Chapter 98
Chapter 98
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 98
Chapter Title: Side Story 2, Arhil - If You Hadn't Come in Time
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Her comrades and the others, who had been shouting Arhil's name, surged into the attic all at once. She gritted her teeth and thrust out her fist. She thought she had swung it with all her might, but her comrade caught it effortlessly. With a smack, she tried to pull her fist free, but it wouldn't budge an inch. The comrade, possessed by the wraith, curled up the corner of his mouth and grinned wickedly.
"Playing around, are we?"
Then her body floated up, her vision flipped upside down, and a brutal impact slammed into her. Her already weakened frame couldn't withstand even that minor shock. Letting out a groan, she felt her consciousness fading.
"I'll treat you real nice."
As she heard that chilling voice, the last thing she saw was her clothes being torn away by rough hands.
"Whew—nice body you've got there."
The wraiths gazed down at Arhil, letting out exclamations of admiration. Her veil had fallen off, revealing her abundant light brown hair spilling out, and beneath the torn nun's habit were her full breasts. With her white garter belt visible too, it was a sight that could make any heart race.
"Even in my living days, I don't recall seeing a body this gorgeous. Dying and possessing folks has its perks, huh? Heh heh."
The wraith possessing the living man's body chuckled and stripped off his pants. Everyone behind him followed suit, their manhoods standing stiff and erect. Arhil's body wouldn't obey her, but her mind was awake, forcing her to watch the grotesque spectacle. It was filthy. She wanted to scream at them to get away, but all that came from her mouth was drool—she couldn't speak a word. With her body unresponsive, proper speech was impossible. All she could do was twitch faintly.
'Why won't my body move!'
The wraith in her comrade's body pulled up the fabric draped over her thighs. As her underwear connected to the white stockings came into view, she felt a wave of shame and humiliation. Thick fingertips stroked over the fabric.
"Heh heh, you're trembling. As a priestess, you've got no experience, huh? What a shame. You've lived without knowing the joys of pleasure. We'll give you a grand gift today."
His finger poked at the fabric, pressing slightly into her. The sensation of the cloth and foreign object intruding was utterly repulsive. He cackled and rubbed his rigid manhood against her panties. Tears streamed from Arhil's eyes. Staring blankly at them, all she could do was writhe helplessly.
"Ahh."
A voice escaped her, but her body still wouldn't move. Arhil felt everything that had sustained her crumbling away. She was breaking. Like glass riddled with cracks, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. Even her panties, her final bastion, were peeled away, and he brought his nose close to sniff. The other men around him stroked their own foul-smelling members as they approached, tormenting her with lewd words.
"Holy... King. Why..."
Why give me this trial? Why didn't you save me? Why didn't you answer my faith?
Was it foolish to pray for them, to protect them from the wraiths without abandoning them? Should I have fled and left them behind?
"Call for your Holy King all you want—she won't help. You're fated to be ravaged and die miserably by us right here."
The wraiths are trying to violate me and mocking me.
The wraiths are scorning my faith.
The wraiths are even mocking the Holy King.
So why don't you punish them?
I know. I know there are countless people in this world seeking you. You can't answer them all. You can't fulfill every plea. I don't think I'm special. But couldn't you help me in this moment? I've called for you for over ten long days.
"Here it comes!"
The man's manhood slowly pushed against her entrance. She felt the tip barely enter when the man suddenly panicked, letting out an "Eh?" as he yanked back his hips and ejaculated with a retch. Filthy white fluid splattered across her body.
"Kyahaha, what the hell? Premature much? Cumming just from touching? No shame?"
"Heh heh. Out you go. You blew your load, so you're disqualified. I'll go first!"
"Y-you idiot. That's not it!"
The man who had tried to insert shouted that it was a misunderstanding. As if his ejaculation were contagious, the other men nearby began shuddering violently, spewing semen without any stimulation. The spontaneous orgasms brought sharp jolts of pleasure, scattering seed everywhere. Only then did they grasp the gravity of the situation, descending into chaos.
"What is this?"
"It won't... stop? It's still coming!"
The wraiths possessing and controlling the bodies cried out in bewilderment. Even gripping their manhoods and blocking the urethras with their hands couldn't halt the flow.
"Argh! It h-hurts!"
The endless ejaculation turned from pleasure to agony. Each release drained the bodies, sapping their life force. The panicked wraiths tried to flee their hosts, but something held them fast. They screamed and thrashed in torment, dying for no reason they could fathom. An enormous volume of semen coated the walls, floor, and ceiling as they collapsed, withered like mummies.
