First Bad Ending Collection (1)
Preparations were complete. As planned, I used Anna as bait to lure out the protagonist. The location was the mansion's entrance hall. Knowing his personality, he probably wouldn't bring allies and break the promise, but just in case, I stationed maids at every vantage point to keep watch.
"Anna!"
The protagonist burst in, roughly flinging open the mansion doors. I greeted him from the central staircase, with Anna at my side.
"What the hell did you do to Anna, you bastard!"
The protagonist shouted. Anna stood silently, her body shrouded in a thick overcoat—she didn't look normal at a glance. Her eyes were lifeless, her expression dazed, like she was high on drugs.
I could have shown him that right then, but I decided to play it cautious to the end. No need to provoke him and risk pushing his rage gauge to max, triggering some awakening bullshit.
"Drop your weapon."
I said, pressing the sharp tip of my nail against Anna's nape. The protagonist gnashed his teeth in frustration—"Kuh..."—then tossed the sword strapped to his back onto the floor, sheath and all.
I nodded to a maid, who carried the discarded sword far away.
"There. Now give Anna back!"
"First, let's hear her opinion. What do you think, Anna? Want to go back?"
I kneaded her ass as I asked. Anna shuddered briefly, then a soft smile curved her lips.
"No, Master Michael♥ Anna wants to stay by your side and serve you forever♥"
She gazed up at me with blind devotion, her voice dripping with coquettish sweetness.
"You... you bastard, what did you do to her!"
The protagonist yelled in panic. No wonder—he'd never heard or seen Anna like this before.
"Curious? Then I'll show you."
Timing felt right, so I stripped off her overcoat.
Anna wore a bridal gown. But not a proper wedding dress—just a slutty costume mimicking one. It left all the key spots exposed: pierced nipples standing erect, her lewd pussy dripping honey with a piercing marking it as claimed. She looked like a obscenely depraved angel wrapped in pristine white.
"Anna's one hell of an attractive woman. Her pussy was too tight at first—a flaw—but not anymore. It's loosened up nicely from use. Not too slack, not too tight. Perfect prime pussy now."
I shoved fingers into her hole, spreading it wide. Thick white fluid oozed out, splattering the floor.
"Anna. Tell this poor guy what happened earlier."
"Yes, Master Michael♥ You laid me on the bed, mounted me, and creampied me four times. Then you let me clean your cock, so I got to savor it while fingering my clit—the happiest moment♥"
Anna twisted her hips, her black tail—fixed in her ass via anal beads—swaying playfully.
"And?"
I prompted, groping her tits. Her face flushed as she continued.
"In gratitude, I, Anna Rashov, swore to become your slave wife and serve you eternally."
"That's only if I allow it, of course."
I turned to the protagonist, who stared in stunned silence before his face twisted in rage. He roared,
"You fucker! I'm gonna kill you!"
And right on cue, the massive chandelier dangling from the ceiling crashed down, smashing straight onto him. I'd ordered the maids to drop it on signal.
A hero with reflexes to dodge monsters and save the world? That's later. Right now, the protagonist was weak. Stronger than me, maybe, but this chandelier wasn't normal—it was solid gold, minus the lights. A monstrous metal lump plummeting from 10 meters? No surviving that. Impressive he wasn't instantly killed.
"Anna."
"Yes, Master Michael♥"
Anna took the holy sword from a maid and approached the bloodied, collapsed protagonist step by step. This was the climax. The original Anna would've hesitated and failed. But this cum-glazed, artistically obscene version was no heroine anymore. Just a bitch obedient to Michael.
"Anna..."
The protagonist looked up at what should've been his trophy, in disbelief.
Tears streaming, Anna smiled at him.
"Sorry, Kyle. I♥ like Master Michael more than you now♥ So... disappear♥"
She swung the sword down.
"Ngh?"
I came to in my real-world room. Pathetic compared to Michael's mansion. A spotless six-pyeong studio—new build, no frills.
Ding.
My phone buzzed. Somehow in my hand—wait, I'd been holding it. Checked the time: around 2 p.m. before entering Stigmata's Children world. Now 2:30.
"So time freezes inside... or rewinds to normal."
I unlocked my phone. A message from the Bad Ending Collector app.
Congratulations on your first Bad Ending collection, Collector. We look forward to you scattering many more across the worlds.
Privileges earned from Bad Ending collections can be viewed by tapping the list below.
As Succumea said, the formerly empty list now had [Stigmata's Children ~ Vampire's Evil Demon ~ BAD ENDING]. Tapped it, and the menu appeared.
[Stigmata's Children BAD ENDING Epilogue]
[Stigmata's Children BAD ENDING Privilege 1]
[Stigmata's Children BAD ENDING Privilege 2]
I tapped the epilogue first. Succumea popped up with a speech bubble.
BAD END Epilogues let you enjoy the story after your collected BAD ENDs. Indulge in the depraved worlds you've corrupted.
[View Now] / [Later]
I chose now. Flash. My vision went white.
Spring opening ceremony. New year, new semester for apprentice priests. All freshmen gathered in the auditorium. After the principal's brief speech, the upperclassman rep took the podium.
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Freshmen who'd only heard rumors gawked at the student council president in the flesh.
In the past year, Anna Rashov's fame had spread across the academy. Already a model student among instructors, her saintess awakening months ago made her a superstar among apprentices too. A vessel for the once-in-a-century saintess, right before their eyes.
Her elegant, dignified poise confirmed the rumors. Rose-gold hair fluttering in the breeze, thick lashes framing fine skin, tall stature with long legs, model proportions, stunning beauty—like a sculpture carved by an artist. A blessing from the gods on earth.
The principal stepped aside. Anna—saintess reincarnation, student council president, upperclassman rep—approached the mic and began.
Her soft, melodic voice gave a short greeting, welcomed freshmen, tossed in light but tasteful jokes to ease tension, then spoke on the mindset befitting a student when the mood was right.
"No matter the circumstance, you must never ignore or turn away from injustice. Face evil with unyielding conviction and a burning sense of justice. That is the spirit demanded of an exemplary student."
As she spoke, Anna trembled faintly—imperceptible from afar, but constant. Instructors watching from behind chalked it up to nerves. Wrong.
Her pussy and ass were stuffed with massive vibrating dildos and plugs, relentlessly violating her insides, driving her mad with pleasure.
"I believe... ngh♥ that you freshmen... won't be tainted by misconduct or base desires... ah♥ and will spend the next three years well...♥"
Sweat beaded on her brow and trickled down her back. She feigned calm, but even freshmen sensed something off. A lewd vibe.
"That concludes... the upperclassman rep's welcome address...♥"
She ended before it showed, turned to bow to the instructors and principal. As she bent, her skirt flipped up, exposing her sopping panty-less pussy and the huge intruders—but the long podium table blocked the view. No one saw.
Ignoring the thunderous applause, Anna descended and left the auditorium.