The Inquisitor's Interrogation
Rina's grip was beyond anything Hans could have imagined. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had been convulsing across her entire body and foaming at the mouth only moments earlier. Hans broke into a cold sweat as she seized him around the waist.
"R-Rina? Training is over for today. You really should rest now..."
"There's still... something left inside my belly... some dregs..."
Rina twisted her hips while clawing at the bedsheets. Her eyes had lost their focus and were wandering through empty air, yet her obsession with Hans remained painfully clear. Between her legs, the white turbid energy Hans had drawn out—actually her own love juices—continued to flow in sticky rivulets, soaking the mattress.
That was when it happened. Thud. Thud. Thud. Heavy vibrations rolled down the corridor. The unmistakable sound of steel plate boots slamming against the floor. There was only one person in this entire building capable of producing that kind of noise.
It's Karen.
Hans's face drained of all color.
If she catches me, I'm dead. Four in a row would actually kill me.
Masa, Eila, Rina, and now Karen on top of them? Even Hans had his limits.
"I-I just remembered an urgent matter, so I'll be going!"
"Master...? When the chief arrives... the three of us could..."
"Make-up lessons next time!"
Hans summoned every ounce of strength he possessed to wrench free from Rina's sticky grasp.
"Kyaaang!"
Rina let out a plaintive cry as she collapsed onto the bed. Hans didn't even glance back. He sprinted for the second-floor window. Thankfully it was already open. Without a moment's hesitation he stepped onto the sill and hurled himself out.
The instant he landed in the flowerbed bushes, he heard the door burst open behind him with a metallic clang.
"Hans! Rina! The meeting with the lord finished earlier than—"
Karen's voice faded into the distance.
Crash!
Hans landed squarely on his backside in the flowerbed. The stinging from the thorny branches registered second to the overwhelming wave of relief.
I survived...
"......"
Karen stood frozen, staring around the room. The scene inside the security barracks looked as if a storm had torn through it. The bedsheets were drenched in sweat and unidentifiable fluids, hanging limp and sodden. A thick, dizzying musk hung in the air. And right in the middle of it all lay Rina, unconscious.
Her lower body was completely exposed. The insides of her thighs trembled as if in aftershock. Any normal person would have reported this as a crime scene immediately. Yet Karen's eyes quivered not with shock, but with awe.
"To think... such vicious turbid energy was lurking inside her body..."
Karen approached the bed. She gazed at the white, foam-flecked fluid still leaking from between Rina's legs and interpreted it as "impurities that had been building up for a long time."
"Good heavens... how much pain she must have endured. To carry all those toxins inside her and still complete her training without complaint..."
She brushed the sweat-soaked hair from Rina's forehead with genuine admiration.
"Mmm... Chief..."
"Rina, how do you feel?"
"My body... feels so light... like my stomach is completely empty..."
Rina murmured in a dreamy voice. She wasn't lying. After Hans had wrung her soul inside out, her muscles refused to obey her. The sensation was so strange she genuinely felt as light as a feather.
Karen nodded solemnly.
"As expected of Hans. To leave without seeking any reward..."
Her gaze moved to the open window. Respect flooded her blue eyes.
"This won't do. I cannot simply let him depart like this. I must at least offer proper words of gratitude."
Without hesitation, Karen stepped onto the windowsill.
"Huff... huff..."
Hans crouched in the corner of the flowerbed, hidden among the dense ornamental shrubs, struggling to catch his breath. His heart felt ready to explode.
This is insane. What the hell am I even doing anymore?
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Rina's taste still lingered—salty, musky. Far from disgusting him, it made him lick his lips without thinking.
I'm seriously losing my mind.
Hans let out a self-mocking laugh and tried to stand. That was when it happened.
"Such filthy energy resonates loudly. You rat."
A chilling voice came from directly above him. Hans's body froze solid like a statue. When he slowly raised his head, someone backlit by the sun loomed over him in silhouette.
A uniform of intersecting black and crimson. A massive cross emblem engraved upon the chest. And cold eyes dripping with open contempt.
"Hiiik?! I-I was just passing by..."
"Lies."
It was a short answer, yet it carried absolute authority that allowed no defiance. The stark black-and-red contrast, the enormous cross on the chest—those were the formal garments of a Heretic Inquisitor dispatched directly from the central temple. These were the reapers who wielded unlimited power across the empire and could behead nobles without hesitation at the mere label of "heretic." The moment Hans recognized the uniform, alarm bells screamed inside his skull: If I act tough here, I die instantly.
Scrape.
The woman took one step closer. A sharp longsword was already in her hand. The tip tapped under Hans's chin, forcing his head up.
"Ugh..."
Her gaze traveled across his face. The glistening saliva at the corner of his mouth. The horrific bruises covering his neck, visible between his collar. Like Karen, she had been raised in complete sexual isolation under her doting father. To Lucia, who had never even seen a kiss mark before, the traces left by Masa and Eila looked like bizarre patterns born of heretical sorcery or marks of corruption.
"What is that hideous pattern engraved upon your neck? Have you sold your soul to a witch, causing your flesh to rot?"
Lucia's brow furrowed mercilessly. She looked at Hans with the same disgust one might show filth.
"They said an evil presence lingered in Ludel. So this impure wretch was hiding here."
"N-No! This is just from some women— I mean, acquaintances—"
"I will hear no excuses."
