Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Valua Count's Territory (1)
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-Before Heinkel Died
Even as she fled, Charlotte's heart was a whirlwind of unease.
'Phew... What is it? What's with this nagging feeling?'
From Charlotte's perspective, Heinkel was a merciless psychopath rapist. There was absolutely no reason for her to feel any pity for him.
'Don't think about it. First, I need to escape.'
Pursuit teams could arrive the moment Heinkel died. Even without a Sword Master, the brothel guards and mercenaries dispatched from Lucea City would hunt her down.
She had to keep widening the gap in the meantime.
As she ran with that thought, an enormous surge of mana erupted from behind her. It was so immense that Charlotte, a Mana User, could sense it from hundreds of meters away.
Fortune favored her; she was ascending a high ridge, giving her a clear view of the catastrophe unfolding below.
A crimson-black sword aura, roughly five meters tall, tore through the earth and cleaved the Lucea City gates in two.
It carved a third of the way into the city before halting.
Looking skyward, she saw the clouds parted asunder.
The straight, deep crater gouged into the ground met the rent in the clouds at the horizon, evoking the sensation of the world itself being bisected.
Do you know cosmic horror? That profound powerlessness and terror from beholding something cosmic beyond human defiance.
That's exactly what Charlotte felt now. This... was human? This was my master????
Her assessment of Heinkel shot straight upward.
She stood there, dazed for several minutes, before snapping out of it with an "Ah, right" and turning on her heel.
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-Meanwhile, Theodore Duke
He broke into a cold sweat as he watched Heinkel's self-destruction.
'That attack just now—if it'd been aimed at me, high chance I'd be dead. Even if I got lucky, it'd be severe injuries with limbs severed.'
No intelligence on this...
What the hell? Was the king trying to kill me?'
The Luminus Kingdom was locked in a standoff between the king's faction and the nobles' faction, with Theodore Duke as the linchpin of the latter.
The reason he'd come here was precisely for scenarios like this: a Sword Master-level disaster where the king's command could mobilize him.
'Phew... Must've been the king's faction in the intel department... We're screwed...'
Theodore tore a large parchment from an even smaller pouch and vanished on the spot.
Had Charlotte seen it, she'd have squealed, "Ooh! Subspace pouch!!! Ooh! Recall scroll!!! "
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-Meanwhile, in the City
When Heinkel fled, knights and mercenaries had tailed him following Rian.
Just as they neared the gates, the crimson-black sword aura engulfed them, sweeping everything away.
Sword Users, Mana Users, civilians, buildings—none were spared; all were shredded. The surroundings were blasted apart by the shockwave.
After the sword aura passed...
What remained was a scene of devastation. Thousands of city residents dead in an instant, and with the injured, the toll neared ten thousand.
Troops clustered at the gates amplified the casualties.
At least the overall commander, Lucea Count, had survived.
"Move all the injured here!!! Separate the critical cases!!! Priests! Where the hell are the priests?!"
In the chaos, Charlotte was naturally forgotten.
By everyone except one...
"Madam, I'm going to find Charlotte."
It was Jack, the brothel's stern-faced bald guard captain.
"Sigh... No point sticking around here anyway... Fine, you planning to bring her back?"
The Madam spoke through heavy drags on her cigarette, clearly frustrated.
"No. I'll keep her with me for life."
Jack uttered words that would horrify Charlotte if she heard them.
"Sigh... Alright. Thanks for everything. You know there's no severance pay, right?"
"Thank you." Jack bowed and departed.
-Hanson
Word later was that guard captain Hanson had smashed his head hard against the ramparts, leaving his mind addled.
Whenever he spotted a woman with a big ass, he'd yank up her skirt, forcibly strip her panties, bury his face deep in her cheeks, and rub furiously.
"Kaaaaah!!!"
"This isn't the ass... That ass... I have to find that ass..."
He roamed the city hunting women's asses until they finally dragged him to jail.
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Charlotte climbed and descended the mountain paths without pause.
Circulating mana confirmed it: her already solid stamina had turned to steel.
She fled like a madwoman all day until nightfall, when darkness forced her to rest.
"Huff... huff... This far, no ordinary pursuer could catch up, right?"
"But now what?!"
How much camping had a modern person like her done? A bit in the military, maybe watched YouTube tutorials.
No gear here, though.
'Just sleep... What could go wrong?'
No food, no bedding—she just clambered up a massive tree and leaned against it to sleep.
'Haa... Running away is hell. Who knew I'd miss that shack.'
Thus, Charlotte's first day on the run drew to a close.
-Day 2
Mountains everywhere she looked.
Wild animals appeared occasionally, but she ignored them—she couldn't dress or cook them anyway. No fire-starting skills either.
