Chapter 14: The Request
Chapter 14: The Request
Creating a plausible situation to induce behavior and then forcing a life based on that—it was no different from manipulating someone else's life.
"Even if it's of their own volition, they're still living a life being controlled like that forever."
"Controlled, you say? Then let me ask you, Ginger. Is your current life not entirely led by Lena as a Demon Lord candidate?"
She was wrong. Lena had explained everything sufficiently so that I could weigh my options, persuaded me directly, and showed consideration so that I wouldn't be destroyed by excessive pleasure. Though things did go slightly awry at the very end.
"I chose this of my own free will. My previous life was too miserable. That's why I'm happy enough now that I don't regret meeting Lena."
"Oh my... Jaejin, really...♡"
Normally, Lena's flighty reaction would have helped me relax, but the continuous, sharp confrontation with Sinclair was draining my energy.
Sinclair showed no particular reaction and simply placed her hand on the door where moans could be heard. As a magic circle was engraved onto the wooden door, it became transparent, revealing what lay beyond.
"Ginger, does the man in there look unhappy to you?"
The man she pointed to looked to be about Jaejin's age, appearing as though he had just become an adult.
He had his face buried in the upper opening of a nun's habit, his hands reaching through the side slits to wrap around the nun's slender waist.
"Miss Chloe... Miss Chloe..."
Seeing the man who seemed unwilling to pull away for even a second, the brown-haired nun looked troubled, yet she stroked the head of the man who was desperately clinging to her.
The sound of him burying his face in her cleavage and taking deep breaths to inhale her pheromones through his mouth and nose reached Jaejin vividly, even through the door.
It was the spitting image of Jaejin himself, who would rush into Lena's arms every evening since their first experience.
The man moved his hips, rubbing his cock back and forth as it was wedged between the nun's plump thighs.
The nun, grasping his cock which was swollen as if it might ejaculate at any moment, spoke.
"If you're going to cum, it'll feel better in here♡"
She pushed aside her fluttering fabric and string panties, then slammed her pussy down onto him in one motion.
At that moment, white froth—evidence of the man's ejaculation—spread across their crotches.
As the man gasped for breath, the nun pulled her garment aside to reveal her breasts and lightly squeezed a swollen nipple.
She pressed the breast milk leaking from the tip into his mouth, heightening his post-ejaculation excitement once again.
Slap, slap. Every time the nun's buttocks pounded down, the man couldn't even form proper words, repeatedly crying out only the nun's name, "Chloe."
The sight of that voluptuous flesh rippling as it swallowed his cock stirred a desire in Jaejin to switch places with the monk pinned beneath her.
"Does Jaejin want to go slap, slap too?"
As he found himself unable to tear his eyes away from the scandalous sight, Lena approached and whispered in his ear, lightly biting his earlobe.
Her touch, clinging to him in jealousy because he felt sexual desire for another woman, and the sensation of her breasts through her nun's habit were so erotic that Jaejin barely managed to endure the urge to throw himself into her arms, squeezing out every drop of rationality to push her away.
The man looked happy. Even if he had been guided to become that way, it was a life faithful to his desires and what he wanted.
At the very least, Jaejin, who had come to live a happy life thanks to someone else, had no right to criticize that.
"I can't agree with your methods, Sinclair... but at least you don't seem to view humans as mere tools."
Jaejin was still hesitant to judge, but after Sinclair added that those people receive support in various areas like employment and marriage through the Demon God Cult afterward, he was finally able to acknowledge their methods.
"I suppose I took it a bit too sensitively. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding."
"No, such a question is only natural given your concern for your fellow kin. Besides, you are quite moderate and understanding, Ginger, so this is nothing at all."
Since the Demon Race consisted of many different tribes, each had different goals. Naturally, Sinclair's proposal to drastically change the direction of the Demon God Cult must have faced many challenges.
"Fufu, I remember those times. It was truly entertaining back then."
Sinclair, who had crushed all opposition to carry out her convictions, should be viewed as a titan among titans, not just within the Demon Race but across the entire Northern Continent.
Even if it felt a bit subservient, it was better to try and maintain a friendly relationship as long as her proposals didn't stray too far.
As they left the annex, the relative silence—free from even a single moan—finally put his mind at ease.
Sinclair also seemed satisfied that the tedious background explanation was over. Her expression softened as she began to speak about the main point.
