Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Side Episode 2: Necromancer's Slave - Complete
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Oro.
He had been a low-rank wizard affiliated with the Mage Guild, but his fate changed completely one day due to a staff he happened to acquire.
Hand of the Worm-Eaten One.
That's what was inscribed on the staff in ancient script.
After months of research, Oro managed to uncover a portion of the staff's potential.
The staff possessed the power to absorb the life force of the dead, thereby strengthening its owner's mana.
However, the "dead" in question referred only to living beings with a certain amount of mana or higher—such as humans or creatures comparable to them.
Oro found himself at a crossroads.
Would he live out his days as an insignificant human and die, or would he choose the path of villainy and be reborn anew?
In the end, Oro chose the latter.
But he didn't know. There was another function hidden within the Hand of the Worm-Eaten One.
Every time the staff enhanced his mana, in reverse, his morality, conscience, and other virtuous aspects gradually faded away.
And thus, Oro became the necromancer he was today.
"Slurp... What are you lost in thought about, Papa?"
A girl with flowing blue hair looked up at Oro and asked.
Her red eyes were cold and lifeless like a corpse, devoid of emotion, yet she possessed a beauty that could steal any man's heart.
Her skin was pallid like that of someone stricken with illness, and piercings adorned her face and body in various places. She also wore an array of accessories—earrings, a dog collar, flower-shaped hairpins, and more—dangling all over her.
Most eye-catching of all was her massively swollen belly, protruding as if she were in the late stages of pregnancy.
This was due to stuffing her rear hole full of magic stones and sealing them in with a rubber dildo, which served to strengthen and sustain her undead form.
Beyond that, her body had been modified and tormented to suit Oro's twisted tastes. For instance, just a few days ago, her delicate pink pussy had been modestly tucked away, but now it was forcibly stretched wide, stained from soaking in semen and discolored to the point where even the inner walls were visible at rest. Her belly and buttocks bore clear marks from whippings and punches.
But the most perverse modification of all was her nipples.
Obsessively altered, her nipples could stretch like rubber when pulled at their expanded tips, capable of accommodating even an erect cock.
Normally, heart-shaped pins were inserted to keep them from sagging and maintain their shape.
Everything done to her would have been enough to send any normal person into shock from the sheer brutality of the sexual torture.
But she was merely a revenant resurrected solely to serve her master, and so she gazed up at him with unwavering loyalty and submission in her eyes.
"Just reminiscing about the old days."
"The old days... you say?"
The blue-haired woman—Lena—knelt at her master's feet, flicking her tongue over his cock as she asked.
"Yeah. Back then, I was your typical talentless mage wherever I went. But by chance, I got my hands on this staff, and by selling my humanity, I was reborn as a superior being."
"A splendid decision, Papa."
Lena said as she carefully stroked his cock with her hand.
"Of course it was."
Oro stroked Lena's head as he replied.
Making his slaves address him with a new title wasn't mere whim.
Surprising even himself, the beauty and perfection of these two slaves had awakened a sliver of compassion he hadn't even known lingered in his heart.
And with that sentiment, Oro had granted these two slaves—among all the revenants he'd ever claimed, the strongest and most exceptional—the status they deserved.
Namely, adopting them as his foster daughters.
Of course, it was all for show.
"I'm getting impatient."
Oro grabbed Lena by the hair and roughly shoved his cock down her throat.
Lena bobbed her head back and forth in rhythm with his grip, sucking him fiercely.
Just before climax, Oro yanked her hair back, pulling out his cock and unleashing his semen across her face.
"Papa's semen... so warm and sweet... Thank you."
"Sis. My turn now. Papa's cock—I want it too."
Lia, who had been lying beside them, licking and fondling Oro's balls while attending him, pleaded with desperate eyes as she stared at his cock.
As soon as Lena handed it over, Lia eagerly took it into her mouth, sucking until her cheeks hollowed and licking every inch around the glans meticulously.
"I hear there's some impressive treasure stored in a small city around here."
Oro said while receiving a thorough cleaning from Lia's mouth.
"Do you want it, Papa?"
Lena asked, seeing right through her master's intentions.
"Naturally. But they've apparently heard about the recent raids in the area, so their guard is tighter than you'd expect. Sneaking in won't be easy."
"Meaning...?"
Oro placed his hands on both slaves' heads and said,
"But if you two step up, that'll change everything."
A few days later.
"Open the gates!"
The small southwestern city of Maren erupted into a frenzy.
This was because two visitors had arrived from afar, bringing news with them.
"Oh...!"
Finally reaching the grand entrance hall of the castle.
