Chapter 30

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 30

Chapter Title: Side Episode 2. Necromancer's Slave (2)

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"Lia, where on earth did you go…!"

Lena roamed the misty dawn forest, desperately chasing after the faint traces Lia had left behind.

She finally reached a spot where bones were unnaturally scattered in all directions.

A strong residue of mana lingered in the air. The necromancer had clearly done something with this pile of bones.

"No way… did she get done in instead…?"

In the midst of it all, Lena spotted dried bloodstains clinging to the ground.

"No, that can't be…."

She shook her head vigorously, trying to suppress the rising unease creeping into her mind.

No one knew Lia's skills better than she did.

There's no way she'd go down that easily.

And then—

A presence stirred from beyond the trees. A familiar gait.

"Lia?!"

Lena's face lit up as she called out to her.

But when the figure emerged from the shadows, her expression froze in despair.

There stood Lia, unmistakably. It was too clear to deny.

Yet she bore no resemblance to the Lia Lena knew.

Her once vibrant, rosy skin had turned deathly pale, and her pure, passionate face now stared out with vacant, unfocused eyes, utterly soulless.

No matter how you looked at it, this was the husk of a reanimated corpse.

And from that form radiated a thick malice. A gag stuffed in her mouth, piercings stabbed into her delicate face like cruel brands, and she wore slutty, revealing clothes fit for the lowest whore.

Could you even call that an outfit? Her privates were fully exposed. It looked more like penal garb for a prisoner—clothing designed solely to constrict and humiliate.

Moreover, Lia's once-perfect body was now ruined: red welts from whippings crisscrossed her skin, and her belly was grotesquely swollen.

There was no way she'd gotten pregnant in such a short time. A faint glimpse of something plugged behind her suggested her gut had been forcibly stuffed full.

And to top it off, thick white fluid oozed stickily from both her front and back slits.

"Kuh…!"

Lena ground her teeth in fury.

Vivid images of the humiliations Lia must have endured flooded her mind.

Judging by her state, Lia had probably been brutally fucked in every hole right up until death—her pussy and ass ravaged, toyed with, and stabbed relentlessly before she was killed.

No, the sheer volume meant it wasn't just one load.

At least three or four times. And even after resurrection, she'd been fucked again and again.

That's how her pussy ended up foaming with that much cum—

Lena shook her head fiercely, snapping out of the fantasy.

This wasn't the time for such thoughts. She scolded herself.

First priority: grant Lia peace. Even in death, to suffer such defilement was too cruel.

But that meant ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠killing her.

She was already dead, but to end her once more, without leaving even a sliver of possibility.

"Ugh…♥"

Lia noticed Lena and mumbled something incomprehensible through her gag.

Then, with the whip gripped in her left hand, she lashed her own ass hard.

"Ahh…♥"

Lia shuddered in ecstasy before twisting her hips unnaturally and charging at Lena.

Her speed was monstrous.

"Ugh…!"

To move that fast with her belly so swollen.

Lena recoiled inwardly but reflexively dodged backward, evading the swung sword.

No. Assuming she was slower just because of her condition would be a mistake.

The current Lia was an undead. She ignored all bodily strain.

Lena recalled her training: pure martial classes become even more dangerous as undead. Far more troublesome than when alive.

"Orah!"

Lia roared through her gag and lunged again, unleashing a barrage of attacks.

"So fast…!"

Swift, powerful, and precise.

Lena quickly realized: this wasn't just simple revival. Some black magic had enhanced her.

A foul stench of black magic emanated from Lia's swollen lower belly. No way… was that a magic stone in there?

"Uah!"

Lia's full-force downward slash snapped Lena's sword.

The impact sent Lena flying far back, tumbling across the dirt.

Blood trickled from her forehead. A deep gash marred her armor. A little deeper, and it would've been fatal.

"Kuh…!"

Lena struggled to her feet.

Despite nearly dying, her mind was strangely calm. No— the opposite.

Her rage had grown so immense it surpassed the threshold.

When fury peaks, the mind clears. That was Lena now.

To do that to Lia.

Given her belly's state, multiple magic stones had been shoved inside. For someone untrained in mana like Lia, the strain of forced implantation would've been immense.

Her nerves must have been shredded in agony countless times.

"How dare you… to Lia… I’ll never forgive you!"

Tears welling, Lena shouted.

"[Advanced Undead Purification]!"

She thrust both arms toward Lia and chanted with all her might.

Holy light erupted from beneath Lia's feet, enveloping her.

"Gaaaaaaahhh!"

Lia writhed in agony.

The strap of her gag snapped loose and fell away.

"It hurts… it hurts, Lena…!"

Lia groaned in pain.

Lena froze for a moment.

But she shook her head firmly, steeling herself.

That undead was just mimicking Lia's voice.

She couldn't waver.

But.

"Lena… why are you doing this…? It hurts so much… please… why… why…?"

Lia collapsed, unable to endure. Reaching out to Lena with a twisted, pained face, she begged.

"You said… you'd help me…."

"Kuh…! No! You're not Lia!"

Unable to bear it, Lena squeezed her eyes shut and yelled.

"[Blade of Mana]!"

Suddenly, a chant echoed from behind.

Distracted, Lena reacted too late.

She barely dodged, but the flying blade grazed her arm, drawing blood.

"Kuh…!"

Her concentration broke.

"Lena."

A voice right in front of her.

Lena whipped around in shock.

And in that instant, an outstretched blade pierced her heart precisely.

"Ahk…!"

"Good… I like you, Lena. Together forever. Fo… forever."

Lia, blade embedded in Lena's heart, rolled her eyes wildly and mumbled disjointedly.

Like a broken phonograph spewing random contents.

"Fe…els good."

Lena lost consciousness and collapsed, her last sight Lia's vacant eyes shedding tears.

