My Pussy... It's Ruined...
My Pussy... It's Ruined...
The inside of the boss room on the dungeon's 10th floor was filled with the same damp, unpleasant air as yesterday.
The Ogre King, with a massive club slung over its shoulder, spotted the intruders and let out an enraged roar.
Despite the beast's roar shaking the floor, Ars strode forward proudly, completely undaunted.
In his hand was a cheap, mass-produced iron sword that had been cut in half yesterday and hastily soldered back together at the village forge.
"Everyone, stay behind me. I won't be beaten as pathetically as yesterday ever again."
"Ars, have you lost your mind? Your sword is still the same, and your armor is nothing but scraps of leather, so what the hell gives you the confidence to lead the charge?! We need to advance in formation!"
The mage Celine shouted irritably as she adjusted her grip on her staff.
Her golden eyes were filled with deep distrust toward Ars's reckless behavior.
"Celine, don't worry. After hovering at death's door yesterday, something inside me definitely awakened. The Goddess-nim must have completely unlocked my potential. Right now, my body is overflowing with more power than I can control!"
"Haa, that idiot's started spouting nonsense again just because his bones have knitted back together. Maria, get a barrier ready in the rear. If that guy breaks again, I'm leaving him behind and running this time."
The warrior Lena, her gray ponytail tied tightly, shrugged and snapped harshly.
But Maria, standing at the rear of the party, was obviously far from normal.
"Y-yes... Eut, I'm getting... ready...!"
Maria clutched her staff with difficulty, her face deathly pale.
Her legs were visibly trembling, while her lower body beneath the loose cleric robes was screaming from a horrible foreign sensation.
The marks of having been ravaged by Lazarus all night on the altar of the grand cathedral the previous night remained etched across her body.
Her crimson vaginal opening, torn and swollen from her ruptured hymen, caused stinging pain with every step, and above all, the sticky semen of that beastly man, filling the depths of her uterus, was pressing heavily against her lower abdomen.
'It hurts... My belly is so heavy that I can't straighten my back....'
Maria bit her lip as she felt the murky fluid slide slickly down the insides of her thighs.
She was terrified of how shocked Ars would be if they learned about the vulgar, obscene things she had endured throughout the night.
But thanks to her wretched sacrifice, Maria's body was now brimming with the Imperial Church's highest-grade holy power.
"Here I go! I'll pour all my potential into this one strike!"
Ars charged toward the Ogre King, raising his sword in a clumsy stance.
The Ogre King also lifted its massive club high, intent on crushing the intruder's skull.
It was the exact same situation as yesterday, and Ars's bones were about to be shattered all over again.
"Great, great Spirit of the Sun... Euk, haat... Grant this man your light... Euhut...!"
Maria squeezed her eyes shut and chanted the spell to unleash her holy power.
The moment she opened her Mana Circuit, Lazarus's semen pooled inside her uterus reacted violently with heat and began converting into an enormous amount of divine mana.
An intense golden aura tinged with red burst from the tip of Maria's staff and instantly enveloped Ars's body.
This was the 'Protection of the Sun Spirit,' a power of an entirely different order from the faint barriers cast by ordinary saintesses—a high-tier holy magic that even the Imperial Church's high priests might see only once in their entire lives.
"Oooo! It's coming! My true power is bursting out from every inch of my body!"
Ars gazed at the overwhelming vortex of light surrounding him and broke into a manic grin.
He had not the slightest idea that this incredible miracle had originated from Maria's physical corruption, firmly believing that it was talent manifesting from within him.
"Disappear, you monster!"
Following the path of Ars's crude iron sword, a massive golden slash poured down like a waterfall.
The Ogre King's thick club evaporated like a rotten branch the instant it touched the slash, and then the entire upper body of the huge monster vanished without a trace in a dazzling flash.
The vibrations that had been shaking the floor ceased, and a heavy silence descended over the boss room.
"Hahaha! Did you all see that? This is the true power of a chosen hero! My sword aura just tore space apart!"
Ars raised his sword toward the empty air and shouted triumphantly.
Celine and Lena stood frozen with their jaws hanging open at the surreal sight before them.
"W-what was that just now...?! That's impossible. That aura was high-level temple magic of at least the Seventh Circle. Ars, what on earth did you do to your body?"
Celine asked urgently, looking as though she might drop her staff in disbelief.
With her extensive knowledge of magic, she could tell plainly that Ars's strike had not been the result of physical strength, but an explosion of holy power injected from outside.
"What do you mean, what did I do?! I focused my mind and prayed all night yesterday, and the Goddess-nim awakened my potential! As I thought, I'm the genius type who has to nearly die once before getting stronger!"
Ars pounded his chest and showed them a pure, arrogant smile.
There was not the slightest hint of doubt or deceit in his eyes. He genuinely mistook that overwhelming destructive force for the result of his own effort and talent.
