Chapter 12
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 12
Chapter Title: 5. Escape (1)
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"Hahahahaha!!!"
Heinkel laughed his heart out before saying one thing to Charlotte.
"No... no, just... it was fun after so long... I thought I'd never see a woman as a person for the rest of my life, but turns out that's not true..."
Charlotte stared at him like he was even crazier, but Heinkel gazed into the past with nostalgic eyes all on his own.
Around age twenty-five, after receiving the Lust Arts from the previous Lust Demon, he had stopped seeing women as people.
Or rather, he couldn't.
Any woman who tasted his cock always lost her mind in five minutes flat, moaning and wailing like animals.
By the time she snapped out of it, she was usually a vegetable... or dead cold.
He could dial it back during sex, sure, but with his severe sex addiction, he lost control the moment he started.
That was why the Lust Arts were called a demonic art.
Women were beings he could never form any real bond with from the start.
Conversations with them held no joy, either. Even if the talk was fun before sex, once he pounded her, she'd turn into someone completely different by the next day—someone he no longer recognized.
After tasting that bitter aftertaste time and again, he'd slammed his heart's door shut.
But then this woman shows up, survives days of storm-like sex with him, and doesn't lose herself one bit.
It made his heart pound again.
But he had no choice but to give up on that path.
He just regretted that he hadn't met her sooner—before he'd grown old.
'What the hell is this old geezer up to...'
But Heinkel's feelings didn't reach Charlotte at all.
'So... about that food...?'
She was solely focused on eyeing a meal while reading the room.
"Wait there. This is our last supper anyway, so I'll treat you to something good!
"Don't even think about running—stay put."
Heinkel pulled out a rusty knife hidden in the door crack, threw on his rags, flung open the shack door, and shot into the sky with a whoosh.
"Uh...?"
'If I run and get caught, it'll be hell. Better stay put.'
Feeling his freakish skills once more, Charlotte just lay back down and went to sleep again.
About twenty minutes later, the sound of the door opening jolted Charlotte awake.
Well, technically it was the smell, but whatever.
She spotted two massive bags dangling from Heinkel's hand, stuffed full of delicious food.
"Whoaaa!!!! Master~ what's all this~?"
Charlotte was thrilled just to have food, but Heinkel panicked at her instinctive burst of charm.
"Kh... khm... uh... j-just grabbed it on the way!"
'Old man speech patterns from ages ago, huh...'
"Yessir~ thanks for the grub~"
One bag held boiled eggs, potatoes, and all sorts of fruits.
The other brimmed with generous slabs of fresh meat that looked mouthwateringly good.
Blood coated the knife in his other hand, but Charlotte was too fixated on the food to notice.
"But what's this 'last supper' talk?"
She fished out a boiled egg from the bag—still in his hand—and chomped away as she asked.
"They're due any minute now... This spot's no good for a fight. Terrain sucks.
"I've scouted a place outside the city. We'll repel the pursuit there once.
"And before we go, I've got something for you—look forward to it!"
-chomp chomp. Crunch crunch.-
"........."
Seeing his disciple scarfing it down without even listening to the answer, Heinkel got pissed and flicked her forehead.
-thwack!
"Ow!"
Charlotte shot him an aggrieved look, but she knew she'd messed up and hurriedly swallowed.
-gulp!
"Khm... so what'd you say, Master?"
"Sigh... If you're done stuffing your face, follow me, disciple. I've got something to show you."
With that, Heinkel tapped around the shack's corner floor like he was searching for something, then boom—stomped right through it.
Below lay a tiny basement room.
"Follow me."
-step... step...
The underground space was pitch black, but when Heinkel flipped the mana stone lamp switch on the wall, light flooded in, revealing everything.
A badass-looking ancient suit of armor sat on display next to its matching sword rack. In the corner, shabbier armors and blades lay scattered about.
Smack in the center, a shelf held a single worn-out book that screamed "important."
"This armor and sword are mine. Grab any junk from over there and suit up."
Heinkel claimed the prime set, naturally.
Charlotte rummaged through the pile for ages before finding something that sorta fit.
"Is... is this how you wear it?"
"Kekeke... yeah, that's right for you. Hahaha!"
Charlotte's massive tits made flesh spill everywhere. She looked like a hooker cosplaying as a knight, but what could she do?
Heinkel, meanwhile, donned some wickedly cool but heavily battered plate mail—like something a dungeon death knight would wear.
"But... who was the original owner of your armor...?"
Sometimes ignorance is bliss. No doubt some woman he'd fucked to death.
"Enough chit-chat! Check this out."
Heinkel pointed to the worn book in the center.
"Put your hand on the book and circulate your mana. No need to release it—just gather it in your palm."
Charlotte placed her hand on the book and circulated her mana.
The book went whoosh—and vanished.
"...Huh? Where'd it go?"
