Koharu's Nocturnal Rite♡
How much time had passed? The violent symphony that had filled the room finally fell silent, leaving only ragged breaths in its wake.
Chiharu lay sprawled across the bed, utterly spent and drenched in sweat, semen, and her own fluids. Her body was covered in red handprints and faint bruises, but her face bore a mix of complete defeat and the ultimate satisfaction born from it.
Jinwoo sat beside her, gently brushing aside her sweat-matted hair. Then, in a voice so low it wouldn't reach anyone else in the hallway, he whispered into her ear.
"My excellent hunting hound. You carried out my command to perfection, but for that arrogance just moments ago... you sweetly accepted my punishment. Now it's time for the special reward I promised."
"...A... reward... Master...?♡"
Chiharu's voice was hoarse, barely audible.
Jinwoo smiled and extended his hand into the air. From the rift of a small subspace opened by the Magic Grimoire's power, a pitch-black darkness flowed out. It was the crow-feather cloak she had worn when capturing Kim Sea for her master.
"Put this on... once more."
Chiharu's eyes widened in shock and ecstasy. The master's sacred gift, something she never dreamed she could wear again. Trembling, she rose with his help and draped the massive cloak over her naked body once more.
The moment it enveloped her shoulders, every sensation exploded anew. Over the scent of her own sweat and fluids—and the semen mixed with his just moments ago—his overwhelming musk descended once more. She was utterly immersed in his scent, trapped within his very essence, overwhelmed by perfect belonging and arousal.
He laid her back on the bed, still cloaked. Then he whispered his final command into her ear.
"Imprint your scent... on my possession, just once."
"Ah... aaah...!"
This was no mere sex. It was a rite.
Enveloped in her master's symbol, accepting him into her deepest core. She was no longer Chiharu. She was his extension, cloaked in the crow mage's power—his bitch.
Chiharu, now fully his bitch, cried out in joy as she spread her legs wide, welcoming him into her depths once more.
Bam... thud... smack!
The ferocious sounds of furniture splintering from Chiharu's room, mingled with her throat-shredding, maniacal screams. They plunged the remaining three women deeper into hell.
Sea, prostrated in the hallway, clamped her hands over her ears. But it was futile. The violent cacophony pierced her palms, battering her brain directly. The Salvation Stigmata in her lower abdomen resonated with Chiharu's screams, sending waves of electric, dizzying pleasure like lashes from a whip.
She instinctively clenched her thighs, but that only made the hot fluids gush more fiercely from between them.
That woman... she's enjoying that pain.
The realization sparked a new dimension of terror in her—mingled with a bizarre envy.
In Aki's room, she lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling patterns. Semen and breast milk still leaked from her body, remnants of him. But dominating her mind now wasn't the dense pleasure from before. It was the wild, primal screams from her daughter next door—utterly unlike her own.
Is that... youth? I just melt and accept... but that girl shatters, resists... and finds pleasure within it.
For the first time, faint unease crept into her position as matriarch.
In Koharu's room, she knelt on the bed, hands clasped in prayer.
"Ahh... Master... please... forgive Sister's sins... and through her flesh... reveal your greatness..."
Tears of ecstasy streamed from her eyes. To her, those screams were a rite of purification, union with the divine. Feeling her body heat up, she embraced it as sacred empathy, surrendering willingly to the waves of pleasure.
And at last... the violent noises from Chiharu's room ceased.
Sea in the hallway thought it was over and exhaled in relief. But she was wrong.
Moments later, a scream from Chiharu—deeper, denser, lost in rapture—shook the hallway anew, incomparable to before.
"Maaasteeer—♡♡♡!!!"
It wasn't a cry of pain. It was the triumphant roar of a bitch receiving the ultimate reward.
Hearing it, Aki bit her lip. Koharu prayed deeper. And Sea in the hallway... unconsciously slid her trembling hand between her soaked thighs.
Chiharu climaxed repeatedly in ultimate bliss, her deepest core filled with his semen, body wrapped in the massive feather cloak—his symbol. Drenched in sweat and fluids, every drop soaked into the black feathers.
When it ended, Jinwoo slipped from her body. He didn't remove the cloak. Instead, he draped it over her gasping, exhausted form like a blanket.
Then he left a final whisper in her ear.
"You are the perfect hunting hound. My flawless blade, without blemish."
He nibbled her earlobe with a lewd chuckle.
"Use this cloak as your blanket tonight, steeped in your filthy bitch scent. And tomorrow, after breakfast in the living room... when you show everyone the video of you 'hunting' that young bitch, wear it proudly as your trophy."
