Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Dare to Defile a God? (3)
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My limbs wouldn't budge an inch. I'd known all along that it was pointless struggling, but I hadn't expected things to spiral this far out of control.
Saintess Amaness was already beyond furious, seeing nothing but red. If this kept up, I'd be totally defenseless and at her mercy.
Fuck... Where the hell did everything start going wrong...
I'm losing my mind. I couldn't even judge anymore if I was truly in the wrong. The one certainty was that Saintess Amaness carried memories from the original game world I knew—and because of that, she saw me as the prime target of her resentment.
Tap, tap.
For a while, she circled silently around me, bound to the chair.
Then her hand—whiter than snow—brushed my body, and I shuddered violently, as if a blade were pressed to my throat.
Please... She won't make it hurt enough to kill me, right?
Until moments ago, my goal had been to somehow placate her. Now, I had to worry about surviving without further enraging her.
That first roar she'd unleashed at me. It was just a single "Hey," but I'd nearly crossed into the afterlife right then.
The horrific sensation of Divine Power surging wildly through my entire body, rampaging and tearing me apart from within. It was still deeply rooted in my mind, tormenting me even now.
"Hngh..."
I trembled like a small dog facing imminent death.
Terrified of needlessly stoking her wrath again, I couldn't utter a sound, barely managing shallow breaths.
"You ignored me when I knelt and begged you to stop, and now you're the one tied up here? How does it feel to be on the receiving end?"
She slipped behind me, gripping the chair's backrest as she chuckled softly and whispered into my ear.
I don't know... No, I don't. Fuck! How the hell would I know?
I hadn't actually assaulted her, so there was no way for me to understand. If I'd done it and ended up like this, at least I wouldn't feel so wronged. What the fuck is even happening?
First things first, I need to get out of these damn ropes and have a real, honest talk...
Things were already a hopeless tangle—no clue where to even begin unraveling it—but I had to throw out something to escape this mess.
Of course, only if she'd remove this gag crammed in my mouth.
"Hngh... Hngh..."
As I panted roughly,
meaningless gasps forced their way out of my mouth.
Damn it, why me of all people?
I wasn't the only one who'd played this game. The download numbers proved plenty had. So what the hell were they doing while I got dragged into this? I couldn't comprehend it.
Just bad luck?
Bullshit...
If that was really it, things couldn't possibly get any shittier.
She finally completed her circle and stopped right in front of me. Amused by how I'd turned instantly obedient at a few words, one corner of her mouth curled in a sly smirk.
"Ha! To think I got taken down by a loser like you..."
Saintess Amaness's self-mocking voice followed.
Even she seemed utterly humiliated that a goddess like herself had been assaulted by some lowly human. A hollow laugh burst from her lips.
Then she snapped her fingers.
Rip!
"Hngh?!"
In that instant, with her snap, my clothes shattered into pieces. What I was wearing tore to shreds in the blink of an eye and fell to the floor.
In mere seconds, I was stark naked, not a thread left on me. With the last cover hiding my frail body gone, a chill grazed my skin, sending goosebumps rippling across it.
"Hmm... Impressively big, as expected..."
Having stripped me into this utterly humiliating state, she let out a long breath through her nose as she inspected my cock.
I reflexively arched my waist back, trying to shield my crotch.
Apparently displeased by my defiance, she toyed with my Divine Power at will, forcibly spreading my legs apart once more.
Unable to mount any real resistance, I'd been reduced to a mere plaything. Seeing the terror in my eyes at some point, a wave of sadistic glee washed over her face.
"Oh, right. Gotta unlock this."
Glancing at me groaning in agony, something crucial apparently clicked for her. She raised her hand into the air.
As if manipulating a status window, she swiped her hand a few times, and suddenly, a translucent panel materialized before my eyes.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙
[Corruption Value (Locked) status has been released. From now on, the value will rise upon engaging in relationships.]
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Ah... Fuck...
I'd said it'd unlock in a year. But pulling this right in my face... It was basically toying with me. A grim warning: your life is yours to hold—so play smart.
