Holy Sword's Dream and Buff (2)
Holy Sword's Dream and Buff (2)
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The room Kate had shown me to was tidier than I expected, perhaps because it was meant for guests.
Come to think of it, the meal we'd shared seemed like it had taken quite a bit of effort too. I could tell by the way Reni kept sighing and glancing around nervously.
Well, once I settled the magic stone accounts and set aside Reni's share, she'd figure it out. So I organized what I needed to do tomorrow and lay down to sleep...
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It was that space again, pure white in all directions.
Yoo-jin stared in disbelief. The last time the Holy Sword had used the dream skill, she had consumed 80 Divine Power. He’d left her only 50 today, yet here he was again. Despite acting carefully, he must have missed something—or the Holy Sword was hiding something.
Either way, he did not want to experience the sensation of a blade digging between his thighs ever again. Even if there was no real damage, the chilling feeling it gave him left him in a foul mood.
"Sniff... uuuh..."
Th-this bitch, she was right in front of me! Don't tell me I was gonna go through that shit again today?!
"Sniff... sniff..."
The Holy Sword seemed too busy sniffling to pay Yoo-jin any attention. In that case, he might as well ask. There was no reason to ignore her when she was right in front of him.
"Hey."
"Sniff... what... sniff..."
"Are you gonna stab me with your blade again?"
The Holy Sword shrieked, acting as if she was bursting with frustration because she couldn't stab a person.
"I can't! Because you barely left any Divine Power, I can't do it!"
Hmm. Apparently, that nut-busting skill consumed Divine Power separately. That made sense, considering it had left a log in reality.
"Sniff... uuuh..."
Still, seeing her cry made Yoo-jin feel a little guilty—about as guilty as he felt when doing something mean to a virtual anime girl through a monitor.
Meaning he barely felt any at all.
To begin with, the world inside dreams gave off a strange feeling more like playing a VR game than something real. Talk about fixing the Holy Sword's habits or whatever—that was only possible because of this lack of realism. Yoo-jin didn't have a cruel enough heart to be a true villain.
Feeling guilt prick at one corner of his heart, Yoo-jin spoke.
"Hey, strip."
Yoo-jin's words and deeds were so anti-human and vicious that even a savior would give up on redeeming him. Why on earth the Goddess had granted Divine Power to such a human was beyond comprehension. His very existence was a blasphemy against the sacred.
"Wh-why?"
"There's something I want to test on you. And once I'm done, I'll do whatever you want."
"Ptui."
Th-this damn brat. She immediately stopped crying and spat on the ground. Had she been pretending to cry?!
"Who'd strip for a bastard like you? The only one who gets to see my body is the Hero!"
"What? Hero?"
At the unexpected word, Yoo-jin found himself utterly stunned. This girl—she was a sword but she had a type?
"Yes! The Hero who will one day defeat the Evil God and bring peace to the world!"
"What? Defeat the Evil God?"
As long as I had my hands on her, a thing like that would absolutely never happen.
Yoo-jin had no intention of going anywhere near something truly dangerous. Whether Yoo-jin cared or not, the Holy Sword began rambling on her own.
"Yes! I'm going to meet the Hero! The Hero who will defeat all the Four Heavenly Kings, then destroy the Evil God of the Stars, and become the savior of the world! I'll be with him! And when everything is over... the Hero will make a wish to the Goddess as a reward for saving the world. And that wish will be... to create a human body for me...."
"What? Human?"
The Holy Sword closed her eyes, placed a hand on her chest, and spun around in circles. It was an absolute performance. In the middle of it, that short dress fluttered, revealing glimpses of what was underneath—which was nothing short of obscene.
"Yes! A human body! Of course, along the way, country bumpkin village girls with big tits, incompetent wizards with nothing but big tits, and female warriors with uselessly gigantic tits might cling to him, but the Hero will only look at me. So I need a body to repay him for that... and the Hero, having figured this out, will use his wish for me!"
"Is that so..."
"Especially the part where he figures it out without me even telling him—that's important!"
"Amazing."
'What a load of crap.'
I hid my true feelings and just played along. For a girl with a sophisticated appearance, she was spouting such cliché nonsense that the gap was highly amusing.