"Ginger, I believe you now have a general understanding of our Demon God Cult."
As Jaejin nodded, Sinclair wiped away her overbearing aura and gave a bright smile. The unexpectedly warm impression of that smile caught Jaejin off guard.
If she had risen to the position of Bishop in the Divine Cult using the methods of the Demon God Cult, she must have devoured hundreds of men with that smile and the gap it created from her usual self.
"It's not that our actions don't arouse suspicion. While they haven't guessed the exact scale or the inner workings, we've received many comments about being excessively open."
Even Jaejin, who knew the situation, had argued with her because he thought it was beyond open—it was radical. It was obvious that despite their efforts to keep things quiet, improper rumors would circulate.
"Each time, we managed to get by thanks to carving pleasure into the bodies of those who came to spy, forcing them into submission. But it seems we've left too long a trail this time."
"Then the female worshipper who was caught this time... she wasn't caught by accident, but was definitely dispatched to scout you out?"
"Correct. Her name is Valerie Eloise. Born into a prestigious family of knights, she chose the path of a nun. She lived her monastic life at the Ines Monastery under the Saintess, and that blessing remains on her body in the form of a Holy Gate."
As long as that troublesome barrier known as the Saintess's Blessing existed, the nun named Valerie was immune to mental magic attacks. Furthermore, because she had a physical limit to how much pleasure she could feel, bringing her down seemed like a distant prospect.
"The Saintess's Blessing is only granted to a few people she truly trusts, so I didn't think we would encounter it in a situation like this... but it seems I was gravely mistaken."
Since such a valuable asset had been deployed, the matter wouldn't be resolved simply by killing the prisoner, locking her up, or hiding her away.
They had to somehow win Valerie over and make her misreport the situation, or else a massive backlash was bound to come in the future.
"That is why, for now, we are leaving her alone without any torture, to reduce her psychological resistance so that you can use whatever means you like, Ginger."
"But I have a question. Why do you think I can do something that even you couldn't?"
It was a pure question he'd had since they were in the carriage. What exactly did she expect from him, someone who held the position of a Demon Lord candidate solely because of a unique ability that made his sexual partners stronger?
It didn't seem very rational to entrust him with a task that even she—an Elf Archmage and a Bishop leading numerous Lust Demons and Three-Eyed Tribe members—couldn't solve.
"To be honest, I don't have high expectations. My biggest reason was simply wanting to meet the current generation's Lust Demon candidate for the Demon Lord. However, I believe that if you can use the power of a demon with a human body, you might be able to target the loopholes in the Holy Gate."
It was a somewhat deflating statement that objectively assessed Jaejin's situation, but he agreed that if the Holy Gate couldn't be broken, targeting its weaknesses was the right approach.
"However, there is one thing. I have a request I would like you to fulfill before you attempt to conquer Valerie."
*
"You seem to have a lot on your mind, Jaejin."
Lying on the bed, Lena soothed Jaejin by stroking his hair. Between the physical fatigue from the long journey and the mental exhaustion from everything that had happened, Jaejin was quite worn out.
Taking Jaejin's condition into account, Lena had decided to serve him in a way that would lessen his burden, focusing on things he would like.
Slurp, slurp. As he lay on her lap, busily sucking on her breasts, she felt quite satisfied.
It was fortunate that she had remembered how he had been intently watching the monk sucking on the nun's breasts during the mating scene earlier that day.
As she reached down and stroked his rock-hard cock up and down, Jaejin's body twisted from side to side in pleasure.
The voluptuous breasts massaging his face were incredibly soft, and breast milk flowed endlessly into his mouth from the pink nipples.
The stability of quenching his thirst with that clean sweetness while his face was covered by the warm blanket of her breasts was beyond words.
In contrast, Lena's handiwork, pinpointing and stimulating his sensitive areas, relentlessly provoked his erect cock.
Unable to resist the comfort that felt like it would turn him into a degenerate and the pleasure being applied to his cock, spurt, spurt. His trembling cock fired semen into the air.
"I hope this helps relieve your fatigue."
Amidst the lethargy of ejaculation and the comfort of the lap pillow, his eyelids gradually began to close.
Within his fading consciousness, his endless worries about how to conquer Valerie and the request Sinclair had left behind kept swirling in his mind.
'Two days until Valerie's body is fully healed. During that time, I would be grateful if you could awaken the nuns of our order.'