Chapter 182
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 182
Chapter Title: 167. Rosaria's Constellation
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The constellations of the world come in all varieties.
Not just on Earth, but across diverse worlds and nations, great heroes and gods transcend worldlines to become constellations.
Rosaria was a similar case.
Rosaria had formed an incarnation contract with Yusia, the goddess who crossed over from another world, thereby becoming one of Yusia's devotees.
Yusia was the goddess of light that illuminated humanity. Rosaria, having received even a fraction of her power, gained the ability to heal people, boost their morale, and wield holy forces to protect herself.
Yusia took a liking to Rosaria.
She was so pure and fragile—it was utterly adorable. Personally, Yusia regarded her almost like a daughter.
But then a problem arose.
A monster possessing demonic energy more heinous than the Demon King who had drowned her own world in darkness was defiling her incarnation.
And it was doing so with the small constellation statue infused with her own soul, no less.
The real issue came next.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
Rosaria was enjoying it.
The girl she had thought so innocent was shaking her hips, begging that monster to dye her in darkness.
"Th-this is horrifying."
How on earth had this happened?
Why was her own incarnation pinned beneath that Demon King of a woman, moaning like a slut?
She seemed so lost in pleasure that rational thought was impossible. This was serious.
"Hah, I barely escaped to this place..."
The world she had created was utterly corrupted by the Demon King, destroyed beyond repair, forcing her to become a constellation. At this rate, it was all for nothing.
Honestly, that Demon King-like bitch didn't seem particularly interested in world conquest—only women.
"But of all things, my incarnation has to be the problem."
World conquest could wait; her incarnation was on the verge of corruption. This was dangerous.
And it wasn't just any incarnation—it was one she'd found after centuries. Losing it like this was unacceptable.
Now that monster woman was screeching beyond human sounds, while her incarnation kept wailing in ecstasy.
"Good grief. Fine. She's the incarnation I chose. Guess she'll have to endure through sheer malice."
This was truly the worst. Her soul-infused constellation statue feeling pleasure was a blow to her pride.
What should she do about this?
Was just watching the answer? She could almost smell the incarnation's bodily fluids from how thoroughly it was being ravaged.
"Wait, what is this?"
That Demon King-like woman had done something bizarre.
She didn't know what, but her body was heating up. A constellation's body—no, that was odd.
Humans of low stature felt such things, didn't they?
She could forgive the incarnation as human, especially a nun living in prolonged celibacy.
But a constellation's body shouldn't feel this.
'What in the world? This...?'
No way. It couldn't be.
Yusia's gaze turned outward toward the Demon King screeching in beastly roars.
That woman was suspicious. The bizarre tentacle on her lower body, the one binding the constellation statue—it was too unnatural.
Yes, it was her. That woman's evil aura corrupted people through pleasure.
And it wasn't limited to mere humans—it affected constellations too.
'Impossible. How could such vile power affect a goddess like me, even if she's a constellation?'
Her body burned, her chest and lower belly itching unbearably.
This sensation was entirely new—something she'd never felt since becoming a goddess.
No. She shouldn't feel this. She'd seen it countless times before.
Humans were weak to pleasure, especially women, due to their anatomy.
Her body aflame like this... Who was that Demon King bitch to inflict this absurdity on her?
"Ah... Rosaria."
Rosaria's state was worsening by the moment.
Something unnatural had been planted inside her. In the space meant for a child, the seed of pleasure had taken root.
That seed would reshape the precious space within her incarnation, meant for new life.
The Demon King sought to corrupt her incarnation.
Not just the incarnation—her, the constellation herself.
"Ah... No, this won't do. How could this..."
She wanted to touch down there. For the first time, she yearned to give in to this desire.
As the urge swelled, her fingers drifted downward on their own.
No. Even as she told herself no, she craved it.
Fine. She was a goddess, after all. Gods didn't yield to mere pleasure like this. Excusing herself thus, Yusia brought her hand to the genitals she'd never once used.
She touched her clitoris ever so lightly.
And in that instant, a jolt shot from her clit straight to her brain.
"Ah?"
She lost her words. What was this feeling?
Thump thump
Her heart raced, and though she had no hair, goosebumps prickled across her body.
This was dangerous. Too dangerous. Yet she wanted more.
Just a little. Just a bit more. Humans enjoyed this—surely it was unfair for a goddess not to?
It wasn't right for humans alone to have all the fun with something this good.
