The Suspicious Ritual of the Autumn Forest (2)
The priest’s words, impossible to tell whether they were praise or mockery, echoed like a hallucination through my nearly vanished hearing. They sounded distant, like an auditory illusion drifting in from far away.
At that moment, the shadowy tentacles that had pierced my body and tormented me with merciless waves of pain and pleasure suddenly vanished. As abruptly as if someone had switched off the projector casting them into reality. As if they had never existed in the first place, as if everything had been nothing more than a delusion I had conjured myself.
The ritual is complete. Congratulations, sister.
With my reason already erased, my body had been writhing obscenely. Now that the bundle of tentacles supporting me had disappeared, I collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. My slender frame, hips dislocated and legs limp, crumpled onto the fallen leaves below. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to spit out a venomous retort.
“Ugh… uhh…”
I clutched at the leaves and dirt with both hands, forcing strength into my arms. Barely managing to push myself upright, I looked back and forth between the priest and Pirel with a resentful expression. Hoping they wouldn’t lay a hand on her.
Fortunately, that didn’t seem to be their intention. It looked like they had no plans to touch Pirel, just as promised… but…
Once the endless climaxes that had been assaulting my sanity began to subside, a deep sense of unease crept in.
This… no matter how I look at it, something’s wrong. This can’t be explained away by saying he’s just good with his hands. I’ve never met a client who made me feel this good…
Even though I had only sold my body for about a year, the heretic’s cock, the technique he used, and the overwhelming ecstasy that had pierced through me were all far beyond anything I had ever known.
And then…
And those tentacles… they turned my entire insides… ugh… into erogenous zones…
Honestly…
It felt… good.
So good that I missed it. So good that it could become addictive.
Ugh…
The moment I recalled that extraordinary pleasure, my insides twitched and spurted out sticky fluid. At the same time, the semen that had filled my vagina began to gurgle and leak out.
He wasn’t even that well-endowed, and he wasn’t some other race—just a regular man… How does an old guy like him manage to cum this much? It doesn’t make sense…
Thinking that, I unconsciously reached down to touch the viscous liquid dripping from between my legs—and felt something ominous.
An unnatural sensation against my fingertips. A chill that should never exist in nature. Something I felt like I had experienced somewhere before…
I jerked in shock and lifted my dirt- and semen-covered hand.
The semen…
It was closer to black than gray…?
This sinister color. I knew it all too well.
“Ah…”
I looked down at my lower abdomen and finally realized the truth.
The blood vessels on my belly were bulging prominently. The ominous ash-gray veins were spreading their colorless tint across the surrounding skin.
Why had I forgotten? Even if they didn’t worship the Demon King, those who shared his ideals would naturally wield similar powers.
Inside my womb, seeds brimming with demonic energy had been scattered. From my intestines to the inside of my mouth, pitch-black tentacles made entirely of demonic energy had meticulously caressed every corner of my body, corrupting it.
The pleasure had been so intense—so literally otherworldly—that my reason had burned away and I couldn’t think straight. But of course. He hadn’t raped me for my sake. He hadn’t even done it for his own pleasure.
He did it… to corrupt me…
I would rot from the inside out, devoured alive, and eventually become their puppet.
“No… no, no…”
Muttering in a dazed voice, I moved my dirt-covered fingers desperately, spreading my pussy open and trying to scrape out the horrifying bluish-gray semen that filled me.
“Ugh… uhh, ugh, u-uuu…”
Barely enduring the sensation of my sensitive mucous membranes being stimulated, I dug my fingers roughly inside, scraping and gouging with my nails. The gritty texture of dirt and leaves rubbed against my inner walls.
But no semen came out. The only thing that emerged from the damaged membranes was a little blood from being handled too violently. It didn’t hurt. Despair and desperation had dulled the pain.
It’s already… penetrated deep inside me… hasn’t it…
But it was already too late.
This was all my fault.
During the year or so I had lived by selling my body, I had lost almost all psychological resistance to being touched by men.
I had grown complacent, thinking that if I just let them rape me, they would thrust until they were satisfied and then leave. That if I gave them a bit of my body, they would be content and let me go.
The moment I realized they were of the same ilk as the Demon King, I should have understood what methods they would use.
“Didn’t I tell you?” the man dressed as a priest said with a sneer.
“That this was a ritual of offering. Did you really think it was some vulgar act of prostitution trading your chastity for your little sister’s life?”
Strength drained from my body. I looked back and forth between his mocking face and Pirel’s still-terrified expression, and whispered weakly.
“I don’t want this…”
Then my heart gave a heavy thump. I pressed a hand to my chest, squeezing as if to crush the heart that was trying to spread the ashen blood throughout my body.
Yes. This was completely different in nature from the demonic energy I had experienced before.
It was incomparably weaker than the Demon King’s.
Compared to the thick, deep demonic energy that could burn the brain and shatter the soul in the span of a few heartbeats, this was nothing but thin, misty, fragile power. Even though it had coalesced into the form of tentacles, its essence remained the same.
The one who had injected this demonic energy was also on an entirely different level from the Demon King.
He was merely a priest who followed those wicked gods from beyond. Nothing more than an ordinary human’s semen and the power wielded by an ordinary believer.