The lord, who had come out upon hearing the rumors ahead of time, saw the two women being escorted by soldiers, along with the man bound and dragged behind them. His face lit up as he let out an exclamation.
"So it's true—you've captured the necromancer. That must not have been easy. Who exactly are you?"
"I am Lena, once a Heretic Inquisitor with the Holy Church. And this is my companion and fellow adventurer, Lia."
Lena answered.
"Lia... Lena...? I've heard those names before. They're the ones who've been making waves around here lately. The saviors of Wilhelm and heroes who rescued Uta! I never imagined they'd be such stunning beauties...!"
The lord exclaimed in admiration.
But his gaze drifted slightly downward, and his expression turned puzzled.
"But those bellies...?"
The lord asked, eyeing their massively swollen abdomens, as if both were in the full term of pregnancy.
The two exchanged silent glances. Lena was the first to speak.
"It's because we've stuffed our asses and pussies full of magic stones."
Lena replied flatly with an expressionless face.
"What... did you say?"
The lord asked again, as if he'd misheard.
"Are you deaf? I said our bellies are bloated because we've crammed our asses and pussies full of magic stones."
"Exactly 19 each, Sis."
Lia chimed in from the side. Lena nodded and continued.
"And on top of that, we're holding a full load of Papa's semen inside. No need to worry, though. We've sealed our sloppy back holes tight with massive, thick plugs."
A chill silence fell over the entrance hall.
The lord caught on first.
"You two... you're being controlled, aren't you?"
Lena reacted sharply.
"How rude. I am a formally appointed Heretic Inquisitor of the Church and one who has earned the trust of the Seer herself. Are you suggesting that someone like me dared to challenge the supremely excellent and great Necromancer, only to be pathetically defeated and turned into his slave instead?"
"Exactly. What an unforgivable insult. I too am a hero who saved Wilhelm from the demon's conspiracy, rewarded with your family's treasure out of gratitude, Lord. And a knight who vanquished ancient evil in Uta. Are you saying that I, unable to even stand against Papa, foolishly challenged him, suffered a crushing defeat, and was resurrected as his slave to serve him?"
Though they spoke as if angry, argumentative, questioning—even scolding—there was no emotion in their tones. It came across only as hollow, comical theater.
Realizing too late, the horrified lord staggered back and shouted urgently to the surrounding soldiers.
"It's a trap! This has to be that necromancer's trap!"
Lena scowled.
"How dare you point fingers at Papa. At one greater than any god, supremely excellent and perfect. Unforgivable."
"Yeah. Sis is right. They're worth killing. They must pay for their sins."
The two simultaneously shed their thick cloaks.
Revealed beneath was not a stitch of clothing—pure nudity.
"Receive this, you irreverent fools. This is divine punishment itself. The ultimate secret technique of the Church's prized living weapons, the Heretic Inquisitors: [Dropping the Hidden Smoke Bombs from the Pussy Hole]."
Lena spread her legs wide, exposing her crotch soaked in arousal and semen, then pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingers.
Suddenly, the faint vaginal folds inside convulsed, expelling something from within.
One after another, round spheres emerged outward.
Upon hitting the floor, they exploded in sequence, spewing thick black smoke everywhere.
"Gah...!"
"Urk... Can't... breathe...!"
At a glance, it seemed merely to obscure vision, but in truth, it was poison gas infused with black magic.
Anyone inhaling it—except the caster, the necromancer himself, and the already-dead pair—would face instant death.
And along with that.
"How is it? The taste of gas more potent than the stench from a whore's diseased pussy hole. But don't think that's the end. I, the hero who saved two southwestern cities from evil, still have my trump card. Take this: [Spreading the Pollutants Pooled in the Pussy]."
Lia also spread her legs wide and yanked out the massive magic stone dildo lodged in her pussy. From the gaping hole poured thick green pollutants, splattering and soaking the floor.
The gelatinous-looking substance rapidly spread upon contact with the ground, staining everything around it.
Soon, the corpses of those killed by the poison gas touched the spreading pollutants and began to melt, rising again in horrific half-skeletal forms.
"Uuuugh...."
"H-Hiiiik!"
"Don't panic! Form up and attack calmly! We have the numerical advantage!"
"Heh heh heh... Numerical advantage?"
The necromancer, who had been watching all along, finally spoke.
"Such naive fools, oblivious to everything. My daughters. Teach them clearly that numbers mean nothing to those fools."
"Yes, Papa."
"As you command, Papa."
Lia and Lena replied.
Then Lena raised her hand overhead and chanted a spell.
"O God, grant the weapon to punish Papa's enemies. [Holy Sword]!"
