I'd stop any magic attack she wanted to pop off.

But just as importantly, I needed her to understand my intentions. I called her name.

Starting slightly before correcting herself, the young lady, Ruler of Rokkenjima, spoke up. "What is it?"

I told her I loved her. All of Rokkenjima, but most of all, the Golden Witch Beatrice. I told her that it was fantastic just to see her, an honor to play these games with her. And that all of it stemmed from love. A love cultivated over many years outside Rokkenjima, then nourished even past that, with an untold amount of time here in the world of the witches. I told her that no love she'd ever find would match my own.

"Is that so? Player, didn't we only just meet today? How can you claim to love me?"

I assured her I did. More than anything in the world.

"Then you really are doomed..."

I know that. You're right. I'm doomed and I'll die no matter what I do. That's why I'm going to fully show you my love before I die, Beatriiiice!

Pink shapes of army tanks, translucent, began to appear all around her. I raised my hand, calling the artillery strike, before unloading all of those powerful shells. Are you worried for her safety? Don't be. I can't kill; this is a calculated decision. I simply need to exhaust all of her barriers first.

As the dust settled, I told her how much power she'd given me. The power to do whatever I wanted! All she had to do was give in to my Pink Trigger and give me one god-forsaken moment of happiness before I died again! I winced as a golden arrow flew out from the dust and pierced my shoulder. No... I wasn't going to die yet! Another... then another... fuck... Fuck! I was pinned in place by golden arrows, now fixed to the wall. Red lights flashed all around the room as my tanks detonated like remote bombs had been placed beneath them, sending them flying into the air and spinning them on their backs.

Beatrice walked out from the dust with a serious expression on her face. "Player... you're a fool."

I am... I am... I'm a fool for you, Beatrice... Please love me...

"If it will give you some solace before you move on, I'll grant you what you wanted."

Love...? Love?!

No. Not love. Before I realized what was happening, the room lit up red. Beatrice was standing before me, naked, with an evil grin spread wide across her face. Her body was sweating. Her ample bosom, all of her exposed flesh, stood out in the reflections of a light that shifted as though the chandelier above us was swinging. She squatted down in front of me, stuck out her tongue, and lewdly licked her own fingers, before using them to wet herself. "You just wanted <sex>, didn't yoooooou?!"

Wait... Wait! I know this is it. This is the path where she loves me, right? Then what's happening?!

Beatrice ran the gambit of all of the sexual scenarios I'd written out. At once, she was sucking my cock, her evil, mad eyes glaring up into my own. An improbable smile passed over her face as she spoke around my member. "Come oooon, shoot your Trigger! That's what you're here to do, riiiight, H.I. Player? Shoot it!" I did. I was powerless to do otherwise.

I begged my cock to stay down, but it disobeyed me... she was using her magic to make it erect again. Fuck, you can hit Previous Chapter, right? Go back and choose a different option. We have to make her love me!

She was on me again, this time with her hands on her hips, lewdly pressing her ass against me over and over again, smashing my penis. It felt... good! As good as physical love can feel. Is this love? Ah... No... This isn't it! This isn't it! I'm bleeding out of arrow wounds and I'm mounted to a wall! This isn't the path either!

I felt a tongue on the side of my face and looked over... It was Lust of the Seven Sisters. She'd come to join in on the orgy of the Golden Witch. One after another, the stakes appeared, lavishing me with their tongues as Beatrice moved to a new position, pressing her whole body against me and locking lips so that our tongues intertwined. One of the sisters assisted her in getting my cock into her pussy. Are you still reading this?! Are you enjoying it?! This isn't love! This isn't love at all! Beatrice is supposed to love me!

"Child of Man... Do you remember? You wrote it in the story yourself: you're already dead. You're reading a story where you're already doomed."

I remember that, but can't I feel just a drop of love before I die?!

"No. Well, not unless you wrote it in there yourself somewhere."

I felt myself cumming. An endless cum, befitting the endless witch. I was cumming into her pussy. I was cumming into Lucifer's pussy. I was cumming into Leviathan's next. Then into Satan of Wrath's jerking hands. Then into Belphegor's lovely ass. Then into Mammon's greedy pussy. Then into Beelzebub's gluttonous gullet. Asmodeus took a couple of rounds. Then Satan, then Belphegor, then Beatrice, then Mammon, then Asmodeus, then Lucifer, then Beatrice, then Leviathan, then Mammon, then Satan, then Leviathan, then Asmodeus, then Beatrice. On and on. On and on. Again and again. Endlessly. I was drained of cum. Then I was refilled. Then drained again. Then refilled. Beatrice's laughing face, with cum dripping from either side of her devilish mouth, taunted me every step of the way, cackling. This is ****. I can't stand it. Please, let it end.

Ah...

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In the end... I knew what I was signing up for. I love Beatrice. And I won't stop until she loves me.