Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: Refugee Sorting
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How many times had I cum? The room was thick with the obscene scent of sex. I crawled out of bed and grabbed the water pitcher from the table. Clear water sloshed inside the porcelain vessel. After all that relentless fucking, it felt like every drop of moisture had been drained from my body. I gulped it down mindlessly, feeling the cool liquid slide down my throat.
Finally catching my breath and gathering my wits, I turned back to the bed.
"Hngh... ugh..."
Erina was writhing on the sheets. Her face buried in the pillow, she exposed her ass completely as she moaned. The pink flesh between her thighs twitched lewdly. The white fluid trickling down her legs was my handiwork.
Three times? No, by the fourth, Erina had lost all reason, reduced to mindless moans as she surrendered her body to me.
"Haa..."
Erina clutched the pillow and tried to push herself up, only to collapse back down with a thud. As she tensed her legs, more semen refluxed and dripped down her thighs. Watching the sight, I felt blood rushing back to my groin.
Without hesitation, I climbed back onto the bed and grabbed her firm, plump ass. The springy flesh molded perfectly to my grip, shaping itself into the ideal angle for thrusting. The parted slit winked invitingly at me. I didn't hold back—I plunged right in.
"Ahh... hngh..."
Erina shuddered and arched her back slightly, but offered no real resistance. Could she even remember this moment? To me right now, she was no different from a fleshlight. I forced her limp waist up and rocked her in time with my thrusts.
"Hic... hek... haa... haah... eek... ah... augh..."
Erina gasped out ragged moans, her body jerking in spasms. Each twitch clenched her walls tightly around me. What a perfect pussy. After all the rounds, my hypersensitive cock was already on the verge. I slammed my hips forward one last time and unloaded deep inside her again.
"Aaaah... hngh... ah... aaah..."
Erina buried her face in the pillow, letting out a dying whimper. Her smooth spinal line glistened with sweat. I swallowed hard. This wouldn't do. Seeing her like that made my cock stir again. She really was a man-killing demoness.
I hurriedly wiped myself down and slipped back into my priestly robes. I covered the nearly passed-out Erina with the blanket and headed outside. Any longer, and I'd have fucked her again. Sex was great, but I needed to take care of my health too.
I rushed straight to the bathhouse. Soaking in the tub, the reality finally sank in—I'd devoured Erina. Last night still felt vividly like a dream. Her face saying she hated me even as she yielded her body, her arms and legs clinging to me as she finally let out moans. The way her jaw clenched in dizzying ecstasy each time I came. Even in the bath, my erection refused to subside, so I doused it with water.
To scrub off the smell, I had to soak and wash for a good while. Only then could I finally hit the sack.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The next day, the territory dove headfirst into full-scale reconstruction. Sieri and Aira, as accountants, were swamped preparing cost estimates for reconstruction aid to send to the royal palace. I was just as busy sorting through the refugees pouring in from neighboring territories.
The monster horde from the Demon King's revival had utterly demolished several nearby territories. With homes destroyed and lords dead in the worst cases, the displaced masses scattered everywhere like rats fleeing a sinking ship.
The guards and knights patrolled regularly to watch for any bandit groups sneaking in amid the chaos. The refugee paperwork from the guards was already piling up. I sifted through the documents, separating the useful refugees from the worthless trash.
For instance, 89-year-old geezers who couldn't farm or provide labor—they were dead weight. Even if they came begging, we'd turn them away. A 20-year-old, though? They could be put to work anywhere, so we'd take them. In tough times, every able-bodied citizen was a treasure.
But sorting like this tripped me up on my role as the Great Heavenly God Church's Priest Leader, who was supposed to show mercy to the weak. As Priest Leader, I couldn't openly reject the elderly and disabled. Part of the reason so many came here was that this territory housed the southern headquarters of the Great Heavenly God Church.
People the other territories cast out flocked here, believing the Priest Leader would take them in.
But if I chased out all the old folks and cripples here and only took the young laborers, the Church's image would plummet overnight. Building a reputation takes ten years; ruining it takes ten seconds.
