Chapter 93
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: 20. How Dare You Defile a God? (4)
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My limbs trembled uncontrollably. My mouth was finally free, so I needed to say something—anything—but only choked sobs burst from my throat one after another.
Fuck. W-what the hell is wrong with my body!
Not only was the blood rushing faster than ever, but every nerve in my body was hyper-focused on the most sensitive spot. On top of that, Amaness was shoving my dick away with her foot, stimulating it to the point of pain, making it feel like my waist was about to snap.
Bound hand and foot with no chance to escape, I let out pathetic moans like some pathetic new god. Twisting my entire body in ecstasy, I was right on the verge when Amaness's foot suddenly stopped.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
"How's that? Feels good, doesn't it?"
Is she insane? I almost lost my mind just now. My dick was already so sensitive it felt ready to burst at any second, and instead of handling it gently, she mashed it like it wasn't hers, pressing down hard.
While I was half out of it, panting, she gazed at my twitching body with rapturous delight, stroking her face. Her eyes had somehow filled with a mad gleam.
"Aha... I'm going crazy... The guy who pinned me down from above just a few years ago... now under me..."
She trembled like a leaf in the wind, savoring the sweet revenge of this reversed situation.
No matter how badly the game's Isaiah had broken her—turning her into a near cripple—could this really be the same goddess I knew?
Did the world change twist her like it did Bishop Lisa?
...No. No matter how I thought about it, Amaness wouldn't do something so stupid that it'd hurt her too.
That meant this was her true nature...
Isaiah, you fucking bastard! How much of a wreck did you turn her into for her to try reverse-raping me like this?!
The Amaness I knew from Satta was completely different from this one. In the game, she was... pure, untainted, like the robes she wore. Not just a virgin, but merciful too—perfect as a heroine.
Which made defiling that pure woman the ultimate fuck scene...
Who would've thought the backlash would turn her into this much of a person...
Squish—
"Hngh...!"
Before my thoughts could continue, Amaness ground her foot into my dick. A moan escaped me almost instinctively. Somehow, I ended up clinging to her leg from below, gasping.
"How's it feel getting your dick trampled? You're drooling like it's the best thing ever... You filthy mutt..."
Crazy... If you swapped it around, that was straight out of Isaiah's lines...
Isaiah's vulgar lines hurled at the bound, helpless Amaness, unable to escape.
The original was exactly what she just said, swapping "dick" and "mutt."
She must've bottled up everything from the game deep inside, remembering it all to pay me back like this...
Of course, I could understand. Anyone would want revenge on the guy who did this to them. But...
It's not me...
I'm clearly from another world...
It felt too late to turn back now.
There was no way to prove I was from another world anywhere...
All I could do was let her ravage me as she pleased.
"Hngh...! C-cum... I'm gonna cum..."
The relentless stimulation scraping across my whole body built up to an overwhelming urge to release. But she didn't care, trampling my dick even harder like it was trash.
Splurt—splurt—
In the end, with a lewd sound, I spurted a cloudy white liquid into the air.
"Huu... hu..."
After a long climax, I slumped limply, breathing raggedly.
Whether from heightened sensitivity or something else Amaness did to my body, I couldn't believe the sheer volume of semen I sprayed everywhere.
"How was that? Manageable?"
Amaness smiled mercifully—hard to believe she was the one who'd just assaulted me.
She'd clearly seen me begging her to stop, saying I'd die, yet she toyed with my now-softening dick with her toes like she was defiling me.
"Isaiah... You came once already, and it's already wilting? I haven't even properly tasted it yet..."
Seeing my drained, limp dick, she clicked her tongue in apparent regret, drawing out her words.
While I caught my breath for a moment,
Amaness snapped her fingers, untying the ropes.
Without giving me time to think, she snapped again.
The chair I was on whooshed away into another space, and suddenly alone, I tumbled to the floor.
"Ugh... ugh..."
The chair must've been pretty high up, because the impact drew out a groan. The afterglow of my orgasm hadn't even faded yet... She clearly had no intention of waiting even a second.
"Isaiah... Don't worry. I'll make you hard again..."
"Huh? Hngh!"
Amaness stepped down from the table, grabbed my chin, and forced my head around to meet her gaze.
My cooled body ignited like a fireball again... My limp dick shot straight up as if nothing had happened.
Ugh... My dick...
It stood rigid, veins bulging with imposing might. If we went any further here, it really felt like I'd stop being human.
The more my arousal built, the clearer my mind became, and the saliva I hadn't fully swallowed stretched long before dripping onto Amaness's hand gripping me.
"You really look like a dog in heat. Damn... I get why you jumped me now, even though you shouldn't..."
You crazy bitch. Your understanding is way off base. Fuck, more than that, I wish you'd realize I'm from another world... But without clear proof of being an isekai protagonist, that wasn't happening.
"I'd love to drag you to the heavens and use you as my plaything forever... Tsk, but you're the Saint..."
Regretting she couldn't take the Saint with her, Amaness clicked her tongue and stood. After getting me this worked up, she stepped back a couple paces, heels clicking.
Haa... That crazy bastard Isaiah from the game...
What the hell was he thinking fucking Amaness...
Even if the protagonist was a brainless dickhead, wasn't he scared of the consequences? He must've known it'd come to this...
Ugh... Whatever.
My head wasn't in any state to judge anything right now.
For now... I just needed to...
Calm this horny body down quick.
"Isaiah..."
"Hngh... haa..."
"Isaiah!"
"Hguk!"
Amaness's sharp voice pierced through me. Just hearing my name made goosebumps ripple across my skin, my body shuddering. This alone was hard to endure... Expecting a response was asking too much.
But if I didn't, something even scarier might await...
"Nyeeh..."
I curled up tight and lisped out a sound.
"Already this excited... Are you suffering a lot?"
"Uhng... Y-yesh..."
"Then show me a begging pose."
"Hng... Nye?"
B-begging pose? What's that? Was there something like that?
"Oh, right... You know, the thing you made me do..."
Seeing my confused look, she referenced what past Isaiah had forced on her.
As I pondered briefly, a scene from the game before Isaiah fucked Amaness flashed through my mind.
"Uhng... hu..."
Fuck... She wants that?
Humiliating, but no choice. If I didn't, she wouldn't help, and there were no other options.
Trembling, I gripped my shaky legs and barely knelt. Clasping my hands together, I planted them on the floor.
And...
"Thank you for fucking my dick today."
I bowed deeply, dogeza-style naked. Then I heard Amaness giggling.
"Ah, damn... You actually did it... Well, you did it to Bishop Lisa too..."
I couldn't see with my face smashed to the ground, but I could guess her expression without looking.
What... Mocking me, probably...
Revenge is like that. Reclaiming what was taken. By making me submit, Amaness sought to restore her long-lost pride.
And with that, she'd reclaimed a piece of it.
Squish—
"Ungh..."
Suddenly, a heavy sensation on my head. The weight told me exactly what it was.
"Filthy bastard... To think I was scared of trash like you..."
Amaness pressed down on my head with her foot, swallowing her rage.
Soon, her semen-covered foot tangled in my hair, messing up my neat style into a total wreck.
"Now... I'll properly teach you who's on top. I won't care if you break. Survive on your own from here."