Chapter 95
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 95
Chapter Title: #2 Bitch Submission ♥ Exorcist (Gyu Wol-ryeong - Submission Complete/Absolute Obedience Test) (1)
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—I have to escape.
For now, I had to pretend to be obedient. But deep down, I vowed never to forget the thought of running away.
I would seize any opportunity that arose, using even the smallest details as clues to aid my escape.
I would map out the building's structure piece by piece, chart escape routes, track my own schedule, study the personalities and habits of each sub-bishop, and weave it all into a concrete escape plan.
That was what I had firmly believed.
'But I haven't done a damn thing.'
...Yet in the end, ever since being captured and held here, I hadn't made a single effort to flee.
The surveillance was tight, I was confined to a solitary room, my movements were restricted, and my schedule was packed from morning till night with barely any gaps.
I could come up with excuses like that all day long.
But if someone asked whether that was truly all there was to it, I wouldn't be able to answer honestly.
For instance, if they gave me a full day off tomorrow under the guise of rest, what would I do?
I'd probably spend half the day recovering my stamina and spiritual energy.
Then, I'd somehow slip out of my room, analyze the sub-bishops' routines and paths I'd observed so far, find a gap, and make a break for it... That would be the ideal scenario, right?
I'm sure that's what I would have thought.
At least when I was first brought to this place.
'I don't know anymore...'
Why had I even considered escaping?
Why had I thought of fleeing this place?
Why had I resisted the sub-bishops?
Why had I rejected my duty as an offering?
'I was a fool.'
Any such thoughts made me the foolish one.
I was a stupid idiot. A complete moronic dumbass pussy bitch.
But not anymore.
Things had changed.
Here, I had learned what I truly was—a mere female.
I had learned that I was an offering, and embraced the mindset of one.
My heart had been corrupted, overflowing with love and affection for this cult, its believers, and the sub-bishops.
Now, I could no longer even entertain the idea of escaping.
The fact that they were Yoma, or on the side of Yoma, no longer mattered as a reason to run.
After all, the Yoma lords of this cult were all so magnificent.
They were the ones who turned a worthless thing like me into a mere bitch.
Wiser now from my education, I no longer resisted the superior Yoma of this exalted cult.
Such blasphemy was unthinkable. Utterly forbidden.
What should I do...?
Deep down, I knew this wasn't right.
Traces of my pride as an exorcist, my burdens and responsibilities, still lingered within me.
Yet I could no longer think as I once had.
Escaping or resisting held no appeal whatsoever.
I was already—
A knock echoed softly.
A voice granted permission to enter from inside.
With that, I turned the knob and stepped in.
Yeom Sub-Bishop greeted me with a warm, friendly smile.
"Good afternoon. Did you enjoy your meal? Any discomfort anywhere?"
"...Thanks to your care, it was delicious. No issues with the bedding or my daily life."
"So you've rested well enough?"
"Yes, plenty."
"No one disturbed your sleep in the night?"
"...Ok Sub-Bishop did visit. But as an exorcist, a little sleep is all I need."
"That woman... I specifically warned her not to touch you today, since it's important."
Rather than angry, he sighed with a look of helpless exasperation.
I felt apologetic. It really was fine.
As an exorcist, I didn't need much sleep.
And I'd spent the morning meditating and breathing exercises, recovering a good deal of my spent spiritual energy.
My condition was excellent.
Yeom Sub-Bishop smiled and asked a few more questions.
I answered each one diligently.
"Good. Now, take a look at this."
I gazed at the object he held out.
A purple gem I'd seen many times before, yet one that strangely slipped from my mind the moment it left my sight, impossible to recall.
As I looked at it, my consciousness blurred.
And in the next instant, it cleared.
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...My head felt sharp and clear.
Foggy memories I'd never recalled surfaced.
Things I hadn't been able to perceive became perceptible.
Among them were memories of the "grace" he'd shown me just moments ago.
Until now, I'd been utterly unable to recognize it.
But now I knew. I could recall it freely.
I knew now how I'd been hypnotized by it and toyed with in all sorts of ways.
Yet that knowledge brought no anger...
"Let me ask once more. Who are you?"
I answered. An exorcist dispatched here, named Gyu Wol-ryeong, age twenty-two.
And—
"I am an offering belonging to the Camellia Cult. A sacrificial bitch prepared to be offered to 'That One,' whose name is too reverent to utter."
I spoke with unwavering sincerity.
Moments ago, Gyu Wol-ryeong had come to Yeom Sub-Bishop's private quarters from her solitary room of her own accord.
