Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Ian Fucked Live
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Real-time Ian fucked.
Fundamentally, 'magical tools' imbued with holy power have clear limitations.
The stronger one's faith, the more their effects are maximized—which makes it no easy task to infuse that power into an object.
For example, even the Highest Priest's Falling Fate spell varies wildly in power depending on the user. Sometimes, it can even obliterate a legion commander.
'Well... compared to that, what I'm using now is just a cheap trick.'
That said, it's not like holy power can't be contained at all.
Put holy water inside, condense it with mana, and boom—that's holy power.
"Kyaaahhh?! W-What... is this...?!"
"T-That puny magical tool blocked our technique...?"
I watched the succubi stare blankly at their demonic arts being 'annihilated' by holy power, their faces etched with panic.
'This bumps the output way up, too.'
It's not pure mana, but a whole new concept: holy power. So it won't stretch time like I did with that dragon.
But for crushing succubi and the like, this was more than enough.
In the end, only two of the succubi who had infiltrated the village underground remained.
After dealing with the last one, I turned my eyes... and there she was.
A succubus emerging from the shadows, finally showing her upper body as if she'd just mustered the will to fight. She flashed a smile.
"What~? You knew I was here from the start?"
-Swish.
Black hair, tanned skin. Golden locks cascading down to her waist.
My gaze drifted downward involuntarily, revealing skin as white as snow in stark contrast to the rest—bare and exposed.
Having shed her top, the succubus's body released alluring pheromones in every direction, carrying a sweet, intoxicating scent.
Like fruit dripping with honey.
Her curves were breathtaking, perfectly befitting her succubus heritage. The pale flesh gleaming against her black bra, the nearly nude lower half sheathed in sheer, translucent stockings—it was a seductive pose that automatically stirred any man's heart. The textbook succubus image.
Wide hips, a cinched waist, heavy breasts forming a body like an hourglass. Designed for easy childbirth, smooth sailing all the way.
And she had that gal look, to boot.
With every step, her exposed skin and springy texture drew closer, right up to me.
'...This one's way stronger than she looks.'
Should I pretend to fall for her seduction?
The reason her charms didn't work on me was simple.
This bitch was a chicken coop.
Virgins only for me.
Unaware or uncaring of my gaze, she tossed her head, flashing what she thought was a seductive smile.
Then, contrary to expectations of some spell or ploy, she drew a sword in one hand and closed in right to my face.
"How about becoming my man? Guys who can craft toys like this aren't exactly common. If I report you upstairs, they'll hand you over easy. Or are maids more your taste? I could role-play once in a while... hehe."
She lowered her stance slightly, pressing her impressive breasts against my abdomen as she looked up from below.
"What do you say? Your exploits are famous even among us. You tamed a dragon with demonic power, right? Share that secret, and... we could do it right here, no holds barred."
A familiar sensation.
...Sub-G cup.
At that instant,
????? The action you are about to take is directly linked to your life.
????? Final Boss (Yuria) detects this.
A tiny holy power bomb, shaped like a coin.
Calculated to buy a few minutes if it hit her face.
But time slowed.
The primer slowly ignited, the bang rising—I raised my arm to match... but what I saw in that gap?
The succubus smirked like 'Oh, really?' and casually snatched the bomb barehanded.
Realistically, grabbing an explosion in vision slowed tenfold with one hand? That was Yuria-level insanity.
"...!"
I scrambled into a defensive stance for follow-ups, but I couldn't move in her world like she could.
'Fucked.'
She'd probably anticipated her seduction failing from the start. That's the top thing to watch for with succubi—and the most infamous.
Dream demons who delve into human minds and lay them bare. Rachel had warned me plenty about that ability.
And as my thoughts raced to a close, she lightly crushed the magical tool, shards raining to the floor.
...Shit, it was supposed to blow.
Grabbing a grenade barehanded and stopping the blast? What kind of moronic bullshit is that.
Precisely: she'd instantly erased the exploding holy power with demonic energy.
No run-of-the-mill upper demon could pull that off.
"Ow, that stings."
She giggled, surprised only at a bit of scraped skin on the surface.
"...Not even from the Holy Kingdom, yet you pull tricks like this? A mere human."
She seemed thrilled that I'd actually hurt her.
But.
"Ahh, now I want you even more.
I'll slowly~ kidnap you and drain that overflowing lust. Sound good?"
Scoffing, she regenerated the wound in a flash and fixed her gaze on me.
