Way Too Many Bastards Touching What's Mine
"Rape♡ Rape♡"
BANG—! BANG—!
The Femdom Saintess's heavy, vicious mace came for my head again and again. It tore through the air with such speed that the wind itself screamed in its wake, and I dodged her murderous strikes as best I could, landing a counter of my own with every opening I found.
Explode
BOOM!!!
I gathered the Fire energy of the Five Elements and detonated it, and the barrier shuddered as if it were about to collapse. The Mudang, barely holding the barrier together, spat blood and shouted at me—she must have taken internal damage.
"I can't hold this much longer...! A few more collisions and the separated space will completely fall apart!"
"Exactly how many more can it take?"
"Three at most! And if it's a truly powerful spell, it might not even survive one!"
"...Should I have brought a few more high-ranking shamans?"
Or should I have moved the fight somewhere else from the start?
The thought crossed my mind, but neither option seemed like it would have changed much, so I just sighed.
Right. Even if I hadn't picked the fight here, the Saintess would have pulled some kind of stunt the moment she got close.
Tch.
I clicked my tongue and slipped past the Saintess's mace by a hair's breadth once more. Then, to buy the Mudang even a moment to recover, I caught the mace on my Executioner's Cleaver and spoke to the Femdom Saintess.
"Hate to break it to you, but I'm already taken. If I get raped, my household falls apart, you psycho."
"Oh my? You're already spoken for? No wonder you look even more delicious... But whether your household falls apart or not is none of my business, you know?"
"Is this a saintess or a villainess?"
"A saintess, of course. I'm guiding you to a better world of pleasure—wouldn't calling me a villainess be a little too unkind?"
"Give me a fucking break. If a rapist who wrecks families isn't a villainess, then who the hell is?"
I kicked her away to make some distance. The Saintess gently stroked the spot on her lower belly where she'd been hit, her face twisted with pleasure as she opened her mouth.
"Haaaah...♡ The place you hit is throbbing... Isn't this a kind of love too?"
"That's not a kind of love—that's just you being a masochistic freak. Holy shit, can sadistic and masochistic perverts even coexist in one person? What a goddamn nightmare hybrid."
"I can be either, if that's what you want. But between getting hit and submitting for pleasure, and forcing others to submit and tormenting them... I think I prefer the latter."
As she spoke, the Saintess cloaked her entire body in divine power and charged.
KRAANG—!!!
Screeech... screeeeech!!!
Guh...!
Mace and Executioner's Cleaver collided with bone-shaking force, and the tentacle-obsessed Mudang coughed up blood all over again. I hardened my expression and fixed my gaze on the Saintess in front of me. She beamed at me and made her offer.
"I'll ask you one more time, politely—would you please let me rape you?"
"If I let you rape me, will you quietly back off?"
"Hmm~? That depends on how you perform, wouldn't you say?"
I put on a little fake hesitation, and the Saintess took the bait at once, her face going sultry. I pretended to seriously consider it while carefully consulting my magnificent, outstanding Junior.
What do you think? Think you can handle it, my Junior?
Ahh... sorry, no can do. If I stick it in a non-virgin like that, I feel like I'd rot.
Figures.
I shook my head and shouted back at the Mudang, who was still hard at work vomiting blood behind me.
"Hey—drop the barrier and start evacuating people. Call the old man and the old lady and get ready to clean this mess up."
"What?"
"Looks like we're finishing this here. If I don't put this crazy bitch down right now, this country's going to turn into a complete shitshow."
I put power into the Executioner's Cleaver and sent the Saintess flying as far as I could, then tossed a talisman to the Mudang.
"Go get them before this gets any more fucked. If you're late, the airport's the least of our problems—this whole city goes up."
"Fuuuuck... I was hoping we'd get through this one nice and easy..."
"I told you my gut was bad on this. Stop whining and get the hell out of here."
I kicked the Mudang in the ass and sent her out through the barrier, then shook my head at the Saintess charging me like a rhino in heat.
"They say a rapist can put out seven times their normal strength. Guess that was true."
How long until the old man and the old lady got here? Thirty minutes? Forty?
No idea. For now, I'd just try to hold out without clashing head-on.
I checked the space-separation barrier—cracked all over—and packed my feet full of yang energy, ready to run from the Saintess.
Then a pure white light burst out beside the Saintess as she came barreling in like an idiot, and a white fox appeared and drove a side kick straight into her ribs.
THWACK!
CRASH-TUMBLE-BANG!!!
