Chapter 266
Chapter 266
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 266
Chapter Title: Chapter 12 - Purity
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"Ugh... cha..."
-Plop
After hitting about four more climaxes,
his cock was finally able to breathe the outside air, accompanied by a bizarre sound that released the pressure building in his chest.
Still semi-erect and dribbling semen, it looked pathetically weak— a far cry from its monstrous size, practically advertising to the world just how frail he truly was.
"Ahh... ahhhh..."
"Wow, Dad, look. My tits are all sticky."
"Get... that off..."
...He shouldn't have let it happen.
No matter how bound and helpless he was, he should've resisted with everything he had. But he hadn't.
The pleasure forcibly pumped into his hypersensitive body was unavoidable,
but mentally, in his heart, he should've rejected it completely.
-Squeeze...
"See, Dad? The cum's so thick it won't even drip down."
"..."
-Grind
This time, he had to admit he'd enjoyed part of it.
Enjoying being raped by his own daughter?
It was a sentence so insane that no sane mind could even comprehend it.
...And it was only a titfuck, at that.
'Is "fortunate" even the right word?'
If it had been full penetration, pregnancy would've been a real risk in this world where contraception was tricky. In that light, maybe the titfuck was the lesser evil.
'No, what the hell do you mean "lesser evil," you lunatic...'
...He felt like his mind was crumbling bit by bit.
His thoughts weren't normal anymore. Twisted phrases floated through his head.
He needed to snap back to reality as soon as possible to escape this hellish nightmare,
but with dreams like this, there was no telling when he'd wake up.
...He could only pray it wouldn't drag on for half a day.
-Clench
Instinctively sensing what was coming next, he squeezed his eyes shut.
For most people, titfucks were foreplay.
Once foreplay ended, only one thing followed.
"Now that you've had your fun, Dad, you'll let me have mine, right?"
"...Get lost. Please."
"Aww, you've been the only one enjoying it so far. Sure, watching you react is fun, but I haven't felt good at all. Doesn't a dutiful daughter deserve some pocket money for her filial piety?"
"......Please..."
"You probably don't know since you've never had these, but they're surprisingly heavy. My shoulders get sore sometimes, so don't you think you should acknowledge my hard work for shaking them around?"
She spoke as if trying to persuade him, but it was just a ridiculous game to her.
Raping him was effortless—she'd already done it multiple times.
Pretending she'd back off if he refused now was laughable.
She seemed hooked on toying with him,
so he responded by squeezing his eyes shut again.
He couldn't stop the moans from escaping, but if he stayed completely unresponsive, at least the mental damage would be minimized.
She'd probably give up on the teasing and just fuck him then.
"I even brought you good news, and this is how you act?"
"..."
"My periods stopped last month?"
Yeah, periods stopped...
"What?????????"
"Oh, it's been ages since I saw that look on your face, Dad."
"W-Wh-Wh-What did you just say, you crazy bitch?!"
"I said my periods stopped."
"Why the fuck would they stop like that!!!!!"
No.
It couldn't be.
It'd be better if it was some freak accident that messed up her body.
Anything but...
"Beats me. I heard they stop if you're pregnant, but I'm not totally sure."
"Sh-Shut up. That can't happen."
"Dad, is that any way to talk to your maybe-mommy?"
"I said shut the fuck up!!!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs on purpose,
trying to drown out her words before they burrowed into his brain. But it was too late—they were already etched deep.
"Getting mad like that doesn't scare me at all, Dad. It's kinda cute, actually."
"Shut up...!!"
"Nope. Books say moms-to-be need rest."
-Rustle
With that, she lowered his hips back to the floor and climbed on top.
"Wh-What are you..."
"Hm? Just letting the baby say hi to its dad?"
".......What."
It hit him like a hammer to the skull.
Were these even human words?
"I've never met my own dad since I was born... so I want my baby to spend lots of time with you starting now."
"Y-You... psycho?"
