Chapter 96
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: #2 Bitch Submission ♥ Exorcist (Gyu Wol-ryeong - Submission Complete/Absolute Obedience Test) (2)
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Gyu Wol-ryeong offered her ass without any resistance, and Vice Bishop Yeom reached out to fondle it.
The flesh filled his hand completely.
He could feel its delightful bounce and perfect chewiness.
If it had been Vice Bishop Ok, he would have been drooling uncontrollably, unable to hold back as he sank his teeth in or slathered it with his tongue. It was that alluring of a backside.
Even as he groped and stroked that ass, scooping up her love juices from her pussy and slathering them messily over her anus to tease it, Gyu Wol-ryeong remained obediently bent over.
"That's enough. Get down from the desk now."
Gyu Wol-ryeong stepped down from the desk and stood.
"May I have a kiss?"
"...Excuse me."
Gyu Wol-ryeong drew close to Vice Bishop Yeom, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.
It started as a light press of lips to lips. But when Vice Bishop Yeom signaled with his eyes for more, she pressed herself tightly against him and deepened it, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed her tongue past his lips.
That alone filled her with overwhelming joy, but midway through, Vice Bishop Yeom reversed it, thrusting his own tongue into her mouth to explore. The pleasure that crashed over her then was several times greater than before.
Vice Bishop Yeom wasn't quite as skilled as the innkeeper, but he was still a man in the twilight of middle age.
Normally, Gyu Wol-ryeong should have felt chills of revulsion at kissing a man like him—or any man, for that matter. Strangely, though, she felt nothing of the sort.
The inspection continued for some time.
Gyu Wol-ryeong obeyed his every command without hesitation, striking the various poses he demanded or fulfilling his requests.
She showed no signs of annoyance or irritation as she repeated these acts.
On the contrary, she looked delighted to be able to obey.
Nngh...... Uh... Ah... Ahhn.....
Eventually, Gyu Wol-ryeong stood before Vice Bishop Yeom masturbating herself, her mind going blank from the pleasure her own hand created in moments.
And she came on the spot.
Even as her hips bucked wildly in climax right in front of him, there was no order to stop, so she kept fingering away.
Thrusting her lower body forward to give him a clear view of her squirting pussy, she plunged fingers into the hole while tormenting her clit viciously with her other hand.
Just from that squirting frenzy, Gyu Wol-ryeong climaxed three times in an instant.
Her pathetic pussy was quick to cum, after all.
Having confirmed that much, Vice Bishop Yeom clapped his hands in satisfaction and praised her.
"Excellent, sacrifice. You've followed my orders perfectly. Just to be sure, do you think you're under hypnosis, forcing you to obey?"
"...No... I don't think so...."
"Heh, exactly. As you said, the 'absolute obedience' hypnosis is no longer in effect. Without any compulsion at all, you've submitted to me—and to us—purely of your own will."
Vice Bishop Yeom grinned broadly, looking immensely pleased, and pulled Gyu Wol-ryeong into an embrace. He groped her from ass to pussy.
She still offered no resistance....
Eventually, her body relaxed, and Vice Bishop Yeom stepped away from her.
He headed to a corner of the room. From a drawer there, he retrieved something.
'That's....'
The object he pulled out was familiar.
A wooden stick about a foot to a foot and a half long.
It was her personal sacred tool, crafted from a branch of a thousand-year-old sacred peach tree.
He brought it carefully to her and handed it over.
She accepted it without a second thought.
"I retrieved your and Dom's luggage from the inn and have been holding onto it. I heard this staff-like thing is your weapon. Is that right?"
"...Yes...."
"Good. Now you have a weapon in your hand. Right?"
Yes, she nodded.
But why? The question floated up.
Vice Bishop Yeom noticed the doubt on her face and continued with a kind smile.
"You're an exorcist, aren't you?"
"Yes... I am."
"And right now, you have a weapon in your hand."
"......Yes...."
"The man before you is a Yoma. Isn't he?"
"............Y-Yes...."
"Come now. You, an exorcist, are armed before a Yoma. So what should you do next?"
Exorcist. Yoma. Weapon.
Her limbs were free, and the hypnosis enforcing her actions had been lifted.
All the pieces were in place.
Gyu Wol-ryeong had no more excuses left.
"You have two choices—slay the Yoma, or submit to him."
Forced to choose.
No backing out.
Defeat the foe, or submit.
Gyu Wol-ryeong was an exorcist.
An exorcist had to slay Yoma.
How dare he underestimate her like this. Infuriating, but a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
His arrogance would be his undoing.
A chance that would never come again.
The very opportunity she had hoped and yearned for was now being handed to her.
Gyu Wol-ryeong looked at the weapon in her hand, then at Vice Bishop Yeom before her, then back at her weapon.
And at last, her grip on the sacred tool loosened. The wooden staff slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor.
Her cherished armament rolled across the ground with a rattle.
Then Gyu Wol-ryeong lowered herself right there, prostrating flat on the floor. She bowed her head deeply before Vice Bishop Yeom.
