Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: EP 2. Stone Mountain - Reversal Curse (Lena Brainwashing Corruption BAD END) (2)
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A week had passed since the commotion at the mansion.
A lot had happened in that time.
First off, I had been promoted from maid to the master's personal bodyguard and advisor.
Millia had returned to the church to draft a report for the order while reorganizing their internal structure.
She planned to boot out all the existing male priests, along with any ugly or elderly nuns, and replace them with the master's loyal servants.
"People lacking true faith are unnecessary."
Those were Millia's words in our conversation right before she left.
"Once the work is done, I plan to swap out the church's interior statues for ones modeled after the master. It's a shame I can't serve at his side, but I'll find some comfort in that, at least."
"That's a great idea."
I suddenly recalled the time Millia had shown up at the mansion.
She had sensed the unnatural atmosphere and suggested we sneak out together.
I pretended to agree, luring her straight to the master.
Millia resisted at first, but it was pointless. In the end, she recognized the master's greatness and chose to serve him of her own volition.
That mirror reverses its target's nature completely. Millia had been kind-hearted and devout, so her transformation was all the more dramatic.
Now, she stood there with all sorts of blasphemous phrases etched across her body, clad in a shameless, lewdly modified nun's habit.
It was a direct violation of Holy Church doctrine, which teaches women to prize chastity and purity above all.
But if anything, that only made the new Millia revel in it all the more.
"The moment I get back, I'll spray pussy juice all over the statues and piss everywhere. Just thinking about it sends shivers down my spine."
"Don't make it too obvious. You're still the devout bishop, after all."
"Of course. I'll use the piss stench as an excuse to purge the old priests. We can't just leave the statues filthy like that, now can we?"
"Brilliant idea."
After Millia left, I headed next to the pigsty.
Another maid must have already stopped by, because it was spotless and the feed troughs were full.
"Oink! Oiiink!"
A loud, boisterous squeal echoed from one corner of the sty.
It was theatrical, almost comically exaggerated.
The source was a woman with her arms and legs bound tightly in restraints, a blindfold over her eyes, and a hook piercing her nose.
Lena.
Once my comrade, a heretic inquisitor with some real skill to her name.
Now, she served as a cum dump for the pigs' sexual urges.
Her pussy alone remained off-limits, sealed tight by a chastity belt.
With aphrodisiacs mixed into their feed, the pigs never stopped pounding her ass except when they slept.
The sty reeked more of pig semen than actual shit.
"Ooooink♥"
Lena shuddered violently, letting out a wail.
She must have climaxed.
Sure enough, her sagging belly sloshed as it took in another massive load.
I'd heard pigs ejaculate huge amounts in a single go.
Proof was in Lena herself—she'd taken loads from several pigs, leaving her crotch, thighs, and the space under her legs crusted yellow with dried cum.
"Oink♥ Oink♥"
A long, thin pig cock twisted out of her ass with a wet pop, and Lena immediately shook her hips enticingly for the next one.
I opened the sty gate and kicked away the pigs charging at her ass.
"Oink?"
Sensing my presence, Lena turned her head my way.
"Lena. I came to see you."
"Oink...?!"
She cowered in fear.
The mirror's reversal had turned her into a complete coward. And there were other reasons she feared me, too.
I'd drop by whenever I was bored to kick her around or torment her.
She almost looked pitiful now. Not that she didn't deserve it for daring to attack the master.
I removed her blindfold and nose hook.
Her eyes squinted against the sudden light, and she flailed in confusion. Only after a long moment did she calm down, pressing her belly flat to the ground as she prostrated herself.
"Oink... oink...."
"Speak like a human, Lena. We can't have a conversation with those ridiculous squeals."
"Y-yes... yes...!"
As she bowed low, a pig approached from behind, eyeing her dripping ass.
"Annoying."
I booted the pig away, and Lena yelped in surprise—"Eek?!"—before pleading.
"Please don't kick Donar! He's a good one. He moves slow and gentle when he uses my ass so it doesn't hurt."
"You even named it?"
"Yes. All of them here. The master paired us... they're my husbands now."
Lena blushed shyly as she spoke.
True to her words, the master had ordered her to become the pigs' bride.
I didn't know how it started, but she seemed perfectly adapted now.
The moans she'd let out earlier while getting fucked made that clear—she sounded utterly blissful.