That morning, he'd had someone place a clock in her room and ordered her to come at 1 p.m. after lunch.
The door's lock had been left open, and her morning schedule was empty.
She'd had ample opportunity to flee.
Yet Gyu Wol-ryeong had stayed quietly in her room during that golden chance.
By her own will, she finished her meal, waited patiently for the time, and walked here on her own two feet when it arrived.
The near ten days since being dragged to this hideout, filled with repeated training and indoctrination, had completely reshaped her will and thoughts...
After the questioning, they moved to the next verification stage.
When she'd arrived, Gyu Wol-ryeong was naked.
During her time here, clothing was forbidden except during assembly services.
"I'd like to see those tits. Show me how that vulgar udder of yours squirts milk."
"Yes..."
Yeom Sub-Bishop commanded leisurely from his seat.
Gyu Wol-ryeong obeyed, standing before him.
She gripped her heavy breasts with both hands, kneading and fondling them.
'My own breasts... but they're so vulgar and lewd...'
Ok Sub-Bishop, obsessed with her, always praised her breasts.
Calling them incredibly lewd and obscene udders.
Woo Sub-Bishop, jealous of her, always insulted them.
Filthy, vulgar pig-fat sacks.
Recalling those moments as she massaged her breasts, the pleasure flashed back vividly from within.
A shiver ran through her, heat building fiercely inside her tits.
Her nipples tingled.
It didn't last long before milk began to spurt out instead.
"Nnghaaa...♡"
Gyu Wol-ryeong kneaded her breasts with slutty moans.
Lifting them from below, circling, occasionally teasing her areolas and nipples gently.
Milk squirted from her nipples in rhythmic bursts.
So much that it sprayed like a water gun at times, dripping down from her nipples to the undersides of her breasts.
The interval to lactation was quick now. Whether she'd learned to control it or her body had changed, it didn't matter to Yeom Sub-Bishop.
The breast kneading and milking show continued for a while.
Until Yeom Sub-Bishop said, "That's enough."
"Sufficient. Stop there."
"Yes..."
Gyu Wol-ryeong released her breasts and stood at attention.
Her face flushed red, her expression that of a proper bitch in heat, eyes gleaming with lust.
Her slightly erect nipples, more swollen and springy, were messily coated in the milk she'd just squeezed out.
"Next, your pussy. Show me your cunt. Use the desk if you like."
Gyu Wol-ryeong obeyed.
She pulled over the desk he'd indicated, perched on it, and spread her legs.
Then, with her hands, she parted her slit wide, displaying it clearly for Yeom Sub-Bishop.
Still a pretty, lewd pussy. Despite all the abuse from the sub-bishops and believers, it retained its virgin-like shape and color.
Having gotten sufficiently aroused from the breast and milking play moments ago, her slit was already a bit wet.
Yeom Sub-Bishop reached out, touched it, and she let out a sweet sigh, "Aah♡," her pussy twitching.
He fondled the slit and folds briefly to check sensitivity, then slipped a finger into the hole.
Her pussy reflexively clenched around the intruder.
"Squeeze it."
"Yes...!"
Gyu Wol-ryeong focused her will, tightening harder around his finger.
The pressure intensified noticeably.
Even with just one finger, it conveyed so much about this pussy.
A top-tier masterpiece with superb grip. Excellent durability too. Though it came too easily for such quality.
Yeom Sub-Bishop withdrew his finger and smeared the drawn-out nectar onto her clit.
After the "grace"-induced procedure, her clitoris could no longer hide.
No foreskin to cover it; it stood perpetually exposed. Probably even panties alone would rub it enough to make her cum if she wasn't careful.
"Nnh...♡ Clit...♡♡ Feels so good...♡♡ Haaang...♡♡"
Her pitiful, ever-exposed clit was rubbed with her own juices.
Gyu Wol-ryeong writhed her hips, unable to stifle her sweet moans.
But she didn't pull away or move recklessly.
A demeanor befitting an offering—docile and proper.
Even reflexively, she restrained her body with her own will to avoid inconveniencing him.
Unable to escape that way, her clit endured prolonged torment at Yeom Sub-Bishop's hand.
Throughout, waves of pleasure dozens of times normal threatened to shatter her mind.
Only after she'd climaxed two or three times from clit stimulation alone did he finally stop.
"Next, I want to see your ass. Present it."
"Yes..."
Once more, Gyu Wol-ryeong complied.
She turned around, bent over the desk, and thrust her lovely ass toward him.