The attic reeked so strongly of night-blooming flowers that it numbed the nose. Amid the uproar, Arhil stared blankly into space, murmuring to herself.
"Mmm. Smells nice."
Click-clack went the high heels, and a woman appeared at the door. She was incredibly seductive and beautiful. Her outfit was practically nonexistent, with extreme exposure highlighting her ample breasts, slim waist, and plump hips. But the tail on her rear, wings on her back, and horns peeking from her red hair made it clear she wasn't human.
Even without that, her allure was beyond human.
Had there been men watching, they'd have gaped and drooled at her mere walk. Her red locks swaying, she approached the fallen Arhil, smiling down at her with crinkled eyes.
"Oh dear, how pitiful."
She knelt on one knee and reached out to Arhil. The moment the pale, delicate hand touched and stroked her cheek, Arhil's back arched sharply.
"Eek! Hiiiii!"
She climaxed. Arhil watched in shock as a piercing pleasure shot through her, her lower body convulsing and squirting fluids. She tried to question it in her panic, but the sensation—unlike anything she'd ever felt—overwhelmed and erased her thoughts. She panted heavily. The woman watching drew a smile on her lips.
A natural reaction.
Before her, Asmodeus, ruler of lust, no mere human could resist. Asmodeus slowly slid her hand from the cheek downward. Arhil's aroused, bucking body calmed at her touch, her ragged breaths steadying.
"As I thought when I watched earlier, it's such a waste to let talent like yours break like this. What to do? I was originally going to watch over Jinmu per Lady Artemisia's orders... but you tempt me more."
"Hnng! Haaah."
"Yes. You'd suit me better. Come now, lost little lamb. Forget that Holy King who betrayed your faith. She doesn't remember you or care anyway. After all, it was I who saved you, not her. Why not put your faith in me instead of a king who abandons you? I can become your object of worship."
Arhil didn't answer. She couldn't. The immense pleasure from that hand on her cheek was ecstatic. Like being tightly embraced by a loved one, filling her with bliss.
As the touch trailed down her body, her despair and pain seemed to wash away. It was warm. An indescribable happiness enveloped her. Then a sweet voice whispered clearly into her ear.
"I won't abandon you like the Holy King. I won't just watch. I'll save you. I'll take you from this filthy place. Believe in me. Follow me."
The voice echoed in her mind, imprinting on her soul.
Who... who are you?
No sound came from her lips. But as if understanding, a reply came.
"I am Asmodeus, subordinate of the Seventh Lord of the Demon Realm, Lady Artemisia, and holder of the sin of Lust among the Seven Deadly Sins."
A demon...?
"Yes, a demon. But does that matter? I saved you when even the Holy King wouldn't. I'm nothing like her, who betrayed your faith. Well? Won't you come with me?"
Her voice felt like a strange magical incantation. Was this what being enchanted felt like? She knew she shouldn't, yet her head nodded on its own. Yes, she saved me. The Holy King didn't even answer, but she did.
"Asmodeus."
...Lady Asmodeus came herself to rescue me.
She's different from the Holy King. She won't betray my faith.
"Yes, I won't betray your faith."
Asmodeus curled her lips. Rescued right before her mind shattered, no real persuasion was needed. Arhil fell into Asmodeus's magic, lost in ecstasy, turning puppet-like. Her object of faith shifted from Yophiel to Asmodeus. Faith in Yophiel turned to enmity, wariness of Asmodeus to devotion.
"Now, take my hand. Become my apostle, believe in me, and act for me."
A delicate hand extended before her hazy eyes. The body she thought wouldn't move did. Arhil grasped it and replied.
"...Yes. Gladly."
It was the moment Priestess Arhil of Yophiel became Apostle of the demon Asmodeus. And Cheriu Village became ruins without a single survivor, endless rain pouring down.
—Side Story 2, Arhil - If You Hadn't Come in Time.
—Ending
========== Afterword ==========
I tried to write the scene, but ahh. I just couldn't bear to defile Arhil.
There are a lot who dislike it... no helping it.
Alright, everyone. No scenes for a while.
If I force it in, it'll feel half-baked, so sealing it again.
Side story's over anyway.
Deleted episode 99 at 02:26.
Read the comments and realized there were definitely awkward parts, so I'll fix them and upload with the next episode either tonight or tomorrow at 0 AM.
Can't do it before then since I have a full lecture schedule today. Should be home in the evening.
Sorry.