"You suit it well. Anyway, the master wants to see you."
"What? Th-the master?"
Lena's eyes shook wildly.
She looked deeply rattled. Overjoyed, yet terrified at the same time.
"Y-you're... lying, right? Trying to trick me again... The master would never call for someone like me..."
No one felt more intensely about the master than Lena.
The hatred she'd harbored before the reversal was the deepest of all, so once flipped, her love and worship burned the hottest.
The heretic inquisitor who had sworn never to submit that night hadn't lasted even a day before kneeling and begging before the master.
To earn his forgiveness and attention, she'd debased herself however he commanded.
One moment, naked and spreading her pussy wide, she'd shake her ass in a desperate mating dance. The next, she'd piss all over a symbol of the god she'd served, then stuff the soaked thing up her ass and hump it wildly.
She'd even reenacted her arrogant self from that fateful night—charging at the master boldly, only to get beaten down and admit defeat in pathetic defeat.
But despite all her pitiful efforts, she never earned his forgiveness.
The master had simply lost interest and shipped her off here.
His judgment proved right once again. She fit perfectly here—and she was happy, too.
"Why would I bother tricking you? You're not even worth it anymore. It's real, so hurry up and come."
"R-really?! Ehehe... Finally... finally... Ow, hold on!"
In the midst of her joy, a pig approached, and she shoved it away irritably with her body.
"Scram, you pig bastards! I'm the master's now!"
"Harsh on your husbands."
"Not anymore! I'm getting forgiven and joining the harem. I'll do anything to serve the master again."
The traitorous heretic inquisitor declared confidently, pig cum dripping from her ass.
The new Lena was even more entertaining than before.
Another gift from the master's grace.
"Good luck, then."
I removed her chastity belt and restraints first, then took her to the bath to clean up.
Walking on two legs felt awkward after so long; she kept lagging behind.
I made her crawl on all fours instead, and she sped right up.
After scrubbing her hair and body with soap suds, I grabbed a brush to clean her ass, still oozing pig cum.
"Ohoho♥ Eheheeeek♥ My... my ass♥ It's getting tugged out♥"
Her well-used ass, fucked hundreds of times over the past week, gaped wide and eagerly swallowed the brush.
Her body was tough enough that even vigorous scrubbing didn't faze it.
If anything, she loved it—pussy juice drooling out as she wailed like a sow in heat, face twisted in ecstasy.
Once it was clean enough, I pulled her from the bath and dressed her.
"Wh-what's... this...?"
Lena's eyes went wide as she stared at the items before her.
It was her old armor.
Complete with sword.
"Put it on."
She glanced warily at me but donned the armor.
In it, Lena cut an impressive figure. Even if inside, her ass was looser than her legs were steady, reeking faintly of pig cum—a "virgin" turned whore with hundreds of orgasms under her belt.
I led her to the grand hall, used for audiences.
Crowds had gathered: nobles, commoners, visiting officials.
Exposed to all those eyes, Lena flinched and froze. I kicked her shin from behind to urge her on.
"Heretic Inquisitor Lena."
The master, standing tall beside the Lord's seat, raised his voice.
"Based on your testimony, I dispatched soldiers to capture two black mages hiding in the city. They carried artifacts infused with foul magic. Had we been too late, it could have engulfed the entire city. Thus, in my thanks to my boundless mercy, I have chosen to overlook the unfortunate incident you caused during your duties. You are free once more. And the fate of these two wicked villains is yours to decide."
The master pointed to the two men in the center, limbs bound, gagged, and forced to kneel.
Lena hesitated.
She probably recognized them.
She'd crossed paths with them at the church often enough.
She knew better than anyone they were innocent. But innocence didn't matter—you could pin crimes on anyone. Besides, those two lacked the connections or power to clear their names.
"You know what the master wants, right?"
I whispered from behind.
Lena paused, then gripped her sword tighter.
She approached the trembling pair on their knees and raised her blade high.
Then brought it down.
Splat. Splaaat.
With a gruesome sound, and their breaths stopped.
The onlookers recoiled in horror at the merciless verdict, squeezing their eyes shut.
"Summary execution. Does that work for you?"
The master asked with a sly grin.
Lena, clutching her bloodied sword, caught her breath before murmuring softly.
"...God will judge."
Then she dropped to her knees and looked up at the master.
