Chapter 142
Chapter 142
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 142
Chapter Title: Aurora's Endless Denial
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“Huu, huut... P-please come out.”
Aurora, who had been performing the courtship dance(?) toward the hole, stared at the hole with no sign of activity.
The tentacles needed to emerge quickly and ravage her—only then would everything end.
She resented the tentacles that still refused to appear.
Even amid all this, her pussy itched unbearably.
“Haa, haa.”
Drool spilled from the panting woman's lips, dripping down her chin.
But far more pussy juice flowed steadily from her lower mouth.
Her frustrated body wouldn't stop moving.
As she desperately danced the courtship dance toward the hole, she finally saw tentacles beginning to crawl out from within.
“Aah...”
The wriggling tentacles, covered in countless protrusions, stretched out toward her in all directions.
Faced with what should have been a horrifying sight, Aurora let out a low moan.
Her body trembled at the conviction that this grotesque thing would deliver overwhelming pleasure to her.
Her legs spread a little wider, making it easier for the tentacles to torment her.
It was an act driven purely by her unconscious.
A pose meant to heighten her pleasure even more.
It was far too vulgar for a noble, far too slutty for a mage.
Who could call spreading one's legs into an O-shape to expose the pussy dignified?
It certainly wasn't a pose Aurora had consciously chosen.
She had simply assumed it on instinct.
“Quickly...”
She urgently beckoned the tentacle.
It glanced around cautiously before slowly approaching her.
“Do it quickly.”
Her desperate pleas blurred the line between wanting to escape this place or simply chasing pleasure.
“Haa, haa.”
As if understanding her words, the tentacle slowly drew nearer.
The moment it touched her toe.
“Hieeuk!”
Aurora's hypersensitive body convulsed like it was seizing.
She nearly lost her posture.
She shuddered and twitched at the sensation of the tentacle crawling up her body.
As it inched toward more pleasurable spots.
“Uuueut...”
Entranced, she stared piercingly at the tentacle.
Even as it bound her limbs again and wrapped around her waist, manipulating her body at will.
“Aauk! Th-that spot's sensitive...”
All Aurora did was tremble and moan lewdly, offering no resistance.
‘This is all to escape.’
Having justified it to herself, she panted as she tentatively accepted the tentacle's touch.
When it began openly caressing her body.
“Huuueut!”
Unconsciously, she tensed her toes and jerked her body.
‘Just a little more...’
I'm gonna cum.
I can feel a real orgasm coming.
So just a bit more...
The tentacle extended and rubbed her pussy slickly.
“Haaueut! Right there!!”
The squelching sound of the protrusion-covered tentacle grinding against her soaked pussy lips.
Squelch! Squelch!
Made the situation even more obscene.
The blatant sounds and sensations kept her aroused nonstop.
Each glance at the pink tentacle defiling her pale skin brought an unfamiliar sense of depravity.
If this thing—this thick, elongated tentacle—entered her.
If it tore through her virginity.
She would gain unimaginable pleasure.
‘If I can just cum...’
She shook her hips toward the tentacle tormenting her pussy.
Subtly enticing it to enter her.
She knew she shouldn't, but her body kept reacting.
‘If I can just escape... If I get out of here, I can make excuses.’
She could claim she had no choice, ensnared by that devilish man's spell, and the church would show mercy.
It would only be once anyway.
It couldn't be helped.
But the tentacle wriggled as if refusing to enter her.
“Why, why...”
It ignored her words.
Instead, it began caressing her entire body, as if determined to drive her mad with need.
It tickled from her neckline to her collarbone, rubbed her nipples with its protrusion-covered length, and slithered over her abs to tease her navel.
“Hieeuk!”
Yet the cursed mark etched on her body denied her climax again and again, leaving her twitching on the edge.
“Aaaah...”
I want to cum so bad.
Just a little more and I could.
Right on the brink of climax.
Wuuung.
Her lower abdomen glowed brightly, halting the tormenting pleasure at an ambiguous point and leaving her in agonizing limbo.
That precarious state where she couldn't release satisfyingly.
Like a tub full of water sloshing against a thin membrane, never quite overflowing.
And just as she grew accustomed to that cruel sensation, the pleasure filling her body drained away like water down a sinkhole.
Her unfulfilled body writhed desperately for greater reward, while her denied mind frayed at the edges.
If it had happened only once, Aurora wouldn't have suffered like this.
“I-I'm cumming! This time for real!!”
She thought the tentacle's touch would finally grant her an extreme climax.
“Again...”
But the glowing cursed mark blocked it once more.
After one, two, and countless more denials she could no longer count.
“Haa, haa.”
She stared blankly into space with unfocused eyes, drooling and twitching intermittently.
“I wanna cum...”
I want to feel good.
A total of 89 orgasm denials.
Any ordinary person would have lost their mind long ago.
Even a mage with strong mental fortitude would crack after dozens of denials in one spot.
Aurora had already been pushed to her limit.
Trapped in Max's illusion like an endless hell, she wandered a paradise of unreachable climaxes until she broke.
‘Not much time has passed...’
“Hut!”