"Hahaha, no worries. Just think 'bring out the book' in your head."
Suddenly, the book materialized in front of her, floating in midair.
"Ooo!!! What is this? Don't tell me... inventory?"
"Disciple... cut the nonsense and open the book. It's the only thing that can vanish like that anyway."
"Fiiine..."
The book's contents were...
"Huh? Some kinda manga?"
A feast of flesh tones exploded across the pages. Unlike the beat-up cover, the inside was pristine.
Most of it consisted of nude shots of an insanely beautiful black-haired woman from every angle.
And high-quality illustrations depicted her getting railed by men in all sorts of positions.
'Ooh la la... you kept this gem all to yourself? This is heirloom-worthy...'
Charlotte was purely admiring another woman's body. Not quite as stacked as hers, but those voluptuous tits and hips, that sleek, seductive mature beauty vibe—perfection.
"Khm... Disciple, that woman is the first Lust Demon, Lady Lucia."
".......Say what? You can just preserve the first Lust Demon like some porn star? And she was a chick?"
"Indeed... Circulate mana on the book, and it'll show you every mana circulation method and training technique for the Lust Arts."
-woong-
"Ooooh!! I see it! It's showing!!"
The page she'd opened at random showed Lucia getting double-stuffed in both holes by a guy.
Circulating mana made the mana circulation paths she'd mastered appear transparently right over it—and moving.
Not some loop, either. It felt like actual video playback.
Keep watching, and the guys in the drawing creampied both holes. Lucia's eyes rolled back, her waist and ass shuddering wildly. She climaxed hard.
"Ooh la la... oh... she okayed this? No sound tho... slurp..."
Blown away by peak medieval porn, Charlotte lost her shit.
"Of course. Truth is, most of today's Lust Arts are made for women. Check the last page for sound... khm."
"Kya~ this is porn!!! This is sex!!!!"
After testing a few more times, Charlotte watched Lucia's various pounding scenes and heard her melt into sultry moans.
"So... what's her level at?"
Heinkel stroked his chin, hemming and hawing before speaking.
"That lady... she became a god..."
"What the...?"
"Sucked up insane amounts of male essence to hit Grand Master in fifty years. Two hundred years later, she absorbed the demon god that descended to the earth and took its throne."
"Grand... Master? Demon... god?"
Charlotte reeled at the sheer scale.
"That's what they call her now:
Goddess of Lust, Asmodeus."
In the lord's meeting room of Lucea.
The count groveled before the mana communication orb, thanking profusely.
"Tha... thank you for the aid. Uh... any word on numbers and arrival date...? Y-yesss?"
The count bolted out, rallying all his soldiers and the mercenaries he'd scraped together.
Charlotte had wolfed down every scrap of meat Heinkel brought. She was fully geared up and ready to roll.
Book, armor, and all the essentials—check.
"But I can't fight anyway, right?"
She clutched a short sword, sure, but with Sword Users about to go berserk, what could an untrained Mana User even do?
Step up stupidly and catch a Sword Aura to the gut? Troll's Regeneration or not, she'd be bisected and donezo.
"You're fine. You'll just play the hostage. Here."
He jammed a yellow straw sack over her head—plunk!
Holes let her see ahead, but it was hella uncomfortable.
"No way, this is too stuffy..."
"Oi, hold still!!"
Heinkel scooped her up like a sack and bolted.
"Kyaaaa!!!"
"Ah! But won't this sack ruin the hostage act?"
-rip! Rip!
Heinkel shredded most of her armor—saving only the bare-minimum privates coverage.
Basically, her tits were barely contained.
"Kyaaak!!! Nooo! Then why make me wear it at all!!!"
"Better than buck naked! Hahaha!"
Heinkel hit the slum's edge in no time, spotting the enemy troops encircling thick as thieves. He charged right in.
"E-enemy!!!"
The soldiers freaked and scrambled to react, but—
-whoosh~ slice!
Heinkel Sword Master-cosplayed with sword aura, cleaving the front line in half.
"S-Sword Master!!! Run!!!"
The rank-and-file soldiers shit bricks and fled.
"Kekeke, see that, disciple? That's your master."
".......Bit of a showboat."
"Haha! Master just the Lust Arts from that manual, and you'll pull this off easy! Haha!"
Feeling cocky, Heinkel smacked Charlotte's perky ass cheeks.
With most armor gone, her near-naked butt jiggled to the rhythm of his palms.
"Eek! Wha... what're you doing?!"
"Shh! Nail the hostage act. That's how they hesitate to skewer you!"
He kept groping and teasing her ass as he reached the city gate.
And there stood—
"Long time no see, Heinkel..."
He growled, barely containing his rage.
"...Yeah. Long time, Rian...
"Or should I say... Raven Count now?"
Forty years of bad blood collided head-on.