"The will of Wilhelm!"
The sword held by a soldier suddenly moved on its own, flying into Lia's hand.
They had been disarmed before entering, but now it meant nothing.
"Fire! Don't hesitate—fire! Those two aren't human anymore!"
The lord commanded.
Archers stationed everywhere aimed crossbows at Lia and Lena.
Soon, a volley of arrows rained down from all sides.
Dodging the barrage with near-superhuman agility, the two carved through the charging soldiers.
They already possessed exceptional physical abilities capable of rivaling evil.
Now enhanced by black magic, overwhelming mere dozens of regular soldiers was child's play.
"Papa's blessing."
"We bestow it."
Every time their blades felled soldiers mercilessly, the corpses rose one by one in turn, swelling their own ranks.
Before long, the once-overwhelming numerical gap had evened out.
"Impossible... This is a nightmare...!"
"Indeed. I am the nightmare. Fool."
The necromancer chuckled mockingly at the lord's scream.
"You bastard...!"
The lord ground his teeth, glaring at the necromancer.
The moment he snatched up a fallen crossbow and took aim.
Splat.
A flying sword pierced his forehead dead-center.
"Gah... Argh...!"
The lord toppled backward, breathing his last.
"I warned you. We don't tolerate that attitude toward Papa."
Lia approached the dead lord's corpse, yanking the sword from his forehead as she spoke.
Soon, the pollutants touched the body, turning it into a zombie that shambled to its feet.
"No need to fear, you powerless worms. Death is merely the beginning. You will rise again to serve me. Heh heh heh heh... Ahahahahaha!"
Standing at the center of the entrance hall, now a vision of hell, the necromancer bellowed in mad laughter.
As sunset gave way to the dead of night.
The city, once a scene of carnage, had regained its former silence.
One could say peace had returned.
But it was the polar opposite of the tranquility enjoyed just yesterday—thoroughly alien.
Shambling through the streets were the residents' husks, now walking corpses.
Mindless revenants drooling uncontrollably.
And amid them, the two women who alone retained nearly all of their living appearances strode naked toward the man responsible for it all—the root of the disaster—and knelt before him, clasping their hands in prayer.
"We've completed all your orders, Papa."
Lena said.
Lia followed up.
"No more insolent, arrogant fools in this city dare oppose Papa's will. They all rightfully belong to Papa now."
"This city's treasure—and the entire world—belongs to Papa."
"Quite right, Sis."
"Heh heh heh... Indeed."
Oro trampled the heads of the two bowing women underfoot with both soles as he spoke.
For these slaves, thoroughly trained to submit and fawn over him, this was the ultimate reward. Proving it, they trembled in ecstasy, gushing arousal fluid profusely.
"I can feel it. Immense mana gathering in the staff. And I've claimed the treasure that lord hid away so carefully. Not even the Church can stop me now. When the time comes, nearby cities will fall too. And you'll join in, of course."
"Naturally, Papa."
"We are Papa's tools and weapons, slaves and daughters."
The two replied instantly.
"But first, a reward for this job well done."
Oro summoned a revenant slave to fetch the prepared items.
"This is...?"
"For us... like this...?"
The two slaves gazed in rapture at the items before them.
"Get ready and come. I'll be waiting ahead."
And shortly after.
A crowd filled a ruined church on one side of the city.
More precisely, those who were once human—now reduced to mere zombies and revenants.
As they packed the pews, two women emerged from beyond the shattered doors.
They were, in a word, pristine angels.
Lacking only wings and halos, they exuded comparable beauty, holiness, and even purity.
Had it not been for their swollen bellies, the dildos jammed into both holes between their legs, and the semen stench wafting from them, it would have fit perfectly.
Wearing highly revealing outfits bearing traces of bridal gowns, the two stepped lightly in unison toward the church's interior.
"They suit you well."
Oro, standing at the far end, grinned lecherously.
The two slaves positioned themselves beside their master—the man who had killed, defiled, raped, and reduced them to pawns in schemes, conspiracies, and massacres. They gazed up at him with eyes brimming with awe, devotion, and worship.
"State your wishes."
"To serve Papa forever."
"To forever serve Papa as his slave, tool, weapon, sex toy, footwipe, cock cleaner, toilet, cock blanket, clown, personal whore, and as his daughter and wife."
Lia and Lena declared without hesitation.
Oro smirked in satisfaction, his lips curling long upward, and said,
"Granted."
"Ah♥ Thank you, our eternal lord♥"
"We will use this life Papa has bestowed upon us once more solely for Papa♥"
The two slaves knelt and crawled forward, pressing their lips to Oro's feet.
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