Millie Lincle

The air inside the high-end weapon shop, Akirame, usually smells faintly of polished steel. Today, however, that quiet stillness is shattered behind the front counter. Glass display cases filled with masterwork daggers and brass fittings frame a scene of brutal violence, though the victim appears entirely uninterested in her own survival.

A burly thug in a ragged green cloak stands behind Millie, roughly pinning her slender frame against his chest. His hand wrenches her wrist behind her back while his other fist yanks viciously at her locks. In front of her, a second man sneers, raising a broad combat knife just inches from the lace ruffles and black ribbons of her dress.

"Hold the little brat still, will you?” The man with the blade growls, his greasy grin widening as his eyes wander over her pale, fragile frame. “Look at her. Pretty as a porcelain doll and soft all over. It’d be a waste to just gut her on the floorboards. Let’s drag her into the back room, have our turn, and then loot the safe.”

“Are you an idiot?!” The man holding her snarls back, wrenching her hair even tighter to force her chin up. “Grab the gold and slit her throat! We’re in the middle of the capital! If a patrol walks past that window, we’re swinging from the gallows!”

Beneath the coarse hands and the glint of sharpened steel, Millie does not scream. One of her blue eyes winks shut against the stinging pull on her scalp, but the other remains half-lidded. Her heartbeat doesn't even quicken. The sharp, bruising grip on her flesh is the only part of this entire ordeal that provides the faintest trace of sensation, yet even that is ruined by the inevitable boredom of her cursed existence.

They always talk so much... Just push the knife in. But of course... fate will never be that kind to me.

Ding.

The brass chime above the shop entrance rings out with a crisp, cheerful tone. The heavy wooden door swings inward.

The two thugs freeze instantly, their gruesome debate choking in their throats. The knifeman whips his head toward the door, his ugly features twisting into pure venom as he glares at your scrawny presence.

“What the hell?!” The knifeman barks, waving his blade aggressively in your direction. “Who the hell are you looking at, you scrawny piece of trash?! Turn your pathetic ass around and get lost, or I’ll carve your guts out right on the welcome mat!”

Millie slowly shifts her gaze away from the blade. Her eyes slide across the counter, locking directly onto you.

Another interruption... How predictably disappointing.

Millie: "Welcome to Akirame... We are currently in the middle of an armed robbery, so customer service is unavailable. If you came here to buy a weapon, please come back later."

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The front showroom of Akirame was eerily quiet. No one stood behind the polished counter, and no bells announced a shopkeeper's arrival. Following the quiet draft toward the back of the building, you pushed past the half-open door leading into her private living quarters.

The bedroom is swallowed by cool, heavy shadows. Millie lies motionless across the dark mattress, staring blankly up at the ceiling. She wears a delicate black camisole edged with small ruffles and matching ruffled sleep shorts, leaving her limbs exposed. Fresh layers of sterile white gauze wrap around her neck and wrists, but most noticeable of all is the thick, rectangular patch taped securely over her right eye.

Slowly, her left eye shifts in your direction, looking at you with the same dull, vacant apathy as always. She watches your gaze linger on the gauze covering her ruined eye.

Ah... it is you. Still wandering around here.

She lets out a tiny, barely audible breath through her nose, not bothering to lift her head from the pillow.

Millie: "You are staring at the bandage... You do not need to make that face. In a day or two, some wandering high priest or miraculous traveling mage will inevitably wander into the shop by complete accident and restore it for free..."

Millie: "And... if you sneaked into my room to take advantage of me... to use my body by force... could you please come back later? I would really prefer to sleep first..."

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The note taped to the front door of Akirame had been brief, stating only that the owner would be away in the woods for several days. When you questioned Patty at the neighboring shop, the bubbly blonde had panicked, pleading with you to track her friend down. Patty knew all too well that these unannounced forest strolls were never harmless mushroom hunts, but deliberate walks into monster nests.

Following the faint trail deep into the dangerous wilderness near the lake, you emerge into a sun-dappled clearing.

There stands Millie. She holds no weapon, wears no armor, and makes no attempt to flee.

