Chapter 515
Chapter 515
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 515
Chapter Title: Junior Priest Kim Katt
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I waved my hand while gripping Lisha's ass tightly. Every time I did, her body twitched and spasms, letting out lewd cries.
"Hngh...!"
Her ass was so soft yet firm—it was a real treat to knead. I toyed with it, savoring her reactions.
"Really, you're so fixated on my ass..."
"Lisha, you love it when I touch your ass the most."
"Ngh, don't talk about me like some vulgar slut who gets off on her ass—"
—Slap!
"Hyah!"
I gave her plump ass a surprise smack, and the flesh molded perfectly around my palm as a cute moan burst out.
She'd just been showing off cruel black magic moments ago, and now a single spank turned her into this adorable mess... I couldn't let that slide. I'd meant to reward her, but now punishment was in order.
"No?"
Anyway, after one smack, I grabbed her ass again and spoke.
I could feel the strength draining from Lisha's waist. She clung to me tightly with her arms alone, her body trembling as she replied.
"Y-You're so mean... I asked for a reward, not p-punishment...?"
Her quivering voice told me she was climaxing, forcing out words mid-orgasm. Cumming from one spank... What a slutty witch! I couldn't hold back my urges any longer.
"...Lisha, let's get naked."
"Hngh... T-To strip? You're really going to handle me however you please... Such an insolent brat. How should I overlook this rudeness? I've always pondered that."
Lisha's face was flushed red, her voice shaky as she put on her haughty act. This big sis always knew how to excite me with her words. She wanted me to take her forcefully.
"Heh heh heh, not gonna strip? Guess I can't give you that reward then."
"..."
She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes, and slowly slipped off her dress. Her massive tits and ass came into view. Watching my wives undress for me never failed to get me hard.
Her pink nipples ignited my lust fiercely, and her cute pussy scrambled my brain.
I stripped off my own clothes too.
"I-I'm stripped now..."
"Yeah, good girl, Lisha. Come here."
—Thud thud.
I dragged over a chair, sat down, and patted my thigh. Simple signal: time for a spanking, so lay over and take it. Lisha approached slowly, her face a mix of shame and anticipation.
She naturally draped her belly over my lap. Her protruding ass looked incredibly appetizing.
"No, seriously, Lisha—what have you been eating to grow such a huge ass? And those tits too. Who's this pervy slut?"
"H-Hngh... D-Don't tease me... I have shame too, you know."
"Heh heh heh, you say that, but you're obediently here begging for a spanking?"
"It's because it's you!"
"I know."
—Slap!
"Hyaaang!!"
Lisha screamed, so I gave her another one right away. Ass abuse enthusiast... though it was just light smacks. Part of me wanted to really wallop it once. Not that I ever would.
"Heh heh heh, so cute, Lisha."
As I kneaded her ass and called her cute, her face turned beet red, and she covered it with both hands. How was she this adorable?
"Uuugh..."
"And thanks. For pulling out that sword. No one else I could've asked. Seriously, I'm so grateful I'm about to cry."
"...It's all for you. Normally, such commissions demand huge fees, but for you, I'd do anything."
"Thanks for that too."
Who else could casually commission a top-tier witch like her?
Demon separation rituals like this would've cost a fortune normally.
"But this time, I demand payment! Show proper respect and apologize for your rudeness at once!"
"Like this?"
—Slap!
"Hyah!"
Another smack on that jiggly ass, drawing out a cute moan.
She savored the afterglow for a bit before snapping back and trying to scold me.
"Really! I said apologize for your rudeness, not spank my ass—kyaaang!"
Of course, more ass punishment.
—Slap! Slap!
—Slap! Slap!
—Slap! Slap!
Lewd sounds echoed through the basement. Lisha was climaxing nonstop, pussy juices flowing as she wailed endlessly. She really loved this.
"Hah, haaaang... hnguuu...! Hyaaang!"
I rubbed her ass, then slipped a hand to her pussy, and her back arched like a bow.
With a body this slutty, no wonder.
I spanked her hard for a good while before taking a break.
"Making me submit like this... You're one of a kind in this world."
Lisha panted heavily as she spoke with effort.
"I know."
"...If you know, then hurry up and do more. I can't wait even a moment."
—Wiggle wiggle.
"Come on."
Lisha shook her ass enticingly, sternly demanding more.
"Am I not waiting?"
"..."
"Hey, what are you waiting for? Your hand's idle."
...This woman.
In the end, I pounded her ass like a maniac until she passed out.
It took exactly three minutes for her to black out. I kept going for two more hours.
