Chapter 277
Chapter 277
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 277
Chapter Title: Doll Play
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"...What the hell is that arm! The severed one is still lying on the ground... Did it regenerate?! How!?"
Rage was utterly bewildered.
Reattaching a severed arm was nothing special in this world. Top-grade potions, healing abilities, magic, onmyodo—there were plenty of ways to do it.
But regeneration? That required advanced magic, surgery, abilities, and a host of intricate, precise processes. Unless you were a top-tier regenerator, it was impossible to regrow a limb mid-battle.
And as far as Rage knew, Amatsuka Koyori's ability was "Kōri"—the power to perceive, comprehend, and understand phenomena beyond common sense at an accelerated rate. It let her grasp irrational things like onmyodo or magic with ease.
It wasn't a great ability. Its value depended entirely on the user's talent. Understanding alone achieved nothing. Fortunately, Amatsuka Koyori was hailed as a genius, but in this situation, her power was useless.
"The Wind God has bestowed grace upon me."
"...What?"
Why bring up the Wind God all of a sudden? Rage couldn't make sense of it. The Wind God was just a fictional deity worshipped at the Huka Shrine. Or was she referring to the Japanese guild called 'Wind God'?
His head was spinning. That's when a thrown kunai grazed his right side. He'd lost focus for a split second, distracted by Koyori's incomprehensible words.
"Damn it...! Falling back!"
Rage activated his Verbal Command. The moment the words left his mouth, his body shot backward. His retreat was so swift that the two Mios couldn't keep up.
"..."
Mio furrowed her brow. Her stamina and mana were running critically low. The body of the right Mio—created via her Cloning ability—flickered like a glitched screen before fading away.
"Lady Mio. Are you alright?"
"...Yeah. I got slashed once, but it's not serious. More importantly, Lady Koyori..."
Mio glanced at Koyori's newly regenerated arm and her perfectly steady legs. It wasn't just the arm. The deep slash on her back had vanished too. And she looked better than ever—not just in the labyrinth, but better than any time Mio had seen her. Her stamina and mana seemed fully restored.
"I'll explain the details later. For now..."
Koyori glared at Rage.
With his right arm gone, leaving him with only his left, Rage grimaced.
"...Odds aren't in my favor. I'll postpone this rematch. Wind Shrine Maiden, Kouga kunoichi. I'm withdrawing."
He activated his Verbal Command again. But a transparent wall blocked his path from behind.
"Think I'll let you escape?"
"...A barrier...!"
Koyori charged at Rage. He raised his sword with his left arm. He didn't know much about onmyodo. Unable to dispel the barrier, his only option was to fight Koyori and finish it here.
"I'll neutralize you and interrogate you about Baekrim!"
"...Slicing from behind."
Rage swung his blade as he appeared behind Koyori.
Clang!
Koyori twisted her spear backward, blocking the attack.
"I've figured out your Verbal Command. You move your body so fast it feels like spatial teleportation. Or rather, you can only control your own body."
"...Thrusting from the left."
Rage aimed for Koyori's throat from her left side.
Clang!
The spear blocked it again.
Thud! Thud! Kunai flew in, embedding into Rage's left side.
"Gah!"
Rage staggered.
"The weakness of Verbal Command is that you have to speak it. If I anticipate it before you finish speaking, I can counter. And..."
A sheet of paper flew from Koyori's bosom, sealing Rage's mouth.
"...If I seal your mouth, you can't use Verbal Command."
Unlike the initial ambush, his commands weren't working now. And unlike before, Rage was missing his dominant right hand and exhausted from fighting Mio. He couldn't display the overwhelming power from the surprise attack.
"..."
Rage switched his grip on the katana to a reverse hold with his left hand, feinting a swing at Koyori before stabbing his own heart. His body crumpled to the floor.
"Suicide?!"
Cough!
The shikigami paper over his mouth stained red with blood and fell away.
"...In the end, you'll pay your life debt with your life."
Mio approached to staunch the bleeding, and Koyori tried onmyodo, but it was too late.
"Amatsuka... Just one thing I'm dying to know... How did your arm regenerate? How are you perfectly fine? Even in death, it'll haunt me."
"I already told you!"
"...That damn Wind God."
Rage muttered in disbelief. Could gods actually exist? As death closed in, all sorts of absurd thoughts flooded his mind. His eyes slowly shut.
Koyori realized she couldn't save him. She hurriedly asked,
"Tell me before you die! Why did Baekrim target me...!? Why attack the Wind Direction Festival participants!?"
"...Cough. You're misunderstanding, shrine maiden... We weren't after you, or the participants."
"What...!? Then what were you after...!?"
"It's already... over..."
Koyori grabbed his shoulder. But he moved no more.
"...Lady Koyori. He's dead."
"...Yes. His breath is gone."
Koyori sighed.
She searched his pockets, but found nothing useful for intel.
Only his dying words mattered. As Huka Shrine's top shrine maiden, Koyori could guess what Baekrim had targeted.
'...Only a handful of people, including me, know about that... How did Baekrim...'
Stagger.
Mio swayed violently.
"Lady Mio!"
Koyori rushed to support her. Mio's clone had already vanished.
"...I'll be fine after some rest. There might be more of his allies, so we should move..."