The air grew heavy, her aura shifting.
I swung my loosely gripped longsword sharply—it sliced her shoulder.
"...Kuh."
Her pose oozed coquettish charm, flaunting her bouncy body. Nice to watch, hell to be on the receiving end.
After a few clashes, her smile grew smugger, cheeks flushing.
Like she'd found a fun toy after ages.
"I smash worthless mutts to pulp. But you... I want to keep."
...Why do all the dangerous women flock to me?
And then, my vision blurred.
Not basic fatigue—something else entirely.
This is...
'...Hallucination?'
My breathing ragged. Legs weakening by the second.
Fuck me. Coating your sword with aphrodisiac normal thinking?
"Promise to be mine now~, and I won't do anything too harsh."
She withdrew her sword, shifting to a leisurely stance, and lifted my chin.
The moment I saw it, heat surged through me.
Resistance impossible.
This wasn't like before. Even if willpower shook it off, this sealed other senses with special magic—pain was the only wakeup call, but...
With limbs pinned, no resisting.
Her eyes gleamed like a predator atop prey.
...One way out.
Just accept it.
"...Fine, whatever."
With half-lidded eyes, I muttered it. Pleased, she yanked me into an embrace.
Debuffs too deep for resistance.
Mana wouldn't cycle—she was sure of it.
Confirmed: no cards left.
Yet her decadent, overflowing allure and the firm body I tasted felt sinful.
"Hehe, how's it feel? A succubus's touch. No man's fully savored my body—those who even glimpsed it died. Wanna taste?"
That's the idea.
Get the jealous murder machine pissed enough to wreck her harder.
Her torn stockings revealed pale inner thigh, glowing in moonlight.
Honest take: killer backside.
"Hng~, a human... resisting a succubus's charm this much. Honestly, impressive."
"...What?"
"Normally, you'd be puddling on the floor. You're fine, though? Even that last hero withered away—hilarious sight..."
She smiled, long tongue sliding her index and middle fingers into her mouth.
In that instant.
"Come here—Guhk?!"
Her words cut to a groan. Inevitable.
A spear nailed her leg dead-center.
"...Oof, that looks painful."
Ian stood and gazed skyward.
????? Final Boss (Yuria)'s affection for target-race: Succubus pierces -300.
"...Found you, whore."
"What? I was about to hit the main house, and now an uninvited guest?"
The woman smiled leisurely and continued.
"...Main house?"
"Hm? You her lover or something?
Sorry~. She's mine already—can't yield. Once a man falls for my charm..."
"...You crossed that line?"
"Haha, obviously? What happens when young guys face a succubus pack."
Ian's expression hardened slightly.
...No, shit, don't say that—she'll misunderstand even more...
Behind the briefly silent woman, weapons floated up. Common trait: aura blades roaring like modern chainsaws.
Her shadowed face reflected only darkness.
"...So, you did it? If you've committed the deed..."
She slowly turned, sword aimed—the succubus's vision blanked momentarily.
A vampire held something odd.
"...Hold on, what's behind you."
The succubus's face stiffened by the second.
A black knight with limbs forcibly reattached. Unrecognizable without the armor—utterly mangled.
But she knew: her direct subordinate. Stronger than her...
The woman showed no scratches.
Conversely, he'd been wrecked—as seen.
Spears pierced everywhere, face twisted in agony. It dawned on the succubus: something far beyond expectations.
"I didn't notice at all.
That you'd progressed that far with Master...
Whatever. Kill you now. Punishment... hanging? No, just kill you over and over."
Yuria poised a thin dagger on her fingertip and slashed down—controlled demons poured out like they'd been waiting.
Demons flooded in.
"...Usually need this many?"
Stunned by the sheer numbers, but Yuria sidled up, lips to my neck, and whispered.
"Just educating a clueless bitch who crawled too high."
"..."
Did she need 1,500 demons?
My glance said it, but Yuria ignored it, sucking my blood from my neck to the end.
"She tried stealing Master from me.
And defiling Master with her filthy body."
"..."
"Her suffering like that... feels merciful to me."
Her words trailed off. Ian asked curiously.
"Yuria, jealous?"
"...No."
"Hm, then spare her life. Might be useful later."
"..."
Yuria fell silent.
She usually replied quick, but now she seemed flustered.
'Said it too late, huh.'
She came to kill. Telling her to spare? Odd, sure.
But her response flipped the prior one.
"I am jealous."
"...?"
"I said I am."
Yuria shoved me down.