"...Yes...♡ My... Master...♡"
Even semiconscious, Chiharu nodded in obedience. Her mind painted the perfect victory: tomorrow morning, before mother, Koharu, and Kim Sea, wearing this cloak infused with his and her scents, reliving her triumph on video.
She clutched the cloak tighter. It was no longer just raiment. It was her crown in this harem.
Leaving her behind, Jinwoo quietly opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
Thud.
The door closed. Sea, kneeling in the hall, was already half-mad. Aki's sultry moans and Chiharu's violent screams swirled in her brain like a grand symphony of pleasure.
Her silk gown hung half-off, exposing sweat-glistened breasts. Her hand... wouldn't stop ravaging her soaked thighs.
The Salvation Stigmata resonated with their moans, driving her into an inescapable pit of heat.
Thud, thud, thud... His footsteps approached again.
This time, the scent was thicker, wilder—mingled with Chiharu's essence.
He stopped right before her. Then reached for the last door: Koharu's.
As it opened, the air wafting out was different from the previous two. Lilies, incense, and the pure, clean scent of a freshly hatched chick.
On the bed, Koharu knelt perfectly, hands clasped. Naked, yet her form evoked not lewdness, but a purified sacrifice offered to the divine.
Corax perched proudly on her shoulder, gazing at its creator in awe.
Jinwoo entered, whispering low enough for no one else to hear.
"My faithful shrine maiden. You've waited long."
"Ah... Master..."
Tears of a devotee finally receiving her god streamed from Koharu's eyes.
"You've cared for my messenger, my first familiar, so splendidly. This is your reward for that pure faith."
From subspace, he drew two feathers: a small, soft down from Corax's first molt, and a larger black one from its budding wing.
"Pin the small one in your hair as an ornament. Use the larger as your quill for hymns to me. My messenger will always be with you."
"Thank you... thank you, Master...!"
Koharu sobbed, cradling them like the world's greatest treasures.
Jinwoo lifted her chin, wiping her tears.
"And... I kept my most devout maiden waiting too long, tending those noisy bitches first."
His voice turned honey-sweet.
"So tonight, until dawn—until breakfast—I'll personally spend the night with you in this sacred chapel of yours."
"M-Master...!"
That declaration snapped Koharu's last thread of reason.
Jinwoo laid her gently on the bed. Unlike with the others, he was tender—as if handling the world's most fragile porcelain. He kissed her forehead, cheeks, lips like butterflies alighting.
"Ah...♡"
Koharu melted into pure pleasure from his gentle touch. The lewd mark on her lower abdomen glowed with a warm, soft light unlike before, spreading ecstasy through her body.
He knelt before her, bowing his head, and began licking her small, pristine bud—untouched as if by any hand before.
"Hyaaah!♡ Master...♡ There...♡ Nooo...♡"
She writhed in shame, but his tongue persistently adored her most sensitive spot like a pilgrim at a holy site. Each flick over the tiniest nub sent shivers through her.
Not violent ecstasy, but waves of deep, melting purity swept her away.
As she squirted and climaxed repeatedly, begging it was too much, he drew her atop him.
"Move... yourself, my shrine maiden. Prove your faith with your body."
Tears in her eyes, trembling with awe and fear, Koharu grasped his massive member with reverent hands. Hot, hard, pulsing like a living thing.
Guiding it to her depths, she lowered her hips slowly, devoutly—like a chalice receiving divine blood.
"Hngh...♡ Ah...♡"
Fully sheathed, she began moving her hips softly, densely—like dancing as one with him. Eyes closed, face buried in his chest, she prayed this moment would last forever, listening to his heartbeat, inhaling his scent.
From the room echoed no screams, only the sweet, sticky murmurs of lovers' intimacy, quietly resounding through the night.
Thud.
The door closed. Total silence followed.
Chiharu, clutching her master's cloak amid pleasure's afterglow, was drifting to sleep. But her sharp ears caught it: no sound from Koharu's room across the hall.
What...? Why... no sounds at all?
The quiet unnerved her heart more than noise. Like calm before a storm. An unknown "something"—perhaps deeper, denser than hers or Mother's—unfolding in that silent room. A faint crack in her perfect victory.
And Sea in the hallway teetered on madness. No sound. That fact ignited wild imagination. What was happening beyond that door? How was that innocent girl pleasing him with silent service, different from the others?
Her mind reeled with lewd, horrific fantasies. The Salvation Stigmata blazed hotter, more desperately than ever.
She couldn't endure. Her trembling hand madly ravaged her soaked thighs.