Her fully sensitized body now jerked to the brink with even the slightest brush of a tentacle.
Her plan to stall until other mages found her was gone; she was a total mess.
After failing to cum dozens of times, her once-sharp mind was dulled.
“I wanna cuuum! P-please, just...”
At first, she had only sought orgasm to escape this space, but now she craved it outright, shaking her body in desperation.
Exposed creatures, male or female, inevitably crumbled under intense pleasure.
Torture laced with pain could be endured, but pleasure-infused torment broke humans easily.
Pleasure couldn't be forcibly denied or suppressed.
“Haa, haa.”
Aurora swayed her hips flirtatiously.
Enticing the tentacle even more blatantly.
Hoping it would satisfy her.
Her previous strategies had long vanished from her mind.
“Uuueut...”
Writhing solely for climax, she exerted herself fully to escape the punishment room.
“Please, pleeease...”
Her pleading voice had evolved beyond mere begging.
The once-strong-willed Aurora now seemed ready to do anything for release.
After 89—no, now over 90—denials, she felt like she was going insane.
No longer rejecting the tentacle's touch on her own body, she suddenly heard a sound beside her.
Clank.
The punishment room door opened.
“Have you finally realized your sins?”
She blankly looked at the entering figure.
Not the jailer who had locked her here initially, but the man called the captain.
But...
He looks like someone.
Who was it? As she tried to think, the 91st denial twisted her body.
“Huuueut!”
“No answer? You're still far from true reflection, then.”
“I-I get it! I know!”
Aurora hurriedly grabbed the captain as he turned to leave the punishment room.
“Is that so? Then what sin brought you here?”
“I-I...”
Her lips trembled before she cautiously spoke.
“Th-the devil...”
The captain smirked at her words.
“Really?”
“...Huh?”
“Are you truly admitting you tried to summon a devil?”
“Th-that's...”
“You know that's not the answer I want.”
She looked up at the captain again.
The familiar face grew clearer.
It resembled Max.
“Y-you...”
“Do you get it now? What your real mistake was, Aurora.”
“...”
She couldn't believe it.
Even after seeing his form and hearing his voice, she hadn't realized this captain was Max until he gave her the hint.
She had even thought this man might be an illusion performing the tentacles.
Illusions having no physical force was common knowledge, after all.
She had assumed he fooled her eyes and senses with illusion, using tentacles.
But Max hadn't touched her?
Did it have physical force?
The thought made Aurora's head spin.
‘H-how strong is he?’
Only then did she realize the vast gap in their magical prowess.
A perfect illusion even the headmaster like her couldn't detect.
What level of illusion magic allowed her to be so utterly powerless?
It even overcame the fatal flaw of illusions lacking physicality.
A mage who transcended illusion magic's worst weakness.
A chill ran down Aurora's spine.
‘I can't escape this illusion with my power.’
She hadn't even noticed Max right in front of her—how could she find the illusion's flaw and break free?
Any mage of decent skill would sense it instantly.
Her resolve shattered in an instant as she swallowed hard.
“I-I...”
She cautiously opened her mouth.
“I f-falsely accused you of being a devil summoner...”
“And?”
“Wh-what do you mean, and...?”
“Not reflective enough. You need more time.”
“W-wait! W-wait, Max...”
Thud.
The door closed.
“Kyaaah!”
Subjected to another orgasm denial with the tentacles.
Creak.
She saw Max enter again.
After several more denials she could no longer count, her ruined self faced the approaching Max with a blank expression.
“Have you reflected now?”
“Y-yes... I'm sorry. F-for reporting you as a devil summoner... and for insolently insulting you, Max-nim. I-I'm reflecting. Truly.”
Her once haughty tone now carried desperate politeness.
“T-to bolster the Life Magic School's competitiveness, I had no choice...”
“Tsk.”
Max clicked his tongue.
“Excusing your wrongs with reasons? You need more reflection.”
He stood and left the punishment room again.
“W-wait! Max-nim! I'm s-sorryyy! Uuueut!!!!”
Orgasm Denied. Orgasm Denied. Orgasm Denied. Orgasm Denied. Orgasm Denied.
Orgasm Denied. Orgasm Denied. Orgasm Denied. Orgasm Denied. Orgasm Denied.
Dozens more orgasm denials.
“Uguueut!!!”
A vulgar wail echoed through the punishment room.
Surrounded by tentacles, she grew even more frantic to reach pleasure.
And from her mouth.
“I'm sorry! I-I won't do it again!”
“Max-nim, p-please spare me just once!!”
“Huuueuut!!”
She called for Max, screaming apologies.
Unsure of her exact wrong, she kept atoning and begging.
As if it were her duty.
When Max finally returned after a long while.
“I-I'm sorry. P-please let me cum now. My pussy throbs so much, I feel like I'm dying. Please...”
There was Aurora, naked and kneeling before Max, begging as a woman.
Her Life Magic School pride utterly discarded, pleading for pleasure from him.
“Finally, proper reflection.”
Max smiled down at her.
His hand glowed.
Drunk on the relief of impending release, Aurora blankly gazed at him.
The light from his hand looked like a divine blessing from the gods.