Chapter 167
Chapter 167
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 167
Chapter Title: Behemoth - 1
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“Helga.”
I seized Helga’s wrist just as she reached to peel off the sticker clinging to her nipple. Her body jolted, and she gazed up at me with glazed eyes. A feverish breath slipped from between her lips.
“Y-Yes… Captain…”
Whether she was misinterpreting my actions in her favor or not, her body was inching closer. Her hips and sides twisted seductively. Droplets of water glistened more thickly along her neck and collarbone.
I yanked her other wrist as well. Overlapping them so the wrists crossed, I gripped the intersection firmly with my left hand. Helga yielded her wrists to me without a hint of resistance.
I raised my left hand high. Her arms followed naturally. As her forearms brushed past her sides, her breasts jiggled slightly.
Pressing my upper arms against both sides of her head so her palms faced outward in a full surrender pose, I bent her elbows back behind her head, positioning her hands near the nape of her neck. No resistance there either.
With her arms locked behind her neck in that surrender pose, her armpits were fully exposed, and the pose accentuated the stickers on her nipples and thrust her breasts forward.
The space between us had narrowed until her chest was mere inches from mine. Staring into those hazy eyes, I slowly advanced.
Helga backpedaled to match me. It wasn’t long before her rear bumped against the corridor window. Her eyes, now filled with desperate longing as if nothing else mattered, looked up at me.
With my left hand, I gripped her hands tightly against the back of her neck to keep them from slipping, pulling her into an embrace that rested her head near my shoulder. Helga obediently buried her face there.
To keep her gaze from wandering elsewhere, I reached back for the curtain behind her.
“Captain, hurry…”
Helga, her face pressed into my shoulder as she inhaled deeply, urged me on in a voice thick with arousal. I nodded vaguely and twisted the curtain into a rope.
Then I began binding her arms with it.
I looped it vertically once over the crossed wrists, ran it inside her elbows to her armpits, across her upper chest to the opposite armpit, wrapped around the inner elbow again, passed behind her neck.
Helga didn’t mind at all that I was tying her arms. If anything, she took advantage of the narrowed gap to push her lips toward mine. I tugged her wrists lightly to create distance.
Finally, I looped the curtain horizontally twice over the crossed wrists and, as she stubbornly tried to close in again, yanked it hard to tie the knot.
“…Huh?”
A puzzled sound escaped Helga’s lips as her wrists, shoulders, and elbows were suddenly bound tight.
Only then did she seem to grasp the situation, and she began squirming. But with no leverage to pull against and her arms in an awkward position that made proper use impossible, the curtain didn’t budge.
Even if she hung from it, her weight wouldn’t rip it free. How could she shake off a curtain thick enough to black out the bright midday corridor from outside?
If she could brace properly, maybe. But even for Helga, untying the knot in that pose—especially while her body burned with arousal—wouldn’t be easy.
As her body twisted this way and that, her prominently thrust-out breasts shook wildly in all directions. With only stickers covering her nipples, it was an incredibly erotic sight.
“Hah… hah…”
After struggling and letting out lewd moans for a while, Helga looked at me with half-tearful eyes. Her thighs twisted seductively, and her sweat-slicked body gleamed as a bonus.
“C-Captain… If you’re into tying me up first, you could’ve just said so beforehand…”
She still hadn’t fully snapped out of it. I sighed deeply and stepped back.
“Hold on just a bit. I’ll help you clear your head. If you push this any further, you won’t be able to face me afterward.”
“Huh? Wh-What? Captain? Captain? I’m all worked up right now—where are you going? You’re just gonna leave a perfectly ripe woman like this? For real? Captain? Captain?”
A pleading voice called from behind, but I ignored it. Clutching the Wingless Nightmare, I kicked open Cassandra’s door, slipped inside, and slammed it shut.
The desperate calls cut off abruptly. Like yanking the plug on a machine.
“Wow, you actually held back? Your self-control is no joke.”
Instead, an unfamiliar voice greeted me.
