Chapter 113: Tool(2)
Chapter 113: Tool(2)
It was after Lina’s party had entered the Dream Forest.
Barikmeteo immediately sensed the humans who had entered his domain.
“I knew you would come. You damn heroes.”
But something was strange. The number of heroes didn't add up.
“Weren't there five of them... now there are six?”
Barikmeteo immediately dispatched his subordinates, who served as his eyes, to confirm the party’s composition.
There was an unfamiliar face among the hero’s party. No, it wasn’t an unfamiliar face.
It was someone the organization had marked as a person of interest.
But it was a person they hadn't rated very highly, due to her reputation and disposition.
“The Saintess... Why the hell is that damned hussy with the hero’s party?”
Barikmeteo knew of the Saintess.
Her divine power was lethal to the organization, which reveled in wicked sorcery.
However, given the Saintess’s character, they had assessed that she was unlikely to clash with them. Yet here she was, brazenly accompanying the hero.
“That annoying man is with them, too.”
He really should have killed that bastard back then.
He had a feeling that letting the annoying man escape would prove to be a painful mistake. The hero’s party had been difficult enough to handle before.
And now, the Saintess had been added to their ranks.
It was safe to say Barikmeteo had no chance of victory.
That is, until he received the five mysterious stones from the Idol Worshippers.
“If I’d known the Saintess would join them, I would have asked for one more.”
He was one short.
But it didn't matter. Even with only five stones, it was enough to turn the tide.
He would bind the five heroes with the five stones.
The one left over would be Kerry—the one who seemed weakest, yet had angered him the most.
Kerry would have to face Barikmeteo one-on-one. Naturally, Barikmeteo predicted his own overwhelming victory.
Even if that annoying man was an intermediate-level mage, he would be no match for him in a direct confrontation.
“Your luck runs out here, annoying man. Hehehe.”
Barikmeteo was prepared to defend this place with his life. This was the last hideout assigned to him.
A Black Monolith, entrusted to him by the organization, was embedded in this land.
Barikmeteo had to protect the Black Monolith at all costs.
If he failed, he would simply be eliminated, just like what had happened to Nassen and Furuku.
Barikmeteo placed the five stones on the ground. Then, he grabbed his own left shoulder and tore it clean off.
Blood gushed out, but Barikmeteo didn't even blink.
Sprinkling the blood over the five stones, he placed his severed left arm down with them.
As a mumbled incantation escaped Barikmeteo’s lips, the five stones began to glow.
*
Night falls even in the Dream Forest, shrouded in its thick fog.
The party had spent the entire day searching the forest, but they had found no trace of Barikmeteo.
All they had found was a single, dilapidated, abandoned house.
“It can’t be helped. Let’s rest for the night in that abandoned house we found earlier.”
The party returned to the house.
The exterior of the place looked like something out of a horror movie.
I’m not kidding. An abandoned house in a forest like this looks exactly like a haunted house from a horror film.
Shit. I’m not good with horror.
But aside from Kerry, no one else seemed to be scared of the abandoned house.
Besides, in this world, there were even ghost-type monsters called Wraiths, so there was no one who could possibly understand Kerry’s fear.
How I miss my homeland, the Republic of Korea.
Filled with a rising sense of nostalgia, Kerry silently sang the national anthem to himself as he entered the house.
Lina, who had gone in first, spoke.
“The inside is in better shape than I expected. Though it’s very dusty.”
Natasha wandered around, her curiosity piqued by everything, while Victoria tried to find a relatively clean spot.
The old woman yawned, leaned against a wall, and began to doze off.
Kerry felt a sense of relief.
Perhaps because his companions were so fearless, the abandoned house in the middle of the night didn't feel quite so terrifying anymore.
It’s definitely better than sleeping outside.
The Saintess stood apart from the group, all by herself.
From the looks of it, she was sizing up the situation, trying to figure out when she could stab them in the back and run.
From her perspective, the best-case scenario would be to dispel the holy spell and escape the moment a battle broke out.
All while hoping Kerry would die in the chaos of the fight.
Not a chance. In the first place, the Ego would never allow her to do such a thing.
The Saintess anxiously scanned her surroundings. Did she have to be so obvious about it?
Or was there some other problem?
The party settled down to sleep.
It wasn't until dawn that Kerry finally understood why the Saintess had been so restless.
The party was sleeping together in the living room of the abandoned house.
Normally, he would have slept separately out of consideration for the women, but the Dream Forest was no place to let one’s guard down, so they all stayed together.
Besides, no sane person would have the guts to sleep alone in a dump like this.
Seriously, it was fucking scary.
Kerry had just managed to calm his nerves and fall asleep when it happened.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder, waking him. Victoria? Has her lust already come off cooldown?
But when he opened his eyes, the face he saw wasn't Victoria's.
A woman with flowing orange hair and shining, emerald-green eyes was looking down at him.
It was the Saintess.
“What is it?”
“....”
The Saintess fidgeted, looking troubled about something. It was the same expression she’d had during the day. What the hell was going on?
The Saintess whispered into Kerry’s ear.
“I... I... I have to use the bathroom....”
“Pfft.”
Come to think of it, he hadn't let her go to the bathroom once since they met. Kerry couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.
So that was why this beautiful Saintess had been wearing such a troubled expression the whole time. It was because she had to pee.