"Crazy bastard. They say it's an illness when someone spouts bullshit that seriously. Anyway, the monster really did get blown away in one hit. Less work for us, so who cares?"
Lena scratched her head in disbelief and casually sheathed her sword.
Ignoring his companions' bewildered reactions, Ars ran toward Maria, who had collapsed at the rear of the party.
"Maria! It's all thanks to your prayers. Because you prayed for me sincerely all night, I was finally able to awaken!"
The boy's clear blue eyes sparkled with emotion.
He grabbed both of Maria's hands and smiled brightly.
"A-Ars-nim... You're safe... I'm so... glad...."
The moment Maria met Ars's innocent smile, she was tormented by guilt that made her chest feel as though it were being torn to shreds.
Her hands had gone cold, and cold sweat poured down her back like rain.
'Ars-nim is so wonderful, and he trusts me alone... But I—I surrendered to that disgusting man's cock all night, thrusting my hips like an animal... And even now, my belly is stuffed full of that man's semen.'
Maria lowered her head, unable to look Ars straight in the eyes.
A searing heat rose from deep within her uterus, and sticky lubrication began seeping around her clitoris against her will.
The pleasure Lazarus had forcibly implanted in her had thoroughly transformed her body into that of a lustful female.
"Maria? Are you in pain? You look awfully pale. Did you get hurt by the immense mana wave I released just now?"
Ars asked in a worried voice as he placed a hand on Maria's forehead.
It was the simplistic conclusion he had jumped to: his talent was simply too great, and the weak healer had been unable to withstand the aftereffects.
"N-no! It's just... yes, Ars-nim's aura was so magnificent... I only got a little dizzy. I'll be fine in no time."
Maria twisted her legs together and desperately forced herself to smile, trying to hide the strange sensation of semen and lubrication leaking between her thighs.
"I knew it. My power was a little too strong. From now on, I'll have to control it while keeping the people around me in mind."
Ars sighed in relief, placed his hands on his hips, and laughed heartily.
The arrogant, naive hero had no way of knowing that the saintess before him had lost her virginity for his sake and was standing there with another man's bodily fluids dripping from her.
***
After subjugating the Ogre King, the group established a campsite in the forest near the dungeon.
Around the campfire, Ars still seemed unable to shake off his earlier excitement. He waved a branch around and endlessly reenacted his battle.
"The moment the Ogre King brought down its club, my dynamic vision fully awakened, and everything looked like slow motion! So I casually dodged and drove my sword aura into its opening!"
"With such amazing dynamic vision, why did you take the club head-on yesterday and break your ribs?"
Lena, who was stirring the soup, shot back sarcastically, but Ars was completely unfazed.
"Yesterday was a kind of warm-up to improve my combat instincts. You have to get hit at least once to calculate an enemy's destructive power accurately."
"That's unbelievable. Celine, does that really look like his own skill to you? No matter how I look at it, doesn't it seem like some magical phenomenon intervened from outside?"
Lena gestured toward Celine, who was flipping through a grimoire on the other side of the campfire.
Celine narrowed her amber eyes and carefully observed Ars.
"I do find it strange. For divine mana of that output to arise naturally inside the body of an eighteen-year-old brat without any catalyst would completely overturn established academic theory. But I can't see any trace of magical inscriptions or an artifact on Ars's body."
"Then what is it? Did the Goddess really pop in with a poof and unlock his potential, just like that idiot says?"
"At present, we have no choice but to believe that. At least Ars himself is completely convinced of it."
Celine closed the book with an uneasy expression.
As a mage, the existence of a phenomenon she could not explain was intensely stimulating her intellectual curiosity.
Meanwhile, Maria had secretly slipped into the dark grass behind the campsite.
She leaned against a large tree, gasping for breath, and cautiously lifted the hem of her loose cleric robe.
"Haa... Eut, this is driving me crazy... My belly is so hot...."
Under the moonlight, the insides of Maria's pale thighs were an absolutely wretched mess.
Because she had been moving nonstop during the battle that day, Lazarus's murky semen, pooled inside her uterus, forced its way through her previously closed vaginal opening and slowly leaked down her thighs, drying around her knees.
"My pussy... has been ruined..."
Maria tried to carefully rub and wipe around her hypersensitive, crimson pussy with trembling fingers.
But the slightest touch of her fingertips made every fine hair on her body stand on end, while an intense pleasure raced up her spine and slammed into her brain.
"Heuaat...!! Ah, no, if I make a sound... Ars-nim will hear me...!"
Maria hurriedly clapped both hands over her mouth.
In the end, while trying to wipe away the semen, Maria masturbated herself to her heart's content in an attempt to calm her overheated body before returning.
As she realized anew just how sensitively Lazarus had modified her body, a thick tear slipped from her eye.