The Snowball Effect of the Letter
Hans lifted his heavy eyelids. The room was pitch black. Only a faint sliver of moonlight slanted through the window, faintly illuminating the space. 'Ugh… what time is it?' His body felt as heavy as waterlogged cotton. Instinctively, he groped at the spot beside him. No one was there. A wave of relief washed over him. 'Thank goodness… she’s gone.' He prayed that Masa had been too busy with the inn to remember him, and tried to sit up.
That was when it happened.
"Hieek?!" Hans let out a shriek and scrambled backward. His eyes, now adjusted to the darkness, slowly made out her silhouette. It was Masa. She sat with her legs crossed on the chair right beside the bed, chin resting on her hand as she looked down at him. Only her eyes gleamed like phosphorescence in the dark.
"M-Masa? How long have you been sitting there?"
"The whole time. Our baby’s sleeping face is just so adorable, I couldn’t stop watching."
Her voice was as sweet as ever. But the chilling undertone hidden within it was impossible to miss. Masa rose from her seat and approached the bed. In her hand was a cold, damp towel.
"You sweated so much. Let me wipe you down."
"N-no, that’s alright! I can do it mys—"
Hans tried to pull the blanket over himself and escape, but Masa was faster. She shoved his chest hard, forcing him back down onto the bed.
"Stay still. I’m offering to wash you. Why are you running away?"
Her hands roughly yanked off his top.
"......"
Masa lit a single lamp. As the red glow filled the room, the raw marks etched across Hans’s upper body were laid bare. Countless kiss marks left by Eila. From his neck to his collarbones, across his chest. Seeing the crimson petals branded into his skin, Masa’s expression froze into icy rigidity.
"There’s still so much filth left."
She growled under her breath.
"I’ll have to disinfect you properly."
Masa began scrubbing his neck vigorously with the hot towel.
"Aaaagh! Masa! It hurts! You’re going to tear my skin off!"
Hans thrashed in pain as if his flesh were being peeled away, but Masa didn’t budge. She scrubbed with the relentless focus of a cleaner determined to erase every last stain. Yet the marks Eila had left refused to fade easily.
"Tsk."
Masa clicked her tongue in irritation.
"They won’t come off? Then I’ll just have to cover them up."
She tossed the towel aside and climbed on top of him.
"M-Masa? Wait a second… mmph!"
Masa sank her teeth into his neck like a wild animal. Right over Eila’s kiss marks, she began biting and overwriting them with her own brutal marks.
"Guhhh…!"
She chewed and gnawed as if she meant to tear the flesh away, licking it thoroughly and coating it thickly with her saliva.
"How dare you let someone else scribble on what’s mine?"
She hissed into his ear.
"Remember this. The only one allowed to leave marks on your body is me. Understand?"
"Y-yes! I understand…!"
Hans nodded frantically, terrified.
"Now… I should clean the lower half too, shouldn’t I?"
Masa’s hand slid smoothly into his pants.
"Ah… ugh…!"
Hans was already utterly exhausted, but her skilled fingers still managed to bring his cock back to full hardness. She yanked his pants down to his ankles, hiked up her skirt, and straddled him.
"I’m putting it in."
Masa stared straight into his eyes as she slowly lowered her hips.
Squelch.Schlick.
"Haaaa… ahhh…"
As Hans’s massive shaft pushed all the way inside, Masa narrowed her eyes and let out a long, shuddering breath. Her hot, slick inner walls wrapped around him as if trying to swallow him whole. The overwhelming suction gripped every ridge and vein of his cock like countless tiny suckers, refusing to let go.
"That little girl can’t do anything like this, can she?"
Masa asked as she rolled her hips in slow circles. Her vaginal walls twisted and clenched, scraping against his glans.
"Ugh! M-Masa… it’s too tight…!"
"Of course it is. I’m the only one who can truly make you feel good. That child is just imitating what she can’t even understand."
Gaslighting. Masa kept whispering into his ear, clouding his mind.
"Ah, ah…! There, hngh! S-stop… no, more…!"
When she struck his most sensitive spot with perfect precision, Hans’s hips bucked upward. A wave of pleasure crashed over his brain. Reason shut down. Only instinct remained.
"I’m gonna cum! Masa!"
He had reached his limit. But at that exact moment—
"Oh…?"
"Not yet."
Masa’s lips curved into a devilish smile.
"Feel it more. It wouldn’t be any fun if you finished so easily, would it?"
