Training Log [Ronin & Aria (2)]
The Room of Repentance had no clock. There was no way to tell how much time had passed. Even if a clock were present, it would have been nearly impossible to read in this pitch-black place.
“Haaheek… uhhht.”
It would have been nice to at least distinguish day from night. Being trapped in darkness all the time made me feel like my mind was rotting away. There were no windows, so not even a sliver of sunlight could reach me. Not that it could have anyway—this was a basement.
Setting that aside, I was isolated in the Room of Repentance. I wasn’t alone, though. There was one more unpleasant companion inside me.
“Ah… hhik.”
A lewd cry burst from my throat. It came from the tentacles wriggling slowly inside my vagina, inching forward with deliberate laziness.
Squelch. Glurk. Slurp.
“Hngh…”
Aside from the wet sounds of the tentacles moving and the intermittent moans I couldn’t hold back, the room was completely silent. No matter how seductively I cried out, there was no man here to ravish this body.
My body hovered right on the edge of climax. The aching, the maddening itch—I felt like I was going insane. My mind had been pushed into an extremely heightened state. Elevated, elevated, until it reached the peak of arousal. Was my brain secreting pleasure-related neurotransmitters? I didn’t know. And it didn’t matter.
“Aahk… hhng… hiuk.”
At some point, the room had filled with my coquettish panting. My head creaked under the pressure of overwhelming sexual sensitivity. The pleasure didn’t decrease—it only piled higher. Like water rising behind a dam, layer after layer.
If it were only a moderate amount, I could endure it. Even if it hurt, I could bear it. I could hold on.
But what if it went on for hours?
“Haaang… hhaang… heuk.”
Flash.
The sexual sensation that had once again surged toward climax was abruptly severed midway. It felt as painful as if a cold blade had been driven into my lungs. Your body can’t reach orgasm without a man’s cock. It was as if my own flesh was telling me so.
I couldn’t breathe. How did breathing even work again?
“Ughhhk…”
Struggling was useless. The pleasure that kept building soon reached a level I could no longer handle. Pleasure. Nothing but pleasure. The vulgar heat that scorched my body simplified my thoughts until I could think of nothing else.
“Hik… hik… hiiik.”
It felt like I would suffocate. I curled my toes and scratched at the floor with my nails. I’m going crazy. Me. Me. I’m losing my mind.
I wanted to move my arms and pull the tentacles out of my vagina. Clank. Clank!
Unfortunately, the iron chains around my wrists stopped me. No matter how hard I strained, I couldn’t reach between my legs. In the end, I was doomed to be mercilessly tormented by these tentacles.
“Hek… heeek… hhut.”
Again. How many times had it been now? Every time I approached climax, the sensation would drop away just before the peak. Exactly like a circuit breaker tripping when the voltage rose too high!
Obviously, this was not a normal state. The more this continued, the lower my threshold for pleasure became. A body that once needed to be fucked by tentacles several times before it could climax now writhed in ecstasy from a single movement.
“Krrgh… heuughhk.”
Even though they were small tentacles, they were comparable in size to an adult man’s hand. They were more than large enough to fit inside my tiny pussy. And they moved however they pleased.
The tentacle inside my vagina would sometimes scrape along my inner walls, sometimes latch onto them with suction, moving entirely for its own satisfaction. Naturally, I was the one suffering from its grotesque behavior.
“Hgggk… ahgk.”
My jaw trembled. I wanted to wipe away the drool spilling from the corner of my mouth, but my bound body made even that impossible.
“Huuung… ah… ah… ahng! S-stop… pleaseee!”
There was no one who would understand. No one to grant me release. And yet I begged anyway.
“Haah… hhegek… heuk.”
It felt like an eternity had passed, yet the closed door showed no sign of opening. How much longer would this last? How much more torment did I have to endure? With no set time limit, the waiting itself was torture—especially when every second was steeped in relentless pleasure.
My thoughts crumbled like wet sand. They collapsed. Cracks spread through my sanity. It began to break apart.
“Hek… hek… huaaht.”
