Chapter 82
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: #2 Humiliating Exorcist (Gyu Wol-ryeong - Spiritual Power Exploitation Sex)
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I should have considered that possibility beforehand.
While Dom and I were asleep, they must have already hypnotized us.
I have no idea how long we were out, but they had more than enough time to break us down and plant that hypnosis.
That must be why they were so confident.
I can only imagine how ridiculous I looked, running around desperately without a clue.
Maybe they even hypnotized me so I wouldn't notice the truth from the start.
If that's the case, at least I could make some excuse for my idiotic behavior.
Not that it changes anything, of course...
After failing to escape the conference room, I was forced to face off against each of those vice bishops one by one, with Dom watching the whole time.
But it wasn't a real contest—just the usual degradation.
No resistance or defiance allowed. They toyed with me however they pleased, targeting my weaknesses until I came over and over, then forced me to admit defeat once they'd had their fun.
After conceding to all six vice bishops, they used their "grace" to crank my sensitivity to the max and made me put on an intense masturbation show in front of them until I passed out.
When I came to, I was in this isolation cell.
Dom, who should have been with me, was nowhere in sight.
But I could faintly hear her voice through the door crack, so I figured she was locked up in a similar spot.
My hands were bound again, and I had nothing to wear.
The restraints on my arms, the door and walls of this cell—they were things I could shatter easily under normal circumstances.
But some deep feeling told me I absolutely couldn't, draining my will to fight.
Had to be the hypnosis forbidding it.
Even when I tried to push myself, I couldn't muster any power.
My title of Special Grade Exorcist meant nothing here. In this cell, I was just a helpless bitch.
'Bitch'? What kind of thought is that...'
I tried to deny the word that bubbled up so naturally, but it clung to me no matter how hard I pushed it away.
It felt like no other word fit me better. Muttering it aloud only made it stick harder, looping endlessly in my mouth and mind.
Pathetic.
As I wrestled with those thoughts, trying to assess my situation and find some way to resist...
The door to my cell swung open, and that same vice bishop stepped in with a tray of food.
And that's how things reached this point.
The vice bishop with the kindly face had returned.
He was a repulsive piece of trash at heart, but I had no choice but to obey his orders.
Just as commanded, I sucked his cock, swallowing every drop of the semen he unleashed into my mouth.
The bitter taste lingered vividly on my tongue.
Normally, something from a bastard like him should disgust me, but whatever they'd done to my head made my tongue perceive it as incredibly appealing, delicious, irresistible.
I knew the disconnect was dangerous, but knowing didn't help me stop.
Would this feeling of loving "men's semen" eventually become natural for me?
Even after using my mouth-pussy, the vice bishop didn't leave.
Staying to "supervise" my meal, he groped my body with his pervert hands the entire time.
"Hnn... Ah... Haaang..."
Whether it was the lingering hypnosis keeping my sensitivity sky-high, changes from all the experiences I'd endured, or just his skilled touch...
I came over and over from his hands while trying to eat.
His fingers hit my weak spots so precisely that holding back even for a moment was impossible...
"Nng... Ok... Hnng... Ah...♡"
Once I finished eating, he ordered me to serve him.
Obeying, I straddled his leisurely exposed cock and started moving my hips myself.
"Ugh, ugh, huuuu♡♡ Cumming...♡♡"
"Cumming again already? Your pussy's completely worthless, Offering."
"It's not worthless...♡♡ Haaaang♡♡..."
I denied it reflexively, but even I had to admit my pussy was the epitome of pathetic.
Serving him by riding his cock, I came after just a few dozen short thrusts—or a handful of long ones.
My pussy was a sopping mess; I knew it myself.
I'd climaxed multiple times already since starting this service with it.
Meanwhile, the cock receiving my service stood strong.
It wasn't bravado—he genuinely looked relaxed, nowhere near cumming from a pussy like mine.
Before coming to this fog-shrouded city, the cocks I knew would blow their load from just a little stimulation.
The dicks I knew weren't this rock-hard and massive. They weren't this veiny. They didn't shoot this much cum.
Even the AV actors I'd glimpsed out of curiosity weren't this impressive.
'It's because it's a Yoma cock... This can't be normal... No way all men are like this...'
In front of a cock like this, any average guy would end up treated like a bitch.
And probably me too—before the Succubus Curse...
"Stopping again? What are you doing? Move properly. Serve me diligently. Show some awareness that you're the Offering."
"........."
Words like "shut the fuck up" swirled in my head, but they wouldn't come out. No direct order blocking it, either.
