#11 Aftermath (Cultist Daliah - Brain Modification Brainwashing, Gladly Offering Her Pussy♥) (5)
"Gaon-sama is amazing. Gaon-sama is a great person. Gaon-sama is the cool one who'll save us all. Gaon-sama is everything. Gaon-sama is Gaon-sama who is Gaon-sama──"
This granddaughter named Daliah was repeating her praises like a broken record.
It was kinda embarrassing getting hyped up like that. But more than anything, it was way over the top. Was Mea going too far with the tweaks? I figured I'd tell her to dial it back, but knowing Mea, she probably didn't mean to crank it this high. Progress always comes with a bunch of failures before you nail that one perfect step, right? That's just how development works.
"You bastard! You scum-sucking woooorm!! What the hell did you do to my granddaughter?!"
The old man tried charging at me, but he froze unnaturally right before reaching me, like he'd slammed into some invisible force field. Guess that was just the prison's basic security kicking in.
Even amid all that, Daliah was cracking up at her grandpa's helpless flailing. When I raised my hand and said "Enough," she shut up instantly, like a switch flipped. The old geezer, though? Still staring like he couldn't believe his eyes.
"No idea she was your granddaughter. She just had the best looks out of the bunch, that's all."
"Ugh... guh...!"
The guy who sacrificed good, innocent folks to some fucked-up god as ritual offerings, and now he's raging over his own family? Total hypocrite. But hey, it's probably just the game's system or backstory forcing his hand, so I shouldn't hate him too much.
I straightened my thoughts and decided to explain things to the old man like the kind, modern guy I am.
"I just had a nice, calm chat with your granddaughter, that's all. Surprised? She was ready to kill me, and here I am talking it out. Can't find a nicer king than that, huh?"
"Ahh, Gaon-sama, Gaon-sama, I was wrong, I was wrong! How dare I! Oh no, what do I do? Just give me your orders, Gaon-sama—I'll gladly end this worthless life of mine...!"
"Nah, no need to die. And stop crying."
"Hic... Y-yes, I won't cry...!"
I patted her head to comfort her, then told her to zip it for a bit since her constant yapping was killing the convo. She turned into a perfect little listener right away. Very satisfying.
"See? Persuasion went off without a hitch, and now she's repenting her past sins."
"No way in hell!! That girl's got even stronger faith than me! A child who follows our god so devoutly...!"
"Well, I did use some special methods."
I said that while casually fiddling with the scar on the corner of Daliah's head—the one I'd been stroking. Her and the other cultists had that [Zealot] status blocking Persuasion and Hypnosis, so what choice did I have? Handed her over to Mea for a hands-on brain massage.
Mea had been itching for guinea pigs for her human experiments anyway. And since these were death-row criminals with no other options, I figured why not? The results were mostly great. Just look at Daliah now.
This gave me a solid tool even against folks immune to Hypnosis. No downsides at all. And soon, every zealot locked up here would get the same treatment—I'd already ordered it. They were being drugged and carted out one by one.
This old man could've just been hauled out like the rest. No real reason I dragged him here... except maybe I busted my ass thinking this up myself? Seeing it work even better than expected made me wanna brag a little.
I mean, I didn't stop the public execution, right? Even if they roll in shit, folks say this life's better than the next. Close your eyes, open 'em, and boom—happy new lives for all. No more spreading blood and tragedy like some asshole heretics.
"Of course, they'll pay for their crimes to some degree. But don't worry, I've got it all figured out. It'll be way more fun and pleasant than you think. A thousand times better than dying while worshiping that piece-of-shit god of yours."
Surgery might sound scary, but it's super safe—I watched the procedure myself. So relax, no need to fret. But all I got back was:
"You... you madman...!"
Harsh. That kinda talk wounds my delicate heart.
Anyway, no hobby in chit-chatting with some geezer cultist who tried to kill me and burn my city. Time to wrap it up. I gave Daliah's head a couple pats—permission to speak again.
"You could just head out like this, but... Daliah, right? Don't you wanna show your grandpa you're doing great?"
"Yes! I wanna show him...!"
"Good girl. Then, as a sign of absolute obedience to me, lift that robe."
Daliah obeyed without a second thought. The thick, ash-gray robe came down to her knees. She hiked it up, flashing everything underneath.
Nothing under the robe—not even panties. Her pale ass and lightly furred pussy were on full display. I could feel the old man stiffen in shock.
"Show me your tits too."
"Yes! Gaon-sama!"
Ignoring her grandpa's frozen stare, Daliah cheerfully undid the robe's buttons and spread it wide. Now her white breasts and smooth belly were out in the open too, along with that pussy from before.
Daliah was a bit skinny, but still better-stacked than Heart. Nice handful size—perfect for groping. My hands went right to them. She shivered in delight at my touch, moaning in ecstasy without a hint of resistance.
"Ahh, Gaon-sama... touching my body... I-I could die happy right now...♡"
Her affection meter for me was off the charts, shattered to pieces. Feeling that, I toyed with her nipples. She nearly burst into tears of joy but remembered my "no crying" order and fought it back desperately. Her flushed face struggling like that? Kinda cute.
But hey, she was a murderous cultist bitch, so no mercy. I pinched her nipples hard enough to hurt. Her face twisted—not from pain, but pleasure.
"Can you kiss me too?"
"Hah... M-me, dare to...? No, I'll do it! Let me... I-I'll do it...!"
With my fingers still on her nipples, Daliah stepped closer, stood on tiptoe, and went for the kiss. I leaned down to meet her, slipping my tongue between her lips and swirling it around. For a cultist, her saliva tasted as sweet as any bitch's.
"Ah, ah, ah.............."
The old mage just gawked, jaw on the floor, watching it all.
Don't get a boner over your granddaughter's body, you perverted geezer. ...Or maybe he's staring at me. Whatever.
I only meant to tease the old fart a bit, but things heated up fast. Next thing I knew, Daliah was bent over against the wall, buck-naked, and I was balls-deep in her tight pussy.
Her mouth had tasted good earlier; turns out her cultist cunt was just as sweet. She'd been trained with all sorts of toys in both holes, and when I made her brag about it, she shouted it out proudly.
Tortured with the dildo I gripped, ass-fucked every which way, suspended in midair like a meat onahole... All that, boasted like trophies. Meant to shatter the geezer's mind, but her voice and filthy lines were so nasty, it drove me crazy. Shoved fingers in her mouth to shut her up.
Why the fuck bring up monster guts and textures? And so damn detailed—I could picture it all too well. Punished that imagination-inducing sin with hard spanks on her ass, but she just loved it more.
"Ugh, uebh...♡♡ Huuuh♡♡"
Daliah the cultist mumbling around my fingers. When her body convulsed in her fourth massive orgasm, I pulled out and sprayed my load across her pale back.
My incubus cum, thick and plentiful, defiled her narrow white back and waist to my heart's content.
"Hahaa...♡♡ Gaon-sama's... the great one's semen... Hnng... I took it all... Grandpa, Grandpa... aren't you proud...? Hehe...♡♡"
She turned to the old man with a beaming, praise-me-please grin. But the geezer couldn't muster a word, even at her blissful face.
Finally, I had Daliah clean my dirty dick, drugged the old man, and had my guys drag him off. Thought about dressing Daliah, but it was late—no one around. Told her to walk back naked.
She accepted with glee, strutting out into the street without hesitation. Of course, being the kind and moral guy I am, I at least let her keep her shoes.