Interrogating the Fallen Apostle
Clink, clink. I slice into the thick slab of meat on my plate, spear it with my fork, shove it in my mouth, chew, and swallow. No conversation at all—just this awkward silence broken only by the faint scrape of utensils against plates.
I'm seriously suffocating here. Goddamn it, wake the fuck up already. I'd just blown a massive load deep in Kalum's ass and was gearing up for round two when I noticed Neme's presence. Half in tears, I bolted to the bathroom, doused myself in cold water to calm my body and mind, and came back. Then she said since it was morning, we had to eat. Neme had reinforced the restraint spell on Kalum—who was sprawled on the bed, thighs and ass splayed wide, still gasping and oozing my cum in thick globs—before heading off to get food.
In the meantime, I tried everything to wake Kalum, but the bitch had passed out with her eyes rolled back. No matter how I fingered her pussy or pinched her nipples, she wouldn't stir. Sure, she'd squirt pussy juice and her nipples would perk up hard, but her mind stayed gone. So now here I am, facing Neme across the table in this godawful awkwardness.
I can't even tell if the food's going down my throat or my nose anymore.
"Smith."
"Y-yes?"
"Your plate's empty."
"……? Oh."
At Neme's point-out, I glance down—holy shit, I've been mindlessly stabbing at my empty plate. I wanna rip my hair out and scream right now.
"Mine…."
"N-no, it's fine. I was just lost in thought, haha. I'm stuffed, really."
Stuffed? Who the hell knows. Everything feels like it'll give me indigestion anyway, so I shake my head desperately.
"Is that so. Then…."
"No need to rush on my account…."
"No. Better clear it quick before that one wakes up."
Neme eyes my empty plate again, then hacks off chunks of her remaining meat slab and stuffs them into her tiny cherry lips. I watch with my own eyes, but I still can't fathom how that huge hunk vanishes into such a small mouth. Come to think of it, Siron's mouth is super small and cute too, but she took my cock like a champ. Guess the women in this world have some secret mouth magic I don't know about. Like goddamn chipmunks.
Anyway, while I'm spacing out, Neme polishes off her plate clean. She grabs my empty one and hers, then quietly leaves the room. And she's back in the blink of an eye. I brace for more awkward silence, but as she sits, she speaks up.
"Smith. Mind if I ask a few things?"
"Sure. Anything I can answer, I'll tell you."
I only know the common tongue and a bit of guild work since coming to this world, but I'd spill every secret to escape this cringe-fest. Not that I'd actually do it, but that's how bad it is.
"Well, Smith. You're from the desert tribes, right?"
"Uh…."
If it were anyone else, I'd nod casually. But this is Neme, high up in the Rapitera Temple. Can I lie to her? Will I get punished? A million thoughts flash through my head in a split second.
Short debate later, I decide to roll with it. They got gods here too, sure, but my God Company boss who flung me here is bigger. Gotta have faith.
"Yes."
"……Could you tell me your tribe? Ah, just the name. Never the location. Absolutely not."
"……? Sure, no problem."
I tilt my head at Neme's over-the-top warnings, then rack my brain. Tribe name, huh. What should I say? Brain fart—no prep for this. But I can't keep her waiting, so it blurts out unfiltered.
"Korea. Korea tribe."
"Korea… Never heard of it."
Spitball, but it ain't half bad. Not a tribe per se, but I'm Korean-born, so not really a lie. Nice assist, brain. Gold star.
"Smith. Are all the men in your tribe… like you? Super horny, I mean?"
"Uh, yeah? Pretty much."
"……Incredible."
"Ah, but guys as big and hard as mine? Rare as hell."
"Big and hard… Indeed. Yours has the kind of majesty that even surprised me."
Neme's gaze pierces the table straight to my crotch, and this oblivious bastard down there starts perking up.
"N-Neme?"
"……My apologies."
I call her out softly, and she clears her throat awkwardly, averting her eyes.
"Smith. Don't tell everyone your origins if asked. Just say you're from the desert. If anyone gripes, say the Light of Rapitera commanded it."
"Got it. Will do."
"Smith."
"Yes."
"The 'anyone' includes the Emperor of the Empire. Understand? What I'm saying."
"……Yes."
The air turns heavy instantly. I drop the playfulness and nod seriously. I figured she was high up in the temple, but Emperor-level casual? Never saw that coming. Even my rising dick catches the vibe and tucks tail.