On the edge of an ornate, massive bed against the wall opposite the door I’d entered, a woman sat.
Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, a vivid pink. Far deeper than Claudia’s pale cherry-blossom shade—almost hot pink.
Her breasts were far larger than her head. Beyond impressive, they bordered on grotesque. Each one seemed the size of two heads.
Her waist was impossibly slender, her hips modestly flared, her thighs plump. A violently curvaceous figure sprang to mind.
Her outfit was absurd too. Less clothing, more like tattoos shaped to barely cover vital areas. It reminded me of the popes’ dresses.
One more eye-catching feature: a pair of horns sprouting from her head, and a slender tail swishing near her hips, tipped with a heart shape.
‘…Was there a character like that?’
I racked my brain, but Brenyx 4 had no boss with an appearance straight out of an adult game.
Nor could some specific NPC have been modded like this—no NPC could cause anomalies like that.
‘This is a problem.’
I frowned slightly.
Without knowing her original form, devising a counter was tough. Especially since she clearly wasn’t friendly.
“Who are you?”
“Who do I look like?”
The woman swished her heart-tipped tail. She even kneaded her breasts with both hands or stroked her lower belly lightly.
‘…A succubus?’
The thought hit me, but so did the impossibility—succubi only appeared as elite mobs in the Hell DLC.
Still, no harm in probing.
“You wouldn’t happen to be a succubus?”
“What? You’re comparing me to those low-class bitches? Waaah! That’s mean! I’m hurt!”
She brought her hands to her eyes with exaggerated gestures and tone. Sobs of “boo-hoo” followed. Crocodile tears from the start.
The act didn’t last. After a few seconds, she peeked through her fists, stuck out her tongue, and grinned.
“Not buying it, huh? As expected. Takes that much to stand here unfazed.”
“…”
The horns and tail screamed demon, but her altered appearance made identification hard. Boss or elite mob? Unclear.
Whatever she was, identifying her was priority one. As I searched my memory, she tilted her head at the Wingless Nightmare in my hand.
“But why the sword? Gonna fight me? For real? Hey, hey, if we’re fighting, let’s do something else instead. I’ll make it good for you. Promise. Plenty of enchanted girls around, right? They’re all yours. Deal?”
‘…Enchanted?’
I latched onto a hint amid her rapid-fire words. Enchantment. A demon nesting in the city, causing anomalies. Only one possibility.
“You… Behemoth?”
“Huh? Whoa! How’d you know? Am I that famous? Yay, you recognized me!”
The pink-haired woman bounced in place with joy. Her overwhelming breasts jiggled violently.
I was stunned despite guessing right.
‘…That’s really Behemoth?’
Behemoth was one of the bosses in the main story—a must-kill for the Holy Kingdom route.
Demon worshippers revive her, she overtakes an entire city, and the protagonist beheads her to save it.
Once she claims the city, all NPCs fall under ‘enchantment,’ becoming batteries drained of power.
Any with enough combat prowess to resist are brutally torn apart, their corpses piled in the central plaza.
Demons of lust like that usually bore names like Asmodeus or Lilith, so why Behemoth was a mystery.
They could’ve just used succubus as the race.
‘But in the game, enchantment didn’t make people go into heat.’
Why she was here was secondary—the enchanted people’s behavior was way off from the game.
Enchantment and Terror were polar opposites. Terror made NPCs flee in fear; enchantment drew them in.
And despite the grandiose name, it didn’t sexually arouse anyone. It just mesmerized them into dazed inaction.
Brenyx 4 wasn’t an eroge, after all. No reason for pointless mechanics like arousal from enchantment.
‘Too many inconsistencies.’
Like Terror, enchantment didn’t affect combatants.
Her revival was incomplete by lore, hence draining a city for sustenance—and why the player could kill her.
Though, considering the protagonist’s Hell rampage, she’d lose even fully revived.
‘But Helga seemed enchanted too.’
Unlike Nix’s Terror failing against the Black Night Knights.
