Am I... A Eunuch?
‘Me, a eunuch?’ Knock, knock.
With the crisp rap of knuckles against wood, Hans stepped into the room.
“Your Highness! You’ve arrived!” Elise greeted him with radiant delight. Her gaze, however, immediately slid past him to the empty hallway behind, shooting a sharp glare into the vacant corridor. “That wretched girl Mari—how long does it take to escort His Highness? What on earth was she doing out there that she still hasn’t shown up?”
Elise clicked her tongue at the deserted hallway, but the moment she turned back to Hans her entire face bloomed like a flower in spring. “Well, never mind. You’re here now, so all is forgiven. Come in, Your Highness, come in at once.”
She slipped her arm through his with practiced ease and guided the stumbling man deeper into the room. Hans’s eyes were sunken and hollow, every last drop of vitality drained by Mari. His expression resembled that of a saint who had transcended all worldly suffering, and his footsteps dragged like a man twice his age.
Elise clasped her hands together in open admiration. “Aah…! Your Highness!” Her eyes were completely clouded by the thickest of rose-tinted lenses. “That lonely, desolate gaze that comes after grueling duty! It’s exactly like the sorrow of a crown prince who has lost his nation! So incredibly sexy!”
She pressed herself tightly against his side on the sofa. “You must be exhausted. Shall I massage your shoulders? Or perhaps offer my lap as a pillow?” She chattered away, linking her arm with his and initiating every kind of skinship she could manage. Her generous breasts pressed softly against his forearm, yet Hans showed no reaction whatsoever.
He couldn’t. His very soul had already been wrung dry.
“Ah… yes… I see…”
A mechanical, lifeless reply. Elise adored even that.
“I love your silence too! It’s because you carry such heavy responsibilities, isn’t it? That’s why you speak so little.” She was single-handedly directing a tragic romance scene, complete with imaginary drums and gongs.
At that moment the door opened and Mari entered.
“I’ve brought the tea.”
Her clothes were hastily straightened, the usual razor-sharp neatness nowhere to be found. Her hair was disheveled, her apron strings crooked. Most telling of all were her half-lidded, dazed eyes and the bow-legged, waddling gait that screamed of recent thorough use.
Clink.
Mari’s hand trembled as she set the teacup down. The sound of porcelain striking the saucer rang unusually loud. Her gaze remained fixed vacantly in mid-air, still lost in the aftershocks of her first intense experience. The pain of her maidenhead breaking had been instantly overwhelmed by pleasure so powerful it still echoed through her body.
“Mari? Are you feeling unwell? You look pale,” Elise asked with concern, but Mari didn’t hear a word. Her mind was completely filled with the memory of Hans’s ragged breathing and the overwhelming sensation of being pierced.
While Elise chattered excitedly by herself, both Hans on the sofa and Mari standing beside it wore identical vacant expressions, creating the strangest tea-time the mansion had ever seen.
At the same time, in the western frontier diocese cathedral.
“Approval has finally come through.”
Heretic Inquisitor Lucia waved the parchment with gleaming eyes.
Restoration and Sanctification Project of the Abandoned Temple Near Ludel Village — Final Approval
“Perfect.”
Lucia’s lips curved into a satisfied smile. The higher-ups had refused a large-scale dispatch citing budget and personnel shortages, permitting only a small team. To her, that was ideal.
“We don’t need many. To monopolize his purification rituals… a small number who can keep their mouths shut will suffice.”
Her mind was already packed with a meticulous personal schedule of one-on-one purification sessions with Hans. To build her personal Hans-only squad, she summoned each candidate priestess to her office for interviews.
Yet when she actually faced them, the words stuck in her throat. She had to recruit mostly low-salary rookies using the budget shortage as an excuse, but dragging them to Ludel—a backwater village even more remote than their current posting—would effectively ruin their careers. Several candidates had visibly darkened at the mere mention of the name “Ludel.” Lucia couldn’t even lift her head from guilt.
Then it was the new priestess Chloe’s turn.
“Um… Chloe. The destination for this dispatch is extremely harsh. It may put you forever out of reach of promotion or transfer back to the central temple. Are you truly willing?”
Before Lucia could even finish stammering out the details, Chloe’s eyes sparkled as if she had been waiting for this exact moment.
“Inquisitor! Please, you must take me with you! Wherever you go, I will follow with joy!”
Promotion and career advancement had never even crossed Chloe’s mind. To her, Lucia was the embodiment of all justice and the object of pure admiration.
“Your words, Inquisitor, are the one and only law of the world to me. If you call it salvation, then it is salvation. If you call it purification, then it is purification. I simply believe and obey.”
Lucia, who had previously regarded Chloe as nothing more than a pretty but frivolous rookie obsessed with her appearance, was genuinely surprised by such unwavering loyalty and silently awarded her high marks.
“Very well. I appoint you as my personal adjutant.”
The moment she left the interview room, Chloe clenched her fists and cheered. Drunk on the joy of receiving Lucia’s recognition, she dashed off to pack her belongings, completely unaware that the oath she had just sworn was actually an invitation to offer her entire body to the beast named Hans.
At dusk, Hans climbed into the carriage provided by the viscount’s estate.
“To the Adventurer’s Guild… please.”
