Chapter 61
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Deal
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"Perverted bitch."
"......"
Right in front of me was Ellen still there,
her face flushed bright red, not knowing what to do.
The world truly was fucked. I was reminded once again just how much of a clusterfuck of worthless maggot shits the church was.
To elevate and revere a deviant with such twisted fetishes to such a high position.
Then what about the other four? Exhibitionists, sadists, voyeurs, furries, or some shit like that?
The first and third ones were kinda hot,
but since I couldn't tell their genders, they were all equally repulsive for now.
"I should spread the word once I get out."
I muttered, stroking my chin.
"There's this pink-haired bishop bitch in the detention center, and she's actually......"
"Eek, mmph!"
Ellen jumped in shock and tried to cover my mouth.
I easily dodged by tilting my head back.
"What? Embarrassed by your noble fetish?"
"D-don't... Seriously, no. If that gets out, I'll really... get kicked out..... No, I won't be able to live......"
She clasped her hands together pleadingly, her face a picture of misery.
They say a position makes the person,
but the instinctive fear and pressure from the status gap that a slum-born slave brat's DNA felt had vanished completely once I learned her vulgar true nature.
And on top of that, the math already added up.
I had her weakness in my grasp.
And she couldn't do shit to me knowing that.
Didn't she say it herself?
That she wasn't the type to hurt people or cause them pain.
That she was a faithful apostle of the gods who only saved, redeemed, and healed, blah blah.
So, silence me by killing me with her connections? That would contradict her own beliefs, so no way in hell.
Or crank up the torture with the meat shop boys rubbing their dicks on her tits? Go ahead, bitch. The second I get out, I'll plaster posters everywhere.
Name, face, hair color, hometown, position—all of it,
even draw her pissing from her pussy and make it a Times Square billboard ad.
Visualizing the design filled me with surging confidence.
"Fine? Then grant my request."
I crossed my legs arrogantly and demanded it boldly.
"R-request?"
"Clear all my remaining duties. They're painful, and I don't want them."
"......"
Ellen bit her lip and rolled her eyes.
"......Is that blackmail?"
"Yeah. Blackmail. What're you gonna do? Kill me and shut me up?"
"......"
She seemed to ponder for a moment, then shook her head firmly.
"No. Priests don't yield to blackmail...... That's what I was taught."
"Can't be helped then. The second I get out, your true nature......"
"Ugh... W-wait... A d-deal! If it's a deal......"
She fidgeted with her fingers, glancing sideways,
and mumbled in a tiny voice.
"I could ask the uncles to skip it once...... Might work."
"Oh ho."
I crossed my arms and sneered.
"Sounds good to you? Didn't you say slaves survive better with their brains fucked up?"
"......White Wolf doesn't break like that anyway."
Ellen puffed her cheeks and grumbled.
"Reeducation doesn't work on you. No matter how painful... you just suffered,
but unlike other slaves, you didn't get scared or terrified.
That's why the uncles got competitive...... and went even harder."
"......Ah."
Fuck, that was it.
All that unwanted extra service because of my "eyes" or whatever.
You stupid bitch, shoulda said so sooner.
I could've at least pretended to go insane from the start.
This is so fucking unfair.
"......A-anyway! No blackmail, so... let's make it a deal."
Ellen cleared her throat awkwardly and changed the subject.
"I'll grant your request...... and White Wolf, you grant mine."
"Request?"
"Yeah. Research!"
Her eyes sparkled like she'd gotten labiaplasty or some shit.
"Actually, that's why I brought you here."
"......What, study my aura?"
"Um, sure, that's interesting too...... but something more important."
Ellen leaned her face forward and asked me,
"White Wolf, do you know?
That your body's recovery is way beyond normal humans."
"......Recovery? You mean after that shitty torture? That's 'cause you spam 'Heal heal heal!' and squirt pussy juice everywhere..."
"No... Nooo...! Not my healing!"
I furrowed my brow for a moment.
What the hell was this out of nowhere...
But thinking back, something clicked.
[No. Too fast.]
[Recovery.]
The burns and cuts from self-enslaving as payment.
From my back turning into shredded rags to fully healing clean, it took less than a week.
No potions slathered on or anything.
At best, cheap ointment massages and bandages from Baekrin a few times.
Setting aside it being good, the speed was unnaturally fast.
"Even during the torture...... your body reacted on its own."
"......Reacted?"
"Yeah. When bones break, sticky marrow fluid oozes out...
When muscles tear, thin threads emerge and tangle together?"
Her eyes glistened with excitement again.
"Like the body itself is freaking out, 'I don't wanna die!' 'Save me!'.
Regenerating at impossible speeds."
"......"
"It was... amazing. Something that can't happen in a normal human body."
Ellen gesticulated wildly in the air, ranting.
Like a mecha otaku geek explaining giant robots' combo sex scenes or
the killer joint gimmicks on a new Gundam model.
Spitting as she excitedly blabbed away.
"So it wriggles like that...! Before I could even touch, they strain to reconnect...!"
"......"
