Chapter 82
Chapter 82
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: Diana's Breaking Point
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The atmosphere had completely shifted.
Not just the air enveloping them, the temperature, or the humidity.
Even Diana's expression, sitting across the table from him, had changed.
Clang!
As if entranced by something, Diana stared fixedly at Balkan's face.
"Is there something on my face, by any chance?"
'I did wash up at the temple, though.'
He and Serif had gone through a thorough ritual bath at the temple.
Everything except his head, torso, and groin had been handled by Serif's hands, and he'd fully immersed himself in holy water. His body was now in the cleanest state it had been since his return.
"..."
Diana showed no reaction.
She simply gazed blankly at Balkan's face.
A face so clean it silenced all the rumors floating around about hideous burns or scars.
A strikingly handsome young man whose features were so perfect she couldn't help but think, 'He looks like he'd get swarmed, gangbanged by crowds just walking down the street.' And there he was.
When his unexpectedly striking appearance was revealed—nothing like what she'd imagined—Diana's breath caught for a moment.
"It's been a while since I showed my bare face, so it's a bit embarrassing. You're the first person I've ever taken off my helmet in front of like this, Diana."
Watching Balkan scratch the back of his head with an awkward smile, Diana felt an immense wave of happiness flooding her heart.
It wasn't just because of his looks.
'Me... the first...?'
His words naturally replayed in her mind.
—The only person I fully trust in this world is you, Diana.
The sincerity pouring from those words touched her deeply.
Right after, he'd removed his helmet, calling it a "mark of trust."
In other words, for Balkan, taking off his helmet was tantamount to fully trusting someone.
He was telling her he trusted her. That he trusted her completely...!
Realizing this, Diana's heart melted into an overwhelming happiness beyond its limits.
Her neglected, child-bearing milf pussy began to secrete its honest juices, turning gooey and loose.
'Ugh...! Hold it. Hold it. Hooold it...!'
The blissful emotion welling from her heart started spreading through her entire body.
Diana desperately endured the sudden surge of breeding lust as her body temperature spiked.
'Not now... not right now...!'
She squeezed her eyes shut, biting her lip hard to hold on.
Just ten seconds ago, he'd told her he trusted her.
—I trusted you! I trusted you so much!!! I trusted you, Diana!!!
She could vividly picture Balkan, tears streaming from his clear black eyes, as he got swarmed and ravaged.
'No...! Not that future...!'
Balkan had shown her his trust.
Diana wanted to repay that trust in kind.
She clenched her legs tight to stop herself from lunging at him, pressing her body as far back into the chair as possible.
Her lips pressed firmly together, she bit her tongue lightly and forced herself to think pure thoughts...
Struggling to overcome the perverse urges tormenting her...
Squeeze♡
"Huuuugh...!"
But Diana's efforts to suppress her lust crumbled pathetically with a single throb from her contracting and relaxing womb.
Her long-neglected, child-bearing milf pussy seized the golden opportunity, gushing out thick, honest mating juices.
Lewd Frail Corruption Tattoo Curse
Pink aura intensifies. Demonic energy infuses the womb.
Rampage mode: Extreme lust surge every quarter. Suppress with days of intense masturbation.
As if in response, her womb pounded wildly, pink energy mingling with seeping demonic qi.
The Lewd Frail Corruption Tattoo Curse. That pink glow was stronger than before.
This wasn't the mild precursor lust that came weekly.
This was the real deal.
The monstrous lust that struck every quarter, forcing her to lock herself away for days of fingering until her fingers swelled just to calm it...
A true rampage.
'Wh-why now...! Huuugh...!'
Panicking at the rampage's onset, Diana clutched her lower belly, covering the vulgar, lewd womb tattoo there.
Thanks to Balkan's blessing, it'd been less than two months since her last rampage was quelled.
There should have been plenty of time left before the next one. Why was this obscene tattoo manifesting now?
She wondered for a moment, but in truth, it was entirely predictable.
Diana recalled all the depraved, perverted things she'd done in Balkan's room while he was away in the Labyrinth.
'Lying on the bed he slept in, drenching it with my juices while clit-rubbing... Spraying pussy fluids everywhere to mark my territory in his room...'
Jealousy toward the women hovering around Balkan mixed with her perverse lust, driving her mad in fleeting moments.
She hadn't opened the inn doors, skipped tavern work, barely eaten—lost like a beast in heat for days on end with nothing but masturbation...
Expecting the curse not to rampage would have been the real denial.
"Diana! Are you okay?!"
Balkan saw her suddenly clamp her mouth shut, swallowing moans as she writhed. He shot to his feet.
Only then did he notice the pink glow emanating from under the table.
"The curse... rampaging?"
"B-Balkan... d-don't looook... you can't see...!"
Spotting the curse, Balkan began observing it intently.
Unlike last time when she'd completely lost her mind, she still clung to some sanity. Her small hands desperately covered the vivid pink womb tattoo.
Her already flushed face from the alcohol burned even redder.
She clearly found the vulgar tattoo utterly mortifying.
But with her wide, fertile birthing hips, the tattoo spread lewdly across her pelvis, far too large for her tiny hands to conceal.
Pink light leaked blatantly through her fingers, exuding a tantalizing aura.
Her arms stretched desperately to cover it, causing her massive tits to mash against her forearms, accentuating them even more.
Even that pressure seemed stimulating to her sensitive breasts—the tips of her tits, wrapped in the clinging milf dress, began to swell noticeably.
Not too long, not too short. Perfectly ideal length.
