Chapter 105: Cursed Child (5)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 105: Cursed Child (5)[R-18]
“...A demon.”
Yuris muttered the word under her breath, her expression unusually grim.
Based on the conversation we had in the carriage, it seemed that even Yuris, a Saintess Candidate, was unaware of the existence of demons.
“....”
Even though a ‘Saintess’ technically sat outside the official church hierarchy, the position was generally understood to be second only to the Pope. I had thought she might have enough clearance to access documents under ‘Sealing Designation’...
But Yuris was a ‘Saintess Candidate,’ not the Saintess herself.
As I’ve mentioned before, the role of Saintess Candidate didn't originally exist. Traditionally, the position of Saintess was held for life, and the predecessor would personally select her successor upon retirement. This was the first time the Church had taken it upon themselves to select ‘Saintess Candidates.’
‘Actually, this might be for the best.’
Currently, Yuris was the most likely candidate to become the next Saintess... but if, by some chance, she failed, she would return to being a commoner. If she possessed information regarding ‘Sealing Designations’ at that point, it would put her in a very dangerous position.
“...I’m sorry, Master. You asked this bitch for help... but this bitch cannot think of anything a demon wouldn't be able to repay.”
“No, it’s fine. I only asked just in case. I have a plan of my own.”
“What?! You—you have a plan?”
“Yeah.”
I wouldn't know if it would work until I tried it... but this was the only path forward anyway.
“Uaaahhh!!”
Poporing ruffled her already curly hair into a wild mess.
“I don’t know! I just don't know!”
For research purposes, she had gone to a nearby adult shop and bought an ‘extra-large dildo’ and some condoms.
“...Even the biggest one isn't even half the size of a forearm!!”
It fell woefully short of the forearm-sized girth the blonde woman had described.
That aside, she finally understood why the blonde woman had come to the shop with her face completely covered. She had wondered what the point of such a suspiciously obvious disguise was... but when it came time for Poporing herself to buy a dildo, she had wrapped her own face up tight.
‘P-please give me the biggest dildo in the shop!’
There was no way she could have uttered those words with a bare face!
“Sigh... I wonder when my own partner will show up. That blonde couple... they probably spend all day sucking and licking each other, right...?”
The blonde woman seemed a bit like a pervert, but as a couple, they were both stunning and looked good together.
‘But what’s the deal with that pink-haired guest who came with them?’
Inside the Gallery, Poporing was a master of all sorts of play as the ‘One of a Thousand Masks,’ but in reality, she was a woman who couldn't even hold a proper conversation with a man, let alone hold hands.
‘Are they acquaintances... or did they just happen to meet in front of the shop?’
With her pure, socially awkward, virgin-for-life brain, Poporing couldn't even imagine a 3P scenario occurring in real life.
“No, this isn't the time to be thinking about that! ...Dammit! Is it really as big as a forearm?”
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't visualize having something the size of a forearm between one's legs. Even among the Demon Kingdom—ranked #1 in average racial size by Forbes—she had never heard of a size comparable to a forearm.
But if...
She assumed there was some exaggeration involved, but if it were actually true...
“...If it’s real, that means something twice as thick as this is going inside a body?”
Poporing’s mouth went dry as she gripped the dildo. By a rough estimate, a foreign object about 1/5th the size of Poporing herself would be entering her. It was a size truly worthy of being called the ‘Terror Breaker’!
“T-the bottom is impossible! Absolutely impossible!”
Given the female anatomy, it seemed impossible to fit that down there. Fear aside, she felt like her internal organs would be shredded if she actually tried.
“But if it’s the top...”
Perhaps it might be possible through the top.
“I-it’s not like... I’m curious or anything... but I have to experience everything! Yes! And if I’m going to make condoms, I need to know what the texture feels like first...”
There were many things in this world that couldn't be understood through theory alone. How many things had been theoretically perfect but failed during actual experimentation? Every invention was born from countless trials and errors.
“...Bleeeh.”
Poporing opened her small mouth; it looked like it would barely fit. But to think of something twice as thick as this...
“Bwaaa—”
With a flushed face, Poporing gulped and was just about to put the dildo in her open mouth when—
Chime!
The shop door, which definitely had a ‘Closed’ sign hanging on it, swung open.
“...Sniff, sob...! I-I know... I should have... locked the door...! Hic...! B-but... I even put up... the ‘Closed’... sign... Ugh, sniff...”
The owner of the ‘Porling Merchant Guild,’ who had frozen mid-act while holding the dildo, spoke while shedding fat tears. Normally, I would have apologized and turned right back around, but I didn't have that luxury right now.
“I understand. I’m sorry for interrupting your private time, but I need something.”
“Hic... N-no! T-this isn't what it looks like! Sob! It’s strictly...! F-for... research...!”
“I see. I understand. So, could you prepare what I need?”
“Sniff, sob...! You... you don't seem to get it... hic! W-what... do you need...”
“First, I need sleeping pills.”
“...T-then, some sleepwort...”
“Sleepwort won't cut it. They need to fall into a very deep sleep. I need something much stronger.”
“Huh? W-what are you planning to use it for?”
“I can't tell you. So, do you have it or not?”
