The Most Obscene Way to Break Mental Domination

Of the twelve weapons Antares wields, the most lethal is undoubtedly the Scorpio halberd.

Slashing, thrusting, hooking and throwing an opponent off balance with its many varied motions is troublesome enough on its own — and on top of that, it vents a deadly venom.

And it's also the only weapon that has never had a soul sealed inside it.

What a hopelessly self-sacrificing, guilt-ridden person she is.

She handed over every weapon that held her children's souls, and walked into the abyss clutching nothing but a single empty halberd.

"Give me your blood! I — I will rule this land once more!"

"Shut up. Antares is far too good a woman to be wasted on the likes of you."

I twisted my body sideways, evading the halberd as it drove in toward my abdomen.

Antares squared the blade upright and carried the attack through with a horizontal sweep.

"Ngh! You've got to be—!"

CLANG—!

I hastily caught the halberd on my executioner's axe, but the tremendous impact shook my entire body.

"Even corrupted, your skill hasn't dulled one bit, has it?"

Without a word of reply, Antares manipulated her weapon with exquisite precision. The hook of the halberd locked perfectly onto the haft of my axe, and with monstrous strength, the axe was torn clean from my grip.

In an ordinary duel, that single instant of opening would surely have decided life or death.

"Dance, maiden."

But I still had ten more weapons sleeping in my bracelet.

The instant I spoke the word of command, a rapier was pressed into my hand, pierced through Antares's opening, and punched a hole clean through her shoulder.

"Ugh!"

"Ha... what is wrong with that regeneration speed?"

The moment I withdrew the rapier, the hole in her body had already begun knitting itself shut.

But to me, weapons are merely a supplementary means of filling the gaps. The real work lies elsewhere.

"Sweep down, O light of heaven, in a single surge."

As I released the divine power I had been channeling into one hand, white flames engulfed the ground in its entirety.

Holy Fire burns away the blessings of any other god — so in theory, the Colossus's blessing upon Antares should have been erased.

"Hahh... hahh..."

"So this is the difference when the Colossus descends in person. Still, it's quite a sight, isn't it?"

Her regeneration remained as potent as ever, but Antares's clothing — already barely covering anything — had burned away completely.

And so her beautiful naked form was laid entirely bare before the world, without even a shred of concealment.

Seriously, how is she this pretty and this sexy?! We're in the middle of a fight and I can't stop thinking about it!!

The person I love is swinging a weapon at me in the nude.

Worse, every time she moves, certain parts of her sway with absolutely nothing to resist them.

A desire that must never, ever surface mid-battle keeps blooming in my head.

Focus. I have to end this fight before I can do anything at all.

Steeling myself, I fixed my gaze on Antares's face.

Truthfully, every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠other part of her was so shamelessly seductive that her face was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about the only place I could look without my heart hammering.

"...Hm?"

Antares's cheeks were flushed deep red.

Corroded by the Colossus to the point of losing her sanity — and yet apparently still embarrassed about being naked.

The moment I realized it, a laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

Until this very moment, I had imagined the worst possible scenarios a countless number of times.

What would I do if she became nothing but a hollow shell, transmuted into something else entirely?

"Pfft—"

"Have you truly gone mad after two years? What in the world are you laughing at?"

What a pointless worry it had been.

Antares may be kind, but she was never a woman without poison in her.

"I'll free you soon enough, Antares."

"You speak a wish that will never be granted."

Antares clamped the halberd beneath her armpit, taking the stance of a knight charging in a tournament lance.

A moment later her wings beat wide, and her body became a single arrow, launched at blinding speed.

"O marksman, take aim!"

The rapier scattered motes of light and returned to my bracelet. In the same breath, above my empty hand appeared a greatbow longer than I am tall, and a single, ponderously heavy arrow.

I nocked the arrow and drew the string back with all my strength.

Feeling the taut tension of the bow and the weighty heft of the arrow against my fingertips, I overlaid its point with Antares's body.