As Priest Leader, the donations and upkeep funds were nothing to sneeze at—I couldn't afford to lose them. Idealism versus pragmatism. I racked my brain over the dilemma.
Knock knock knock.
Someone rapped at the door. I figured it was Sieri.
"Who is it?"
"...It's me."
"Ah, Princess."
An unexpected visitor appeared. I'd been agonizing over image and profit just moments ago, but now I was thinking about railing her tonight. With strength over 100, hoisting an elf up for a standing fuck would be child's play.
Erina glared at me, her face flushed red.
"What's wrong?"
"...You filthy lecher."
"Didn't you enjoy it too, Princess?"
"Wh-when did I ever enjoy it? Don't spout nonsense. H-how could you treat a person like a... like a dog..."
"Like a dog?"
"Forcing me down like beasts in heat..."
"I distinctly remember you yelling 'harder!' Or was I mistaken?"
"...You misheard."
"I see. So what brings you here today? Baby-making this early might be a bit much."
"Do you think I'm as obsessed with vulgar nonsense as you?"
Erina shouted, her face beet red all the way to her ears. She looked ready to explode. I was in the middle of paperwork, so I cut straight to it. Erina was a hassle outside the bedroom—best to be firm. The stack really was towering, so the sooner she left, the better.
"So, what is it?"
"Th-that is... um..."
"Um?"
"I-I wasn't... like what you saw yesterday... so... so... indecent... It was just... that... too disgusting, so I... screamed..."
Erina still couldn't admit she'd submitted to my cock. I wanted to shatter that pride utterly. Tidying my papers, I asked slyly,
"But we still have to keep doing it, right?"
Erina chewed her lip and nodded. Her lips pouted in shame, but her eyes glared daggers.
"Y-yes..."
"It's work, after all."
"Right... work..."
Erina's face twisted in displeasure. She clearly still hated mingling with a half-elf like me. But once a line is crossed, it's easy to cross again.
As she turned to leave, she paused, eyeing the paperwork avalanche.
"What are you so buried in anyway?"
"Refugees have been flooding the territory lately. I'm sorting them."
"Sorting? You mean selecting?"
"Yeah. The more non-workers we take, the worse off the territory gets."
Non-workers generally had little wealth. Especially refugee non-workers—they brought next to nothing. If they couldn't work, their possessions were limited.
"A Great Heavenly God Church Priest Leader selecting refugees? The heavens must be laughing."
"My lordship comes before my priesthood. If the territory falls, so does the southern Church. The refugees at the borders already exceed capacity."
"The man I knew wasn't this heartless."
"You knew me?"
It wasn't strange if Erina had known Lucius originally. She'd been acquainted with Peta Sirius, the previous Hero's party member. Know the father, and you know something of the son.
"I knew your father. How could I not know about you? From what I heard, you weren't this violent or depraved. What changed you?"
"Violent and depraved?"
I let out a hollow chuckle. But she wasn't entirely wrong.
Erina looked genuinely curious. Her question gave me pause. She had a point—I was pretty violent. Thinking back to my original life on Earth, had I always been like this? No, I'd been a decent guy.
I'd had a cute little sister, juggled convenience store night shifts with predawn paper routes—a solid young man. Sure, I'd gripe over drinks with friends now and then, but people always called me kind.
That line of thought made me question myself.
Why am I so violent?
"What, do people only change with some big dramatic trigger? Little things can shift you too. Ever had a bad coffee ruin your whole day?"
"If your change boiled down to something that trivial, would I even ask?"
"Expecting others to buy what I can't even explain myself—that's just greed."
"Fine. You're a strange one."
Erina shook her head and left. With the door shut, I refocused on work. I slipped a few old folks into the mix without making it obvious and finalized the refugee intake list.
I also drafted an official letter to the Great Heavenly God Church, requesting understanding that we couldn't take everyone due to territorial constraints. Things moved so fast I soon forgot all about pondering my violent streak.