I had already involved Yuris. I had no intention of dragging more people into this.
“Hic! P-please... don't be... angry.... I... I have it, but...”
“Give it to me, then.”
“Ah! W-wait!! Just a... just a second... T-that... if you use too much... you... you could die! You could die...!”
“It’s fine.”
Since Yuris, an authority on ‘Recovery and Purification,’ was with me, she would help ensure the dosage was perfectly accurate.
“And give me some ‘Orc Estrus Potion’ too. Oh, and this and that as well.”
“Sob!... Hic! My... my magic tools... what on earth... are you...”
Evelyn, Yuris, Laplace, Helen.
Of all the women I had been intimate with so far, not one had failed to faint.
And fainting meant that the ‘pleasure’ I provided had exceeded the limits their bodies could handle.
—Don't assume a demon can't endure the pain a human can.
But as Elfriede said, if it was a demon dwelling within Estelle’s body, it might be able to withstand the pleasure I gave. Therefore, I intended to use every means available—‘estrus potions,’ ‘vibrators,’ ‘micro suction devices,’ ‘quills,’ and so on.
“...Sob... S-so... the total comes to 1.78 million Eris... H-how will you be paying...”
“....”
I hit an unexpected wall before I could even begin. The price was much higher than I had anticipated.
Slide—
I opened my wallet, but there was no way I had 1.78 million Eris on me.
“...I’m sorry, but I’d like to buy these on credit.”
“W-what? All of this... on credit?!”
The owner of the ‘Porling Merchant Guild’ gaped at me. Even as I said it, I knew asking for credit with nothing to offer was incredibly brazen.
“...Eh? T-this is?”
I pulled out my Sacred Academy student ID and handed it over.
“It’s collateral.”
“What?.. T-this is... collateral?”
“I don't have the money right now, so I’m using credit, but I will pay you back as soon as possible.”
I didn't have money, but I did have the ‘Rose Brooch.’ With this, I felt I could borrow money from Helen without collateral or interest.
“B-but... I can't... give you all of this... on credit... hic!”
Grip!
“Please. I’m begging you.”
I grabbed the shop owner’s hands and spoke with eyes full of sincerity.
“Gasp... hic... sob... Y-you... you must... pay me back... sniff...”
“Sigh....”
A deep sigh escaped Frederica’s lips as she wiped the windows. It had already been several days since Lady Estelle had shut herself in her room.
“I wonder if she’s eating well...”
She was worried sick, but she didn't have the courage to open the door.
‘...Frederica. From now on, I’m not leaving this room.’
‘Pardon? What do you mean, My Lady?’
‘So, don't you dare come near my room either. In fact, just lock up the house and go on vacation with Uncle Ramsey.’
‘M-My Lady! Why so suddenly?’
‘Frederica!’
‘Ah...!’
‘I’m sorry for shouting... but it’s an order...’
‘...W-wait! Just a moment! Then... at least take this with you!’
Just before the Lady closed the door, Frederica had managed to hand her a sack filled with various preserved foods, but she couldn't be sure if the Lady was actually eating them.
—Mumble, mumble.
If there was any silver lining, it was that she could occasionally hear the Lady’s voice leaking out when she passed by the room, confirming she was at least alive.
“Phew...”
“...Uncle Ramsey.”
Frederica said, pinching her nose.
“Didn't I tell you not to smoke inside the house? Do you want your wages docked?”
“More importantly, how is the Lady? It looks like she hasn't eaten today either.”
“Don't change the subject. And since when did you start caring about the Lady, anyway?”
“Fair point. I don't particularly want to be near such a prickly young lady either. But I’m a father with a daughter of my own. ...I can't help but worry when someone isn't eating, if nothing else.”
“...Whatever, just go away. Don't interfere with my cleaning.”
“Fine, fine. Oh, by the way, Frederica.”
“What.”
“It looks like we have a guest.”
Frederica frowned at Ramsey’s words.
“That’s impossible...”
Though they hadn't gone on vacation, they had sent out official notices stating they wouldn't be receiving guests for the time being, just as the Lady had ordered. Who would ignore that and show up anyway?
“And how would you know, Uncle? I should have turned off the notification device at the main gate.”
“I saw someone standing in front of the gate on my way in.”
“...You can see that from here?”
“I’m telling you because I saw it.”
“....”
If nothing else, Uncle Ramsey was a man with incredible eyesight and cooking skills.
“Anyway, I’ve said my piece, so I’ll disappear as you wished.”
Frederica sighed as she watched his retreating back as he sauntered toward the kitchen.
“Haaa...”
If she hadn't known, it would be one thing, but she couldn't ignore a guest when she knew they were waiting.
Clatter—
Frederica set down her cleaning tools and walked toward the main gate. There, she saw a tall man with dark blonde hair and a woman in a nun’s habit.
“Who are you? We sent out notices that the Black Dahlia Family would not be receiving guests for a while.”
“I apologize. I didn't receive any such notice. And I haven't come to visit the Black Dahlia Family; I’ve come as Estelle’s friend.”
“...The Lady’s friend? May I ask your name?”
At Frederica’s question, the blonde man bowed his head slightly and answered.
“My name is Ian.”