When Kojurou rounded the corner, the scene he was met with was one he had never witnessed before. Mitsuhide, an Ancient Elf he hadn't seen before was on top of the woman from before, inside of her. Her hands were bound by the same vines from before, keeping her from escaping, the gag still in her mouth. Her face was flushed red, and tears streamed down her face, still struggling under the man who defiled her, even if it was in vain.