"Yes. Right away."
Barriers weren't foolproof. They could be shattered by attacks or dispelled with onmyodo. Best to relocate to safety.
Supporting Mio, Koyori retraced their steps. After five intersections, they reached a dead-end chamber with walls on three sides. Koyori gently lowered Mio to the ground.
"Lady Mio, I'll remove your mask and clothes."
"...Not the mask..."
"...Understood. I'll leave the mask on. But I need to check your wounds."
Koyori undressed Mio.
It was a flawless figure without an ounce of excess fat. But a deep slash crossed her side and abdomen. Left untreated, it could turn fatal.
Koyori used onmyodo for emergency treatment. The bleeding stopped.
"We need to get out of this labyrinth fast... for proper care..."
Koyori muttered in frustration. They still didn't know how to escape.
Then.
"Ah...! W-Wind God...!"
The Wind God's touch caressed Koyori's lower back, issuing a command.
"B-But Lady Mio's mask..."
Koyori's hesitation and objections went unfinished. She was the Wind God's shrine maiden. If he willed it, she'd even sacrifice her life.
"I-I obey. Wind God."
Koyori stood. Following his command, she stripped off her tattered clothes—including the black lewd lingerie he'd made her wear. But the lingerie vanished shortly after removal.
"...Lady Koyori?"
Mio eyed the now-naked Koyori curiously. Koyori approached her.
"Lady Mio. This is the Wind God's will. He will save you."
"..."
Mio looked into Koyori's eyes and saw her sincerity. She truly believed some 'something' was the Wind God.
One word flashed in Mio's mind: Zealot.
Koyori grasped Mio's mask.
"Lady Koyori... Please, not the mask...!"
"It's the Wind God's will!"
Before Mio could stop her, Koyori pulled off the mask.
Mio's delicate face emerged. It resembled a cute cat. Her skin was snow-white, unmarred by scars.
Her hairstyle was ash-gray bobbed hair.
"...The Wind God says your face is cute, Lady Mio."
"...Ugh."
Mio's cheeks flushed. She tried to cover her face, but Koyori stopped her.
And suddenly, Koyori sat on Mio's face.
"Mmph?!"
Mio's nose brushed Koyori's anus, her mouth pressing against the pussy. She felt the coarse pubic hair on her lips and chin.
Mio flailed her arms. She grabbed Koyori's ample hips to lift her, but it was futile. Her body was at its limit, mana depleted. She couldn't budge her.
"Lady Mio... I'm sorry... But this is the Wind God's will. And he will grant you his grace to help you."
"Mmmph?! Hngh!"
Slap! Slap!
Mio smacked Koyori's ass and thighs, to no avail.
Obeying the Wind God, Koyori slowly rocked her hips back and forth.
"Hnnngh! Ah!"
Mio's pert nose poked Koyori's anus, then snagged on her pussy. After dozens of repetitions, Koyori's folds began to moisten.
"Ah... Aah... Wind God...!"
At some point, Koyori stopped moving. The Wind God's touch now caressed her breasts, armpits, face, and pussy.
Mio's nose was buried in Koyori's ass. To breathe, she had to open her mouth.
As she did, tangy fluid entered. Then an unidentified liquid flooded her mouth.
"Lady Mio...! It's a potion! Drink it! The Wind God's grace!"
Pink top-grade recovery potion poured from Koyori's pussy into Mio's mouth.
Mio was dumbfounded. But she quickly swallowed. Ninjas valued efficiency above all. Recovery was paramount now.
Gulp. Gulp.
The potion worked fast, but most vanished instantly upon hitting her stomach—having come from Koyori's body.
Yet more top-grade potion kept flowing from Koyori's pussy. Thanks to it, Mio recovered swiftly.
"Ahh. Aah... Nngh..."
Mio shoved the entranced Koyori aside. Koyori didn't fall; she squatted steadily. Her pussy dripped potion onto the floor.
"...Lady Koyori. I'm fine now. Thank you."
"I shouldn't receive thanks—the Wind God should. He granted you the potion."
Mio hesitated. She still doubted the Wind God's existence. But her recovery was real, and so was her relationship with Koyori.
"...Thank you, Wind God."
Reluctantly, she bowed to empty air and picked up her fallen mask.
"Lady Mio. The Wind God says not to wear the mask."
"Even from the Wind God, that's..."
"It's irreverent."
"...Sorry."
Mio apologized and donned the mask quickly. Koyori frowned to protest but stopped. The Wind God had approved.
"Ah. The Wind God is merciful indeed... Ahhn! P-Pulling my breasts like that... Ahhh..."
Koyori's voluptuous breasts lifted upward as she squatted naked. Something invisible—the Wind God—was tugging her light-brown nipples upward with both hands.
"Nngaaah! Thaaat...!"
Koyori threw her head back. Mio sensed not just pain, but pleasure too. Her lips curved faintly upward.
"Haa... Haa... Yes. Yes... I understand...! As you wish, Wind God...!"
Koyori sprang up.
She bent her knees slightly, spread her legs wide, and presented her pussy to the air. With both hands, she parted her outer labia. Her inner lips twitched, her vaginal opening winked, and her clitoris stood erect.
"For the Wind God, the virginity I've guarded for 33 years... I offer it here and now...!"