Heresy Inquisition
“Stuff it in... stuff it in deep... ugh, aaahhh!”
The screams echoing from the hospital room belonged to Myohwa Seorin.
“This matches the symptoms of a survivor perfectly.”
“That can't be right. There were no traces of dimensional monsters in that area!”
There had only been Lumia Star at the abandoned factory. No other signs of life, just one kidnapped civilian besides her.
“Her current state is no different from a magical girl on the verge of corruption by a dimensional monster.”
“That can't... be possible.”
So, she was definitely attacked by a dimensional monster? It had been roughly thirty minutes since Myohwa Seorin separated from me.
Thirty minutes or so. And Lumia Star had followed her. They'd spent the night there like that. A sudden possibility flashed through my mind.
Myohwa Seorin was already a survivor. Maybe her resistance or immunity was low?
“How long can a repatriated magical girl hold out if kidnapped again by the enemy?”
“Practically not at all. An hour? Even that's doubtful.”
Myohwa Seorin was an inquisitor for the Heresy Inquisition. For her to be found in such a broken state...
Then.
There were two possibilities.
Lumia Star was corrupted.
Or.
Han Siwoo was the villain.
My head spun dizzily. That Lumia Star, corrupted? Haha...
If that was true, it was utterly hopeless.
It had seemed strange, though. Even as fellow 1st Class magical girls, how could I be so thoroughly outmatched? If she was corrupted, every puzzle piece fell into place.
The reason Myohwa Seorin had begged us for help by force.
The reason Lumia Star was so overwhelmingly strong.
The reason Myohwa Seorin ended up broken.
It all made sense.
Then why did the Association discipline us?
My head throbbed with confusion.
Why had Myohwa Seorin come to us for help?
Wouldn't it have been better to just list Lumia Star as corrupted and deal with her from the start?
She, more than anyone, would know it was impossible to face Lumia Star alone. Why hadn't she called for backup?
Did Han Siwoo have some decisive evidence?
She'd kidnapped Han Siwoo and had plenty of time.
Even if Han Siwoo was the villain, couldn't Myohwa Seorin have subdued him?
No.
That wasn't it. Then why had things turned out like this? I had no idea.
Too little information.
“Hngh... st-stuff it in!”
The sound from the hospital room made the back of my neck ache. Damn it.
Had I failed to protect her again? Just like back then, when Myohwa Seorin sacrificed herself to save countless magical girls.
She was the only one left behind while the rest of us survived...
“I recommend trauma treatment, but... there's no guardian.”
“I'll act as her guardian. How long does the trauma treatment take?”
“About seven days.”
“Got it.”
I signed the various consent forms for treatment.
I couldn't just sit here taking hits. I needed information.
I left the hospital. The first place I headed was the Heresy Inquisition.
“Team 1! Where are you?!”
“Y-Yuna?!”
“Myohwa Seorin has been designated a survivor! Show me all the records on her recent missions.”
If I could just find evidence. No matter if Lumia Star was a 1st Class corrupted, with clear proof, we could subdue her.
The International Association.
We could summon the judges from the nation-transcending International Association. They had the power to handle even a traitorous 1st Class.
A head-on fight was impossible. So.
I'll dig into every last detail. Myohwa Seorin, I'll make sure your revenge happens.
“What's an outsider doing at the Heresy Inquisition?”
“Who...?”
A woman emerged with purple hair and a scythe that sent chills down my spine. She exuded a decadent allure.
“I'm Serena Nightbloom, chief of the Heresy Inquisition.”
“Ah... Chief.”
The department heads. Most were 1st generation magical girls. And they were...
Strong.
They were the real deal, the ones who saved humanity on the brink of extinction.
“My close friend Myohwa Seorin was attacked. It seems like the work of a villain or corrupted.”
“Hmm.”
She looked me up and down slowly, from head to toe. Her gaze made me shrink back.
“Follow me.”
“Y-yes!”
We walked through the dim Heresy Inquisition halls. The air felt damp and unpleasant, like the stench of torture.
They were a necessary evil, even if I never liked them. I understood that much.
We arrived at a dark, dank room that seemed to be her office.
Did all 1st gen magical girls like these shadowy places? The one I'd seen at HQ was the same.
“What are you thinking about so intently?”
“N-nothing.”
“Sit.”
“Yes.”
“Explain the whole incident.”
“Yes.”
I recounted everything from the start.
From receiving the request from Myohwa Seorin. The battle with Lumia Star. And Myohwa Seorin's defeated state.
“I see. Then let me make a simple proposal.”
“Pardon?”
“I'll give you a way to prove if Lumia is corrupted.”
“How...?”
She handed me a small capsule.
“This is...”