"Your heart belongs to me!!"

"And may your will dwell within this arrow."

A world of no-self, where Antares's voice, the shriek of her cutting through the air — even the sound of my own heartbeat — ceased to exist.

I poured every last drop of my divine power into that single arrow.

"And so shall it be done."

The moment the halberd's edge closed to within a hair's breadth of my face, the bowstring left my fingers.

TWAAANG! THWOK—!!

"GRAAAAAGH!"

The spiraling arrow split the wind and bored a second hole through Antares's shoulder.

A shockwave erupted, spraying torn flesh and blood in every direction — and among it all was one of Antares's arms.

"O light, bind her!"

CRRRRRASH! CHING!

Not letting the opening slip, I squeezed out my final reserves of divine power.

Chains of light poured in from all sides, coiling around Antares's whole body and binding her fast.

"Heh... heh. I regenerate, endlessly. When your divine power reaches its limit, you will kneel before me in the end."

"Before that happens, I'll erase you and bring Antares back. That's all."

"Useless. This woman has already surrendered to me completely. Do you truly believe a mortal flesh can withstand the will of a god?"

"You're not even a real god, and yet you never shut up."

Humanity is the thing that, even gifted with reason, still drowns in emotion.

Which means the most effective way to counter mental domination is to shake those emotions.

She couldn't hide her shame even while corrupted — so targeting her sense of humiliation would be the most potent approach.

"Antares. Come back to your senses."

"Do you imagine such words will bring this woman back? You are the only fool who has ever attempted to undo my control with something as childish as friendship or love—"

"I want to drink your breast milk, Antares."

"—Urk?!"

Devastatingly effective. Even so, I hadn't expected it to hit this hard.

"What... what did you just say? Wait... why is this woman waking up?"

"I saw everything, you know. I saw you kneeling, squeezing your chest to fill a wooden pail with your milk. And I saw you drooling down below, leaking so much you made a puddle on the floor."

"How did you— SILENCE! Do not let something so trivial fluster you!!"

"You've even drunk your own milk in front of me before, haven't you? Come to think of it, weren't you sucking on your own breast right in front of me, over and over?"

Antares's face turned redder than flame, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

As her emotions surged like a violent sea, the Colossus — like a rider on a runaway horse — lost its grip on her by the second.

"Tell me. Have you been milking yourself properly all this time? I'd wager you've been offering it up to the Colossus as tribute."

"Th-that's..."

"It's all right. From now on, I'll squeeze out so much with my own hands that you'll forget how much two years' worth even was. Every single day, I'll knead and suckle at your lewd, milky breasts, Antares."

"P-Paula... please, stop..."

Endure the embarrassment. It's all for Antares's sake, after all.

And honestly... it's a little fun, too.

"Shall we have a look at these breasts, then?"

Facing the tightly bound Antares, I took hold of her breasts.

"I take it there wasn't time to milk yourself today? They're incredibly heavy."

Whispering obscene words into her ear, I slowly caressed Antares's breasts with my hand.

From her nipples — already stiff and swollen — droplets of milk were beginning to bead and leak, one by one.

"They say if you play with a nipple often enough it becomes an erogenous zone all its own — that you can come from that alone."

"Paula! Snap out of it! Stop this — stop rampaging, I say!! You wretched— th-that just now was, that is to say—!"

"The nipple that moaned so obscenely as it milked itself beside the bed of a sleeping stranger... I'd say it's even more sensitive than your clitoris, wouldn't you?"

I raked my fingernail across the top of Antares's pink nipple.

Slowly, without pressing — as if deliberately denying it true contact.

"AHHHHEEEEEE♡ P-Pauwaaaah♡"

"Does it feel good? To be captured by the child you raised, and have your nipples fondled while you're utterly helpless?"

With my tongue, I licked along her ear, letting her hear every slick, wet sound.

My hand moved slowly but never stopped, continuing to tease her nipples with feather-light touches.