"I wish to apologize here and now for all the wrongs and insolence born of my misjudgment and misunderstanding. Chief Steward, you are the most just soul on this earth, righteous and merciful, possessed of boundless magnanimity. Please forgive this foolish, worthless servant of God...!"
The new Lena was a touch cunning.
And the master seemed pleased with her.
"Of course."
"Thank you...!"
That night.
A new face joined the harem after a long while.
It was Lena, of course.
Partially shed of her armor, she strode to the banquet hall's center with heavy, booted footsteps, approaching the master's side.
Once beneath his throne, she prostrated herself on hands and knees, crawling the final stretch.
And kissed his shoe.
"Heretic Inquisitor Lena."
At his call, she slowly lifted her head to gaze up at him.
"Tell me who you are."
"Yes, sir!"
Lena spread her legs wide in salute and bellowed.
"I am the master's tool, his obedient slave—his sword and shield. An apostle and fervent worshiper who serves only the holy Fabian, a flesh toilet, a plaything, a disposable mount. Please command and use me as you will!"
She must have practiced hard for this moment.
There were no stumbles in such a long speech.
Did her effort pay off? The master looked satisfied and stroked her head.
"Haa... haaaaah♥"
For we slaves, branded with the curse of submission in our souls, the master's reward was a happiness beyond price.
Perhaps because of that—her first time being so overwhelmingly intense—Lena lost control right there and pissed herself.
"I-I soiled myself! I'll lick it up with my mouth-pussy right away and clean it all!"
She flailed in panic.
"It's fine. We can just swap the carpet for a new one."
"M-master...!"
Deeply moved, Lena buried her face in her hands and began to sob.
"All my past rudeness... my offenses against you... I truly, truly repent...!"
"I know. I can feel it in your actions."
"Ahh... Finally... I have no regrets, even in death...!"
The master approached the weeping Lena, grabbed her legs, hoisted them up, and pulled her into his lap as he sat on the throne.
"M-master...?"
"I can't have you dying yet. You have much left to do for me."
"Yes! Just give the order! Lena is your tool! I'll gladly kill anyone, betray anyone, blaspheme any god! The only god Lena serves and worships is you, master!"
"Good answer."
Satisfied, the master slid his cock into her pussy.
Her soaked hole parted smoothly, welcoming his massive shaft inside.
Hundreds of times raped in the sty, yet she'd guarded her virginity—now lost with a faint pop and a trickle of virgin blood.
"Hnnngh...♥ Master♥ Fabian♥ Fabiaaaan♥"
Lena rocked her hips in time with his movements.
Inexperienced but earnest, like a novice priest reciting prayers for the first time.
"What do you think of the church order?"
The master whispered the question as he thrust into her.
"Hah...♥ The order...! Heretics who slandered you...! Kill them all...! The Seer, the High Bishop—everyone!"
Lena spat her furious reply.
"Right you are. But the time isn't ripe yet. Return to them and file a false report. Come back periodically to brief me on their movements. Use meeting Millia as your excuse."
"Yes! Master! I'll do exactly that!"
Lena answered vigorously through her moans.
"Good. Do the job well, and I'll fuck your pussy every time you return."
"Haahk♥ Pussy♥ I won't disappoint you, master...!"
And shortly after.
I went to see Lena off as she prepared to depart.
"Lia?"
"Figured I'd say goodbye since we won't see each other for a while."
"You are worried about me? After tormenting me so much?"
"It's water under the bridge, right? We're comrades again now. Like before."
Lena chuckled, reminiscing about the old days.
"True enough. Honestly, I'm grateful to you. Thanks to you, I get to serve someone truly worthy of worship."
"I'm glad to hear it. But you're heading out like that?"
I eyed her outfit—less armor, more the skimpy getup of a themed whore.
"Just until midway. It's armor the master bestowed on me. These tattoos, this ass plug—they're treasures to me. I'll change before reaching the capital, though. The heretics there would scorn the master's gifts."
She gnashed her teeth at the end.
"One day, I'll make true faith bloom in this land. So everyone serves the master. Don't slack off till then—you have to protect him."
"Obviously."
"Then I'll count on you."
Lena flashed a grin, mounted her horse, and rode off.
She looked just like the old Lena.
A devout, reliable heretic inquisitor.
"Safe travels, knight of us all."
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