As a goddess, she'd indulge a little, then scold her incarnation harshly for falling into it.
Yes. This was purely to gauge the danger, experience it herself, then stop her.
This time, she pressed firmly on that hyper-sensitive little nub.
"Hnng. Unghh!♥"
Her body had never known pleasure across eons as a goddess.
Through eternity, desires had built up unfulfilled.
Now, triggered by that Demon King woman, her sensitivity to pleasure and lust had skyrocketed astronomically.
Even a light touch sent lightning crashing through her mind.
"Hoo. Hoo. Hooo. No. This is insanely dangerous. Hic!"
Playing with it sapped the strength from her legs.
No. This might really be perilous.
She absolutely shouldn't enjoy it, but now that her body knew pleasure, it refused to stop.
She tossed aside anything in the way, flipped onto her back, spread her legs wide, and fondled freely.
"Haahng. Haaahng. Ung. Ah. No. My hand won't stop. My head keeps sparking."
Starting from her clit, her entire pussy had grown hypersensitive.
A mere brush sent her over the edge repeatedly—this was a lewd body through and through.
Was she really the goddess of light and not the goddess of lust?
'No. I'm not that kind of goddess.'
She wanted to deny it. After all, the Demon King had fallen to pleasure too.
The Demon King corrupted through ecstasy.
Wasn't she becoming the same? This was bad. But against that, the novel sensations painted the goddess's face in bliss.
Her hips bucked vulgarly, waist bouncing lewdly.
"Ng. Hnnghh. Ung. Heeng!♥"
The tingling rush up her spine was intoxicating.
Dangerous. A goddess mustn't fall. What if she learned of this?
"Eek. Hnng. Ungggh♥"
Before long, the once-pristine goddess's sacred space was invaded by thick, viscous purple fluid.
It began eroding the writhing goddess's body, lost in rapture.
Thus, Yusia—once a goddess of some world—succumbed to lust, corrupted by demonic ecstasy.
I'd been pounding Rosaria for ages.
Never dreamed a nun could be that slutty.
"Hooah. What a total mess."
I grinned in satisfaction, basking in post-nut clarity.
Nun play? Absolute top-tier.
"Eh, glad you enjoyed it."
Yoo Eun-ha, the author right in front of me, shot me a pitiful look.
Snapping back to reality, I was in Yoo Eun-ha's space.
Why'd she summon me this time?
"So, why the sudden call?"
"Ejaculating gas from your dick looks kinda gross, so."
"Call it a pussy for convenience."
What's wrong with the cute word "pussy"?
"Smoke coming from the pussy looks like you smoked a cig. I'll upgrade it to liquid."
"Oh, for real?"
Truth be told, I'd been getting bored of ejaculating lately.
The orgasm felt great, but gaseous release lacked that satisfying spray.
Semen-like spurts are the way to go, right?
"Mana's gas. Demonic energy's liquid. Sound good? Not hard to tweak for those Yo-yo bombs anyway."
Like Choi Si-woo's, then?
"Ooh, that's cool."
"Seeing Rosaria, it's basically done already."
Yeah. Pretty much finished.
Hell, I could wrap it up in a day.
"Planning to finish her off next time."
"What about Allen?"
"Send him an NTR vid? Thinking male disguise."
Not sending yet, but prep couldn't hurt.
I'll ship him a sex tape in guy form.
To break the engagement, that's the play.
Hostile with Allen anyway—no need for courtesy.
Besides, it's male Yo-yo stealing her, not female Yo-yo.
"Ooh, bold. Love that cliché."
"Didn't expect approval."
Yoo Eun-ha surprising me. Reassessment needed.
"It's just setting, but those characters are so annoying."
"Ah, true."
Unnecessarily gentlemanly, acting like their meddling isn't a hassle, showering unasked favors.
Downright irritating.
Thinks it'll boost their likeability? Nope. Hate stays hate. Might rise if they back off, barely.
"The other Sins are the issue, though. You turned Yohana into that mess as a tiny dragon— she's on the brink."
"They're all in my palm anyway."
The Sins might as well be mine already.
Snag Yohana and Cale, tops three left. Sins' traits make uniting tough.
Canon had them shine via those gates.
"Future's murky now. Use Akashic Records wisely. It's diverged so much, even the big picture's iffy."
"Karma flipping upside down?"
That damn karma—I'm sick of it.