Love Is Fleeting
Limia gazed out the window and smiled. "We're almost there now."
They were nearly at the northern reaches of the Empire, where Jenkinson was staying. Which meant… "I can see him soon."
She closed her eyes, already fretting over what she would say when they met. The thought alone made her heart race.
"Thinking about that man again, are you?"
"What business is it of yours what I think about?"
Beelzebub chuckled at her visibly flustered reaction. "I simply find it fascinating."
So someone could love another person that deeply. And humans could display their emotions so openly on their faces. That was what crossed the Great Demon's mind.
"…I find you fascinating, though."
Limia muttered the words gruffly. Honestly, she found the Great Demon called Beelzebub far more curious. Is he really a demon?
She knew what demons were—monsters that corrupted humans into more of their kind or devoured them outright. The boy-like demon before her was one of the pinnacle rulers among such creatures. Yet traveling alongside him, she could not see him as the king of those horrors no matter how she looked at it.
"What exactly do you mean by 'subjects'?"
Perhaps that was why she felt a spark of curiosity toward him.
"My subjects are those who have chosen to follow me. Flies, and a few unusual demons."
"…Unusual?"
Beelzebub smiled as he answered. "Demons born from corrupted humans who genuinely pledge themselves to me would qualify as unusual. Many demons seek to serve under me, but those I can truly call my subjects number only a handful."
Even as the King of Flies, few demons served Beelzebub with true loyalty. He knew all too well that most only feigned obedience, ready to abandon him the moment the tide turned. Such creatures were not his subjects. In that sense, the flies were the only ones he could truly call his own.
"Flies… do they even have intelligence?"
"Heh. What an amusing question. Every living being possesses intelligence suited to its own level."
With that reply, Beelzebub closed his eyes. "Being on the surface certainly makes one drowsy."
He drifted off just like that, and Limia leaned back as well, seeking sleep. Night had already fallen.
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"Then I'll be off to work. Asa, Alkai, you two should rest."
After saying so, I asked the innkeeper for a large room. Asa, who seemed to know little about such matters, wore a grave expression as though I were heading off to do something monumental.
"Then… do your best. And call us if it's dangerous!"
Alkai, already aware of the situation, simply went to sleep without concern. Left alone in the hallway with the sinner, I entered the assigned room and locked the door.
Click.
Elay flinched at the sound, but I paid it no mind and prepared the bed. Then I removed the handcuffs binding her. She made no attempt to resist even after they were gone.
I've never tried this before…
Her face was slightly flushed as she stared blankly at me. I began my preparations calmly. I wasn't sure if this would work. But if it didn't, I could always resort to using my body.
Haa… haa…
I checked her condition while she remained in my grasp, still breathing roughly. Her breathing and heartbeat were irregular.
No abnormalities…?
Her body showed nothing wrong, yet her breathing was labored. Was she aroused? I didn't know the reason, but…
"Then let's begin."
I laid her on the bed and started preparing—for both her and myself. It was going to be a rather long night.
--
"Sexual Correction Therapy, huh… I never knew Elay was that kind of woman."
The innkeeper, who had stayed downstairs, was genuinely surprised by the priest's words. To think Elay and Lina had dabbled in that forbidden same-sex love. It was dreadful. That was why he could only hope the priest would guide Elay back onto the right path.
The room the priest had requested was exceptionally soundproof, so he couldn't hear what was happening inside. Still, the innkeeper wasn't so ignorant of such matters that he didn't understand what Sexual Correction Therapy entailed. Honestly… any man would feel at least a twinge of envy at embracing a beauty like Elay. But this was punishment—a corrective act to lead a sinner who had violated Yuno's prohibitions back onto the proper path. The priest surely harbored no impure thoughts. Merely entertaining such notions was already impure.
The innkeeper banished the lust that had nearly taken root in his heart and simply prayed. He could only hope that the Goddess Yuno would forgive Elay and Lina.
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My body feels strange.
Even as she was dragged along by the priest's hand, Elay was startled by her own arousal. The priest's body was large and solid, his hands callused and firm. Had a man's hands always been this big and strong? The rough texture sent an odd sensation through her.
No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong with her. Men had always seemed vaguely repulsive to her. Was it because she had grown up watching her father beat her mother after drinking? Or because her first love had been that elegant and beautiful female priest who had come to preach in the village? She couldn't say for certain, but Elay liked women. That was why it hadn't taken her long to fall for Lina, the most beautiful woman in the village.
So when Lina married Arek, she had no choice but to keep her distance. Being close to her made it feel as though she might one day lose control of her feelings. Well, in the end… this is how it turned out.
Even as she was dragged by the priest, Elay thought. She knew exactly what Sexual Correction Therapy entailed. In other words, she would probably end up having sex with this priest right here in the inn.
The thought brought a instinctive revulsion. The funny thing was that while her mind utterly rejected the act, her body was paradoxically growing more aroused by the moment.
Had he noticed? The priest who laid her on the bed looked down at her trembling form and spoke.
"Your body is quite honest. Then let's begin."
Gulp.
Elay swallowed. Her body, newly aware that she was a woman, trembled pitifully. It was strange. She had always thought a man's touch would be repulsive, yet…
Tap. Pop.
The hands unbuttoning her shirt seemed strangely attractive. How had things come to this? Elay found her own changes bewildering.
"Ugh…"
She covered her exposed breasts with both hands. The ample flesh that spilled between her fingers despite her efforts looked lewd enough to excite any man who saw it. Her face burned crimson with shame. Strangely, his gaze brought more humiliation than disgust.
As Elay trembled and clutched her large breasts, the priest spoke.
"Being embarrassed is a good sign."
Embarrassed? Me?
The moment Elay jolted in surprise at those words—
Smack. Smack.
The priest's face drew closer until his lips brushed teasingly against hers. When that handsome face came so near, Elay found herself accepting it without even thinking to push him away.
"At least the reaction is good."
After lightly toying with her lips, the priest pulled back and offered his assessment. Thump.
Why is my heart pounding? You idiot!
Elay felt pathetic for the way her heart had leapt at his words. Had she fallen for that face? Her reaction was clearly abnormal. The other person was… a man.
She couldn't understand her own feelings. She had loved her, after all. It was pathetic how she was now helpless before mere physical pleasure.
"It's a waste to let something this good go to waste."
Haaang!
When the priest roughly grabbed and squeezed her breast, a wanton moan slipped naturally from her lips. The pain he inflicted only brought her intense pleasure.
T-this is wrong.
Even as she felt it, she naturally assumed a posture of submission—completely baring her belly, as it were.
"You horny bitch."
The crude insult that left the priest's mouth was something she never would have believed, yet it only aroused her further. Why?
"Because that's your desire, Elay."
The priest answered as though reading her thoughts, roughly caressing her breast with a mocking smile.
"If you understand, then suck it. You bitch."
Glp!
He grabbed her hair and pulled her toward his large, imposing member. The priest, now naked, possessed a powerfully built body like a sculpture crafted by a master artisan. That massive thing tormented her mouth relentlessly.
"Kek! Kack!"
She tried to resist at first, but before long her mouth was accepting it.
"You're clumsy. Use your tongue more."
Slurp. Suck.
The priest had abandoned his usual clerical tone. As she served the man who now issued strong commands, Elay felt something awakening inside her. It was strange. Even as he treated her so harshly, she instead…
Slurp. Suck.
"Yes, just like that. You're doing well."
She wanted to submit to him. Elay wanted to deny it, but she couldn't. The love she had believed in was fleeting, and all that remained for her was this intense carnal desire.