“A dimensional monster inducer. It summons low-level C5-grade dimensional monsters.”
Extremely dangerous. Where the hell did she even get something like this...?
A C5-grade dimensional monster was something even a 3rd Class could handle easily. But.
“Corrupted and villains can't harm dimensional monsters. We exploit that weakness.”
It was a fact proven by hundreds of cross-tests: corrupted and villains couldn't damage dimensional monsters at all.
If a 1st Class like Lumia Star couldn't stop one, it'd be damning evidence. But if she failed, civilian casualties would follow.
“Using this could cause civilian...”
“It's fine. If Lumia Star is corrupted? The damage would be uncontrollable.”
She was right. A 1st Class magical girl. If she betrayed us, the fallout would be unimaginable.
“So hold onto it carefully. I'm not saying use it anytime. I'll create the opportunity.”
“Yes...”
It felt like we were actually communicating. As expected of a chief.
Worlds apart from that bratty magical girl at Association HQ in how she handled things.
“Succeed, and you'll be Korea's top magical girl, won't you? The hero who caught a 1st Class corrupted.”
“Hero...”
It felt like I could see the end of the marathon I'd run for so long. The pinnacle of Korea.
“I heard you were badly injured. Go rest.”
“Th-thank you for your consideration.”
The Heresy Inquisition chief was kind-hearted too. A generous senior, unlike that rude one.
“Then I'll take my leave.”
“Good work.”
I fiddled with the capsule in my palm as I left her office.
In the chief's office after Luna Pixie Yuna left, only darkness and silence lingered. Serena Nightbloom stared into the void alone.
“How dare she try to steal Myohwa Seorin, my long-laid pawn?”
With a bitter expression, she swept her desk aside. Beneath it loomed a massive door.
A rusty, creaking old door.
“Hoo... I have no face left to show them.”
With that, she descended into the basement.
The deeper she went, the thicker the darkness and humid heat grew. The spiral staircase plunged endlessly, bottom unseen.
She descended for a long while. Finally, she reached the floor.
And there.
A dimensional monster awaited.
“Ahh... Great Mother, your lowly servant has returned.”
Before her eyes writhed a swamp of tentacles.
Just seeing it made her legs give out, and she collapsed to her knees.
“Aaaah...”
Her entire body shivered in ecstasy. Every cell etched with memory awakened.
“Hngggghht!”
Her body began preparing automatically to receive the dimensional monster.
Her nipples swelled gradually. Her pussy gushed shamelessly. Her ass ground against the floor in desperate plea, her overheated body exhaling hot breaths.
Her eyes locked onto the tentacles, unable to look away.
How long had she waited for this moment?
As the tentacles beckoned, Chief Serena rose on trembling legs. Dripping fluids trailed down her thighs. Her squirting juices soaked the floor.
She walked into hell.
Her brain could think of nothing else. Her dopamine system was utterly ruined.
The world felt numb.
Life was hell.
Only when Mother tuned her body did she feel alive. Joy surged, past pains rewarded.
Her mind drowned in happiness. Pleasure etched joy into her soul.
Step by step.
She advanced.
The tentacles wrapped her legs.
Slithered up her thighs.
“Hrggghht!”
She climaxed yet pressed on, with miraculous willpower.
Toward the peak of pleasure.
Into the heart of the tentacles.
Step by step. Her heels slipped off naturally. The cement vanished.
The floor became tentacles.
They wormed between her toes.
“Hnghk! Hooohhht!”
A little further. Just a bit more.
They were there before her. She needed to reach them for her reward...
The mind-melting pleasure.
Even fainting repeatedly, toward the angel who led her to that unending paradise.
She walked.
The tentacle climbed her thigh, burrowed under her skirt. Yanked her panties aside.
Her pussy squirted at the dizzying anticipation.
It invaded her shirt. Slid inside her bra.
Her back arched. Her body shuddered.
Shallow climaxes wracked her endlessly.
Yet she didn't stop.
The peak of pleasure was in sight. Reaching it was life's fulfillment.
“Ugggghht!!”
The tentacle enveloped her nipple.
Pinched it.
“Ukggk grk grk.”
It squeezed her clit.
Pssshhhh!
The tentacle scraped her vaginal walls.
“Heuk! Ugggghht! Grhhhngh.”
She toppled into the tentacle swamp.
No.
Not here.
She crawled pathetically through them. Further.
Not enough yet.
More...
Eyes rolled back, craving only pleasure.
Her body violated entirely by tentacles.
Soon, they invaded her mouth too.
Breath choked off.
Her mind turned to utter mush. Vision blurred.
“Hoooh! Hooooh!”
She thrashed forward. To reclaim true life—pleasure—from her boring, empty existence.