The Abyss Exit and the Princess's First Purity
The ash-gray earth of the Demon Battlefield tore itself apart with a roar, and dark-red mist of malice surged upward from all sides like a waterfall.
The screams and hatred of ancient souls, sealed for thousands of years at the very bottom of this dimension, spun into a colossal vortex, and between the collapsed stone pillars, monarch-grade spirit entities of unimaginable size revealed their grotesque forms.
The black mist crawling up from below was no mere gas.
It was closer to a solid—vile remnants of darkness, thick with viscosity and dripping with an evil will that sought to take shape on its own.
Wuuuuung—!
The entire Demon Battlefield lurched as if the very earth were shifting.
The shattered ancient blood-red magic glyphs spewed red light all at once, and massive fissures dozens of meters long split open across the stone floor.
Hundreds of bloodied black hands burst forth from those cracks, followed by arms and shoulders with grotesquely twisted joints, torn-off heads clawing over one another as they crawled upward like famished ghouls fighting for scraps.
"...My lord Yushin, monsters are converging on us from every direction!"
Freya shouted, gasping as she clutched a thick grimoire tightly to her chest.
Before her cry had even faded, the first monster kicked off the earth and rocketed into the air.
Its form was grotesque beyond description.
A monstrous beast's maw sprouting half a dozen human limbs, molten carapace stitched to a warped spine—a cursed chimera-spirit unique to the Demon Battlefield.
Yushin wrapped an arm around Freya behind him and drew from his waist the magic sword Black Moon, now evolved to D-rank.
Shring—!
Its blade had grown more than a hand-span longer, and red and blue mana churned across its jet-black surface. Gazing upon the hundreds of spirit monsters swarming before it, Black Moon roared in its master's grip like a starving beast.
"Freya, cover the rear!"
"Yes, my lord Yushin! May the sacred blessing go with your blade!"
Freya raised her grimoire high and chanted a holy incantation.
Weeeeing!
The violet flower-ribbon hairpin pinned in her silver-white hair blazed brilliantly, mingling with mystical golden mana.
A curtain of pure-white mana enveloped Yushin's entire body as a supreme sanctuary barrier took form—one that maximized wide-area purification, physical acceleration, magic resistance, and internal mana recovery.
"Haaap!"
Yushin kicked off the ground and bored into the heart of the charging spirit legion like a bolt of lightning.
Crack! BOOM!
Each time Black Moon's black blade carved through the air, dark sword-energy traced massive crescent arcs, cleaving through the necks of phantom knights like autumn leaves in the wind.
"Kraaaagh...!"
Before the severed fragments of spirit could even scatter, Black Moon's blade spun into a great vortex and greedily devoured the dark-red energy of the ancient souls.
With every spirit it consumed, Black Moon's destructive power multiplied exponentially, and Yushin's sword path tore the darkness of the Abyss to shreds without a shred of mercy.
"Freya, cast the wide-area debuff!"
"Yes! Sacred seal of binding, shackle our enemies' feet!"
Golden crosses shot from Freya's fingertips and slammed into the ground, locking the ankles of dozens of charging monsters in place.
Yushin seized the opening and leapt into the air.
"Collapse!"
Yushin extended his left hand and unleashed the gravitational force of Reversion, the S-rank magic system—and the dozens of ancient souls scattering in all directions were forcibly compressed and condensed into a single point.
Black Moon's ruthless bisection followed.
KWAGUGUGUNG!
"Breaking through comes before annihilation! Freya, just follow on my back!"
"I promise, my lord Yushin!"
Wielding massive sword-energy, Yushin pushed forward through the gaps between the endlessly surging monsters.
At last, when they reached the deepest heart of the Demon Battlefield, the mist of malice that had blanketed everything parted as if by magic, revealing a plaza of eerie, almost unnatural stillness.
At its center stood only a massive ancient altar from thousands of years past, rising tall and unbroken—no shattered glyphs, no rising fissures.
"My lord Yushin, this place is strangely quiet compared to before... far too quiet."
"When things are too quiet, it usually means they're more dangerous. Let's catch our breath and recover our strength for a moment."
Yushin leaned against a corner of the altar, closed his eyes, and quietly rested.
Then he opened his Virtual Warehouse, took out a chilled bottle of water and freshly baked bread he had packed in advance on Earth, and handed them to Freya.
"First, wet your throat and eat this."
Freya took the bottle in both hands and looked up at Yushin with eyes full of wonder.
"Your spatial magic, my lord... every time I see it, it truly amazes me."
Freya took a sip of water and carefully bit into the bread.
Yushin drew out the ancient family chronicle his father had left him and leafed through to its final page.
"The heart of the Demon Battlefield is no sanctuary. It is the sole exit—and a proving ground that demands the entirety of one's power and love. Steel your resolve fully before you dare the challenge."
Yushin closed the book and raised his head.
"Freya, it seems that altar itself is the only exit device by which we can leave this place."
"Then... does that mean we can only escape if we activate it?"
"Yes. Most likely."
Yushin approached the center of the altar and laid his hand upon it.
CLANG— GRRRRND!
Massive iron gratings crashed down like lightning from the stone walls on all sides, trapping the two of them completely within the circular altar.
At the same time, a heavy mechanical groan thundered up from deep below, where colossal gears meshed and turned.
Weeeeing!
The ancient magic arrays etched into the altar floor lit up one by one in golden light and began converging toward the center.