Plump in proportion to her bust...
Diana's erect nipples.
Gulp.
Drool flowed instinctively.
Memories resurfaced of gripping those tits tightly before.
That ecstatic sensation lingered vividly in his mind.
Wait, just for a second. Just once wouldn't hurt—
'Shut up. No. Stop. This isn't the time.'
Balkan suppressed the urge to rip into and grope her tits.
Regulating his breathing, he willed down his stiffening cock—fixated on her nipples—and approached her side.
Still helmetless.
Looking at her face, now beet-red on the verge of bursting, he spoke.
"Diana. You're still holding onto your reason, right?"
"Huu, huugh... uhn... Y-yeah... barely... hanging on..."
Diana answered, stifling moans and ragged breaths.
Good. There's still a chance.
He scooped her up effortlessly in a princess carry.
And headed straight for her room in the back of the kitchen.
'If Ellie wakes from her drunken stupor and sees this, it'll be a disaster.'
Her dignity as a mother would be ruined.
No time to leisurely survey the room. He laid Diana on the bed and knelt beside her.
"I'll suppress the curse with my blessing like last time. Can you hold out?"
"Huu, huu... Y-yeah... of courseee..."
Her tongue lolled, speech slurred and drooling, but this wasn't the time to nitpick.
Her resolve came through clearly.
She lived with this curse too.
Surely she hated and suffered when it turned her into an uncontrollable slut.
But the power to free her from that torment lay in his hands.
Radiant Blessing (Enhanced)
Piercing startup hum. Hands enveloped in brilliant light.
Keeeeeen—!
A sharp startup hum rang out as his hands bathed in radiant light.
This version of the Radiant Blessing had grown slightly stronger from recent events.
He eyed the pink energy on Diana's womb tattoo—and the darker, more insidious demonic qi lurking beneath.
Denser than the darkness he'd purged last time.
'Difference in rampage onset?'
It looked harder to suppress than before.
But the Radiant Blessing had leveled up during the Labyrinth run too.
Worth a shot.
"Alright... here goes, Diana."
"...Uhn... ...!"
Having given up covering the tattoo, hands clamped over her mouth, Diana nodded with effort.
Balkan carefully placed his thick, light-wreathed hand on her lower belly.
And pressed gently.
Squish—
"...!"
Diana's hips bucked slightly.
Her thighs shyly clenched, and through her briefly parted hands, he saw her biting her lip desperately.
'Sorry, Diana.'
Hoping she'd endure a bit longer, he focused his mind on the demonic qi.
Time to school this insidious curse hiding in her womb with pure light.
'Begone! Vanish! You foul, slimy demonic qi!'
Squish! Squeeeze! Squeeeeeze!!
Balkan kneaded her lower belly mercilessly, stimulating it.
As expected, the demonic qi resisted far more stubbornly than before.
Clinging viciously to corrupt her womb fully, it withstood the Radiant Blessing.
"...?!! Huuung...!!!"
Each press made Diana twist desperately.
She was reaching her limit. Time for a decisive strike.
'All-in. Maximum output.'
The inn's dim lights began drowning in the massive radiance pouring from his hands.
The demonic qi sensed the threat and clung even harder to her womb, but...
Squeeeeeeeeeze!!!!
Keeeeeen—!
The Radiant Blessing blazed blindingly, enough to shred darkness itself.
Shrrrrip—
The pink energy and demonic qi mingled in her womb tattoo were swept away by the light, torn to shreds without a trace.
"Phew. That should do it—"
Balkan exhaled, lifting his hand from her lower belly to wipe the cold sweat from max-output exertion.
And in that instant.
"Huaaaaaaaaah!!"
An unbelievably vulgar mating cry echoed through the room.
Diana's lower belly, melted gooey by his sticky womb-cleansing massage, quivered. Her hips arched high into the air.
Spiiiish—!
A lewd splashing followed as honest juices gushed out in torrents.
Soaking not just the bedsheets but the floor beyond.
Staring dazedly at Diana, he saw the crotch of her gray milf dress darkening with wetness.
Her usually downcast eyes flew wide open from unimaginable pleasure.
"...Hiih, hiii...♡"
Lying on the bed, hips raised, she trembled violently before her legs gave out, collapsing back down.
Shlurp—
Her long legs kicked off the blanket, which soaked into the pooling fluids on the floor.
Spluuuurt...
Lewd sounds accompanied the gray milf dress and sheets deepening in color before his eyes.
"...Uh, ah, wha...?"
Balkan lost himself momentarily in the absurd scene.
Speechless.
His brain refused to process it.
The first true female climax he'd ever witnessed.
His mind went blank.
"D-Diana...?"
"Huu, huu... I-I'm... done forrr..."
He barely called her name when her tearful mumble reached him.
"Huh? Done for? What do you—"
Before Balkan could grasp the situation, something even more incomprehensible unfolded.
He'd been kneeling beside her on the bed moments ago—now he was lying down on it.
"Balkaaaaan..."
A sweet, sticky, female voice dripping with allure.
Diana loomed over him, arms pinned by her head, poised to pounce any second.
"Sorry... so sorryyy..."
Drip— Drip—
"My lust... won't stoppp..."
Tears trickled from the corners of Diana's eyes.
"Please... please... resist me..."
Tears rolled down her cheek onto his eye corner, making it look like he was crying.
"Or else... I'll..."
Her lips clamped shut mid-sentence.
Even without words, staring into her eyes, Balkan knew exactly what she meant.
—I might just devour you whole right now.