"NnnhAAAH♡ I'm, I'm too sensitive right now! I h-hate showing you this side of meeeeh!♡♡—"

"But I've already seen everything, haven't I? Antares?"

For just a moment — only as long as it took me to speak — I stilled my fingers.

So that, lost as she was in pleasure, she wouldn't miss a single word of this humiliating speech.

"I saw you milking your breasts. All of it."

And the instant the words left my mouth, I seized her nipple and gave it a rough twist.

"AHHUUUGGGGH?!♡♡ No! I'm, I'm going to—♡ I hate thiiiis♡!!"

"I wonder... do you prefer it twisted to the right, Antares... or to the left? How delightful. Learning your beloved's preferences — there's nothing quite like it."

"N-no don't♡ Don't twist it that way! My, my milk is goooing to—?!!♡♡"

"A long, slow wrench to the left...♡"

The moment I yanked hard to the right, then reversed direction in one motion and wrenched it to the left, Antares arched her back violently against my chest.

"NGHOOOOOH?!♡♡ My nipple's coming offff!♡"

From between her legs, and from her nipple, two different liquids erupted like fountains.

One was clear and transparent, carrying a faint scent of roses; the other, the sweet, rich fragrance of milk.

"AHHHEEEEEE♡ No more... I can't...♡"

The instant she released her final flood, a dark-crimson, formless mist burst from Antares's body.

"Come here."

Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT ALL!! With a method this vulgar — me!! ME, of all people!!

I seized the crimson mist in my grasp and compressed it with divine power.

Like pouring water into a bucket with no bottom, the moment my divine power reached out, it sank into the mist and vanished.

"Is that the extent of your last words?"

Divine power is an infinite force.

Because drawing upon too much will destroy a believer's body, one uses only what one can bear.

"Today, I think I'll push just a little past that limit."

HMMMMMMMM—!!

I forcibly summoned even more divine power, past the reserves ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I had already drained to their limit.

A pain that began as a headache spread through my entire body.

Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, and from my nose, a warm sensation streaming down my skin.

But I didn't stop. Using agony as kindling to feed a fire — I had done it more times than I could count over these two years.

"You've had Antares all to yourself for two whole years! So stop being greedy and vanish forever!!"

In a flash, the sphere of divine power — compressed to its absolute limit — warped, then exploded, spilling light in every direction.

The last thing I saw was that beautiful sight, like a meteor shower raining down — and then I lost consciousness.

The instant the blinding light burst and Paula lost consciousness, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the chains of light binding my body vanished.

"Paula!!"

Struggling to control a body that staggered like an infant taking its first steps, I ran toward Paula.

None of my wounds were serious. The only thing threatening her life was the overload of divine power.

The same symptoms as when I first met her. Which meant the treatment would be the same as well.

"Paula. Please, wake up."

I pressed my nipple into Paula's mouth, and with one hand cradling her head, I kneaded my breast.

The nipple quickly let down my milk, wetting the inside of Paula's mouth. But her body didn't stir so much as an inch.

"Don't die. I can't lose you too. Please..."

Had I truly pushed myself too far, just to erase the Colossus completely? Or was my fate nothing but an endless chain of loss?

"I can do anything for you now — so why... why is it always you who leaves me first...!"

The moment tears spilled down my cheeks—

"And just who... is leaving whom first...!"

A voice rose from beneath my chest.

"Paula! You're — you're awake? Is your body all right? Aside from overdrawing your divine power, there's nothing wrong, is there?"

"Just one question. Just one... seriously."

Paula gave an embarrassed little laugh and pushed herself upright.

Her eyes met mine, and a moment later she pulled me into a fierce embrace.

"I told you, didn't I. To trust me."

"Thank you for staying alive... really... thank goodness. *sniff*...!"

"But you know, Antares?"

Paula whispered into my ear once more.

"That thing you said — about being able to do anything for me. You meant it, right?"