Agony's Ecstasy (1)
Agony's Ecstasy (1)
- Pain (10,000pt)
The 10,000 points I had longed and longed for.
Staring at that beautiful number, I raised my mental focus.
Then the system responded to my will.
- Authority Unlocked: Pain
- Convert 10,000pt of Pain into the authority 'Agony's Ecstasy'
I could feel my soul stirring from that deep place within.
The authority of pain, finally obtained.
Like a demon's power being imprinted onto one's very existence, it slowly seeped into me.
[ Agony's Ecstasy (Lv.1) ]
Summons a dagger imbued with the lingering thoughts of Agony, the Lord of Abuse.
When dealing damage with the dagger, it delivers extreme agony to the victim.
I carefully read the description on the holographic window that appeared.
Following the Lust Demon King Lilith, now the Lord of Abuse Agony.
It seemed to be the true name of the demon governing pain.
Frankly, the name didn't matter much.
What was important now was the utility of this authority.
It had even sent down something akin to a revelation to claim me.
Then there must be a reason worthy of that.
I focused my mind again.
Summoning 'Agony's Ecstasy' wasn't particularly difficult.
A single dagger secretly grasped in my hand.
There wasn't even any particular precursor.
Its presence felt natural, as if it had been there from the beginning.
I examined the dagger carefully.
A dagger with an integrated design from hilt to blade.
Made of bluish-black metal with a quite luxurious appearance.
Moreover, strange patterns were engraved, giving off a sense of sinister energy.
I could tell it was no ordinary dagger, fitting for a demon's authority.
Now I needed to test its power.
Holding the dagger, I drew it along one of my arms.
The skin was cut smoothly without any resistance, like slicing through thin paper.
An incredibly sharp blade.
With this level of sharpness, it should be able to pierce even the tough muscles of an aura expert in one go.
However, I didn't particularly feel the most important aspect - the pain.
It just hurt normally. No different from being cut with an ordinary blade.
Maybe it's because it's my own body.
To know for sure, I needed another victim.
Jenna, who was sound asleep, was obviously not a candidate.
I walked toward the pile of miscellaneous items in the corner of the warehouse.
After rummaging through there for a while, I found a mouse.
I reached out like lightning and grabbed the creature.
It was the one that had been squeaking constantly since earlier, disturbing Jenna's deep sleep.
A perfect test subject for understanding the authority.
Suppressing the mouse's struggles with my grip, I raised the dagger.
Agony's Ecstasy. I lightly pricked its belly with the dagger's sharp tip.
Keeeeeeek-!
Then an astonishingly horrific scream erupted.
I didn't know a mouse could make such a loud sound.
I barely managed to calm the creature that was thrashing about madly with my strong grip.
I could see a small drop of blood forming where I had pricked it.
It was literally just a light poke.
Yet the mouse went insane as if possessed by a ghost, screaming vicious shrieks.
What would happen if I stabbed with full force, properly slicing into its flesh?
A chilling thought came to mind.
Could it possibly destroy the mind with pain, beyond just physical damage?
I placed the mouse that had stopped struggling back on the floor.
It had sufficiently paid for its noise pollution crime with the recent experiment. I actually felt somewhat sorry for it.
The mouse that escaped from me staggered away weakly.
Its once nimble movements were completely gone.
It looked frail and weak as if injected with some deadly poison.
The description of 'extreme agony' seemed to be no lie.
I stared resolutely at Agony's Ecstasy in my hand.
An authority with power incomparable to something like Lilith's Scent.
With this power, it's possible to turn the tide of battle.
I can pay back all the humiliation I've endured so far.
First, I unsummoned Agony's Ecstasy.
Just like when it was summoned, the dagger silently and quietly disappeared without a trace.
In many ways, it was an authority optimized for ambush.
I lay down next to Jenna who was sleeping oblivious to the world.
It wasn't time yet.
The moment when the hateful bandit leader is most off guard.
At that optimal opportunity, my dagger will shine.
The time was still early dawn. I fell asleep while repeatedly running assassination simulations in my head.
When I opened my eyes again, bright sunlight greeted me instead of darkness.
"You're awake, unnie."
Responding to Jenna with a glance, I turned my head.
Through the small crack in the warehouse, I could see the position of the sun.
The sun almost directly overhead in the sky. A late morning approaching noon.
Meaning, I had woken up much later than usual.
What kind of anomaly had occurred this time.
"Jenna, do you know what's going on?"
Normally, I would have been called around dawn.
Jenna for housework and chores, me for sexual needs.
The current situation was clearly abnormal.
"Ah, I was curious too so I asked a bandit passing by earlier. They said they're busy preparing to move to another region."
"...Moving."
This was a critical variable.
I had anticipated they would plan their migration timing soon, but of all days, it had to be today.