"What now? You were handing it out to anyone since the value wouldn't rise... Can't do that anymore, can you?"
She mocked me outright, rubbing it in. Who the hell made it this way? If not for that goddamn Corruption Value, I never would've in the first place.
Saintess Amaness giggled like this whole situation was hilarious, oblivious that she'd swung her blade at the wrong target.
With a sigh heavy from long-suppressed emotions, she perched on the edge of the opposite table, gestured, and yanked my immobilized chair forward.
"Ah... Crazy... This is getting me excited... Don't worry. I won't kill you."
Crunch—
"Hngh!"
While I was off-guard, she suddenly planted her heeled shoe right on my cock, crushing it down.
The abrupt assault on my body's most vulnerable spot forced a shrill cry from my lips.
Squeeze— Squeeze—
"How is it? Not quite as painful as you imagined, huh?"
"Nggh...! Mm!"
My cock felt like it would burst. And with her heel grinding into my balls, I couldn't help but wince.
Fuck... So this is what she meant by try it yourself...
The scene from the game flashed in my mind: Priest Isaiah tying Saintess Amaness's legs to a chair and mercilessly stomping her pussy with his foot. That proud goddess crumbling—not to an enemy, but her own devotee. A horrific moment.
"Ngh! Uh...!"
But no matter how I sliced it, this was wrong. I wasn't the game's Isaiah. I'd never actually raped her. My only "crime" was picking the rape option over the alternative.
For that alone? I couldn't wrap my head around it.
"Perverted fuck... Getting hard again?"
Painful as it was, the stabbing jolts piercing my brain made my cock start lifting its head. Shamefully, even in the midst of this torment, it stiffened up harder and harder.
"Haa... Then let's see just how well Bishop Lisa broke you in."
Like savoring a home-cooked meal, she slipped off her shoe. Her impossibly white foot—veins faintly visible—pressed down gently on my cock, no, my raging hard-on.
Squeeze—
Hngk...!
Smooth yet rough motions all at once. Warm too, like it was buried in her pussy. The onahole-like sensation scrambled my senses.
"Fuck... I told you to suffer. But you're loving it."
Grunting pathetically from below with a beta-male look on my face, she gazed down at me in pity. Thanks to that cursed Corruption Value, I was in heat before I knew it.
"See? This isn't punishment at all..."
My arousal catching her off-guard, she eased her foot back slightly.
Then she roughly seized my chin, yanking me forward. Pinning me in place so I couldn't look away, she locked eyes with me, glaring fiercely.
"Hngh?!"
Gazing into her eyes—beautiful as a snowy expanse—
my heart began pounding unexpectedly. Not from the ongoing tension or pressure, but as if something were puppeteering it, blood raced hot through my veins.
Wait... My body...
Suddenly feverish and burning up. Eerily similar to when Bishop Lisa drugged me before. Blood surging fast, every nerve sharpening to a razor's edge.
Just eye contact, yet my sensitivity felt multiplied several times over...
I had no clue what she'd done, but one thing was clear: she'd messed with my Divine Power.
Thud—
After thoroughly disrupting my body, she flung me back onto the chair.
Before I knew it, my face was flushed like I'd downed a drink. Consciousness floating adrift, like swimming through a dream.
"Hehe... Shall I take out the gag?"
"Puha..."
Beaming innocently, she flicked her wrist, and the gag in my mouth vanished.
This is weird...
How much did she crank up my sensitivity?
In that brief moment, my entire body had turned hypersensitive—even the slightest touch felt like it was scorching me alive.
Squeeze—
"Heheuk!"
Her foot met my cock again.
A moan ripped from my throat as my waist quivered uncontrollably.
Pleasure on an entirely different plane spread through every corner of my brain, etching itself deep.
Kuhk... Wait, too much!
How to even describe it?
Like my cock right after cumming...
A single light touch forced a girlish whimper past my lips.
"Finally crying with your real voice. Think you can handle it now?"
Delighted by my reaction, she wiggled her toes, teasing my glans ever so gently.
Indescribable electric jolts of pleasure sent my entire body into spasms.
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