Training Log [Ronin & Aria (1)]
The computer was smiling brightly. The tiny single room stood up. The peeled-away time screamed. The deep darkness bowed politely. Hello, another unchanging day, as always.
The sound of chains that had lost all justification burst through the doorway. Clink. Clink. Color spread across the world. A torn frog danced, then twisted its head. Laughter echoed from eyes as black as ink. Hidden scissors giggled with glee. The traffic light put on a hat. A man flowing upside down shone. A dog with only its head left rolled along and slammed into the calendar. Frivolous condemnation tightened around my throat. Refreshing melancholy. A well-behaved act of goodwill asked after my well-being. Father tore open Mother’s mouth. Red blood struggled upward like it was climbing a mountain. The sky fell.
“Saint… slf◬◜ㅋ釬∺.” The sound took form and greeted me. My hazy mind slowly began to perceive its surroundings.
“Saint… ∰ᨆᑒjss-nim.” My blurred retinas found their focus. The outlines of the blurry shapes grew sharp.
“Saintess.”
A voice that sounded both impatient and kind reached my ears. When I shifted my gaze, I saw a man with neatly parted brown hair. I knew who he was. He was Priest Ronin. At first glance he looked like a man in his twenties, but his actual age was in his early thirties.
“You’re awake, yet you say nothing?”
“………?”
I looked around. I was sitting there pathetically. When I tried to move my arms or legs, I heard the clink of chains. Chains? It felt as if someone had dumped a large amount of paint into water. Or as if someone had turned on a broken computer. My malfunctioning thoughts slowly returned to their proper track.
Urk. A wave of nausea stabbed at the base of my throat. I didn’t try to hold it back.
“Ugh.”
I vomited everything inside me. Vomit splattered across the floor. My stomach burned because it was empty. No, judging by the clumps of semen that came out, it hadn’t exactly been empty.
“Purification.”
A low, serious voice. The holy spell called Purification activated, cleanly erasing the vomit that had soaked my clothes and the floor. It was Priest Ronin’s doing.
“Does your stomach feel unwell?”
“Maybe I ate too much fucking cum thanks to some bastards?”
Even as I thrashed and raged, Ronin’s face remained perfectly calm. His fingers brushed across my lips.
“Making such a scar on that lovely face… Even the Goddess will be displeased.”
His words were calm, but his actions were anything but. The way his body trembled showed just how furious he truly was. His words made me realize what I had done. That’s right. I had burned my own face. It was a sensation that made my skin crawl. Not metaphorically—literally. I now understood that pressing a burning piece of wood to one’s face was not something a sane person could do.
The stench of burning flesh that twisted the nose. The searing pain as if strong acid had been poured over the face. The feeling of nerve cells melting and sticking together. It was not the kind of pain one could endure. It was an explosive, shocking agony, like multiple live wires short-circuiting at once. Even now the memory made me shudder, but I laughed sharply. At least, I tried to look sharp.
“Does it bother you that your toy got burned?”
“It does upset me. You seem quite exhausted.”
Ronin’s voice was gentle and affectionate. Exhausted?
“Shut up! I didn’t burn my face because I was exhausted—I did it because I didn’t want to give you bastards the satisfaction, you fuck!”
“Is that so? You ruined your face because you didn’t want to be embraced by us?”
I laughed cynically.
“Ha, that’s right! There can’t be many idiots willing to fuck a woman with a melted face, right?”
“Well… If it’s you, Saintess, I wouldn’t mind at all.”
Whether he was doing it on purpose or if he truly meant it, either way he was a crazy bastard whose rhythm was impossible to match.
“Keep your disgusting lust stuffed inside your head, you piece of shit.”
Ptui. I spat in his face. Luckily, the phlegm landed squarely on Ronin’s cheek. He wiped the spit away with the back of his hand and smiled softly.
“You still have a long way to go.”
A long way? You think I’m going to obediently become your cum dump? Fuck off, you bastards. I’d rather die.
“So, how does it feel to have your face back?”
“What?”
“Oh dear, did you not notice?”
He took out a small mirror. Reflected in it was a haggard girl. Yes. A girl. The face was no longer so horribly burned that one couldn’t tell if it belonged to a man or a woman.
I trembled violently.
“H-how…?”
“Even severed body parts can be regenerated without difficulty. Why would a mere burn scar be any harder?”
My thinking had been shallow. It always was. Careless. No plan. But even in a fantasy world, this was too much. How could they heal burns too?
“To be honest, your self-harm made my heart sink. Yes, I was quite angry. Why do you make my heart ache so?”