How many times had it been now? I hate this punishment. Can’t it stop already? I want to cum so badly. I want to cum so, so much. Fuck me. Pound me. Me. Me. Me!
“Hiiik!”
The tentacle reached my cervix. It forced its way through the tightly closed opening.
The sensation was horrifying.
“Ahk… ahk… agh.”
It hurt. It hurt because it forced its way in. It felt like someone was stomping on my organs. It should have been painful. It was painful.
And yet I was feeling it. Even this pain had been converted—transformed into pleasure.
But it never reached ‘climax.’ Never. Absolutely never.
“Heuk.”
My thoughts were going numb. Even forming words had become difficult. I opened my mouth with a choked gasp. Before I could even draw breath, the tentacle that had invaded my womb went wild. My insides were churned into a complete mess. The shape of my vagina, the shape of my uterus, warped and distorted with every movement of the tentacle. The recoil made my back arch. My legs twitched. My arms flailed on their own, making the chains rattle loudly.
“……I don’t like it… hngh… ugh… it feels bad… s-stop… I’m scared… I’m breaking… I’m going to break…”
It was a cruel and merciless punishment. Would it ever end? Even if it did, I wasn’t sure I would still be sane by then.
Time passed.
Go… I’m going. My pussy is getting stabbed so hard, scraped raw from the inside. That itchy spot is being pounded so deep. My head is turning white. It feels so gooood… I feel so gooood. My clit is being pinched so much too.
“Hh… hgiik… th-there…”
I almost came again, but I couldn’t. But I’m such a bitch now… it feels too good and I’m turning weird. The tentacle is stuck tight to my womb and it’s making me suffer. I’m scared. My brain’s gone stupid. I feel like I’m going to die. I can’t hold on anymore. Everything’s blurry. My belly is throbbing. The tentacle moves like it’s angry. I’m going to cum again. Huh? That’s strange. I should be cumming. But I’m not. My pussy is twitching and aching. Let me cum. I want to cum. I want to cum so bad.
Creak.
The door opened. It was Ronin. Was he smiling? Are you happy too? I’m happy too!
“Hehe, it’s Roninii~ do it for me… hngk… ughk… I-I-I’m dying… for real… ahek. My pussy… my pussy wants to cum again!”
Ronin was looking at me. I was looking at Ronin too.
Purification
“Only five hours have passed. You’ve dirtied yourself more than I expected.”
“S-sorry… I was wrong… ughk… p-please forgive me… haaang!”
“You seem quite exhausted. ‘Purification.’”
Purification? What’s that? So noisy. My head feels like it’s going to explode. Like it’s going to burst. Huh? Huh. Huh.
“Ahk………”
My head gradually cleared, as if impurities were being filtered out. Only then could I properly look around. A foul stench filled the air. The floor was soaked with the urine and love juices I had spilled. The tentacles were still rampaging inside my vagina.
“……What is this?”
Ronin smiled.
“‘Purification’ is a versatile holy spell. It can restore a person’s sanity or erase filth itself. Among holy spells, it is considered quite difficult and complex, but thanks to my aptitude, it isn’t particularly hard for me. So, are you feeling a little more lucid now?”
Should I refuse to answer? No, that didn’t seem like a good choice.
“……A little.”
My voice was dry and cracked. He casually pointed at the floor beneath me.
“To think the Saintess cannot even distinguish her own urine. Do you truly wish to become nothing more than a bitch in heat?”
I had heard that Purification could also erase filth. The fact that he deliberately left the mess on the floor was clearly intentional. I wanted to snap back with something sharp like, You’re the one who made me like this.
“Hggk.”
Twitch.
Perhaps because of the Purification, the tentacles rebelled violently inside me. Pleasure surged once more. It felt like lightning had struck my brain. Still, thanks to the Purification Ronin had cast, it wasn’t completely unbearable. I felt a wave of relief. The fact that Ronin had come meant this hellish punishment was finally over. It meant I could leave.
“I-is the punishment… over?”
Ronin gave a cold smile.
“Of course not. I only came to clean up the bitch’s piss and shit.”