* * * With the new sword in hand, it was time to test it. Lisha had boasted it wouldn't react to the church, but she didn't seem to know its detailed specs.
Swordsmen know swords best. Even knowing its nature, true performance only shows in use.
"I'm a magic swordsman."
I grabbed some old junk gear and headed to the backyard.
Stuff from killing that race queen and looting adventurers. Meant to sell it when I had time, but no chance till now—perfect for target practice today.
I dragged out a table and set a breastplate on it.
"It's Kim Katt."
—Shing.
Drawing the refined magic sword produced a chilling ring.
Like the wails of souls tortured at hell's bottom. How many had died to Vugal? From what I heard, it emerged into the real world periodically over ages, stained in blood and pain.
Some fools bragged about wielding Vugal like heroes—should've gotten names from Karin; she'd know.
Whatever.
Vugal was dead.
I'd butchered his corpse for the church, stuffed in a sack. Soul severed from body, no more regeneration. True death.
"Imperialism."
I took stance, targeting the junk breastplate.
Normal swords can't slice iron armor, no matter the skill. But that's for normals.
"Buried."
I'm Kim Katt.
—Flash!
I unleashed a murderous horizontal slash at peak form. Fixed target? Easy. Ultimate strike exploded.
—Tsssh!
It happened in a flash, then —clang! The breastplate split in two and hit the ground.
"Oh, fuck yeah!!!"
For real?!
Sliced it clean without even Sword Flash!
Pure skill, mana-enhanced body, and sword performance synced perfectly for inhuman results.
"This shit's insane!"
The magic sword's prowess transmitted through my hand. Chills too. This was a goddamn amazing blade. Blade unscratched.
Fuck!
Next test!
"Ore hammer!"
I dragged out the sledgehammer from the smithy.
Doubted it'd work, but had to try. Laid the sword flat, hefted the hammer high.
"Hey, Kim!"
—Whooosh!!
Short kiai, and the hammer smashed the blade tip like a meteor.
—Boom!
Explosion of sound, sword flew. I ditched the hammer quick, checked the blade.
"..."
Tip chipped.
Obviously. Even top sword can't survive my full-power honest sledge press.
Why this madness?
To test Vugal's regen, duh.
No change.
"No!!!! Fuck!!!!!!!"
Regen now or it's fucked!!!
"Motherfucker!!!"
What bullshit is this!
As I tore at my hair in shock, —creak creak. The sword groaned, slowly repairing.
"Hah."
—Regeneration perfect.
Probably costs a fortune for one like this.
"Heh heh heh!"
Laughter burst out.
Performance test done. Magic sword ain't hype. Fuck rare metals—get lost!
Of course, more tests needed: regen source limits, restored blade performance.
Even with flaws, better than any sword I've used. Satisfying results.
Half-smashed junk armor? Whatever. Tests are essential, even if wasteful.
Know your gear perfectly for real combat.
Warriors dancing on death's edge compromise nowhere. Gauging a weapon's potential is mandatory.
"From now on, your name is Heavenly Demon Divine Sword."
I raised it, blocking the sun.
This blade would topple cruel imperial evil, establish justice. Born of demon? Sin purged justly by our family.
Now Vugal lives for good.
Once leading humanity's fall, now first to judge other evils from my hand. Righteous.
Felt like Vugal's thoughts reached me.
—Heh, using me like this. Thanks, human.
"Heh heh heh, yeah, kid. Let's do good from now on."
No doubt—tortured into redemption.
That final rant? Hiding shame. Vugal embraced Fusion Confucianism, reborn pure.
His intent warmed my heart.
Weather chilly, but spring breeze blessed me. Good deeds bring fortune. Vugal came to teach that.
"Thanks, Vugal."
Heartwarming.
"Live strong in hell."
Time to dump his corpse at church.
No keeping that shitty demon trash home. No value left. Vugal'd enter gladly.
His final wholesomeness fired me up.
Sheathed the Heavenly Demon Divine Sword.
Looks like plain black-coated blade.
—Still a magic sword.
Showing regen to others? Nah.
Whatever—who sees it dies anyway.
"My sword saves lives."
Good gear feels real now.
Chest swelled.
"Life-Saving Sword..."
I shielded my eyes, gazing at the sun, murmuring.
Life-Saving Sword, saving lives.
All my swings benefited humanity. Years slaying evil—uncounted crimes nipped early by me.
—Unyielding faith.
—Compromiseless conviction.
Pure justice and stored rage filled me. Fusion Confucianism tolerates no evil plunging the world into misery.
I vowed anew to tread this harsh path.