Hastur (1)
I gently supported the back of Jia's head, which had gone limp, and slowly pulled my cock out. Maintaining discipline was one thing—giving her a cervical injury was another.
Schluuuurp...♡
Pop...♡
The glans emerged from Jia's mouth like a cork being popped from a bottle.
"Kehhek! Haaah! Haaaah! Haaaa!"
Jia, who hadn't been able to breathe during the long ejaculation, gasped for air raggedly.
"How's it feel getting disciplined by a lame dick like mine? You gonna sass your big bro again? Huh?"
Jia meticulously licked the semen still clinging to her lips and swallowed it down, then grinned with a dazed, screw-loose expression.
"I-I'm sowwy, Oppa..♡ I won't be naughty anymore..♡ J-Jia was too cocky!♡ Hnng♡ Hnnh..♡ Hehehehe..♡"
Unlike my expectation that she'd put up a bit more fight and mouth off, she admitted defeat way too easily.
Did I actually get her in line?
"Th-this is great..♡ Hehehehehe..♡ Brain-melting sex..♡ Am-magical.. Best ever...♡ Hnngh!♡"
Her eyes sparkled like she'd awakened to something new.
...Maybe instead of disciplining her, I just woke up another monster.
That was the moment.
Bzzt!
The precept about checking the scenery beyond the village resurfaced after being forgotten for a while. Well, throat-fucking Jia was that kind of pleasure...
Hastur, huh.
The King in Yellow—definitely the name from the Equinox Book when it explained the Enzu nirum magic circle.
So that description wasn't wrong. This god is benevolent toward humans?
"Huh?"
Another precept popped up. What's this one?
Forgotten evil gods...
Among the ones I know, the ones that fit this best are Cain's Fang and Gra'hthul.
Divine beings forgotten in history. Of course, both have that arrogant way of talking like they're hot shit, so I can't confirm if they really have god-level power.
But if phrases like 'true god of humanity, terror from the west, great sovereign enthroned upon absolute apocalypse' or 'the magic tool used by the first murderer in the Bible' aren't exaggerations, they're definitely beyond human.
Anyway, that's a problem for later.
If I can just destroy the magic circle, no need for assembling or whatever—problem solved.
It felt ominous that alternatives were suggested, implying it wouldn't work, but am I supposed to abandon the plan to smash the magic circle after coming this far?
No way. Let's try it.
I confirmed Jia had come to her senses, pulled up my pants, and grabbed the chalk from under the blackboard.
Drag—
Screeech—
I planned to draw the magic circle in the middle of the classroom floor, so I shoved the desks aside to clear space.
"Like this...?"
Was my old self good at memorizing, or does the Equinox Book have some special mnemonic effect? Either way, I didn't need to check the book again—the Enzu nirum magic circle floated vividly in my mind.
Scritch—
Scriiitch—
After drawing the intricate geometric shapes for a while, only one final symbol remained.
My parched tongue scraped across my dry palate, but the tension didn't ease.
"Oppa, you done drawing?"
At some point, Jia had fixed her clothes and was standing beside me, peering at the magic circle with wide-eyed curiosity.
"Yeah. Just this last one, and it's done. If I start acting weird, use your voice right away to snap me out of it."
"Mhm!"
Truth be told, I had no idea if it'd even work properly once finished. It wasn't drawn with magical tools—just regular chalk.
That didn't make the tension any less.
Here goes.
Scritch.
I drew the symbol that looked like a backward R. The moment the magic circle completed...
Rumble...!
A chilling sound echoed, like a massive iron gate creaking open with wind rushing through the gap.
"O-Oppa, this feels kinda creepy..."
Just like she said, it reeked of bad vibes. Drawing the circle didn't instantly connect my mind to the Outer God—it seemed like I had to step onto it to activate.
"Jia, if I go weird, do not step into the magic circle no matter what. Wake me with your voice from outside. Got it?"
If she got dragged in too, this run ends in futility.
"O-Okay..."
Even the fearless Kang Jia, who usually acted like a puppy with no fear of tigers, was cowed by the circle's ominous aura.
"Hoo..."
I took a deep breath and stepped onto the magic circle with trembling legs.
...
Dark.
Cold.
Where is this?
Looking up, no stars—just thick yellow sulfur clouds writhing. Faint green and purple auroras flickered from holes in the clouds that looked like giant eyes.
The ground was cracked fissures everywhere, twisted inverted quartz-like protrusions jutting out. Black crystal rocks... like the material of Cain's Fang.
And black mist blanketing the distance.
Truly surreal.
Like one of those bizarre exoplanet landscapes NASA released someday.
As I shuddered at the sight, sudden agony engulfed my body.
"Guh!?"
Bubble bubble bubble!
My blood boiled inside me.
Can't breathe.
Did sunlight reach this planet at all? I wasn't freezing solid instantly, but frostbite crept in from my extremities in real time.
Why, why all of a sudden?
"Grk! Kraaaagh!"
As I screamed in torment, the black mist writhed strangely. Like a giant's eyelids twitching awake...
A grotesque voice echoed directly in my head.
What the hell is this?
I couldn't understand it, but I was certain.
This was
the voice of a god.
This was Enzu nirum, the voice of Hastur.
He was asking me something.
But I didn't have the luxury for Q&A.
Survive first.
I squeezed out the last air from my barotrauma-ravaged lungs and shouted.
"Keurgh—! P-Please, spare me!"
Pathetic.
All that resolve to shatter the Altered Common Sense world, to stop the Outer Gods... the heroic bullshit that got me onto the circle? Gone.
Only terror at being dropped on some alien rocky planet paralyzed my brain.
Fwooooosh!
Then the black mist approached me.
No—transcending time and space, it simply appeared before me.
The moment that mist—Hastur's divine form—touched my body...
"Hngh... Hngh... Uh?"
The agony vanished like it was washed away, and my breathing returned. My frostbitten, crumbling fingers and toes regenerated to normal.
He realized I couldn't understand his words and transmitted his will in a way I could comprehend. My whole body trembled like aspen leaves.
Just that majestic voice overwhelmed me, emptying my mind.
This being... was a god.
A true god.
No fleshly form imaginable by humans. Not carbon-based, silicon-based... not any form of life. Pure existence. A god slumbering on this remote planet by its own will to be.
I couldn't grasp why standing on the 'communication-only' magic circle dropped me onto this cosmic planet, but this peculiar god's benevolence toward humans was my stroke of luck.
Hastur's mist contracted to a point and began shaping a form.
Humanoid.
No—a mockery of human.
Over 4 meters tall at a glance, no eyes, nose, mouth, or genitals.
Just a pale-skinned bipedal thing.
Yellow robes like a robe materialized over its skin, covering head to toe.
Thud— Thud—
Was this how David felt before Goliath?
In just a couple strides, Hastur loomed right before me, looking down.
"Are you Hastur?"
I'd only asked if he was Hastur, but he responded as if understanding everything.
Before I could even ask how to stop Nyarlathotep's world alteration, Hastur dropped a bombshell.
What...?