"Anyway, that's how we end up wanting each other more than anything! And after that..."
"After that?"
Because I kept giving her cues, the Holy Sword babbled on happily.
"So after that, I'll live together with the Hero... and someday... the Hero will grow old... and in the end, we'll be buried together. Sniff... uuuh... sniff... so sad... but..."
"But?"
Looking at her face, she wore an expression so holy and free of regret, as if she'd already lived out her entire sword-life.
"But then an angel descends from the heavens. 'O Hero, O Holy Sword, in reward for your devotion and love for the world, the Goddess has granted you both a place in the lofty heavens.' And so..."
"And so?"
"And so, the Hero and I ascend to the heavens together! And then we live happily ever after in paradise."
"Really?"
"Yes! So no one can touch me except the Hero!"
What era’s Hero was she waiting for?
A Hero from thirty or forty years ago might have been like that, but no such Heroes existed anymore. Perhaps being sealed away had left her ignorant of current trends. These days, selfish Heroes who ‘lived for themselves’ were in fashion. It was unfortunate, but I had to teach her how the world really worked. It might be harsh, but it couldn’t be helped...
"But I am a Hero?"
Every Awakened Summoned Person counted as a Hero, which made me one too.
"What? The likes of you?"
The Holy Sword snorted.
"Don't make me laugh."
"If I weren't a Hero, how could I have drawn you out? Don't you have some kind of ability to check for a Hero yourself? Aren't you a Holy Sword? Check me."
The Holy Sword glared at Yoo-jin with suspicious eyes.
[Checking Holy Sword...]
[The Holy Sword is horrified.]
The Holy Sword looked as if her eyes were about to pop out. She barely managed to open her mouth while her jaw trembled. Was it that much of a shock for her to make that kind of face? If she hated it that much, even my feelings were a little hurt...
"No... this can't be... this can't be happening...."
"Accept it... that I am the Hero... kuhkuhk...."
Regardless of Yoo-jin's true feelings, that laugh was so despicable that even the lowest-grade demon would call it vulgar. Seeing that laugh, the Holy Sword screamed. It was an agonized wail so heart-wrenching that even an uninvolved person would shed a tear without thinking.
"This can't be... my... my Hero isn't like this!!! No!!!!!"
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"My hero wouldn't do that!!!!!"
"Kekekek..."
Letting out a laugh that even a street thug would call sleazy, Yoo-jin approached the Holy Sword. His fingers, squirming as if he had already violated her body, were utterly repulsive.
"Now, hand over that body, nice and quiet."
Like Munch's The Scream, the Holy Sword pressed both hands to her cheeks and let out a shriek.
"No.. no.. nooooo!!!!! Goddess! Please!"
"Your Goddess isn't here anymore! She only lives in your heart! She isn't going to help you!"
"Please! Seal me away again! What kind of reality is this!!!! It can't be!!!!!"
"This isn't even reality to begin with! How are you whining about reality when you're in a dream?! Just hand over your body!"
Now, the Holy Sword simply lay flat on her back, flailing her arms and legs around. Despite having a decent body and face, her actions were no better than a brat's. And this was a girl whose sword-life alone should've spanned hundreds of years.
"No... no... nononono!!! No!!!!! Give me back my Hero!!!!!!"
Yoo-jin settled down near the feet of the thrashing Holy Sword.
'This girl. I wonder if that part of her is actually made like a human's? Let's see...'
"Aack! Ack! Aaaaaack!!!!!!"
….
After screaming for a long time, the Holy Sword finally began playing dead with vacant eyes. He still couldn’t check what was below, because despite being an inanimate object, she had the nerve to be wearing underwear.
"You done?"
"I don't know... just do whatever you want now..."
Although it was virtual reality, seeing a pretty girl make such a huge fuss still bothered Yoo-jin a bit.
"For an AI, you act pretty damn human."
"...What’s an AI?"
"An artificial... pseudo-life-form made by humans. Kind of like you."
"I wasn't made by humans! The Goddess herself gave me life, I'll have you know!"
"Hmm... so that's why your personality is such a complete mess. Stabbing people and all. That petty, narrow-minded... just the kind of thing you'd expect from a servant of that Goddess."