Heinkel had said northeast; she hoped she was on track.
Meals were fruits. Her stomach ached—poison, maybe?—but it healed fast!
Emboldened, she devoured every mushroom and fruit in sight.
Her body went numb, paralyzed.
No more mushrooms.
Day 2 faded.
-Day 3
Thankfully, her body moved again.
Troll's Regeneration handled injuries but not nerve paralysis, apparently.
Or maybe it was potent poison taking time.
Caught paralyzed by goblins or bandits? She'd be helplessly impaled on massive cocks, creampied blissfully as an moaning onahole...
-Slap
Charlotte slapped her own cheek.
'Wha... What kind of fantasy was that...? Pent-up lust...?'
'No way. I was a guy before; these thoughts are normal, right?'
That night...
"Haaang!! Haaang!!!"
Charlotte masturbated atop a bed of leaves. Her fantasy fuel: the inaugural Lust Demon, Lucia.
The video showed Lucia bound hand and foot, "haang-haang"-ing on a massive orc cock.
Skipping mana training, she watched porn, one hand on her pussy, the other kneading her breasts, climaxing shamefully.
"Huuuuuk! .......
Ah... It's lacking... Not this sensation... Not the head-exploding, body-shaking-out-of-control ecstasy!!!!"
Charlotte longed for Heinkel's cock.
"Anything long and hard around...?"
She wandered seeking a big dick.
A branch? Thorns kept pricking her folds, no matter how she whittled it blunt.
"Agh!! Fuck!!! It just hurts!!!"
All her time spent extracting thorns.
"Fuck... Cucumber... Zucchini... Carrot..."
Unfortunately, Charlotte couldn't identify wild veggies—useless for toys.
Exhausted from hand-relief, she slept.
Day 4
Charlotte was losing her mind.
'Haak... haak... Why's my body like this?'
Her skin and face flushed red, pussy juices streaming, but masturbation brought no relief.
She craved a cock buried in her pussy, going insane. Legs trembled; walking was a struggle.
A side effect of Lust Arts.
Like Heinkel, Charlotte was doomed to sex obsession.
'Fuck... That rapist bastard didn't warn me!!'
Normally it'd take 7-10 days for milder heat, but Nymphomania amplified it.
The trait's mental effects had vanished with her possession; now the physical ones dominated.
On a man? Instant 100% rapist-maker trash trait.
No point blaming dead Heinkel.
"Hey!!! Anyone there!!!? Hot pussy here!!! Juicy wet pussy!!!!"
Words she'd never utter normally, but desperation ruled.
"Kaaaaak! Pound me right hereee!!"
She plopped down, shoved her panties aside, rubbed her pussy, and screamed.
Her outfit? Mostly stripped by Heinkel—perfect "bikini armor."
"Please, anyone, fuck meeeee!!!!"
Day 5
Charlotte had become a true madwoman.
Clothes gone; fully nude.
She found a dick-shaped rock and slammed down on it wildly.
-Peng! Peng! Peng!
Bouncing up and down, her massive ass cheeks jiggled furiously with each thrust.
The rock's slightly rough surface provided perfect stimulation.
"Huuuk!!!! Huut!!! Why... won't it calm downnn!!"
Lust Arts on a rock? Futile.
She rocked her hips all day until a small puddle formed around it.
That night...
"Phew... Calmed a bit, but it'll flare up soon...
Need to find people."
Day 6
Charlotte scarfed random forage while charging through the mountains.
She'd found clothes to wear—sort of—but naked or clothed, same difference.
The one perk? It kept her tits from bouncing too wildly.
On she climbed.
And finally—people! No, cock!!!!!!
Target: a shaggy, ragged rural youth looking like a woodcutter.
"Uh...?"
The woodcutter encountered a raving, half-naked beauty charging from the woods!
Damn, she's gorgeous!!
*Succubus it'd be worth dying for,* the male mind reasoned.
Charlotte flung herself into his arms—no kiss. Her stomach was still full, it seemed.
Anyway, he reciprocated; clothes shed in seconds, instincts guiding caresses to cock and pussy.
His dick was average, nothing special, but needs must.
They ground naked bodies together, biting and sucking everywhere (Charlotte defended her lips).
Naturally, Charlotte mounted below, woodcutter above; they slid together entranced.
Her flooded pussy squirted nectar on entry.
-Chigeok, chigeok, chigeok
His hips moved clumsily but instinctively bucked.
And Charlotte's first outdoor Lust Arts!
The effect was tremendous!
Premature as a virgin, he ejaculated and climaxed after 15 seconds.
-Chik!! Chijik!
"Hoooook!!!!" the woodcutter cried out.
Charlotte's expression turned ice-cold.
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