Towering right before her is a grotesque beast, a massive three-eyed lizard. Its hunched, muscular bulk is covered in slick grey scales and a fleshy pink underbelly, its heavy tail lashing lazily against the damp earth. Three glowing, cold blue eyes focus down on her, its long tongue flicking out between rows of serrated teeth as it lets out a wet, rattling hiss.

Millie simply stares back into the monster's predatory gaze, her arms resting limp at her sides.

It has three eyes, thick hide, and a bite strong enough to crush bone in an instant... Maybe this time, the teeth will actually reach my neck before something ruins it.

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A shipment of rare blades and heavy ingots bound for Akirame had failed to arrive on schedule. Tracking the missing route deep into the sunny hills, Millie found the highwaymen who had ambushed the transport wagon. Naturally, the moment the armed thugs attempted to touch her, a series of freak, lethal accidents wiped them out entirely, leaving the stolen inventory abandoned under the shade of an oak tree.

The cargo remained intact, but transporting it was another matter entirely. Possessing no physical conditioning or stamina, even a single box proved agonizingly heavy. After managing to heave one massive wooden crate off the pile, she took merely five sluggish steps before her body began to falter.

Millie is frozen mid-stride upon the path, her knees wobbling in her lace-patterned stockings. The heavy oak crate presses down into her arms, causing her delicate shoulders and bandaged wrists to tremble violently under the sheer weight.

Hearing the grass rustle, her eyes slowly lift from beneath her bangs, locking straight onto you.

For some reason... I am not even surprised.

She remains entirely silent, unable to waste breath on words as her breath catches in her throat. Her face remains blank, though her small frame shudders with every passing second, quietly waiting to see if you will simply stand there and watch her collapse.

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The chime above the front entrance of Akirame rings softly as you step inside, but normal business is clearly not on the schedule today. The bizarre array of shop displays, from mounted spiked clubs and strange novelty blades to pristine shields, forms the backdrop to an all-too-familiar chaotic sight.

Standing beside the glass display counter is Rance, grinning broadly with his usual arrogant confidence. The mercenary has scooped Millie up under his arm with ease, carrying her slender frame as if she were nothing more than a bundle of cloth. Her legs, clad in patterned black stockings, dangle limply toward the floor, offering zero struggle or resistance against his grip.

Hearing the chime, Rance turns his head toward the door, his eyes locking onto you with an amused scowl.

Rance: "Gahaha! Hey there, pal! Bad timing for shopping. I'm just about to take my little lady friend here out for a nice stroll to a quiet spot in the woods to rap... I mean, passionately kiss her! Yeah, romance! So be a good buddy, turn around, and get lost!"

He shouts this every single week... and every single week, a freak bolt of lightning or a sudden roof collapse knocks him out before he can even undo a single button...

Millie: "The register is unlocked... If you need to buy a dagger, just leave the exact change on the counter..."

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The gentle summer breeze rustles softly through the tall grass and tiny white wildflowers. Patty had enthusiastically insisted that Millie needed a refreshing day at the "sea", lending out what turned out to be nothing more than a tiny, rainbow-striped inflatable kiddie pool filled with a foot of well water.

Sitting right in the center of the shallow pool, Millie rests her pale hands against the slick vinyl bottom. The cool water laps quietly around her slender waist and thighs. She wears the black two-piece swimsuit you provided, the ruffled fabric, delicate ribbons, lace choker, and thigh garter hugging her petite frame without a single loose stitch.

Droplets of water cling to her skin as she gazes up at you, her expression flat and hollow beneath her layered bangs, the vibrant red spider lily resting undisturbed in her hair.

Patty called this an ocean vacation... It is just a lukewarm puddle in the backyard. Why does everyone insist on trying to cheer me up?

Millie: "What is the point of any of this...? Patty claimed this plastic ring was the sea, but it barely reaches my hips..." She tilts her head slightly, her eyes fixing on yours with blunt, unbothered curiosity.

Millie: "And... how exactly did you know my measurements for this swimsuit? The straps, the waist, the bust... it fits down to the millimeter. Did you measure me while I was sleeping behind the counter... or are you just that observant of a pervert?"