His crisp, precise words sent a chill down my spine. Because I knew he was genuinely furious.
“It seems punishment is necessary.”
Punishment. Punishment. That damn punishment. I averted my gaze and spat out a curse.
“Fuck, when have you ever given me a reward? All you do is punish me and then act like you’re being generous—Hngh.”
Huh? A thin moan slipped out. My mouth closed on its own. I couldn’t understand why such a sound had come from me.
“Are you already curious what kind of punishment I’ll give?”
“Who said I was curious, you fu—Hik. Hngh?”
I couldn’t finish the curse. My body grew hot as if set on fire. It felt like someone was forcibly poking and pressing my sexual senses. My lower body grew wet, my stomach throbbed violently, and my head felt slightly fuzzy. A strange sensation. An arousal I could never have felt as a man—it felt like my brain was going to break.
It itched. It felt like ants were crawling all over my body. Itchy, itchy, itchy. I want to scratch. I want to scratch. I squeezed my legs together and tried to touch my crotch with my hands. Clank. Clank. It didn’t go as I wanted. I was bound, so my hands were stopped midway. I want to scratch. I want to touch. Why can’t I?
“W-what is thiiis! Th-this, th-this is weird—Haek. W-what did you do?!”
The words that came out were closer to sobs. I found myself pathetic for not even being able to speak properly. Actually, that was a lie. I didn’t find it funny at all. I only felt that my body was strange and that it felt good. It itched so much I wanted to scratch. I wanted to put my fingers in and touch.
“It’s nothing much. I simply used a little aphrodisiac. Your sensitivity is excellent.”
“A-aphrodisiac?”
“It’s called an incubus’s pheromone. I was told that without resistance, it’s a deadly poison that can destroy the brain.”
A deadly poison that could destroy the brain. Was that why? My thoughts began to scatter again. I shook my head. I was afraid of breaking. I was afraid of no longer being myself. Was this what it felt like to become an idiot?
“Th-that ki-ind of, th-thing, d-did you g-give it t-to m-me… Hngh.”
“I heard a woman’s climax comes later than a man’s.”
It was completely irrelevant nonsense given the current situation.
“S-so w-what a-about i-it.”
“But an incubus’s pheromone narrows that gap in an instant. Isn’t it fascinating?”
Fascinating my ass. That’s why they call it an aphrodisiac, you moron.
“However.”
However?
“It is a desire that can only be relieved through sexual intercourse between a man and a woman. That is why it is called an incubus’s pheromone.”
You really only bring the most fucked-up items, don’t you? Is there a Cumtopia or something? I wanted to curse, but my body was so heated that even producing a voice was difficult. Now only reflexive moans spilled from my lips. My waist twitched uncontrollably.
“Hngh, haaung, uhek, hek, hng.”
It itched. It tickled as if feathers were teasing my entire body. My lower belly burned hot.
“Haek, heuk, higuuung.”
Between my legs, thick, viscous love juices flowed like morning dew. It was sticky and unpleasant. Even though I tried to twist my body, my arms and legs were restrained, so I couldn’t move freely. I could only rub my thighs together, and Priest Ronin gave an unpleasant smile.
Aaah. To wake up and immediately end up like this. It was utterly fucked.
“Are you aching?”
“Haa, haa…… Hngh.”
Ronin’s hand slid along the cleft between my thighs. I was still wearing the holy garment, but my underwear must have been removed, because his fingers immediately touched my pussy lips.
“Kuuung, hngh.”
I shuddered as if I’d been shot. My body was far too sensitive. It felt like my head would explode. Squish. Squish. Embarrassing wet sounds rang out. You think I’ll just take this lying down? I kicked wildly, aiming for Ronin’s jaw. He dodged it skillfully. It would have been strange if I had hit him. After all, I was the one trembling from sexual arousal. The kick I managed in that state was nothing more than a slow, flailing struggle.
“……Huuung, huuung.”
Thanks to my pointless resistance, my leg ended up draped over his shoulder. The position left my privates completely exposed, filling me with shame.
“Offering your legs like this because you want me to fuck you on my own—how proactive.”
“F-fuck, w-who’s—!”
“The way you’re panting, you really do look like a bitch. The very kind of bitch you hated so much, Saintess.”
“Hng, d-do, hik, n-not, s-say—!”
His remaining hand gently caressed my left breast. It was a skillful touch meant to drive me into heat.
“He, haaung.”
