Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Diana Conquest Operation (2)
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Diana opened her eyes in bed.
Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the window.
For Diana, who always began her days in the dim predawn hours, a morning bathed in sunlight felt utterly foreign.
Her mind was strangely hazy, too. Like drifting aimlessly on clouds.
Her back felt damp, as if soaked through by rain-heavy storm clouds. When she cautiously slipped a hand behind her, she felt the mattress, drenched in something slick and watery.
No wonder the bed felt so off. This wasn't her room.
'I even sealed the room with magic, but she still got out...'
Every quarter, when her curse surged out of control, her reason would cloud over, leaving only raw instinct and primal lust.
Meaning she craved cock like a madwoman.
But Diana's five curses wove together in a fantastical tangle, ensuring no man could ever take her virginity, no matter what she did.
That was the root reason she'd remained a virgin all this time.
Her body screamed for a man, yet the curses' combined effects made it impossible.
So whenever the curse rampaged, Diana would lock herself in her room for a week straight, masturbating furiously.
She'd clear out everyone from the inn and shut down the place.
Thanks to those precautions, nothing had gone wrong so far. But judging by the unfamiliar room she now lay in, this rampage had been bigger than the last.
The biggest change since the previous one?
'Balkan...'
It had to be that boy she'd recently taken on as a kitchen hand.
At first, she'd hired him out of pure pity.
She'd seen him shivering in the cold darkness of the Labyrinth city and given him some soup.
But at some point... exactly from the day he'd grabbed her breasts tight...
Whenever Diana thought of him, her lower belly throbbed, and her body heated up.
The curse rampaged massively once a quarter, but precursors hit once a week.
As if prepping her body for the big one, her womb would pulse hundreds of times a day, turning her brain into that of a dumb pervert.
Each time, she'd think of the dishes he'd used, the cloth he'd wiped himself with, the bed he slept in... but she'd endured with desperate willpower.
'I won't submit to this curse.'
She'd lived with the occasional discomfort just fine so far. She believed it wouldn't be a problem.
– Hahk, hahk... Balkan... Balkan...
But that was a foolish thought, born of never having endured a rampage since he arrived.
Diana thrashed her hips wildly atop his bed. She wrapped herself in the blanket he'd used, burying her nose in the pillow his head had rested on.
Breathing deep filled her with Balkan's scent, numbing her mind. In reaction, she shook her hips even more frantically.
She'd sniff his scent again. Shake her hips again. Infinite motion achieved.
She didn't remember much after that.
But with the bed soaked through, it was obvious she'd kept masturbating like a maniac.
What the hell had she been thinking, committing such an unforgivable act?
The only explanation was that her primal lust during the rampage had driven her instincts wild.
'This is the worst, me...'
Diana felt deep self-loathing. Hatred for herself, even.
But what she hated most was that, even while committing this act, the desire to look good in his eyes had driven her.
'He can never find out about this...!'
If he learned she'd masturbated on his bed?
Just imagining it was horrifying.
Labyrinth runs involved too many variables. He'd said he was heading to the second floor, but he was late. Still, Diana had seen early on he wasn't the type to struggle there.
He'd return safe, no doubt. Which meant she had to move now.
Squiiiish!
“Hngk...?!”
As Diana dragged her hazy mind from the bed, a rough hand seized her breast, buckling her waist and sending her crumpling back down.
“Heuuk...”
The huge, firm hand crushed the large, soft mound of flesh, fat spilling between his fingers.
'No, not now... Hahk...'
No one was supposed to be beside her right now.
And she absolutely shouldn't feel this hand's touch.
Fingers thick at every joint, rough and sturdy, leaving merciless red handprints on a woman's soft breast.
How could she forget?
This was the hand that had awakened her unconscious self to her nature as a female.
Ignoring her womb starting to throb and quiver again, Diana gritted her teeth and turned to face the owner of that familiar touch.
Bit by bit, memories of last night resurfaced.
Memories of forcibly hugging him when he returned exhausted from the Labyrinth, groping and pouncing on him.
“Ah...”
A defeated moan echoed through his room.
Yes, his room.
Balkan's.
“I... What the hell did I do...”
There he lay beside her, helmeted, clad in torn chestplate, half-naked and passed out.
Absentmindedly kneading her breast.
I'd used Blessing of Glory at max output and blacked out right after. The risk was bigger than expected.
I opened my eyes to Diana right away.
“Ah...”
Diana stared blankly, moaning vacantly.
I stared back blankly too, then realized where my hand was. I kneaded a few more times unconsciously before pulling it away.
My sweat-soaked hand felt quite warm.
How long had I been groping? Red handprints marked Diana's tits, wrapped in her gray dress.
Diana just stared at me blankly, like her mind had frozen.
Mine had too. Waking to her panting and staring at me hit my heart hard.
“Uh...”
“Ah...”
Our words overlapped. Silence stretched again.
I gestured for her to speak first. She nodded frantically.
“B-Balkan... Th-this situation is, uh... y'know... Ah...”
Diana fumbled her words. Definitely not her usual self.
Her brain was fully frozen; she couldn't string sentences together. Her usually half-lidded eyes rolled wildly, scanning the room in panic.
I spoke up first.
“The curse, right?”
Just the facts.
What caused Diana's rampage?
'That Lewd Frail Degenerate Pattern Curse.'
Diana wasn't the type for reckless acts like this. Something had numbed her reason—the curse acting up.
