Soul Incineration
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Natsuki Hana’s slender yet firmly toned arms and legs were bound tight. While she had been unconscious, her wrists had been tied behind her head and her legs forced apart in a wide ‘M.’ Yet her face showed no shame whatsoever. Instead, her eyes burned with pure, seething rage.
I flicked the short cigarette butt into the ashtray, exhaled a long plume of smoke, and walked straight into the heart of that fury.
“To think a Saintess even the organization failed to detect has infiltrated from within. Is this your irregularity? How utterly trivial. How boringly monkey-like. Don’t get cocky just because you caught one pawn. I am nothing more than that person’s long-term piece. You and every Saintess you own will be sliced apart by their blade.”
Smack—!
“You talk too much.”
I shook off my stinging hand, dragged the chair in front of her, and sat down. Even after the slap, Hana’s expression didn’t flicker. She simply let out a soft, mocking snort.
“Let me ask you one thing. Until I revealed myself, you thought I was just a civilian, right? So why did you send that message threatening a civilian’s family?”
“It was to make you pay for the blasphemy and insults you hurled at Lady Harumu’s sacred body. Compared to the humiliation she endured, your fear is nothing.”
“You… you really—!!”
“Noa. Quiet.”
“Y-yes…”
Noa, who knew exactly what the word Incineration meant when it left my mouth, tried to swallow her rage and read the room. But her shout brought me no comfort and did nothing to extinguish the fire in my chest.
I had truly believed, for a moment, that I had lost my mother and father. Yet this woman, Natsuki Hana, had inflicted that terror on me and then brazenly declared that the fear I felt was insignificant compared to the humiliation Yumekawa Harumu had suffered.
I pulled out my last cigarette, lit it, ran a hand through my hair, and fell silent.
“………”
“Are you planning to turn me into a Saintess? Unfortunately for you, it won’t go as you wish. We who serve Lady Harumu have made every preparation in case we are converted. Even if you make me a Saintess, you will only bring that person’s sword closer to your own throat. Give up.”
“………”
“Hehe… Still, it is a shame. I wanted to witness Lady Harumu’s successful coming-of-age ceremony with my own eyes. And… I regret not actually killing the parents who gave birth to the great sinner known as the Mask’s Owner…”
Bang!
The air itself shuddered. The chair toppled backward. Before I realized it, I was on my feet, my hand trembling as it clenched a fistful of Hana’s hair.
“………”
“What’s wrong? Were you going to say your parents knew nothing? Does that erase their sin? The crime of bringing filth like you into the world. The crime of raising it.”
“M-Master…”
Noa’s voice shook with fear as she watched me. Even with her hair seized, Hana showed no terror. She simply looked down at me and—
“Ptui… Why don’t you all just die nicely together? You trash monkey family.”
She spat on my cheek and grinned.
She had crossed the final line.
“Thanks to you, I finally figured it out. I spent a long time wondering how I could make you sob and break down. This seems like the best method after all.”
I wiped the hot, filthy liquid from my cheek with my sleeve and smiled. I picked up the mask I had left on the table, tossed it onto the bed, then approached Hana and ripped away the stockings and panties covering her crotch.
Her pussy was cleaner and more neatly groomed than I had expected. Yet Hana’s expression still didn’t change. She simply snorted again and glared at me.
“As expected, that’s all a creature ruled by lust can come up with. How pathetic.”
“You’re right. Lust is filthy and vulgar.”
“…..?”
The stream of contempt and mockery pouring from Hana’s mouth suddenly stopped. She narrowed her eyes at the unexpected object I had retrieved from the corner of the room.
“…Panties?”
“Yeah. They belong to someone else… I hope you like them.”
“Wait, what are you— mmph?!”
The panties Haemi and Yunsol had forgotten to take when they left room 402. I shoved the two Saintesses’ worn underwear into Hana’s mouth and pressed them over her face.
“Mmph?! Mmm—!!”
“You’re misunderstanding something. I’m apparently a little different from the Mask’s Owner you all knew.”
The various irregularities that even Isabel and Noa had feared—my one and only weapon. I decided to give this woman, who still didn’t understand the danger, a taste.