Submitting of her own accord through her actions.
There was no way she could harm the Vice Bishop of the 【Camellia】 Sect, whom she revered, admired, and loved.
She had no other choice.
Dogeza held special meaning even for an exorcist.
It wasn't meant to be sexual, but naked and prostrated like that, the pose was intensely erotic.
Bzzzzzz—
"...?! Nnngooooohhh♡...!!"
'Sp-Spiritual power... draining out...♡♡'
A flood of spiritual power far beyond mere sex or declarations of submission poured from her.
Likely due to the spiritual significance of the dogeza itself.
Her mind nearly ripped away in a massive outflow of spiritual power.
Yet even that converted into immense pleasure, overwhelming her body.
Still in dogeza, Gyu Wol-ryeong climaxed explosively, losing control and squirting wildly onto the floor with a splatter.
A puddle of what might have been urine or squirt spread across the ground.
And Vice Bishop Yeom crushed her head beneath his foot.
"Excellent. That concludes the verification. You've been selected as the sacrifice to offer 'Her' tonight. Consider it an honor."
"Hiiik...♡ Yeeesss...♡ Such an undeserved honor... thank you...♡♡"
With her head pinned, Gyu Wol-ryeong beamed with genuine joy. Still prostrated, she wagged her ass side to side flirtatiously.
No trace remained of the proud, unbreakable exorcist she had once been....
They say my offering as the sacrifice will take place tonight.
And until then, I've been ordered to serve as Vice Bishop Yeom's comfort in a final farewell gesture.
Of course, this is an immense honor and joy for me.
Having already surrendered deep in my heart, filled with respect and affection for them, there's no way I'd refuse.
*Slurp* *Slurp* *Smooch*
*Smooch* *Smooch* *Smooch* *Sluuuurp...!*
I'm sucking Vice Bishop Yeom's cock with my mouth.
Lustfully and vulgarly, brimming with desire, yet elegantly and demurely at the same time.
I don't know why, but it feels like I've been taught to do it this way.
And seeing me like this, he praised me: "You truly have a gift for this."
Thrilled by the praise, I sucked his cock even more eagerly.
Pretending to be prim, but sometimes hollowing my cheeks to deepthroat it obscenely.
I devoted all my knowledge and technique to serving his cock diligently.
*Gulp...* *Gulp...*!
"Nn... Nnngh nnngh...♡♡!"
After a long bout of service, hot fluid flooded my mouth.
I felt the vigorous spurts pounding my throat.
I stifled the urge to cough and swallowed it all.
It slid down my esophagus into my stomach with greedy gulps. Whether hallucination or reality, even the stimulation on my stomach lining turned to sweet pleasure, spreading ecstasy through my body.
My belly filled with that warm, soothing heat....
"Haaahk~!! Nnnaaah...!!"
I writhed in shame and bliss, bucking my hips.
The foreign sensation invading my guts. It carved into me, kneading every nook and cranny mercilessly, reaching even the deepest parts.
What had entered my pussy was the sacred tool I'd discarded on the floor earlier—the peach wood staff.
Vice Bishop Yeom had picked it up and was now thrusting it into my pussy.
The wooden staff had blunt ends, sliding into my pussy with surprising ease.
Unlike a pleasure toy molded for sex, it lacked the ridges and bumps, its shaft perfectly smooth overall. Yet its ideal girth plunging in and out alone sent astonishing pleasure surging through me.
Oh. So my sacred tool had this use too.
If only I'd realized sooner. Instead of daring to fight Yoma with it, using it for masturbation would have made it far more meaningful.
"Mmm... You look like you're enjoying it quite a bit. How about using it like this?"
With those words, a strange change came over the staff buried deep inside me.
Sensitive to spiritual power as a Special Grade Exorcist, I sensed it immediately. Yoma power he poured into the staff was invading me through it.
"Kyaaahhh~~~!!!"
The yoma power stabbed directly into my depths like lightning, making my body convulse as if electrocuted.
Not quite an electric shock. But similar, yet incomparably more intense, the sensation swept through me.
I have excellent resistance to yoma power as a Special Grade Exorcist.
But yoma power poured straight into my insides like this? Even I couldn't block it. There's no way to train against that.
'That's not all... no...!'
'Amplified... by the staff's spiritual power...!!'
"Oh...? You like this too, huh. Alright, a bit more."
*Zzzzzzt*
"Hiiiiiik—?!"
He tested it again, channeling more yoma power into the staff.
And without fail, it hammered me from within, drowning me in bizarre sensations that blurred pain and pleasure.
Shocking yet good. Painful yet good. My vision went white, my body floating weightlessly.
He experimented several times, adjusting the intensity, until he got the knack.
Not enough to break me instantly, but far from ignorable, he infused the staff with potent yoma power and began pistoning it again.
Bent over, I flailed helplessly against the sensations of the moving wood, letting out gasps.
Tears of pleasure overflowed in seconds, and at utterly unpredictable timings, climaxes hit, sending massive sprays splashing from between my legs.