It seemed the bandits chose to safely withdraw rather than take risks.
If they delay any longer, the city will notice the subjugation force's tragedy.
They must be planning to escape before that happens.
Anxious, I bit my lip nervously.
I've only just become familiar with the fortress structure.
If the location changes to outside, assassination will become more difficult than now.
I need to settle things here to have any chance of success.
How should I overcome this obstacle.
I closed my eyes and sank deep into thought.
The sounds of busy footsteps and noises of moving supplies could be heard.
However, contrary to my worries, the commotion continued until evening.
Even as darkness fell over the mountains, the moving preparations weren't finished.
Well, that made sense.
They had plundered Jenna's mountain village, kobold colonies, and even the subjugation force, so they must have an enormous amount of loot.
Fortunately, no matter how base these bandits were, they wouldn't start a journey in the middle of the night.
Tonight would be my last opportunity.
"Jenna. If anything seems to happen, you need to immediately hide in this secret passage."
"Huh? O-okay!"
At my serious tone, Jenna swallowed hard and nodded.
If she stays only near the entrance of the hole, there should be no danger from the poison-spitting spiders.
"Shh. Someone's coming."
Footsteps were approaching.
I coldly stored away the boiling killing intent.
I couldn't let my guard down until the very last moment.
A single mistake could ruin everything.
A bandit who had approached the door unlocked it with a key.
The one who immediately swung the door open gestured casually, indicating we should come out.
His face was soaked with fatigue, as if the packing had been exhausting.
In the midnight with the moon risen, Jenna and I followed the bandit through the fortress corridors.
They were paths we had never taken before.
Since I could smell something delicious, perhaps we were going to the dining hall.
Though I didn't know their intentions, I didn't let my guard down.
If things went wrong, I might have to carry Jenna and escape under cover of night.
After walking for a while, a spacious room appeared.
Boisterous voices and warm heat.
Bandits gathered in groups of three or five were tearing into meat and drinking alcohol.
Were they enjoying a feast before leaving?
The tables were laden with food so abundantly it seemed the table legs might break.
A stark contrast to the dried-up bread crusts they threw to me and Jenna.
After briefly surveying the surroundings, I made eye contact with the bandit leader.
His face brightened momentarily and he called out to us in a booming voice.
"Hey, you brought them! Come here!"
As I approached him, the smell of alcohol wafted strongly.
His face was already flushed red, showing he was quite drunk.
"Hehehe. Our pretty Rene. Your beauty never gets old no matter how many times I see it."
Muttering with a slurred tongue, he poured alcohol down his throat as if dousing it.
The familiar color and distinctive aroma. It was Waldo's beer.
Was he monopolizing the premium drink just because he's the leader?
"Hey, women! Don't just stand there blankly, liven up the atmosphere!"
At the leader's fierce command, Jenna flinched and trembled.
Even I was afraid of that bastard, so how much more must Jenna be.
I grabbed her slender hand and hid her behind me.
"How would you like us to liven up the atmosphere?"
I asked calmly.
That he was this drunk was very favorable for me.
I needed to obediently cater to his whims to break down his guard as much as possible.
"Hmm... Right! Dance! They say those Empire dancers dance so seductively they could make a dying old man's dick hard. You bitches try it too!"
...Dancing. I'm quite lacking in talent for dance.
But I had no choice.
With the important task ahead, I needed to avoid even the slightest suspicion.
I didn't like the evaluation standard of 'making it hard,' but I had to do what I was told.
Since I was already naked anyway, anything I did would arouse lust.
I bowed my head respectfully to him and took a few steps back.
How should I dance to satisfy him?
After a moment's contemplation, I first interlocked my fingers and raised my hands above my head.
A position that clearly revealed my armpits.
The men of this country particularly tend to obsess over women's smooth armpits. That should be the same for these bandits.
My strategy seemed to work as I could feel the surrounding gazes gathering.
Feeling the attention, I spread my legs wider than shoulder-width.
Then I seductively bent my waist, bringing my body close to a right angle.
My buttocks pushed back fully and my breasts thrust forward.
The preparation pose was now complete.
Now it was time to properly start dancing.
I gradually started moving my body.
With the movement of my legs, pelvis, and waist, my buttocks soon began to sway.
Buttocks shaking violently up and down.
The fleshy butt cheeks slapped against each other, making frivolous smacking sounds.
I could clearly feel my anus being buried in the flesh and then revealed again, repeating this pattern.
The momentum from shaking my buttocks translated into the jiggling of my breasts.
My chest, thrust forward as if on display, swayed and shook in all directions.
My now hardened nipples also flew through the air, wildly drawing pink afterimages.
It was a gesture that was embarrassing to even call dancing, essentially just lewd and vulgar body movements.