"Oh, right—Mom must've done this while pregnant with me. So maybe I did meet Dad after all?"
-Dizzy
His mind reeled from the horrific nonsense he was hearing. It didn't even register as language anymore.
"If I have a girl, would she be my little sister or my daughter? What do you think we should call her, Dad? Oh, wait—you'd be both dad and grandpa? The family titles are getting tricky."
-Creak
Something weird just snapped inside his head.
His head throbbed.
A new kind of pain, excruciating.
Dizzy. He had no idea what he was even hearing.
-Crunch
"Urgh...!"
"Mmm... Dad really is the best. You're all I have."
Never in his life had he hated this cursed body so much.
Not content with knocking up his daughter,
now it was invading the very womb holding her unborn child.
"Ugh... uuu..."
"Dad... are you crying?"
He'd once dreamed of marriage and kids someday.
But never like this.
"Uwaa... aaaah..."
-Clank clank
The chains binding him meant nothing now.
Chained or not, he couldn't resist anyway. What was the point?
"No more... I don't want this..."
This was his limit.
He'd endured as much as any man could.
What guy in the world could stay sane through this?
"No... please stop... I'll apologize for cursing... just let me go..."
"...Dad?"
"I'll do whatever you say... just please stop..."
He was done.
This cursed body. This insane world.
The forced pleasure. The writhing and moaning despite himself.
"Just... leave me alone..."
If everyone around him ended up like this,
he'd rather be by himself.
"What are you saying, Dad? You can't survive without me."
"Ugh..."
"Besides, the three of us—you, me, and our daughter—should play together. Why be alone?"
"No... no......"
"I love you so much, Dad. More than anything. I'd give you my everything. Why do you hate it?"
"You're the one who said you hated being alone."
"It's okay, Dad. No one will ever leave you alone."
"No matter where you go, I'll always find you. Don't be lonely."
.
.
.
-Thud crash!
"Guh! Cough! Kek...!"
What jolted him awake was the dull impact shaking his body and the nightmare horrors still seared into his mind.
-Tremble tremble tremble
"Kek... kuugh..."
His breathing was ragged, chills wracking him so badly he could barely move.
"Gurgh..."
On top of that, nausea surged up,
and his twisted position from falling off the bed kept him from getting up.
"Hoo... huuuu..."
The Saintess, reading his plea to be left alone, vanished in an instant,
and he focused on steadying his breath, slowly regaining control.
"Not here... I can't stay here... If I do, it'll turn into that... I have to escape somehow..."
-Tick tick
He gnawed at his nails—a rare habit—and muttered the thoughts swirling in his head.
That dream wasn't pure fantasy from his subconscious. It was laced with heavenly secrets.
In other words, it was entirely possible.
And with his current situation, the odds of it becoming reality were terrifyingly high.
"Heavenly Demon... I have to avoid the Heavenly Demon... Where can I even go..."
He was currently imprisoned in the Demonic Cult.
No more naive thoughts like "If I play my cards right, that future won't happen."
Even a 1%—no, 0.1%—chance would drive him mad, and with the Heavenly Demon nearby, it was way higher than that.
"Escape..."
With his mentality already 80% shattered, his thoughts quickly fixated on one place.
A destination he'd buried deep in his mind long ago, but one that objectively existed.
'Earth.'
Earth would let him live.
No random rapes or imprisonments like in this fucked-up world. Everyone was baseline human—no one to crush him with overwhelming power.
No matter where he went in this world, he couldn't escape that woman.
She could conquer the entire central plains solo.
So to break free from her,
to prevent that horrific future,
Earth was his only answer.
'10,000 points...'
But when the hell would he scrape together 10,000 points?
Just 1 point a day. No Ye So-cheon around to duplicate them either.
How... was there a way to rack up points short-term...
"...Ah."
There was.
If he could pull it off, not just 10,000—100,000 or a million points were possible.
And to make it happen...
"Saintess? I've got an idea. Mind helping me out?"
For now, he needed someone's help.