Remorse Ignited in Ecstasy
Sorry...
Acturus, steeling her resolute will, rose from the futon—and that's when she sensed the anomaly.
Zzt—
“Eek!?”
A piercing sensation stabbed her lower abdomen like a needle. It had been similar yesterday, but today it was on another level entirely.
Not the faint pleasure from the vibrations while climbing the stairs—this was orgasmic bliss surging from her womb with every breath she took.
Yet it fell just short of true climax. A frustrating fulfillment, teetering on the edge without tipping over, pleasure piling on endlessly.
Her mind flooded in an instant with nothing but the desperate craving for release.
“Hah, hah, hah...!”
Why? Why is this happening? My body's gone strange.
I can't take this anymore.
Thinking she needed to douse herself in cold water, she hurriedly banged on the iron bars to call him.
Clang clang clang!
“Um, could you come here for a second?!”
The man rushed down at the sound of her voice.
“What's wrong? You hurt somewhere?”
His worried gaze made her falter for a moment, but as their eyes met, the mad heat surging in her lower belly again made her blurt out in panic.
“I want to shower. Please, just for a bit.”
“Uh... well...”
Seeing him cross his arms awkwardly, she pleaded desperately.
“Please...”
“Fine, whatever.”
Shooo—
The moment he permitted it, she bolted straight to the bathroom and dumped cold water over her head.
“Hoo! Hoo!”
Ice-cold water cascaded from her crown to her toes, but the ecstatic heat rising from her lower belly showed no sign of subsiding.
“D-Directly...”
She pressed the showerhead spewing frigid water right against her lower abdomen. And the instant one of the jets grazed her clit—
“Heeek!♡”
She couldn't help bending at the waist, letting out an indecent cry. Still naive about sexual matters, she wasn't sure exactly what this sensation was, but it felt like the torment she'd endured on her clit from him before.
The rough fingering on that spot, hypersensitive after climax. The touch of the man who saw her not as a woman or even a person, but merely as a toy to torment. Recalling it suddenly made shameful fluid gush from below.
“Ah, uh, th-this... isn't right...”
She thought of the Holy Spirit watching, but her lower belly burned too fiercely to hold onto that notion.
No climax, just the excruciating sensitivity post-orgasm—it was killing her.
If only I could cum properly.
With that thought, she aimed the shower's jet directly at her pussy.
Shwaa—
“Ohoooook!!♡”
Her body trembled violently, yet she didn't pull away from the water blasting her pussy. Her toes curled in agony, but her desire for climax overwhelmed it.
“Ok!♡ Ohok!♡”
While Acturus writhed in torment in the bathroom, someone stood just outside.
“So the final phase has finally begun.”
That was the reason I'd been able to take it somewhat easy until now. When the Yang Bride fully settles in the host's body and enters its final stage, the body becomes like fertile soil ready for sowing.
Her very existence converges on the purpose of production and proliferation... In simple terms, she goes into heat so intense she can't endure without getting pregnant.
If left like this, vital energy would accumulate excessively, leading to infertility or severe illness—but since I planned to reset her completely with the Ishtar ritual anyway, it didn't matter.
Ten minutes later.
Acturus, utterly drained and dripping water, staggered out, unable to climax on her own.
“What's up? Something not working right?”
I teased her with my usual sly grin, but she had no strength to retort, her face dark as she trudged toward the lower floor.
I followed close behind, yapping away relentlessly.
Such opportunities didn't come often—I had to make the most of it.
“You smell kinda lewd down there. What were you doing alone in the bathroom?”
“Hnn... stay away.”
Her voice far more polite than yesterday, but I didn't give her space. Hurrying downstairs, she stumbled near the first-floor living room.
“Whoops.”
I caught her as she fell, pulling her into my arms. Her face was flushed beet red.
In this state of mad desire to get pregnant, the perfect stud was right there—the very male who'd first awakened her sexuality and taught her pleasure.
Her womb had to be quivering.
“Haa, haa, let go...”
Her voice slurred like she was drunk.
“Not like you today, Acturus. Where's that usual snide tone? Huh?”
Whispering in her ear, I saw the hairs on her nape stand on end.
“Ears... ha... don't...”
It felt like her heat had reached its peak faster than I'd expected, but the core of the Ishtar ritual was her full, voluntary consent—her willingness to offer herself.
“Acturus, don't you want it? I'll make you feel all better.”
Twitch.
“S-Such shameless—”
“Shameless? Making a baby is shameless?”
“Well...”
“Nah. It's natural. What do you say? We make a baby and you feel amazing.”