"[Corpse Revival]."

The necromancer chanted, pressing his staff to her forehead.

Green light bathed the corpse's head before sinking in and vanishing.

Lena's closed eyes opened.

"Rise, slave."

The necromancer commanded.

Lena stood at attention.

Drip—

Cum from her pre-death creampies leaked between her thighs, trailing down.

Not just her pussy—her ass oozed sloppily too.

Plop.

The branch jammed in her ass slipped out bit by bit and hit the ground.

Her ravaged, reddened hole, bloated with cum, spasmed, vomiting thick globs of semen and fluids.

"You and that bitch both—fucking hot bodies. Girls born with asses like that should just quietly serve cock for life."

The necromancer snarled, roughly groping Lena's tits.

"Ugh…."

Lena mumbled blankly, drool pooling from her slack mouth.

"Can't understand a word. Fine. I'll loosen your mind too. [Corpse Control: Brain Activation]."

He pressed his staff to her head and chanted.

Light from the crystal orb seeped in; Lena jolted violently.

"Now, speak."

"…Th-thank you for reviving me, Master."

Lena stammered, piecing words from her scrambled brain.

Activated undead resemble their living selves.

They merely mimic memories and experiences, but each shows unique tendencies.

Lena's retained her diligent, respectful demeanor toward superiors.

Hence, gratitude first.

"A heretic inquisitor thanking a necromancer? The one who killed you and raped your comrade to death?"

The necromancer sneered.

Lena tilted her head.

The living Lena might've raged. But the corpse felt no such emotions. Those memories were another's entirely.

"Too dumb to get it? You're Heretic Inquisitor Lena. Also my slave. Got it? Mimic your living self."

He thwacked her head with his staff.

"Yes, Master."

Lena dredged up her living self.

And what 'Lena' would say.

"Kuh, you necromancer bastard… turning me into this… j-just kill me already!"

"Ooh, good. Act like that. But don't move. Just in case."

"Hng… something weird in my ass… no… no way… hate it… hate…!"

"Kukuku… that's the vibe. But your word choice is too prim. Use only crude slut-speak you'd never say alive."

He placed a hand on her ass, commanding.

"Kuh… who said I'd obey?! Get your hand off my shithole, you big bad villain!"

"Everything's perfect except that title. Call me with respect from now on, Inquisitor."

"In your dreams! I'd never honor Master with titles. Even if you took my body, I won't submit!"

"Dumb suits you. I like it. That Lia bitch was too stupid to follow orders properly—frustrating."

He slid his hand to her gaping ass, caressing it.

"Uht…! Sneaking at my weak spot…! Already fucked raw by Master's fat cock, creampied sloppy, my hot shithole wrinkles soaked in thick goo, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠all sensitive…!"

"Kuku, and the front?"

"Wh-what're you asking?! Think I'll admit my worthless pussy's been reamed mercilessly by Master's fat cock, turned red-hot and so sensitive a touch sends me cumming like a bitch?!"

"That's it, huh? Like this?"

He pressed hard on her swollen clit.

"Hoot♥ Master's thick fingers made my slut pussy cum♥"

Lena squirted wildly, face twisting in slutty bliss, moaning back.

"N-no…♥ Lena's worthless pussy won't cum from Master's fingers alone…♥"

"Enough. On the ground, ass up. Time to etch reinforcement runes on you too."

"…Yes, Master."

Lena's face went blank again.

Lena dropped to the spot, presenting her ass to the necromancer.

"Hmm… got a fun idea. Listen up, slave. When I stuff magic stones in your ass, you'll revert to Inquisitor you. Body frozen, mind fully as the living inquisitor."

"Yes, Master…."

"You there. Bring the stones."

He ordered his silver-haired slave.

"Mmph."

Gagged Lia waddled over awkwardly—huge dildos plugging both holes—hauling a box brimming with magic stones.

"Good. Now you shove them into the new slave's ass yourself."

Lia approached Lena, squatted—cum spilling past the dildos from both holes—and pushed a stone into her ass.

"Hrgh♥"

Lia's hand mercilessly widened Lena's gaping hole, plunging in fist-deep with the stone.

"L-Lia?! What're you—?! Urgh…!"

As the stone hit her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guts, per prior command, Lena reacted as her old self.

"Kukuku… Inquisitor. Know what's inside you now?"

"Th-this… magic stones…?!"

"Correct. They sustain your revival spell. Once full, you'll serve me undead for at least fifty years."

"Like I'd serve Master…! I'll just push 'em out with my loose shithole skills… Hyaaang?!"

Mid-sentence, Lia shoved her hand deeper; Lena's face crumpled in a pathetic moan.

"L-Lia…! No hands in my shithole…♥ No more stones…♥"

But ignoring her pleas, blank-faced Lia kept stuffing.

"Hooook♥ Shithole's…♥ filthy mana keeps… flowing in♥ Nooo♥ I'm a heretic inquisitor…♥ priest of the holy god…♥ corrupted by black magic♥ power overflowing…♥"

As half the box vanished into her ass, dark energy crackled around Lena.

The contract strengthening; her body fully corrupted.

"Kukuku… submit."

"Nooo♥ Won't obey Master's orders…! Ohhooooong♥"

Lena thrashed in orgasm, legs giving out, pissing herself messily.

"Say you'll obey me."

"I'll obey♥ Masteeer♥"

"Renounce your faith and vow submission!"

"Yess♥ Heretic Inquisitor Lena serves only Master♥ Pussy, shithole, mouth, tits—all Master's♥ Lena worships and serves Master alone foreeeever♥"

Lena wailed, belly bloated with stones heaving, voice laced with spoiled lust.

"Good. Now you're mine like her."

"Th-thank youuu… Master…♥ I'll serve… eternally…♥"