Caught completely off guard by the sudden ambush, the rape-obsessed Saintess of the Lily Church went flying helplessly and rolled across the ground. She confirmed who had kicked her, dropped her leisurely attitude, and readjusted her grip on the mace.
"...You."
"Do not pretend to know what thou dost not. How many beings in this world know this lady's true identity, I wonder."
The Fox God smiled arrogantly down at the Saintess crawling on the ground. Then she spotted me with yang energy wrapped around my feet, and spoke in a voice dripping with disdain.
"Unable to properly subdue even one such crude wench—how dost thou expect to protect that child? It seems I must reconsider thy qualifications to become the Apostle's groom."
"Tch. You steal the finishing blow on something I already had handled and then act all high and mighty."
"...Thou. Dost thou truly not wish to marry?"
"I was wrong. Please forgive me."
I dropped my tail the instant the Fox God threatened me. Looking satisfied, she grabbed the fallen Saintess by the hair and spoke.
"Might I take this one with me for a bit? I have a small experiment I wish to try."
"Normally that would be absolutely not allowed, but I'll handle it under my authority. You have to return her within a week, though? Otherwise things could get a little awkward."
"A week is more than enough to finish and spare. Then this lady shall take her leave. Ah—and one more thing."
Dragging the rape-obsessed Saintess along the ground as she bid farewell, the Fox God turned back as if something had just occurred to her.
"Go to the Apostle at once. She is fine for now, but if thou leavest her unattended any longer, she will surely be consumed by an incubus."
With that, the Fox God vanished from inside the barrier along with the rape-obsessed Saintess. I shattered the space-separation barrier and sprinted for Seongha's house.
I get that other people's things always look better—but why the hell does everyone keep taking an interest in what's already mine?
This time, no questions asked. I'm just going to kill them.
And if it's a guy, as painfully as possible.
In my entire life, I had never once been told my dick was small.
For ravishing humanoid races and draining their jeong-gi, about fifteen centimeters was more than enough.
Elves? Beastfolk? Humans?
Not a single female I'd been with had ever called my equipment small. If anything, they'd moaned with satisfaction and begged me to take them again.
And yet this bitch was telling me it was fucking tiny?
A virgin reeking of untouched purity, unconsciously seducing everything around her?
Yeah. This was pure bluff.
She'd never even seen a man's equipment once—how the hell would she know what was big or small?
Fine. I'd claim the fox spirit in front of me.
I'd take her, drain her jeong-gi, and drown her in such overwhelming pleasure that her body would never forget me. Even if she tried other men, she'd be so disappointed by their equipment that she'd come crawling back to me.
That was the vow I made as I cast a sex magic spell designed to jack a target's lust to the absolute maximum and force the fox spirit before me to awaken as a female.
The fox spirit just stared at me blankly. She didn't react at all.
...What?
Unless her mental fortitude was absurdly high—or she was a Transcendent or a god—she should have been a bitch in heat by now. That was how this worked.
Unless she was a monk with zero libido, or one of those sex-crazed sluts who stayed permanently in heat, this shouldn't be possible.
Even the master I'd just contracted with had been caught by the arousal spell for at least a moment. So why the hell was this one completely fine?
She looked far too composed for someone hit with sex magic. I took a few steps back, and she tilted her head and asked me a question.
"Judging by your face, you definitely pulled some bullshit—but it didn't work properly, huh?"
"You... no, you. What the hell are you?"
"What do you think? Just an ordinary citizen living an ordinary life. And you're a rape demon who came here to rape that ordinary citizen."
She answered so calmly she even started doing other things, as if I no longer registered as a threat. That deadpan attitude filled me with a deep, existential crisis about my life as an incubus, and my head dropped.
Come to think of it, I'd only ever dealt with non-virgins.
They already knew sex felt good—and my cock was bigger than the men they'd had before—so of course they clung to me.
What kind of incubus couldn't even turn one virgin into a proper female?
Fuck it. Screw the contract, screw everything—maybe I should just go back to the demon realm.
I let my whole body sag and turned to leave. Then the door suddenly flew open, and a man with powerful muscles walked in. His face looked like a literal demon of calamity as he seized my face in one hand and spoke.
"You piece-of-shit incubus. You're not dying clean."
Eyes burning like hellfire. Murderous intent that made my skin crawl.
I opened my mouth in a panic, ready to beg for my life—but half my body had already turned to ash.
The last thing I registered was the scent of a woman's fluids, the first I'd smelled since entering this house. Then everything went black.