Unfortunately for the cast of Nekopara things aren't going so well in their town... Crime rates have risen and a mysterious new member joins the family to stay, and things just get weirder from there.
In Book 2, Qrow awakens to find that the events...
I woke up in an unfamiliar room wearing a very lacy nightgown. Something warm was pressed up against my right side. I looked over to see what it was.
I could not believe what I saw. Neither Qrow nor I were the religious type, but I was praying as hard as possible for something to indicate that my situation wasn't real.
"Please... Please God... Please tell me this isn't real... If this is Hell I want out. I'll change my ways, atone for my sins, whatever you want me to do! Just tell me this isn't real!!!" I prayed.
There was a sigh in response.
"This... This is very real, and it's not Hell. I have no idea what in the world you did to get here, but you're in bed... With Razor, in his boxers... Not to mention, you're cuffed to the bed frame... With some very sturdy looking metal shackles, no less." Qrow said.
For a minute, there was a silence, but the silence had a tone to it, a concerned tone.
"Is something wrong? The silence makes it feel like something is wrong," I said.
"Something is very wrong!" Qrow replied.
"What?" I asked.
"You've been drugged," Qrow said.
I noticed Razor start to wake up.
"Razor I swear to whatever messed up f***ing god you believe in if you raped me I will cut your balls off!" I shouted as I struggled.
He simply gave me a perverted smirk.
"That's quite the nightgown you have on..." He said.
He put his hands on my thighs.
"Let me go you f**king perv!" I shouted as I kneed him in the balls.
He fell forward into my cleavage, semi incapacitated by the hit to his crotch.
A lockpicking tool materialized in my hands and I was able to pick the lock on the shackles around my right wrist.
I dropped the pick.
"S***," I cursed.
Razor pulled himself out from my cleavage and I grabbed him by the throat, smashing his skull open against the bedframe.
I grabbed the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the shackles around my right wrist. I dumped Razor, still incapacitated, on the floor and my normal clothes materialized in my hands.
I put them on and pulled on my boots just as Razor started to wake up.
I stepped on his throat and he grinned pervertedly.
I grabbed the biggest, sharpest, scariest knife I owned.
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He turned very pale.
"Please!... Please no!!! I'm sorry!!! I-I'll do whatever you want! Please!" He screamed.
I stabbed him as hard as I could, driving the full 12 inches of the barbed knife blade into his balls.
He let out the loudest, most high pitched, girliest scream Qrow and I had ever heard.
I ran at lightspeed, one of Qrow's many vampiric powers, back to the shop.
Once I got back I buried my face into Royal's chest and started to cry.
"Shh, shh... What happened," He asked.
"R-Razor... Last night... He drugged me..." I said.
"Did you call the police?" He asked.
He seemed to be struggling to hold back his fury.
"No, I stabbed him in the crotch though," I replied.
Royal burst out laughing and I smiled.
"That works. What knife did you use?" Royal asked.
The knife, still covered in Razor's blood, materialized in my hand.
Royal turned pale... Very pale...
I cleaned off the knife and let Qrow take over again.
(Qrow's perspective.)
"Hope you're not too traumatized," I said to Evelyn.
"Nah, I'm fine, I was just kinda scared, everything's okay now. Razor hath received thy divine punishment," Evelyn said with a giggle.
I smirked, then I began to feel the effects of a bad hangover as I collapsed, falling asleep.
(The next morning.) (Evelyn's perspective.)
I put on my normal outfit and made breakfast. Royal was the first to wake up. He ate breakfast quickly, then when he turned around I hugged him, which wedged his face right in my cleavage.
After a moment I felt him start to squirm.
"Mmf!" Mmmmf!" Muffled noises came from Royal as I realized I was probably hugging him tighter than I first realized.
I quickly let go. Royal fell to the floor, gasping for air.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" I said as I started to blush.
"That's not the worst way to die, but I'd like to live as long as I can please," Royal said with a snicker.
Later, while we were working in the shop, I felt someone slap a pair of handcuffs around my wrists, restraining my hands behind my back. They grabbed my shoulders and shoved me to a kneeling position up against a wall. I looked up, straight down the hose of a flamethrower. Any defiance immediately fled as I grew terrified. Tears dripped slowly down my face.
"Royal help!" I reflexively called out.
Within seconds Royal broke the neck of the man wielding the flamethrower and he crumpled to the floor. Royal undid the cuffs around my wrists and put his arms around me as my quiet choked sobs echoed through the silent, empty shop.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
"Y-yeah, b-but..." I said.
Royal sat down and gently pulled me into his lap.
"Despite Qrow having mild pyromania, I'm terrified of fire... It's one of few things that can kill vampires," I said quietly.
After a few minutes of Royal petting me reassuringly, we went back to work and at the end of the day, I fell asleep with Royal sleeping soundly on top of me.