But the altar's exit array failed to open fully, sputtering and hesitating with ragged sparks.
Freya quickly flipped through her grimoire, deciphering the inscriptions carved on the altar pillars.
Her golden eyes wavered violently between shock and shame.
"Th-this is... the ultimate law-of-causality seal the primordial gods left behind for escaping the Demon Battlefield. It was designed so that the dimensional gate will only open when... when the purest, most ardent life force and essence of a man and a woman resonate through their bodies joining in perfect union."
The union of pure life force and essence.
It meant the most primal coupling of all—a man and a woman mingling their whole bodies and spilling their seed deep into the womb.
Freya's porcelain face flushed crimson all the way to the nape of her neck and the tips of her ears.
When Yushin stared at her in flustered confusion, Freya met his eyes resolutely, her trembling hands working at the buttons of her breast.
"My lord Yushin... from the very beginning, I resolved to give you everything I am. My first time... belongs to you and you alone."
With a soft whisper of fabric.
Freya herself loosened the corset laces of her white-and-pastel-blue imperial court uniform.
The elegant dress slid to the floor, and the dazzlingly pale, flawless naked form of the First Princess stood revealed upon the altar.
The slender, smooth line of her collarbone, and a wasp waist without a trace of excess flesh.
Above it, luscious breasts with plump, springy pink nipples.
And between the narrow thighs of the girl who had cast aside her white silk undergarments, a chaste, densely folded virgin slit lay shyly closed—untouched by any man since the day she was born.
Yet at the mere presence of Yushin's enormous manhood, transparent virgin nectar was already flowing like honey from the depths of her womb, soaking her porcelain thighs.
Inside Yushin's trousers, his enormous member raised its veins and pulsed ferociously.
Yushin cast off his pants, gripped Freya's soft, warm thighs in both hands, and spread them apart over the altar.
"Freya... tell me if it hurts."
"As long as I can carry your child, my lord... I'd be happy even if I were torn apart. Take my first... all of it...!"
THWAP!
"Hiiiyaang...!"
With a sharp scream, Yushin's enormous member pierced mercilessly through Freya's narrow, tightly furled hymen.
Bright-red virgin blood spread across the pure-white altar marble like scattered rose petals.
At the overwhelming girth boring into her to the root in a single thrust, Freya's back arched like a drawn bow.
The eyes of the holy princess melted in an instant into the heat of pleasure.
"Ahh...! Anh, aahh...! My lord Yushin... your huge cock is... it's stuffing my tight little pussy like it's tearing me apart...!"
The delicate folds of her inner walls seized Yushin's cock like mad, clenching and sucking at it.
Yushin gripped her slender waist firmly and began hammering a furious piston toward the mouth of her womb.
SPLAP! PANG, PANG, PANG!
"Ahhguh...! Ah, ahh...! So deep... my womb's entrance is being pounded over and over...!"
Freya threw her arms around Yushin's neck and clung to him, spilling nasal, melodic cries of pleasure.
The violet flower-ribbon pin in her silver-white hair swayed with the recoil of ecstasy, and transparent love-juice burst from her like a fountain, thoroughly drenching Yushin's thighs.
"Freya, you're so tight I'm going out of my mind... I'm going to fill you up to the brim!"
"Cum inside me! Your hot seed, my lord... breed the princess's womb full to overflowing...!"
BRRRRRT! FYUUUT! PSHH!
Thick, dense ropes of Yushin's scalding semen gushed unstoppably into the deepest recesses of Freya's womb.
"Hiiiii...!"
Freya's eyes rolled back, whites bared, her whole body convulsing like a shaken aspen as she plunged into an overwhelming orgasm.
Her womb gulped down Yushin's seed, and the very moment their two mana resonated in perfect unison—
THOOM—!
A powerful suction force erupted from the central mechanism, dragging in the last dregs of spirit-malice remaining in the Demon Battlefield and molding them into the shape of a massive stone golem.
The gatekeeper monster the Demon Battlefield had forged as its final act.
Yushin cradled the exhausted, collapsed Freya in one arm and drew Black Moon.
Freya, panting hard, spread a final support spell with her fingertips.
"Sacred binding... shackle the golem...!"
Golden chains coiled again and again around the golem's massive limbs.
Yushin did not miss the opening—he kicked off the earth and drove Black Moon straight down into the golem's core.
KWAAAM!
Black Moon's dark sword-energy shattered the golem's heart and blew it apart.
And at last, the ancient dimensional array on the altar floor fired a blindingly brilliant pillar of golden light into the sky.
FAAAAAANG—!
The sealed dimensional gate swung wide open, wrapped itself around the two of them, and launched them in an instant toward the imperial palace of the real world.
WHOOOSH! THUD!
The instant the two appeared on the carpet of the imperial audience chamber, the Emperor Aurelia and the imperial guard mages—who had kept their deathly pale vigil over the room—erupted in cries of shock and joy.
"Freya! Sir Wanderer!"
Freya rested in Yushin's embrace, soaked with sweat and seed, a blissful smile on her lips.
Having flawlessly conquered the ancient trial of the Demon Battlefield and claimed the body and heart of Freya, First Princess of the Empire, in their entirety, Yushin now stood at the apex.
It was the moment the stature of an absolute conqueror rose towering over all the world, destined to shake the whole of the Arhen Empire.