Just as Hans trembled at the peak, about to explode, Masa deliberately relaxed the muscles at her entrance. The crushing pressure vanished in an instant. The semen that had been ready to burst lost its momentum and sank back down helplessly. The moment the urge to ejaculate receded like the tide and his eyes glazed over in despair, Masa seized the timing perfectly. With masterful muscle control, she clamped down on his cock again from root to tip. The powerful, milking pressure made his hips stiffen once more.
Delayed ejaculation technique. Torture that dragged him between heaven and hell.
"Uuuugh! Please! Please let me cum!"
"Who do you like the most? Say it."
Masa pinched his nipple with her nails as she asked.
"Masa! Masa is the best!"
Hans screamed, begging for survival—or rather, for pleasure.
"Good boy, my sweet baby."
Only then did Masa smile in satisfaction. She gripped his shoulders tightly and began slamming her hips with ferocious intensity.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.
"Cum! Fill me up completely!"
"Kwaaaaaagh!"
Hans erupted with a pleasure so intense it felt like his spine was being ripped out. Spurt! Spluuuurt! Massive amounts of semen flooded deep into Masa’s womb.
"Haa… haa…"
Hans went limp. It was finally over. He just wanted to sleep. But Masa leaned over his chest, licking his earlobe as she whispered.
"Trying to sleep already? Not a chance."
Her insides twitched again. She refused to release his spent cock, clenching and grinding against it.
"Until your semen turns completely clear… tonight is going to be very long."
Hans’s eyes filled with pure terror.
"S-spare me…"
But Masa’s relentless semen extraction continued until the sun began to rise. Twice, three times… until only clear fluid came out. In the end, Hans lost consciousness as if he had fainted.
The next morning, Hans woke up feeling as if his entire body had been beaten black and blue. When he looked in the mirror, he was horrified. His neck… had become a work of art. Eila’s red kiss marks were now overlaid with Masa’s dark purple bite marks and bruises, creating a grotesque yet obscenely beautiful pattern.
'How… how am I supposed to go outside like this?'
He tried to cover it with clothes, but the marks crept all the way up past his shirt collar.
"Oh my, are you leaving already?"
Masa greeted him from behind the counter with a refreshed, glowing face. Her skin shone with an especially lustrous sheen, like a succubus who had feasted well.
"Y-yes… I’ll be back later…"
As Hans tried to hurry out, Masa called after him in a loud voice.
The guests in the lobby—especially Ben and the local uncles—stared at him with eyes full of envy. Masa deliberately adjusted his collar, openly displaying the brutal marks on his neck. This man is mine. Don’t touch him. It was a silent declaration of ownership.
Feeling his face burn with embarrassment, Hans fled the inn as if running for his life.
At the Adventurer’s Guild lobby, Hans entered with his head lowered as much as possible. But fate refused to be avoided.
"Hans!"
Eila, who had been at the counter, spotted him and immediately rushed over.
"Where on earth did you disappear to yesterday without even contacting me? I told you to come here every day!"
Her voice was a mix of worry and anger.
"Ah, well… something came up…"
"Something came up? What could possibly be more important? I waited so long for you…"
Eila approached with teary eyes, then suddenly froze. Her nose twitched. The scent radiating from Hans’s body wasn’t the lavender fragrance she loved. It was a mature, thick, cheap but potent rose perfume. And then her gaze locked onto his neck.
"......"
The red marks she had so carefully left behind had been crushed. They were buried beneath larger, darker, far more savage bite marks.
Eila’s expression turned ice-cold in an instant. Worry transformed into betrayal. Relief became murderous intent.
"......I was worried about you."
She smiled chillingly.
"But you were too busy rolling around with some other bitch, weren’t you?"
"E-Eila, that’s not it… this is all a misunderstanding…"
"Misunderstanding? Are my eyes broken? Some thieving cat put her paws all over what’s mine?"
Her eyes gleamed dangerously.
"She turned you into an absolute mess. How filthy."
She reached out and stroked his neck. Her nails dug in slightly.
"During lunch break… come to the guild warehouse."
"Huh? The warehouse? Why…"
"I need to re-educate you. If you don’t come… I’ll kill you."
Leaving behind that freezing warning, Eila returned to the counter. Hans nearly collapsed as his legs gave out.
'I’m screwed.'
Instead of having his cake and eating it too, it looked like he was about to be torn apart from both sides.