Honestly, I had no clue what she was saying.
Fluid? Threads?
I cut her off, frowning.
"You're no modern med PhD, how do you know that shit?"
"......Modern? What?"
"Fuck... Whatever, how do you know my body does that?"
"Why wouldn't I? I saw it."
Ellen tilted her head like it was obvious.
"You see everything just by looking?"
I snorted in disbelief.
"While my body's sliced and diced, spraying blood everywhere,
you see fluid or threads or whatever in the mess?"
No suction for blood in that primitive place,
no magnifying lenses or microscopes.
Yet this click-healing "god's miracle" bitch acts like an ER trauma surgeon.
So I pressed her, and
"Well...... I see it."
She pointed to her eyes with two fingers.
"That's the eye Lord Luminous granted me."
"......Eye?"
"Yeah. Called the 'Eye of Providence'."
She shrugged proudly,
"I can peer clearly beyond skin: wriggling muscles, solid bones... even tiny blood vessels.
And the divine power or mana flowing inside, much clearer than others."
"......Holy shit."
"So when I cast healing, I don't just blanket it. I see each torn vessel, each severed muscle fiber?
And precisely connect, mend, repair them with my eyes."
Not just proud—she beamed innocently boasting.
"Uses barely any divine power, but way better results! I can heal a hundred, two hundred times over!"
"Yeah yeah, got it. You're awesome, now shut up."
"Eh...? No, I'm not saying I'm great or anything... just......"
What a fucking chatterbox.
Classic trait of niche-fetish otakus.
Quiet and introverted usually, but hit their specialty and they explode,
you ask 1, they spew 10, 20. Selective too-much-talkers.
Fig-jizz vs heel-cum. Same shit. Past life or here, otakus don't change.
Anyway, now I got it.
Why she always shoved her face close during torture.
Blood spraying like a broken chocolate fountain from my body,
staining her always-white priest robes red or not,
that creepy gaze practically burying her face.
Not to ogle my handsome pained face,
but to spectate the real-time regenerating cross-sections of my flesh and muscles (per her).
[What do I do... Haah, what? Doesn't it hurt?]
Her panting breaths were 'cause her heal-slut hole itched to fix me.
She'd heal others solo, but her brain was an incurable pervert case.
"Enough bullshit... So, what research?"
"Obviously!"
Ellen clasped her hands, eyes sparkling.
"Research on White Wolf's body!"
"......"
"I want to dig deep, examine every nook and cranny!"
"......Ha."
Research on my body.
Dig deep, every nook?
"So that's it after all."
I tilted my head sideways.
"Start now?"
"......Uh, yeah?"
Ellen blinked dumbly.
"S-sure, I'm good anytime."
"Doesn't matter to me. Your face ain't ugly—decently pretty even."
"......Yeah?"
I stood up.
Grabbed the sides of my sackcloth pants, ready to drop.
"But it's not ready yet."
Flopped 'em down.
Behold the heavy, plump flaccid cock.
"So suck it hard first."
I'll pound her 'deep' as requested.
......
For now,
I pulled the pants back up.
"Lowly perv! Pervert! How does your mind even go there?!"
Having glimpsed my non-combat dick size, her face turned apple-red shy,
and she shrieked.
I replied indifferently.
"You said you wanna research my body. Between man and woman, what's more than that?"
You said it first, leading to misunderstanding.
Wanna dig every nook deep.
This squirting slut suddenly says that in my face,
natural for a healthy gentleman to think,
'Oh, not enough with healing, now she wants my cock too!'
Calling me to her room daily 'cause her soggy gash wants pounding—logical deduction.
"Not sex, obviously!! I said it earlier!!"
Ellen stomped frustrated.
"White Wolf, your insane 'regeneration'! That's what intrigues me! Why, the source!"
"Hmm, right."
"Too weird to be natural! Feels like some other power... A-anyway, pure academic curiosity!"
Tears welled in her indignant eyes as she yelled.
Seeing this was ridiculous.
"Why're you mad? I flashed first."
"Wh-what......?"
"Think. Did you flash tits or pussy? Shame's on me, why play victim?"
I crossed arms, chin up.
"And it's unfair now. One-sided show ain't right, right?"
"Th-that's your misunderstanding......!"
"You caused it. Anyway, fair's fair..."
Pointing at her priest robe's protruding chest,
"Hurry, strip that off and show tits. Then we're even."
"Y-you're insane?!"
Ellen clutched her chest in horror, trembling like a lamb before a wolf.
"No way! Won't strip!!"
"Hmm, playing hardball."
I nodded nonchalantly.
"Can't be helped. No show, no research."
Leaning deep into the chair, legs crossed,
"I'll be uncooperative."
"......What?"
"Ask if hot, say cold. Pain? Tickles. Twist body on purpose... Oh, masturbate randomly.
No biggie if white cum drips in this white room, noticeable?"
Well, fishy smell maybe.
"......Ugh......"
Ellen's eyes shook violently.
She wanted research, but no stripping.
Conflict plain on her face.
Ah, this is fun.