“Nngh…! Hng—!! Mmm, haa…♡”
The eyes that had been filled with hostility melted into a hazy glaze. Her rough breathing turned sweet. A deep flush spread across Hana’s cheeks. The cause was obvious: the two Saintesses’ panties sealing her mouth and nose.
The faint, lingering scent of Saintess—thick with the fragrance that could boil any human’s lust—saturated the fabric. With it stuffed in her mouth and pressed to her nose, the effect hit her almost instantly.
Her tightly closed pussy began to twitch and drool a single thick bead of nectar. Her clit, which had been hiding, peeked out and trembled. Beneath her thick shirt, her nipples stiffened into sharp peaks.
“Mmph, ku… ngh…?!♡”
Hana glared at me with eyes that asked what the hell I had done to her. I stubbed out the finished cigarette, approached her slowly, and—
Thud—!
“Khhegh—?!♡”
I drove my fist deep into her lower belly. Hana thrashed obscenely, her face finally twisting as she wailed. The impact to her womb triggered a violent spray from her pussy and made her hips buck wildly.
This bitch had just cum from a gut punch.
Her body, thoroughly marinated in the Saintess scent, had converted pain into pleasure. I peeled the soaking panties away from her mouth and nose as she continued to dribble.
“H-how… my body… what the hell…♡ did you do…!”
“I doubt a perverted monkey who cums from a hit to her womb would understand even if I explained it.”
“You son of a bitch…!!”
Natsuki Hana’s eyes blazed as she raised her voice. I planted my foot on her lower belly, right above her womb, and pressed down hard.
“Hiiighk?!”
“I was originally going to turn you into a Saintess and use you for all sorts of things, but I’ve decided to change the order. I want you to tell me how it feels to be fucked by the monkey you looked down on so much.”
“What…? Wait, you can’t possibly—!!”
I lifted my foot from her belly, stripped off my pants, and laid my rock-hard cock on top of her drenched pussy.
“N-no…! Anything but that!! It’s the virginity I protected for Lady Harumu, for her sake…! To have it soiled by filth like you right in front of me—!!”
“Exactly. That’s what I want.”
To make her watch her own body being defiled through human eyes. What I was about to do wasn’t sex. It was simply an act to brand her with shame.
I stuffed the panties back into her mouth in case she tried to bite her tongue, then rubbed my glans against her entrance.
“Mmmmmmph!! Mmph!!”
“It’s okay. Even if it’s your first time, it’ll feel good. Here—”
Schlick!
“Huuuogh?!♡ Ah…”
“See?”
I split apart the tight, resistant flesh and drove straight up into her womb. Hana’s eyes filled with tears as her body convulsed, her most precious place violated in an instant. The twitching membranes clamped down on me. I had seen everything her perverted, virgin-losing body had to offer.
I pulled my cock, now smeared with a mix of blood and slick, out of her. The moment I removed the panties from her mouth, a scream tore free.
“You bastard!! I will definitely kill you!! How dare you—how dare you defile the body I offered to Lady Harumu…!! Throwing it away like trash on the street… so easily…!! I’ll kill you… A monkey bastard like you, I will definitely—!!”
“You really do have a filthy mouth and terrible hysteria. Definitely not my type. My taste runs more toward modest, cute girls—like that Harumu woman.”
“…What? What are you even saying… Don’t tell me you’re after Lady Harumu…? Ha, kuhuhu…!! That is absolutely impossible!! The only ones allowed by Lady’s side are women of the family. She only meets outsiders when carrying out the family’s missions! You are her enemy… The blade that cuts down the Mask’s Owner without hesitation will never allow a man to approach her!!”
“I have no idea what you’ve been babbling about this whole time. I never planned to approach her in the first place. I know it’s dangerous. That’s why I need you. I don’t want the noisy, annoying core. Just the shell.”
I lifted the mask, ignoring Hana as she spat tears and fanatical loyalty. I would use her own hand to drag down the woman she loved and served—Yumekawa Harumu. Then I would erase her from this world so she could neither see, hear, nor stop any of it. I would leave her alone in an empty void, forced to watch Harumu’s corruption. This was the price Natsuki Hana would pay for insulting my precious people.