Meanwhile, completely separate from this chaos, the seeds of another disaster had already begun to sprout.
A few days earlier, in the Security Chief’s office.
Karen sat at her desk with a refreshed expression, scribbling away with her quill. It was the day after her first ‘turbid energy emission’ training with Hans, when she had experienced such overwhelming pleasure that her whole body went numb and she had gushed fluids like a fountain.
She was writing letters to her old academy friends scattered across the land. Their specialties varied—knighthood, magic, administration—but they all shared the common traits of outstanding grades and rigid personalities. Birds of a feather, as they say. The people around Karen were all socially awkward geniuses in their respective fields who had built walls around themselves when it came to the ways of the world or men.
Dearest Lucia,
How is life at the temple these days? Still nothing but prayer and training, I suppose.
There is something we have all overlooked until now. I believe it is the proper emission of turbid energy that accumulates within the body. Recently, with the help of a certain expert, I experienced the process of clearing blocked energy and properly discharging turbid energy.
When the deep knots inside the body are stimulated, the mana core vibrates violently and a transparent liquid gushes forth. The process was intensely destructive, but the sense of purification afterward is beyond words. I am convinced this is a sacred ritual that every knight—or anyone who serves the gods—must undertake.
"Hm. Perfect."
Karen nodded as she reread the letter. It was pure goodwill; she genuinely wanted to share this revolutionary training method with her comrades.
"Chief, I’ve brought the approval documents."
A new female security officer entered.
"Oh, perfect timing. You there—haven’t you felt like your energy flow has been blocked lately?"
Karen’s eyes sparkled as she sat her subordinate down.
"I’ve discovered an excellent training method. According to the expert named Hans, a woman’s turbid energy emission is a far more delicate and arduous process than a man’s."
"Turbid… energy emission?"
"Indeed. I believe all our female personnel can become stronger through this method. That’s why I’m giving you this opportunity first."
Karen explained passionately as she handed over a bundle of letters.
"These letters contain extremely important training secrets. Take them to the post office immediately and send them by the fastest route. Not a single one must be lost."
The innocent subordinate was moved by her chief’s confident demeanor.
"C-Chief! I would love to learn this too! I’ll make sure every letter is properly sent!"
"Good. An excellent attitude."
Karen melted red wax with satisfaction and stamped the seal. The emblem of the Ludel Security Force was pressed firmly into place. And beneath it, the recipient’s name was clearly written.
Lucia
In a remote western frontier parish, inside a shabby old temple whose name few even knew.
Lucia, once hailed as a genius and candidate for the next Holy Knight Commander of the central diocese, now demoted to a mere heretic inquisitor in the borderlands, was flipping through dusty ledgers. It had already been half a year since she was pushed out for stubbornly clinging to principles amid the central church’s filthy power struggles. The price for rejecting the nobles’ corrupt requests and defying orders to harshly exploit the common people had been severe. The hand that should have held a sword now only carried the cold title of inquisitor and the dull weight of boredom.
"What… what is this nonsense?"
As Lucia read the letter, her pupils shook violently. Like Karen, she was a maiden who had spent her entire life in a monastery.
'Stimulating the deep knots inside the body to make the mana core vibrate and spray holy water… this is clearly the soul-sucking absorption technique of a heretical cultist!'
A sacred ritual that every servant of God must perform? To Lucia, this was the most vulgar and dangerous deception imaginable—one meant to brainwash pure knights and defile their divinity.
"That rigid Karen… has had her soul corrupted by some unknown wicked sorcerer and is willingly offering up her essence!"
Lucia shot to her feet with enough force that it looked like she might flip her meticulously organized desk. The only thing that had kept her going after her demotion from the central church was her cold sense of duty to detect and destroy filthy heresy.
"Who is this so-called expert?! How dare he treat a holy knight’s body as a plaything and perform such impure rituals. I will never forgive this."
A mad, murderous glint filled Lucia’s eyes. For someone whose calling was to purify unclean energy, the stench of heresy that had tainted her friend and now threatened to engulf the entire village was an unbearable stain.
"Prepare to depart for Ludel at once! I will personally uproot and purify this filthy heresy!"
Back in Ludel. During Eila’s lunch break, Hans was dragged by the hand to the warehouse behind the guild.
Clank.
"E-Eila? What do you mean by education… what are we doing here…"
Hans backed away. Her eyes were as dull as a dead fish’s, but her lips were smiling.