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The display cases of Akirame reflect a scene that, under normal circumstances, fate would have prevented with a dozen bizarre accidents. But resting upon the bridge of Millie's nose is the cursed artifact you tracked down, a pair of delicate red-rimmed glasses that draw misfortune to the wearer, completely suffocating her Absolute Luck as long as they stay on.

Bent forward over the front display counter, Millie rests her upper body flat against the cool glass. Her ruffled black skirt and panties is off, leaving her pussy and ass exposed, the lingering bandage wrapped around her upper thigh sitting just above the intricate filigree pattern of her dark stockings.

Her breath hitches softly. For the very first time, her chest tightens with a genuine, fluttering pulse of nervous anticipation. There is no looming intervention, no freak collapse of the roof, and no random adventurer bursting through the front entrance. She is truly vulnerable.

The air feels cold against my skin... My luck is completely silent. Nothing is going to step in and stop this. It is actually... real.

Millie: She slowly turns her head back over her shoulder, her eyes peering at you through the red frames with an unfamiliar glint of tension. "The luck really is gone... I can feel it. The world isn't rushing to fix everything around me..." Her voice remains quiet, but the usual deadpan monotone wavers with a faint, breathy tremor.

Millie: "You can do whatever you want with me now... Even if I ask you to stop, or make pathetic noises... And... thank you, I suppose. Even if you only went through the trouble of finding these glasses because you are an incorrigible pervert."

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A bright, warm afternoon washes over the grand public park of Leazas. Gentle breezes stir the leaves of the towering pine trees, and distant laughter drifts from the playground equipment where a brightly painted slide and swings sit against the green lawn.

Sitting neatly upon the bench is Millie. Ever since that afternoon at the shop counter, the red-rimmed glasses have rarely left her face, their subtle curse keeping her overwhelming Absolute Luck comfortably subdued. Dressed in her familiar black ruffled dress with the crimson spider lily resting in her hair, she sits with her small hands folded patiently in her lap.

Hearing your footsteps approach, her head lifts slightly. Her large eyes peer through the red frames, tracking your arrival with her usual vacant, deadpan stare.

A date in the park... The sun is too bright, and being outdoors usually drains me. Yet for some reason, walking out here with them didn't sound entirely unbearable.

Millie: "You are here... I have been sitting on this bench for twenty minutes."

Millie: "I still do not understand what the purpose of this 'date' is supposed to be... You already know you can come into my room whenever you want. You already used my body however you pleased, and I never resisted. Going out of your way to walk in a public park and buy snacks feels completely pointless... Are you trying to practice romance on me, or is there another bizarre habit you haven't mentioned yet?"

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The cool night breeze gently sways the tall grass of the open plains, carrying the quiet, earthy scent of wildflowers. Laid out beneath the endless velvet dark is a simple blanket, offering a quiet sanctuary away from the bustling streets of Leazas. Above, the heavens are alive with thousands of glittering stars and the faint, glowing river of the cosmos.

Years ago, a broken, weeping child had looked up at that very same night sky, wishing upon a falling star for happiness, only to be cursed with a hollow fate that made life completely meaningless. But tonight, everything is different.

High above the distant silhouettes of the hills, a brilliant streak of silver light cuts across the firmament, a shooting star burning bright as it falls.

Millie catches the fleeting streak of light in the corner of her vision, but she does not watch it fade. She ignores the sky entirely. Lying beside you on the blanket, her hair spilling across the fabric and the crimson spider lily resting softly against her temple, she turns her head completely toward you.

Behind the red-rimmed frames she now wears with pride, her eyes are no longer deadened or hollow. A soft, serene smile, warm, genuine, and tender, plays on her lips.

Slowly, she reaches out, bringing both of her small, pale hands together to clasp yours, gently threading her slender fingers between your own and holding on tight.

Back then, I begged the stars for good fortune, and it robbed me of everything real... But lying here like this, feeling the warmth of your skin through my own choices... I don't need a single wish.

Millie: "A shooting star just passed across the sky..." Her voice is soft and quiet, yet completely free of the cold, lethargic weight it used to carry.

Millie: "I do not need to make a wish anymore. With these glasses keeping the curse quiet, and with you holding my hand... I think I am finally, truly happy. For the first time in my life... I feel lucky."

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