“Shell…? What are you talking about…?”
“Incineration. It’s one of the characters written on the back of the mask.”
I rubbed the faintly glowing word with my finger. The back of the mask erupted in jade-green flames. It was the cruelest character of all—the one placed on Saintesses or humans who had committed grave sins, burning only the soul in a living cremation. A soul consumed by these flames would never return. The body left behind became nothing more than a meat puppet. In other words, it was a way to steal a life without anyone ever noticing.
Using this on Natsuki Hana would make me a murderer. That was why I had hesitated to use it. Yet ironically, she herself had taught me the necessity.
“…I got lucky today. If I stay passive, I really could lose everything…”
Not just thinking about hiding from threats, but actively seeking them out and removing them. I could not show mercy to someone who had already threatened me and the people I held dear. I could not repeat the regret I felt after losing Isabel. And I could not forgive Natsuki Hana.
“…Flames on the mask…? Wait, what is that…!! You’re not seriously going to put that on me… are you…?”
“…………”
I stared quietly at Hana’s eyes, now clouded with dread, and slowly approached.
“Tell me what happens if you use that! Answer me!! Haa, haa…! Don’t come any closer!!”
Hana thrashed far more violently than when she had lost her virginity. She must have instinctively realized that wearing the mask now would endanger not only herself but Lady Harumu as well. Blood trickled from her wrists where the ropes had cut into her skin, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“I don’t know the details, but apparently the sensation of your soul burning is supposed to feel better than anything else. I guess it’s the mask’s way of showing consideration—letting you taste supreme pleasure on your way out…”
“What have you been saying this whole time…! Can you actually read the characters on the mask?! Burning the soul… and my shell…? What happens to me…?”
“You don’t have to worry about pain, and I’ll make good use of the body that’s left behind… All you have to do is die.”
Only then did Hana’s face drain of all color as she finally understood what Incineration—the death of the soul—truly meant. She would vanish without a trace, and the shell she left behind would become my plaything. And she finally realized that I intended to use that shell to target Lady Harumu, the woman she valued more than her own life.
“No… no, please… No!! I was wrong! I’m sorry for acting so arrogantly!! I’m sorry for insulting you!! So please, turn me into a Saintess instead!! I don’t want Incineration!! No, I don’t want to die!! I’ll become a Saintess and serve you…! Please, at least spare Lady Harumu…!!”
She had realized the only way out of this situation was to beg in utter humiliation. That becoming a Saintess with her will intact was the lesser evil compared to becoming an empty shell. But it was too late.
“Sounds like monkey talk.”
“Kyaaaaaah!! Noooooooo!!! No—!!”
The jade-green flames consumed her soul in an instant.
Supreme pleasure surged through every nerve as her very existence was erased.
Only an empty shell remained.
I pressed the mask, wreathed in emerald fire, onto Hana’s tear- and snot-streaked face.
The moment the flickering flames transferred to the woman named Natsuki Hana—
“Nghiiiiiighk?!♡ Ooooghhoooohk?!♡♡”
Her waist arched violently. Her entire body convulsed like a mad animal as she sprayed violently from her pussy. The room grew brighter as the flames intensified alongside her choking screams.
“……”
Noa’s face had gone deathly pale. Her shoulders trembled. As a Saintess, she understood the meaning and terror of the Incineration punishment better than anyone. She watched the blazing soul of the woman before her while carefully observing her enraged Master.
“Kuh, hegh…♡ Haa, kuh… Haru… mu… Lady…… …Hooock♡”
The flames gradually died down. The female body slumped limply onto the chair. Black smoke rose in thin curls, but strangely there was no smell of burning flesh. From the mouth that had been screaming in near-ecstatic agony came no sound at all. I approached the body, which still twitched faintly from the lingering heat, and removed the mask.
“Natsuki… Hana?”
“…………………………………………”
What stared back at me was a woman with glowing jade-green eyes and a tongue of the same color. Her eyes had lost the light that any human—or Saintess—should possess. They were hollow voids that did not blink even when sweat dripped into them. Only the empty shell of the woman once called Natsuki Hana remained, dangling loosely on the chair.
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