"Also…."
"Neme?"
Neme starts to say more but clamps her mouth, glancing at the bed. I follow her gaze. Kalum's still there, curled shrimp-style, thighs spread, passed out.
Snap—
Neme flicks her fingers, and the gag chain snaps. But unlike before, no reaction from Kalum.
"I know you're awake. The restraint spell lifts after verification steps. You know we don't have time to waste, so don't."
"……Ptoo."
Kalum spits the gag onto the bed right after.
"Kalum Bloom. Will you cooperate?"
"……After defiling even Petmira's holy relic, do I have a choice?"
"You're alive after defiling it, so yeah."
"……Fucking Petmira bitch. Shitty cunt. Smith's cock feels a million times better than that wooden trinket, you whore."
Holy shit. She's going full throttle like that? No joke, her sudden outburst shocks the hell outta me. What if Petmira zaps her dead in rage? But apparently, I'm the only one freaking.
"As expected, you're just pawns."
"……Untie this."
Neme claps. All chains shatter. Kalum's shrimp curl straightens finally.
"Don't get off the bed. Don't dirty the floor."
"Hmph. You think this is dirty?"
Kalum scoops cum leaking from her ass, stretches it between thumb and finger, and flashes her bratty smirk at Neme.
"……."
Neme stays silent, glances at me briefly, then back.
"I meant the stuff leaking from your body. Watch your words—don't imply otherwise. Heretic."
"Hmph. So? What do you wanna hear? I told you upfront—I don't know much. Neither do the others. So hurry your questions and fuck off? I'd rather spend my remaining time sticky with Smith over there, not some bitch like you."
Kalum's a whole new person—flashes me a provocative grin, sits up, spreads her legs M-style to show her sopping pussy, and licks her lips. My dick, humbled before, starts rising again.
"Regrettably, no sex with Smith for you right now."
"……."
Kalum's face twists; she glares murderously. For a split second, deadlier than Siron at max rage.
"Glare all you want—won't change it. But cooperate well, and it might come sooner."
"……Spit it out already."
Neme nods at Kalum's sharp retort. Silent agreement: no more bullshit.
"Including you, how much time left for the apostles there?"
"Hm."
Kalum places her right palm on her flat chest over her heart, closes her eyes. Purple energy seeps from hand and heart, then vanishes.
She opens her eyes, cool as ice.
"Three days."
"Not much time."
"Then ask faster?"
"Fine. Kalum Bloom. Your base location."
"Knew it'd come. Sadly, I don't know. No apostle does—only the cult leader bitch."
"Don't know… Then how do you return?"
"'Base' is just a dingy temple hole. Only apostles and leader there. When we go out, 9th Apostle escorts us, we wait at set time/place, she picks us up. So no, we don't know."
"Strange. I thought normal followers get Petmira's grace and become apostles. How do new ones reach base?"
"Simple. Leader knows who and where the new one is."
"……Useless."
"Told you."
Kalum snorts; Neme sighs. More questions follow—Kalum dodges most. The few answers? Dark shit that makes me wonder if I should even hear it.
Target was Ardella, not me. Kidnap, brainwash her; Kalum impersonates using her grace to buy time. Then use brainwashed Ardella to spread Petmira cult from kingdom fringes. Wild part: third try here. Previous two kingdoms? Already control big territories.
Neme listens, silent a beat, then eyes sulky Kalum.
"Think the leader'll notice your betrayal?"
"Who knows. Don't even know her graces…."
"Fifty-fifty odds."
"……Psycho bitch."
"Cut the crap—think hard. Live longer, see more of Smith."
"……."
Kalum whips to me, gulps hard.
"I want info; you want more Smith time."
"……That's rich."
"Conveniently, both need you back at Petmira base."
"……Needs 9th Apostle's help. Oh, and can't kill 5th—her grace peeks pasts of touched targets. If another gets it and spies us, trouble."
"Other apostles? Smith here'll handle."
"……True. Smith's majestic cock'll subjugate 'em easy."
Air warms; they nod at each other. What? Bonding over my dick? Is this what I think?
"Smith."
Neme stares; I turn silently.
"Three apostles left. Two days. Up for it?"
"……."
I'd half-guessed; no quick answer. I glare down at my dick. Possible? It just rises. Quietly, I nod to Neme.