The woman raised her sword high. There was no mercy. She looked fully prepared to carry out summary execution on the spot. Hans squeezed his eyes shut.
Ah, fuck. So this is how I die. Well... at least I got to taste a twenty-year-old virgin's pussy at the end. Not bad...
Even in the face of death, his final thoughts were of that nature. Hans felt pathetic.
Shiiing—!
The sound of a blade slicing through air.
"Halt, Lucia!"
A thunderous shout fell from above. Boom! A heavy landing sent dirt exploding outward. The moment the enormous weight descended and Lucia reflexively stepped back, a silver wall like a castle gate appeared before Hans's eyes.
It was Karen. She had leaped straight from the second-floor window and landed between Lucia and Hans. The impact caused her long silver plate skirt to flip upward.
And in that instant, time stopped for Hans.
Beneath the fluttering silver skirt, the firm lines of toned thigh muscles hidden beneath cold armor were revealed. Healthy skin gleaming brilliantly in the sunlight. And nestled nobly between those thighs, pure white cotton panties.
No lace. No ribbons. No decorations whatsoever. A brutally simple, purely functional design. Yet that very simplicity made it all the more stimulating. The knight's stubbornness, purity, and defenselessness were all compressed into that single piece of white cloth.
So white...
Suddenly a scene from a visual novel he had played in his previous life flashed through his mind. The majestic CG of a blonde female knight charging with her skirt-armor fluttering. The fantasy he had stayed up all night imagining—what exactly the panties beneath that armor might feel like—now unfolded before his eyes with overwhelming realism no mere monitor pixels could ever match.
Even though his neck could fly off at any second in this life-or-death crisis, Hans's pupils remained locked on the white sanctuary between Karen's legs. The way the panty band dug tightly into her pelvic line. The texture of the cotton fabric stretched taut with every movement of her thighs. Hans's mouth fell open unconsciously.
I can die without regrets. One item on my life's bucket list has been checked off right here. Thank you, God. No—thank you, Lady Karen.
"Step aside, Karen."
Lucia's cold voice shattered Hans's fantasy. She had clearly witnessed exactly where his gaze had been directed.
"This man was just peeping beneath your skirt. His eyes are clouded. They are the filthy eyes of one steeped in impure lust."
Lucia's observation was accurate. Yet Karen merely snorted and adjusted her skirt.
"Hmph, Lucia! What kind of nonsense is that, coming from you? This man is one who has mastered the mysteries of the human body. He has just finished clearing the blocked turbid energy from Rina!"
"Clearing turbid energy?"
Lucia pointed at Hans in disbelief.
"You can say that after seeing those marks on his neck?"
"They are merely traces of intense treatment! You don't understand how painful and fierce the process of expelling turbid energy is."
Karen wrapped her arms around Hans protectively and declared boldly,
"Do not judge by appearance alone, Lucia. This man's eyes possess the insight to see through to the very origin of the human body!"
No, that's not it... I was just looking at the panties...
Hans wailed internally. Please. I'd rather you treat me like a beast. Being treated like a sage is much scarier.
But Karen's defense showed no signs of stopping.
"Thanks to his help, I have awakened the resonance of my mana core. Did I not write about that miracle in the letter I sent you? To insult him without even experiencing that miracle yourself!"
Lucia's eyebrows twitched. The inquisitor burned with rage toward the charlatan who had brainwashed her friend. The knight grew frustrated with her friend who could not see the truth. Sparks flew where their gazes met in midair.
"Very well."
Lucia sheathed her sword. But she did not withdraw her killing intent.
"Since you insist so strongly, I shall withhold summary execution for now."
She pulled a pair of magic handcuffs from her belt and tossed them. Clank. Hans's wrists were bound in an instant.
"Instead, I will conduct a formal interrogation. Prove this so-called noble technique before my eyes."
The corner of Lucia's mouth curved in a chilling smile.
"If it proves false... then I shall rip out your tongue and seal it within a holy relic."
Inside the carriage heading toward an abandoned temple on the outskirts of the village, Hans sat huddled on the floor, still bound. Lucia occupied the opposite seat while Karen sat beside her. The knight had insisted on coming along, declaring, "I shall assist in proving your innocence!" Far from helping, her presence only made Hans feel like his lifespan was being actively shortened.
The carriage rattled. Hans lifted his head and looked forward. Lucia sat with her legs crossed, staring out the window. Her outfit was stimulating no matter how many times he saw it. While the tightly fastened uniform strictly concealed the lines of her upper body, her lower half was strangely sensual. Above heavy steel greaves, her thighs were wrapped in thin, glossy black silk stockings that seemed almost translucent.
Black stockings... on a Heretic Inquisitor.
The soft texture contrasting with the cold metal armor completely captured Hans's gaze. With every jolting movement of the carriage, the white outer robe fluttered, revealing glimpses of soft thigh flesh pressed tight beneath the stockings.
Even though he was being taken away like a criminal, Hans swallowed hard. If Karen's white panties had been a sacred salvation, Lucia's black stockings were a swamp tempting him toward corruption. White and black. To be shown both tastes at once.
"Um... Karen?"
Hans called out in a tiny voice.
"Worry not, Hans."
Karen gave him a thumbs-up.
"With your skill, even Lucia will be enlightened shortly. Go and demonstrate it clearly."
Hans squeezed his eyes shut.
Do I seriously have to risk my life to eat pussy, Karen?!