He was treating me like an animal. Strangely, the despair of not being allowed to leave the room overwhelmed any anger I might have felt at his attitude. This torture still wasn’t over? Really?
Tears welled up. Until just moments ago, my mind had been shattered. It wasn’t an exaggeration—I had truly been devoured by pleasure. The terrifying part was realizing that without Ronin’s Purification, I wouldn’t even be capable of these coherent thoughts.
“P-please… stop… I won’t… hiiik… play tricks on your face again. I’ll listen obediently… heuk.”
I couldn’t speak properly because the tentacles writhed every time I tried to form words. Even though my mind had cleared, the pleasure was still pleasure, far beyond what I could endure.
He looked at my trembling body and gave a vile smile.
“It is entertaining to see the Saintess in such a disgraceful state, but a punishment is a punishment. There is no going back. Though… if you were to apologize to me with sincere courtesy, I might reconsider.”
A sincere apology. That was the compromise he offered.
“H-how… hngk… should I do it?”
He approached and yanked out the tentacles that had been wriggling between my legs. It was so sudden and unexpected that a wave of pleasure crashed through me.
“H-haaauughk.”
The tentacles that had lodged themselves all the way inside my womb did not come out easily. They resisted. But they could not overcome the strength of Ronin’s powerful grip. They were ripped out by the roots. At the same time, my body convulsed.
“Hup… hhhngk.”
It was humiliating. The wet sound that came out when he pulled the tentacles free was embarrassing, and the vulgar moan I let out was mortifying.
“Thanks to the Saintess’s love juices, they’ve swollen quite large on the way out.”
The tentacle Ronin pulled out had grown as thick as an adult man’s forearm, bloated with my own fluids. I stared blankly at it. Something that big had been inside my body? No wonder it had hurt so much.
“Now, shall we hear this sincere apology?”
He loosened his trousers. A cock as enormous as Cardinal Mavlof’s rose proudly. It was thick in both girth and length. He brought it right up to my face. The characteristic fishy smell of a man’s cock filled my nose. I frowned and looked up at him.
“W-what does this have to do with an apology……”
He cut me off sharply.
“Depending on how sincere the Saintess’s apology is, the length of your punishment may change.”
What a vile bastard. What a fucking bastard.
“……I-I’ll suck it.”
“Where exactly do you see any sincerity in that?”
“I will suck it for you, Priest Ronin.”
“This is practically begging on your knees. Very well. Try it once.”
The stiff, swollen glans was right before me. I opened my mouth and swallowed the tip of his cock. It tasted salty. Even though I forced it deeper, I could only take half of it.
“Hmm.”
Perhaps my fellatio had been too lukewarm. He suddenly pulled his hips forward. I had been leaning against the wall and had nowhere to retreat.
“Kuhk… khk.”
His cock drove deep into my throat and cut off my breath. The long shaft stabbed into my esophagus, making it hurt. It kept prodding my uvula, forcing me to gag.
“Do it properly.”
Slurp. Slurp.
Even while feeling like I would suffocate, I desperately licked and sucked his cock. I didn’t want to receive any more punishment. Sucking a man’s cock was far preferable. I sucked with everything I had.
It was a merciless irrumatio. After several minutes, he pulled his cock from my mouth with a wet pop. Then he immediately slapped me across the face.
“Pathetic.”
Ha. Fuck. How was I supposed to know how to suck cock? If the Saintess was good at sucking cock, wouldn’t that be the real problem?
I felt humiliated. But the reason my body was trembling wasn’t solely from the humiliation. It was because of the incubus’s pheromones. They were turning even the pain into pleasure. That was why I felt so empty.
Was I really getting off on something like this? I really had fallen to rock bottom.
“Kheluk… kheuk. A-anyway… that’s enough, right? I sucked it really hard.”
He smiled brightly and took out a key. He then unlocked the handcuffs around my wrists. So he did keep his promises after all.
“……Aren’t you going to remove the shackles?”
Ronin did not unlock the fetters around my ankles. Why was he only freeing my arms?
“Now, try to seduce me.”
What?
“If you can move my heart, I will end the punishment here.”
……Fuck.