The moment he gave the coachman directions and leaned back against the seat, the taut string of tension finally snapped.
Hans had lived his entire previous life as a virgin who had never even held a girl’s hand. Yet ever since setting foot in Ludel, his existence had become a bizarre, continuous cycle of semen extraction. He was seized by women almost every night, his vitality sucked dry. The past few days in particular had been a brutal test of his very survival.
The rampage caused by Yuria’s mana gel, combined with the insane lust produced by the stamina potion “Bull’s Strength” he had downed himself, had forced him to pour an enormous volume into both Yuria and Masa. And then, just moments ago, the final explosive release with Mari.
After such relentless, back-to-back battles, the life force that had been wrung out of Hans finally reached its absolute limit. Inside the carriage he became little more than a half-corpse. He couldn’t even lift a finger. His vision flickered.
‘I should at least show my face to Eila…’
She had said she would wait. She had also said she would kill him if he didn’t come. Clinging to his fading consciousness, Hans reached the guild, opened the door—and saw Eila sitting at the reception desk across the lobby. The moment she looked up, recognized him, and began to smile brightly—
Thud!
Hans collapsed face-first onto the lobby floor.
“Hans!!!”
Eila’s scream was the last thing he heard before consciousness fled.
“Mmm…”
Hans opened his eyes. A cool damp cloth rested on his forehead. He blinked slowly, taking in his surroundings. A room filled with the gentle scent of lavender. A familiar ceiling.
‘This is… Eila’s house?’
He tried to piece together why he was here when the door opened and Eila walked in.
“Oh, you’re awake?”
At the sight of her, Hans’s mouth fell open in a daze. She wore an oversized boxy t-shirt with an apron tied around her waist—an utterly domestic look. In her hands was a steaming bowl of porridge.
“How could you collapse so dramatically the moment you walked through the guild doors? Do you have any idea how scared I was?”
Eila approached the bed and placed her hand on his forehead to check his temperature. “I thought my shoulder would pop out of its socket carrying you all the way here.”
She grumbled, but her eyes were overflowing with worry and relief.
“Here, open up. You need to eat to regain your strength.”
She blew gently on the porridge and brought the spoon to his lips. “Say ‘ah~’.”
It was hard to believe this was the same cool beauty he knew. The tenderness in her voice made Hans obediently open his mouth. Warm, soft porridge slid down his throat.
“Is it good?”
“Yes… it’s really delicious.”
Hans felt his chest tighten with emotion. Outside she seemed haughty and intimidating, but at home she was an absolute angel. Marrying a woman like this would make life blissful forever, he thought. Her warmth seemed to be slowly returning his life force.
“That’s a relief. Get some more sleep. I’ll stay right here beside you.”
Eila took his hand and gently stroked it. Feeling that touch, Hans drifted back into deep, healing sleep.
The next morning.
Chirp, chirp. The sound of birds singing drifted in through the window. Hans opened his eyes.
“Mmm…”
He felt refreshed. Impossibly refreshed. His body was light as a feather, as if ten years of accumulated fatigue had been completely flushed away.
‘I survived…’
He stretched and turned to look beside him. Eila was still sound asleep. She wore a thin slip; one shoulder strap had slipped down during the night, exposing a pale, perfect breast. A smooth leg poked out from beneath the blanket. Bathed in the morning sunlight, her bare skin was nothing short of a masterpiece.
Normally, the mere sight of such an erotic scene would have his morning wood piercing the heavens. No—simply looking at her should have been enough to make him hard regardless of the time of day. And yet…
“……?”
It was quiet. Far too quiet.
Hans’s brows furrowed. He lifted the blanket. His junior was sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to the world. It lay there like a bear in hibernation, utterly motionless. Limp. Unresponsive.
“Huh…?”
Hans panicked. This couldn’t be happening. He stared fixedly at Eila’s exposed breast, then even lifted her slip to check her panties. The visual stimulation was more than sufficient. It was excessive. Yet there was no reaction at all. His heart didn’t race. There was no heat in his lower belly. Only a cold, lifeless chill.
As if it no longer belonged to him.
‘Don’t tell me…’
The excessive use of potions. The relentless, merciless extraction that had continued without rest. His body seemed to have finally reached some critical limit. An ominous silence hung over his groin. Hans was seized by a terrible premonition—that his most precious function might have stopped working forever.
“No… no…!”
He tapped his member. No response. He pinched it.
“Ow!”
It hurt, but it refused to rise.
At that moment Eila stirred and opened her eyes.
“Mmm… Hans? You’re already awake?”
Still half-asleep, she reached out and stroked his chest seductively as she drew closer. Her soft body pressed against his arm.
“Yesterday you looked so terrible that I held myself back…”
She smiled with sultry charm and whispered into his ear.
“But seeing you stare so intently down there from the moment you woke up… you want it after all, don’t you?”
Her hand slipped beneath the blanket. She grasped his groin.
“……?”
Eila’s expression shifted strangely. It was soft. Completely limp. It showed no reaction whatsoever to her touch.
Hans stared at his own crotch with eyes full of horror. It felt as if the world were collapsing.
‘I’m finished. Have I… become a eunuch?’
The greatest crisis of his life had arrived.