Maybe someone modded it thinking ‘enchantment obviously means arousal.’
Not an impossible guess, which made it eerie.
“If you’re really Behemoth, then Cassandra’s weird behavior was all your doing?”
Cassandra had fixated on me sexually from our first meeting. After the rune dungeon, she’d even seduced me outright.
If that wasn’t her true nature but Behemoth’s influence, it made sense.
“Yup! You’re sharp, huh? I just gave her a tiny suggestion to keep the dirty fantasies flowing. Even if you’d jumped her, she’d hate it at first but soon be moaning ‘Oh! Yes! So good!’ with you. Excited yet?”
She shook her hips back and forth, mimicking moans, but got no reaction from me. Behemoth pouted.
“Tch. No fun. What kind of guy are you? Impotent?”
“Thanks for the concern, but I’ve already tested the equipment. Works fine.”
“Hmm… Really?”
A scarlet tongue flicked out to lick her lips before retreating. Her hot-pink eyes swept over my crotch.
“Then… can I test it too?”
“Be my guest.”
“For real?”
Her eyes sparkled. I pointed the Wingless Nightmare’s tip at her.
“You mean sliding something long and hard in and out of a woman’s body, right? Got something long and hard right here. Go ahead. Spread your legs.”
“Eek, something that big would kill me.”
A sly grin spread across Behemoth’s face.
“You know what charging a demon without holy power means, right? Means you wanna play with me forever?”
She smiled seductively. Demons only die to holy power; other damage regenerates fully. Natural reaction.
If I’d met her with a bloodied normal sword, I’d be dead—no chance.
But now was different.
“Forget everything and leave it to me. My hips are killer. You’ll taste heaven—huh? Wh-What? What the hell?”
Her eyes went wide. She’d witnessed the holy radiance bursting from the Wingless Nightmare. One half blazed with brilliant sunlight, the other with clear moonlight.
“You… you…!”
Behemoth shuddered. Clearly recognizing the sword brimming with holy power, she knew she no longer held total advantage.
I drew the holy catalyst from my waistband. Since learning Eclipse and Moon Eclipse, I carried the smallest one for portability.
Its size meant lower bonuses, but they didn’t matter to me anyway.
Other holy spells scaled with catalyst bonuses for damage, but Eclipses were enchants, scaling with my stats instead.
Portability was all that counted.
I pressed the catalyst to the crossguard’s upper edge of the Wingless Nightmare and slid it slowly toward the tip. A chill full moon gleamed along the blade.
Recognizing it, Behemoth’s face twisted in horror.
“That’s…! How can a worm like you wield that power!”
The coquettishness, playfulness—even demonic dignity—vanished.
Only a shrill, metallic gasp of shock and bloodshot eyes glaring murderously remained.
“Popes and I are tight. They gifted it.”
“No way! What would the Holy Kingdom’s popes lack to give something like that to trash like you!”
“Oh, that?”
I smirked.
“Told you. Already tested the performance.”
The clipped phrase conveyed plenty. Behemoth blanked out, then burst into mad laughter.
“Ha, hahaha! So that’s it? All that holier-than-thou crap, and those bitches are just cock-crazed sluts after all?”
She rose from the bed. Impressive sitting, but standing full-on, her figure seemed inhumanly extreme.
Though she wasn’t human anyway.
“One more reason to make you mine! I’ll train you into a body that can’t even get hard without me! Lick my toes and beg to cum—then show those bitches!”
A whip materialized in Behemoth’s right hand. Fortunately, the weapon matched the game. Model tweaked, but still a whip-wielding female boss. Good enough.
“True. No man would react to your real form anyway.”
“Shut up!”
Growling at me, Behemoth cracked the whip into empty air. It whistled sharply.
“Don’t be scared, come here, baby! I’ll show you heaven!”
“Isn’t heaven a bit much for a demon to promise?”
Her tattoos peeled away, leaving her effectively naked, and Behemoth charged me.