Unlike my expectation that she'd shove me off and flee if I pushed this far, Acturus squeezed her eyes shut and started sniffling.
“Wh-what?”
“Sorry... I'm sorry, but...”
The words from her trembling in my arms weren't her usual venomous defiance.
“Someone like me...”
Her tears soaked my shirt.
“I don't deserve to bear your child. I'm the enemy who ruined your life... How could I possibly carry your baby? I can't.”
The nun scolded sternly even through her sobs.
“Hey. What the hell is this?”
To me, our daily routine was a scripted role-play. Me as the deranged avenger, her as the villainess refusing repentance to the end.
Unaware or uncaring of my grimace, our nun launched into another sermon.
“Haa... haa... Think again. A baby is a precious fruit of mutual love. But a child born from an enemy's body can't be saved...!”
“Salvation? You talking about salvation?”
Disgust surged beyond mere confusion. This wasn't the Acturus I knew.
Not the haughty member of the Supreme 4 who trampled humans like bugs and begrudged blood staining her shoes.
What I craved was the process of crushing her noble pride beneath my heel—not her turning into a good girl in an instant.
A certain presence flashed through my mind. The only entity in this mansion who could toy with her psyche without my permission.
“Dantalion... you fucking bitch.”
I bellowed at the empty air.
“I told you not to touch my woman!!”
The air rippled sinisterly. From the red mist came Dantalion's sultry laughter.
『Oh my. Why so angry?』
“Did you mess with Acturus's brain?”
『Mess with her brain? What do you mean?』
“This is all your doing!”
My scream pierced the air, echoing sharply off the basement walls. The woman trembling in my arms, murmuring “I'm sorry...” wasn't the Acturus I knew.
I wanted to break her. I wanted to destroy her.
『Ahahaha! Little one, calm down. I'm innocent, I tell you. If anything, I helped you. The Ishtar ritual needs her full consent, right? Isn't this great? Why get mad?!』
Dantalion slinked out from the red mist, licking her lips as if my rage amused her, resting her chin on my shoulder.
Stealing my soul off-limits, so she stirs trouble like this?
“Bullshit. Showing a few memories doesn't turn someone like this. Humans don't change that easily. You must've brainwashed her. Consent through brainwashing holds no power.”
『Brainwashing? That's crude stuff for low demons like Foras. I don't do that. I merely let her experience your perspective of the past... that excruciating pain, sorrow, helplessness you felt. Child's play for me, who governs past, present, and future.』
Dantalion's eyes gleamed with wicked delight.
『That's all. No lies. I'm not some lying devil, you know?』
It felt mischievous, but no trace of deceit. So, just reliving my past had changed her this much?
“I did wrong... ugh...”
Still, it didn't sit right. The Acturus I knew wouldn't find enlightenment and repent from merely witnessing another's tragedy. She was no devout nun for that.
Quick to spew filth from her mouth like a rag, exploding at the slightest annoyance, soaked in smokes and booze. Preaching humanity's guardian while obsessed with money—a human scum.
For her to shed tears and atone after seeing my memories? Only one variable changed, yet the outcome diverged this wildly?
“Doesn't make sense. That trash personality flipping from one memory recall? I didn't go through all that hell for this pathetic shit.”
My vengeance felt invalidated.
No wonder victims' families boil with rage when criminals claim in prison they've “found God and repented.”
『No, little one. Not a personality change—a change in conditions.』
Dantalion whispered, licking my ear.
“What condition changed...”
Something flashed in my mind.
『Right. Her connection to the star is severed. The source of a Magical Girl's power.』
Dantalion smiled slyly, stroking Acturus's wet hair.
『Stripped of divine power, she's human now.』
So this was her true nature, and the villainous Acturus was the altered one by the star...?
Bullshit. I won't accept that.
『Contractor little one. What do you truly want?』
“Obviously—”
『Revenge or salvation? This girl might truly become your family. Why not forgive the past wrongs? She's a new person—no need for the Ishtar ritual.』
Fuck that.
What nonsense.
『Even with salvation before you, will you gouge out its eyes to force it into your darkness? Is that your goal?』
Her preaching was pissing me off. A demon lecturing me?
As I was about to snap back, a thunderous boom from outside brought a voice crashing in.
Kwaang—!
—“Ac-tu-rus—! You're here, aren't you!?”
A husky voice for a woman.
『Oh dear. That's the apostle of Vanguard Star? Then I'll be off!』
Dantalion vanished in a puff, and Acturus jerked her head up.
“A-Altair?”
Before I could react, the mansion's door burst open.
“Senior!! So you were here!?”