Daily coop stress from body-wrecking torture easing.
How's it feel, bishop status yet jerked by a slave brat?
Not even threatening with a knife.
Who told her to have that fetish?
Her karma.
"Choose. Tits or research. 3 seconds."
I grinned evilly, countdown.
"Three."
"W-wait......! Priests don't yield to blackm—!"
"Not blackmail. Your deal. Weighing my cooperation based on your attitude."
"Two."
"Th-that's wordplay...!"
"One..."
"O-okay! Fine!"
She surrendered, hands up.
Face bursting red, eyes teary.
"But......"
In a tiny voice,
"If I show...... you'll really cooperate? No funny business?"
"Yeah, promise."
"And... no more blac— n-no... deals. Promise."
"That too."
Finally, her hand slowly reached her robe buttons.
Heh. Didn't think she'd actually do it. Half-joking.
Regardless of tit view,
I planned full cooperation on her research.
Why? It's my body.
If secrets, I'd wanna know most.
Even no gains,
better than downstairs blades and rods ripping me.
But she's showing. Nice.
Smooth.
Gotta watch.
I watched intently as her pale fingers undid the third button from top.
......
Smooth.
Last button near neck undone.
Good view.
"......"
Awkward silence filled the room.
Ellen head down, fiddling buttons.
Ears red, sniffling.
Tsk tsk, super embarrassed.
Here, as cool nice guy, duty to lighten mood.
I'm so considerate.
"One question."
"......What."
Nasally muffled reply. Still no eye contact.
"How old are you?"
"......Twenty-six."
"Hmm. I see."
In gentle tone,
"That age with such chest. Tragic."
"......!!"
Her shoulders jerked.
Head snapped up, eyes blazing injustice and rage.
"Y-you...... How dare you say that to me?!"
"Pure sympathy."
I shook head, arms crossed.
"That age, no growth left. Despair."
"Hey!!"
Thwack!
She charged, punching my bare chest.
Fist? More like kitten paw taps.
"Too mean! Really too much!"
"Just facts. Also, no erection.
Too meager to arouse a man."
"I know! I know!! No need to say!!"
She grabbed my collar, shaking, fuming.
Tears pooling. Really hurt her feelings.
This bitch's reactions are entertaining.
Hilarious.
"Hiiing...... Really too mean......"
After the fuss, she plopped back in chair.
Sniffling, wiping eyes with sleeve—like a kindergartener robbed of candy by elementary kids.
That a twenty-six-year-old bishop?
"Ahem......"
She cleared throat, straightened robes.
"A-anyway! Deal's done, let's start."
"Sure. What do I do?"
I asked seriously. Scant as they were, earned the view.
Ellen rummaged room corners,
brought clean small glass vials and silver dagger.
Handed them over,
"First, some blood here."
"Easy."
I grabbed dagger without hesitation.
Jam deep into left forearm,
slash sideways.
Trickle.
Some spilled around,
but most poured into vials.
One, two, three.
Full in seconds.
"Done?"
Set vials on table, offered arm.
Blood still dripping, staining floor.
Ellen stared blankly.
"......No heal?"
"Wait."
She grabbed arm, squinted at wound.
"Stay still."
"Blood's gushing though?"
"That's why wait."
What the? Pissed from tit jab?
No instant heal like usual...
Drip.
Then it was.
Steady blood flow stopped dead, like a lie.
"......?"
No clotting aid, no bandage.
Like faucet off, blood halted.
And.
"......!"
Gaping flesh slowly, surely began closing.
......
1 hour passed.
Wound fully closed,
faint scar remained.
"......What the hell."
Shocking sight.
Except torture here, no injuries,
post-shake she always fixed clean. First time blankly watching natural heal.
This fast?
"Today marks exactly 23 days since you entered."
Ellen softly traced scar with finger.
"From day one, speeding up daily."
"......"
"I see it. Your body's vitality tougher, stronger than arrival.
Threads mending flesh—thicker, sturdier than before."
She looked up seriously.
"Really no idea?"
"......None."
"No guess when...?"
Guess?
I shut mouth, recalled.
Kid days? No.
Hunting dog under Kaintrea scum,
vs scorpion bastard,
rat-like fugitive life.
Injured? Bleed unless stopped,
heal/bone knit took days/weeks like others, groaning.
When?
Aura training, core energy ball?
Then arrogance-collapse, guzzling Kain's life savings potions?
One of those.
Back healed fast after, true.
Not this fast though.
Guesses aside.
"No clue."
I stonewalled.
Test bridge before crossing.
Her screws loose, my leverage or not—church bishop.
Leak Kain/Baekrin hint? Who knows fallout.
Want regen reason or not,
no need that risk.
"Just born tough."
"Hmmm...... Really?"
Ellen eyed suspiciously but dropped.
No mind-read, my 'no' ends it.
"Can't help it."
She smiled, grabbed blood vials.
"I'll investigate max. Curious for both."
"......Yeah. Cooperate."
Thus.
My scant detention time left,
swapped daily torture
for bizarre research with this shady bitch.
......
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