Hell, I'd seen that perverted, ominous pattern on her, like with that freak.
“...Yes.”
Diana explained one of her curses in detail.
Not the full story, but close to what I'd guessed.
Lust spiked weekly, and quarterly it rampaged enough to cloud her mind.
“...”
Diana bowed her head to me like a criminal. She couldn't even properly apologize.
Just head down, silent. Not trying to gloss over it with silence.
The Diana who always owned her mistakes, accepted them, and apologized—was frozen like this.
She knew what she'd done was unforgivable to this world's men.
“A curse that vicious. Must've been rough all this time, Diana.”
“Uh...?”
But I'm not a native of this world. A stunning beauty comforted herself on my bed?
Honestly, it was so fantastical I still couldn't believe it.
And judging purely good or bad? Total win.
Last night, I'd nearly lost my reason too.
'If Diana hadn't snapped out of it midway and stopped herself.'
I'd have ridden the mood and pumped her womb full of my healthy two-month-condensed baby batter.
Her stopping, even curse-ridden and out of her mind, proved she respected and cared for me.
So I wanted to help her in return.
At my words about her hardships, Diana blankly lifted her head and stared at me.
“Diana. Truth is, I got a blessing on this Labyrinth run.”
Context said Diana was once a high-level explorer. Reasons she'd kept the curse?
'No money to remove it, or even the temple couldn't.'
She didn't seem cash-poor. So the latter...
'Definitely that darkness.'
That ominous, foreboding darkness. The unidentified [Existence] it shrouded and threatened with.
Temples probably couldn't touch that darkness.
“Remember last night?”
“...Ah, yeah... I r-remember...”
“When I pressed hard on your lower belly, the pattern vanished.”
“...!”
Diana flinched and stroked her belly.
The smooth lower abdomen under her gray dress was now pattern-free.
The blessing's effect was verified last night.
This blessing could definitely suppress her rampages.
“If lust rises or a rampage hits again... my blessing might help.”
Diana stared blankly at me. She looked a bit flustered now.
Yeah. Must be confusing.
Situations where you'd run in disgust or gouge her for cash wouldn't be odd.
“I want to help you, Diana. The favors you've done me are huge.”
Instead, I was covering for her and offering aid.
“...Balkan. I gave you an irreparable wound.”
“Psh, this ain't a wound. Besides, you covered one of mine already.”
Diana's eyes widened. She'd guessed which one.
“...Balkan, that was...”
“Gonna say 'just because' again?”
Our first meeting came back.
My first murder ever, the scary, grueling Labyrinth, people flipping out to eat me at every turn.
Her handing me warm soup and an inn key as I shivered on the cold, dark street.
“Just because. No special reason. No strings attached. That's what you said then too.”
“...”
“So let me help you just because. No special reason. I want to. Why not?”
I met her gaze head-on.
Diana's eyes were fully open, not half-lidded.
I peered into her amber irises from within my helmet.
Soon, a faint smile escaped her lips.
“...Really. I can't win against you, Balkan.”
Her voice mixed gratitude, guilt, and apology.
“Yeah? Feels like I can't win against you either.”
I grinned and gripped her hand tight. We smiled at each other for a moment.
“...”
After a brief silence, Diana spoke cautiously.
“Then... sorry, but... can I ask you to?”
I nodded eagerly to the woman who'd saved me from ruin in Doubtful Ears.
“Of course!”
And so, I became Diana's lust-relief helper from then on.
“But Diana, what's the curse's name?”
Diana's sly smile froze solid.
“You need the name to suppress it...?”
“Nah, just curious. Not a common curse, right?”
After a pause, Diana flushed beet red and murmured carefully.
“Uh, um... Ra... Rang... Gol...”
“Rarangol? Curse of Rarangol?”
“...S-sorry. I c-can't remember suddenly...”
Diana bolted upright, grabbed my bedding for laundry, and zipped downstairs.
Literally in a flash. I barely caught her afterimage.
I got up casually, wiped myself with a wet cloth for a fresh start to the day, and thought.
Lewd Frail Degenerate Pattern Curse.
Rarangol. Lewdrangol.
Curse of Lewd Frailty, Degenerate Patterns.
“Holy shit.”
Labyrinth's no joke.
“This damn academy. Finally out!”
“Tell me about it.”
The red-haired elf and dog beastkin led about twenty students beaming with joy at their first field assignment in ages.
“You're all excellent, but the Labyrinth holds unknowns. Everyone except top student Ellie Ordia, follow me.”
At Professor Mangkostil's words, the students glanced at the red-haired elf, Ellie Ordia.
“Ellie. Jealous... Free time?”
“Genius even prof recognizes. Real wall.”
“Tch. She's commoner trash anyway.”
“You don't know? Her mom's...”
“...No way?”
Pure envy, admiration for talent, jealousy.
Ellie Ordia showed no reaction to most, but the last one stung.
Because it touched her reverse scale.
“What about my mom?”
“N-nothing, just...”
The prodigy stepped forward, silencing the whispering pair.
“Tch. Can't even speak to her face.”
“...”
Ellie clicked her tongue at their averted eyes.
She kicked the ground in frustration. When that didn't help, she scorched it with a fireball.
Ellie Ordia.
Royal Academy third-year. Overwhelming top student. Genius mage.
Such titles paled before her massive surname.
“...That woman's not my real mom.”
Puberty hit late for Ellie, and she utterly despised her stepmother.