I vaguely knew why, but I shoved the thought away.
Silently, I resumed my cowgirl service, grinding on him.
Huu... Ngh... Nn... Ahng...
I moved my hips diligently, clenching my pussy, using every "technique to please a man" etched into my body and mind to pleasure his cock as much as possible.
Watching me, the vice bishop lit a long, pipe-like cigarette and blew smoke toward my face.
That sweet scent I'd smelled multiple times in this area.
A potent aphrodisiac—I'd inhaled it plenty already.
Each puff melted my mind into a sticky haze; I couldn't resist.
"Hooooh♡...!!"
My pussy spasmed wildly, growing hypersensitive, delivering unbearable pleasure with every motion.
Chills raced up my spine. My womb tingled sharply.
Even then, the vice bishop lounged leisurely, enjoying his smoke and my struggling service.
He exhaled another cloud—that sweet, maddening scent for bitches like me.
After serving far longer and cumming countless times, I finally coaxed his semen deep into my belly.
Slap slap slap slap...!!
Heegut, uguuuu...!!
The wet smacks of flesh colliding echoed, followed by Gyu Wol-ryeong's bitchy moans ringing out.
She'd serviced the vice bishop diligently, making his cock—while he just sat smoking—cum multiple times.
Despite her tireless efforts with her body, cresting dozens of orgasms to milk him dry, he still wasn't satisfied.
Next, with his massive Yoma-like hands and frame, he pinned her down and began raping her in earnest.
Up to now, her "service" had been diligent but lukewarm. She realized that now, getting fucked so intensely by him directly.
"Heh, feeling good, Exorcist girl? Starting to grasp your role as the Offering?"
"Kuhuuut♡ Ngh...!! N-No... way... Huuuut♡♡!! Haaaang♡♡"
"Exactly. Shall I drill that awareness deeper?"
"Oof?! Th-That's not—Ooooh♡ Nngooooh♡♡"
The vice bishop tormented her ultra-weak spot—her womb entrance—with his cock relentlessly.
Without pause, he ravaged every sensitive point, thrusting in overwhelming ways to toy with her. She realized he'd been holding back until now.
I can't beat this cock. I can't beat this man.
Without my Exorcist powers, I couldn't even push his bulk off a little.
Even with them, my bitch pussy couldn't defeat a Yoma cock.
A profound sense of defeat and despair welled up uncontrollably.
Realizing it, she tried to salvage things—but it was far too late.
"Yar yar yar!! Take this you arrogant cunt! Admit it! Admit your defeat, you filthy toilet hole!!!!"
"Nyaaaah♡♡ Ah♡♡!! Aaaaaah~~♡♡!!"
With violent pistoning churning her insides, she climaxed spectacularly again.
Pinned under his massive body, hers arched and convulsed wildly.
Her orgasms had stretched longer lately—from 1-2 seconds to over ten each time, melting her nerves raw.
But the shocks hitting her didn't end there.
'N-No... not that... coming...!'
And inevitably, the sensation of something draining from her body—shuuuur...
"Hnnk... Aaaaa...!! No... not again... it's being stolen... no...!!"
Perhaps because her mind had admitted defeat.
Massive spiritual power leaked from her body, flowing into the vice bishop ravaging her.
Afterward, exhaustion wrapped her body and mind like a signal.
Her spiritual power was being stolen.
Her power as an Exorcist.
It had happened repeatedly just recently.
Whenever defeat surged in her heart, whenever she acknowledged it, she felt her power leaking away.
Conversely, he grew stronger devouring it.
His aura was noticeably heavier than when he'd first entered.
The helplessness of knowing but being unable to stop it.
The humiliation of her demon-slaying spiritual power fueling a Yoma's growth.
All that made it even harder for her to endure.
As if reading her mind, the vice bishop grinned sleazily down at her frustrated face, continuing his brutal pistoning.
Finally, as promised, he flooded the bitch Exorcist's toilet pussy and womb with his Yoma semen.
Gurgle gurgle gurgle...
Marking her insides with hot, thick loads.
He came without restraint, reveling in it.
"~~~~~~~!! Uuuuuuuut...♡♡♡"
Feeling over 2000 times the normal pleasure from the creampie, Gyu Wol-ryeong spasmed again amid crashing ecstasy that felt like it would burn out her nerves and brain.
Whether from dumping cum in the bitch Exorcist's womb or her acknowledging defeat again...
More spiritual power flowed from her into him.
The vice bishop smiled contentedly at the delightful gift, licking her dazed face.