#10 Stonevic Doom Cult Purge (Maid, Cultist Prisoner - Naked Restraint Torture) (1) + Heart I-Balance

These past few days, the situation in Stonevic had spiraled into utter chaos on every front. The roads connecting the city to others had been completely blocked by the Seeds of Ruin monsters spilling out from the Bewitching Forest. Side paths had still allowed some passage at first, so it wasn't immediately fatal, but even those had fallen to the monsters over time.

Communication with other regions was cut off, and no goods could be exchanged. Merchants petitioned the city hall and Renoa the city lord, but got no real answers. It wasn't something the garrisoned forces in Stonevic could handle anyway. The soldier unit Renoa had assembled had already tried a purge once and gotten utterly annihilated instead.

To break this deadlock, aid from the home country was essential—but even that was nowhere ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to be found. It was as if the city had been completely isolated from the rest of the world.

Stonevic's land wasn't suited for farming. They basically sold mined ore and bought food with the proceeds. With the roads blocked and merchants unable to pass, their stockpiles of ingredients—and daily necessities—were depleting fast. It wasn't critical yet, but the more people felt the pinch, the greater the anxiety gnawing at their hearts.

And that anxiety inevitably led to crumbling public order. On top of that, issues with drugs that had lurked beneath the surface until now, rumors of sudden disappearances, and whispers of Doom Cultists began bubbling up. Was it just the drop in security, or had someone orchestrated it to worsen things further? Either way, Stonevic's atmosphere was deteriorating at an unprecedented pace.

"Chicken's ready, Master."

It's here! I nearly cheered out loud at the sight of the chicken the expressionless maid set on the table.

This glistening golden chicken never got old, no matter how many times I saw it. I grabbed a drumstick first and tore in—the taste and texture were identical to what I'd had at the hotel outpost. I was moved all over again. Ever since arriving in this city, the local food hadn't suited my palate at all. So I'd summoned the maid on a whim, and sure enough, she whipped up whatever dishes I wanted, just like back at the hotel.

Plus, she was quick and thorough with housework. Somehow, the place—which had been drenched in blood last night—was spotless after just half a day. Maids really were essential everywhere. From now on, I'd take her with me wherever I went, no leaving her behind.

"Uh... um, it's amazingly delicious...!"

"Right? Isn't it? Nothing beats this. The world's best food, hands down."

"Ugh, I don't wanna agree, but I have to...! Nothing like this exists anywhere else... It's a revolution...!!"

Renoa the city lord, seated at the table with us, took a bite and looked ready to drool rivers in awe. Good thing. She'd been fidgeting anxiously just moments ago.

The situation outside this mansion was a total mess right now. The magic communication orb beside me kept beeping nonstop with incoming reports. Until recently, it'd been flooded with news of anomalies popping up across the city or ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠riots breaking out.

That had Renoa completely on edge, fretting excessively. So to calm her down, I'd fed her this delicious food after hypnotizing her to see chicken as "the ultimate worry-eraser!" Her gloomy face had brightened right up.

"Let's cheers together—cheers!"

She raised her glass with a carefree cheer, and I clinked mine—filled with beer—against it. Renoa gulped down the beer from her oversized mug without hesitation, then let out a satisfied "Ahhh~" like some old uncle. It was far from ladylike, but not unpleasant to watch.

Better than that face that looked ready to burst into tears any second.

The chaos gripping this city right now was all because of those damn Doom Cultists. They'd worked from the shadows to undermine security, and now problems were erupting everywhere. They might even be directly rallying and inciting people.

It's not this woman's fault.

She had no reason to shoulder the blame. The bad guys were all those cultist scum. Nothing but them.

Those fucking Doom Cultists.

The thought crossed my mind, so I grabbed my beer mug and headed to the living room.

Ulgh... mmph...

In the center of the living room hung a captured female cultist, stark naked. Her pale body was suspended in midair with ropes and leather straps. Her arms were bound behind her back, legs tied in a lotus position. A blindfold covered her eyes, a gag filled her mouth. Her pussy and ass were stuffed with thick dildos and anal toys, secured by straps. The one in her pussy buzzed away relentlessly with a whirrr-whirrr.

I gripped the handle of the pussy dildo and slid it back and forth lightly. Pussy juice gushed out along with it. The suspended cultist writhed her hips helplessly in the air.

This body, which had been a virgin just two days ago, was now a cheap slut that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠came instantly from toys like these.

"Gaon, sir~ No chicken?"

"Gotta eat. Bring some here?"

"Gonna eat while watching her? Nice."

Renoa came into the living room carrying the chicken basket. Her face was flushed, slightly tipsy, her steps a bit wobbly. Her huge beer mug was already half-empty.

She glanced at the hanging cultist and furrowed her brows in anger.

"This bitch... this fucking slut... It's all because of you cultists that things are like this...! Damn whore, trash slut! Sow!"

Renoa pinched and yanked the stiff nipple at the end of the dangling breast below. The cultist shook her head with muffled "Mmph! Mmph!" cries, but Renoa didn't stop. She even set her mug down to pinch both nipples at once. Not satisfied, she slapped the decent-sized tits from both sides with sharp smacks.

I synced up, thrusting the pussy dildo and anal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠toy alternately. The cultist squirted with a psshhht! in no time.

For a while, we enjoyed our drinks with chicken and the cultist as appetizers. My current body seemed highly resistant to alcohol—I barely felt buzzed—but the mood was pleasant enough.

Lete and Heart.

Hope they're doing well. Would be great if they handled it smoothly.

I wasn't entirely free of worry myself. The [City Destruction Event] had already begun.

But I'd finished everything on my end. The rest was up to those two... no, three people now.

In a warehouse on the city's southwest side, Lete and Heart slipped inside silently. Over the past few days, Heart had trained her, letting Lete pick up skills like [Stealth Movement] and others essential for infiltration.

Thanks to that, they made it in undetected.

"(People are gathered.)"

Shh—Heart pressed a finger to her lips, whispering a warning to Lete. But Lete had already sensed the presences. A fair number of people were moving in and out of this rundown warehouse.

They crept deeper inside for a better look. Despite the traffic, the two shadows flitted unnoticed from darkness to darkness, reaching the central area.

This had originally been a city hall warehouse for storing winter gear. But the expected supplies were gone, replaced by a vast empty space where even pillars had been cleared out.

In that space gathered figures shrouded in thick cloths and robes. At the center of the huge area loomed a summoning magic circle. In its midst stood a black, ominous statue.

And in one corner, contrasting the dark cultists, several civilians were bound—likely abducted travelers and residents.

Screams echoed amid the cultists' murmurs. They were dragging out the captives, stabbing them one by one atop the circle.

Even before Lete and Heart arrived, quite a few had already bled out there. Yet the cultists pressed on undeterred, chatting casually as they stole lives.

Lete and Heart exchanged glances.

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