"Don't insult the Goddess!!!!"
Yoo-jin spilled the thoughts in his mind without any filter. Of course, he didn't usually filter his words much anyway, but he was even more uninhibited in front of the Holy Sword.
"...."
The Holy Sword looked miserable, with her limbs carelessly splayed and her hair tangled. Yet the dress, half stripped away during her tantrum, and her shapely body gave her a depraved allure.
‘Hmm... she did have a reasonably arousing body. I might as well try. I would turn this Holy Sword (聖劍) into a Sex Sword (性劍)... heh.’
Yoo-jin was giggling happily, completely unaware that his level of wordplay had dropped to match the Goddess's. He was that pathetic.
"..."
Without hesitation, Yoo-jin reached out and fondled the Holy Sword’s chest. It was something he could never have imagined doing in reality. Then again, she was an AI in a virtual world rather than a real person, so he felt no reluctance.
"...Is that fun?"
The Holy Sword stared at Yoo-jin with an expression that said nothing could be more pathetic.
"Who knows..."
He fondled the Holy Sword, but perhaps because it was a dream, the sensation was difficult to describe. Compared with how arousing she looked, the tactile feedback was almost nonexistent. It was disappointing.
But that aside, when he kept fondling her and the Holy Sword showed no reaction at all, Yoo-jin's pride was a little wounded.
'Can I use my skills?'
「Touch of Pleasure」, 「Sensitivity Enhancement」
'It works.'
Even though it was a dream, the system window was still accessible. Did virtual reality count as reality? Considering the time he had nearly been castrated, at least the system was consistent.
Grope, grope.
The Holy Sword still didn't budge.
'Why isn't it working?'
「Touch of Pleasure」, 「Sensitivity Enhancement」,「Touch of Pleasure」, 「Sensitivity Enhancement」,「Touch of Pleasure」, 「Sensitivity Enhancement」...
For a while, the Holy Sword just stared vacantly at what Yoo-jin was doing. Still no reaction.
....No. Looking closely, there was a faint blush on her face. She wasn't unresponsive; she was just acting expressionless.
In that case...
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The Holy Sword lay with her limbs carelessly splayed. She allowed Yoo-jin to touch her body, but she clearly had no intention of cooperating. In that case...
Yoo-jin sat down beside the Holy Sword so he could take in her whole body at a glance.
The Holy Sword's breasts were just about the right size to fit perfectly in his palms. A little on the modest side. So that was what she'd been going on about with the big breasts earlier—she must have been unhappy with these. For an AI, couldn't she customize her own body?
That aside, the Holy Sword’s breasts were not merely decent; they were beautiful. They were a little small, but remarkably well balanced. Even knowing this was a dream, he could not help becoming interested.
"Hey."
While monotonously fondling her chest, he spoke to the Holy Sword. There were many things he wanted to ask her, and since she was the type to say only what she wanted, it would be hard to get answers unless she was drained like this.
"...What...."
"Do you hate me that much?"
"Hmph... it's not even about... hate or anything... because if I... don't accept you, that's the end of it..."
"Hmm..."
Knead, knead. The Holy Sword’s breathing gradually grew ragged. It seemed the effect of the skill he’d used earlier was only now taking hold.
"Haa... haa... hooo... something's... weird.... Haa..."
Perhaps it was because he kept touching her steadily. Even without any special technique, the Holy Sword’s breathing grew rougher.
"Hooo... ugh...!"
As he continued fondling her chest, the Holy Sword's dazed brow slowly furrowed, until finally she glared at Yoo-jin as if she wanted to kill him.
"Bear with it a little. I'm not in the habit of doing this with someone—something? Anyway, with anyone who hates me. It would be a waste of time."
"...Hmph...."
The only reason he was even messing around with the Holy Sword like this was because Reni wasn't beside him. Why should he have to waste his time on something that didn't want him? The reward was crap too. The sensation in the dream was nothing but vague.
"Haa... th-then... why don't you just... finish it already.... Hooo..."
He couldn't stop yet. Yoo-jin had become stubborn about it. At the very least, he felt he had to make her climax once before he would be satisfied. Testing the buff had become an afterthought, but that no longer mattered.