Absurdly, just the fact that he wasn’t roughly grabbing me like the other bishops or priests was enough to make me feel it. It was ridiculous. Then again, my body had been soaked in aphrodisiac. The sensitivity was incomparable to before. The breast he was fondling felt electric beyond mere tickling. My nipples stood stiffly, clearly visible through the holy garment. Love juices poured endlessly from my slit. Was my pussy twitching as if it were desperate to be fucked right now?
He skillfully poked and ignited every single erogenous zone. It was not a complete climax, only heightened arousal. It felt good, yet it was torment. I felt like I was floating in the sky, but I could not reach full pleasure. It wasn’t enough. This wasn’t enough. It was incomplete combustion.
I looked up at Ronin with desperate eyes. If I asked this man, would he grant it? The moment that thought crossed my mind, I froze. What? Ask him and he’ll give it to me? I’ve gone mad. I’ve finally lost it.
“Hnguuk.”
Squish. Squish. Ronin continued to violate my body. If this continued, I would become an idiot. I would end up only panting. But I had no means of resistance.
“Heuk, d-don’t t-touch me! I’m becoming weird, becoming weird!”
All I could do was speak. I could only say “don’t” and “stop.” Not that he would actually stop.
My breasts and crotch were stimulated at the same time. I thought I would go insane. It felt like my body no longer belonged to me. I felt like I could cum at any moment, yet I couldn’t. Just as he said, it seemed I could not reach climax without being fucked by a cock. My pupils dilated and my hair stood on end. The state of almost cumming but never quite reaching it was agonizing enough to kill me.
“Saintess, do you want to be embraced by me?”
Yes! Yes! I want you to stir up my insides. I want you to ravage me. I want to moan and cry out….
Are you in your right mind, you fuck?
I bit my tongue. I bit hard enough to draw blood, and the taste of iron filled my mouth.
“F-fuck, you, b-bastard, hngh, god.”
Even as my body trembled, I flipped him off. It won’t go your way! It won’t go the way you want!
Perhaps he had lost interest, because he stopped the hands that had been caressing me. The sudden cessation left my heated body feeling a terrible sense of loss.
“……Ah?”
“Is that how it is? Then I shall withdraw.”
“W-what.”
“Did you not speak words of refusal? As you wished, I stopped. Is there a problem?”
There was no problem. There shouldn’t be. And yet my body, my mind, craved the pleasure he gave.
“Ah, or perhaps you wanted to be taken by force? Even though you are the Saintess, how vulgar.”
“N-no, hng.”
I bit my lip. I turned my head away. I didn’t want to show him my melted expression.
“Perhaps you are thinking this: I am resisting. Pleasure means nothing to me. This is not what I truly want. Is that how you wanted to hide yourself? Why not be a little more honest with your pleasure?”
“Shut your mouth, you brain-dead fuck!”
He stepped back. Only my trembling breaths filled the room.
“For a Saintess whose outside and inside are so different, I shall introduce a perfect child. He is very good at handling women.”
From Ronin’s hand, a wriggling pink object fell to the floor. I frowned and stared at it.
“A tentacle?”
It was a small tentacle covered in mucus. About the size of an adult man’s palm? At a glance it even looked like a penis. It slowly began to crawl toward me. I squeezed my legs together and swallowed.
“I-it’s coming. That thing?”
“I hope you have an enjoyable time. I will return later.”
Creak. Priest Ronin closed the door and left. Leaving that thing behind.
“Y-you crazy bastard! D-don’t go! Don’t leave this here! Hik!”
It had come right up to me. Even when I tried to push it away with my leg, it was stronger than I expected. The tentacle climbed up my calf. It was sticky and lukewarm like a boiled octopus.
“N-no.”
The tentacle moved toward the cleft of my crotch.
“……I don’t want it. D-don’t come in.”
It was a mindless creature that would never listen to human words. The tentacle moved quickly. My already wet entrance spread open.
“Heuung, hng.”
It forced its way inside. My mouth opened and closed like a fish from the mixture of pain and pleasure. My stomach convulsed. It throbbed.
“No, i-if you go that deep, n-no.”
The tentacle stirred inside my vagina. My breathing grew ragged and my face burned. Strength filled my fingers and toes.
“Aah, uuhng.”
I want to cum. But I can’t. It’s strange. My insides are so full, yet why?
I finally let out the moans I had been holding back. Drool spilled pathetically from my mouth. My consciousness blurred again. I wanted to go mad, but I couldn’t even do that. I cried out desperately. I wailed.
“Let me cum, l-let me, cuuuum.”
The closed door of the Room of Repentance did not open. It was a room that would not open, even after a full day had passed.