That’s right. If it’s only this much, I can endure it. No matter how much it eats away at me from the inside, I…
As I denied reality and tried to steel my will, I saw the man before me close his eyes and begin muttering something. It had a different cadence from a magical incantation—an ominous yet sacred atmosphere.
“Hyat…?!”
My stomach twitched. Something… something was… rising from inside my vagina, from deep within my womb. Something that should not be there. Something sinister…
Something in my mind screamed a warning. That this was dangerous. That I could not remain myself. That I would fall into a horrifying, corrupted form and become the angel sent by the outer evil gods, just as they had said.
I had to turn back time.
I placed my hand on my chest…
“H-Hek?! W-what… what is this…?!”
I tried to rewind time, but the horrifying sight made me flail and lose concentration. Because something was rising between my legs… from the very pussy that had just been brutally violated.
“Once the seed has been sown, it is the sower’s duty to help it sprout,” the priest explained with a gentle smile. His words barely registered.
Something pitch black, as if it absorbed every trace of light around it. Something without luster, without any sense of physical reality, as if it had been formed from pure emptiness itself.
The very same thing that had invaded the priest’s lower body and pierced through mine…
Was now writhing as it emerged from between my folds, which had once been pink but were now a drained bluish-gray under the influence of the infiltrating demonic energy.
“Someone who faced the Demon King should have more than enough resistance against a weak blessing like this. That is why I forced the sprout to emerge. To give you the opportunity to willingly transform into the form of a sacred angel.”
“No… don’t, stop… no, no no no no no no no no no no no no!!”
“It is already decided.”
Several jet-black tentacles, as if abandoned even by light itself, wriggled up from my most precious place. Tentacles that seemed woven from midnight, from the cosmos, from empty nothingness—unreal strands that forcibly twisted nonexistence into existence. I reached out in a trance and tried to touch them.
But my hand passed right through…
There was no time for this.
Whatever these tentacles were, it was clear that the wicked and sinister gods were reaching directly into my body.
Before my soul was completely devoured, before I lost even the will to turn back time, I had to rewind everything and make it as if none of this had happened.
I moved my hand urgently—
“Hiiiiiiiiiit?! Ah, ahaaaaaang♡ ……? H-huuuhet? Ohooooooh!?!?!”
—but the moment I shifted my posture and my legs brushed together slightly, a wave of pleasure slammed into me as if I had been plunged into molten lava. My vision went completely dark, then returned.
Wh-what… what is this…? What the hell is… this…
The priest kindly explained in a mocking voice, looking down at me as I trembled uncontrollably, soaked in pleasure, tears, nosebleed, and drool pouring from me without restraint.
“The place steeped in the energy of the blessing is none other than your reproductive organs. Since those beings are merciful, they have prepared the ultimate happiness that a girl can enjoy through that very place.”
“That’s… that’s not fair…”
This is dangerous. This is really dangerous. If I experience this two or three more times, my mind might actually… completely shatter… But… but…
I let my head drop limply.
That’s right.
If I can just move my hand,
I can turn back time whenever I want.
Let’s stop resisting.
Isn’t that… right?
This feeling was completely different from Zophy’s drugs, different from the cheap ecstasy of falling into the gutter of a brothel.
This was the first time in my life I had tasted such pure, blissful corruption. It would be such a waste to drive it out of my body now… wouldn’t it?
Yes. Let’s enjoy it just a little.
I can endure it.
Two times… no, three times… that much I can handle before turning back time.
Having reached that conclusion, I wore a broken smile and gazed lovingly at the tentacles writhing on my lower belly. My eyes were filled with anticipation.
Pirel had already completely vanished from my sight.
“Ehehe… yeah, yeah… I just have to endure it… right? If I endure it… it’ll be okay, won’t it…? My pussy… yeah, yeah, my pussy… I can touch it a little, can’t I…?”
If I carelessly turned back time now, I might spend the rest of my life longing for this incredible sensation that I would never taste again. Suffering from the withdrawal of never being able to feel this pleasure again would be far more harmful than letting a little corruption seep in.
Yes. That’s right. Of course it is.
Comforting myself with those thoughts, I forgot all about the heretics and the pitiful Pirel. I gently brushed the clitoris where several thin tentacles had begun to sprout.
“Hah?!”
That single touch sent me straight into orgasm. With a shameful splattering sound, I wet myself.
A pathetic stream of pale yellow liquid pooled on the ground. Where the warmth of my body met the chill of the autumn wind, a faint white vapor rose. Staring blankly at that small, fleeting cloud, I became certain.
This was never going to end after just two or three orgasms.
Every time my fingers so much as grazed it, I came once… no, six or seven times. I couldn’t possibly turn back such a blissful blessing. I mustn’t.
“Ah… ahaha♡ Hiiigee… so gooood… hueee…”
Climaxes piled on top of climaxes. Something that could no longer even be called pleasure came crashing down like storm clouds covering the sky. A pitch-black fog of ecstasy enveloped my reason, and my sense of self gradually began to dissolve.
Ah… my mind…
But…
Does it even matter?
My mind and all.
It feels so good♡