She can't even dream of escaping until she takes care of that.
Kerry whispered back into her ear.
“Number one or number two?”
“....”
The Saintess glared at him fiercely.
It was too humiliating.
It was embarrassing enough to have to ask for permission to use the bathroom, but why did he have to ask for such specific details?
Kerry chuckled nonsensically, then got up and went outside. He gestured for the Saintess to follow.
Finally! Is he finally going to let me go to the bathroom?
Overjoyed, the Saintess shot up and followed Kerry.
Kerry carefully closed the door to the house so as not to wake the others. The Saintess was already waiting outside.
They walked a short distance away from the house so they wouldn't be overheard.
“Hurry... hurry up... let me go to the bathroom.”
The Saintess pleaded with Kerry, stamping her feet impatiently. Even like this, she looked erotic.
“That’s why I’m asking. Number one or number two?”
The Saintess hadn't been to the bathroom once since Kerry had put the collar on her.
She was already at her limit and couldn't hold it in any longer.
“Number... one....”
“So it’s number one. Alright. In that case, try calling me Master. No, if you say, ‘Master, please let me use the bathroom,’ I’ll let you go.”
“....”
The Saintess glared at Kerry murderously. It almost would have been scary, if not for the tears welling up in her green eyes. Pathetic. So pathetic it’s turning me on.
“You don’t want to call me Master? If you don’t, it makes no difference to me.”
“Hnngh... Stop messing around and let me go to the bathroom! I really... I really have to go!”
“Does my face look like I’m messing around?”
“You crazy bastard! You’re serious? You’re completely insane!”
[‘Kerry’s Personal Cock Sleeve’ has insulted her master. Punishment Level 4, clitoral stimulation, will now commence.]
“!”
A look of despair washed over the Saintess’s face.
She had realized her future.
She had already held her pee for two days and was at her absolute limit. That was why she had swallowed her pride and asked Kerry for permission to use the bathroom.
But now, a punishment was being administered. And Level 4, at that.
“N-No... Not now... Not right now! You can’t... Tell it to stop! Kerry! No, Sir Kerry! Please make it stop!”
“If you want it to stop, all you have to do is call me Master.”
“That... that’s... Haaah!”
It seemed the Saintess would rather die than call him Master. Not that it mattered to me either way.
Her legs began to tremble uncontrollably as she squeezed her thighs together. She looked like she was in real trouble.
“Haaah! Hiiieungh! N-No... Really... I can’t... I’m at my limit... Haaang! I’m really... in... in danger!”
The Saintess clamped a hand over her trembling pussy. The way she stamped her feet while clutching herself made her look seriously desperate.
With every stamp of her feet, her breasts bounced. This wasn't part of the plan, but it's turning me on. Should I fuck her tonight?
For now, let’s wait until this bathroom event is over.
“Hieungh... No... I can’t take it anymore! Hurry, the bathroom... the bathroom... I told you to let me go.”
“And I told you I’d let you go if you call me Master.”
“Haaah! Hwaaang! I don’t want toooo!”
Unable to bear it any longer, the Saintess collapsed to the ground. She sat there, her legs shaking violently.
“Aahng... Hah!... Hnngh... No... no... at this rate... Please! Th-Then... at least stop the punishment! No, please stop it!”
“You brought that on yourself, didn’t you? This would all be over if you just called me Master. You’re just making things harder for yourself.”
Tears welled up in the Saintess’s green eyes.
At times like this, she looked like a truly pitiful saint. This is why you can never judge a person by their looks.
“Hnnggggh! I can’t... I can’t... hold it anymore!”
It was then that the violent trembling of the Saintess’s body stopped.
For a moment, a complex mix of feelings crossed her face.
She wore a look of satisfaction, as if her country had just been liberated. But that, too, was fleeting.
Behind the expression of comfort and bliss came a look of horror mixed with self-loathing.
“Haaaaah.....”
The Saintess’s white skirt began to turn yellow.
In the end, the Saintess had wet herself right in front of Kerry.
*
“Sob... hic... sob... That’s so mean... That’s just too mean... hic, sob...”
Overwhelmed by the shame and self-loathing of having an accident in front of a man, the Saintess wept.
She had never experienced such a humiliation in her life.
Kerry brought the Saintess a change of clothes and underwear, along with a towel to wipe herself.
“Change into this.”
“....”
“I was gentlemanly enough to bring you a change of clothes, so why are you glaring at me like that?”
“Gentlemanly...?”
The Saintess was dumbfounded. But if she shot back at him, she might receive another punishment.
She quietly took the towel from Kerry and wiped away the urine.
I’ll have to throw this towel away.
But she had no choice. She couldn't just stay soaked in her own piss.
The Saintess had to take off her wet clothes and change.
Kerry stared intently as she did so, holding the clean clothes in his hands.
“Please turn your head...”
“No.”
“....”
“We’ve already seen everything there is to see, haven’t we?”
The Saintess sighed deeply and finally took off her clothes.
Underneath her white dress, she wore black underwear. Her figure really was no joke.
Looking at the Saintess’s erotic body, something he had been curious about for a while came to mind.
“By the way, why do you always dress so provocatively? You’re a Saintess.”
“....”
“You should answer.”
“I just... I hate the way people look at me. The way they expect me to be some kind of perfect being just because I’m the Saintess... I hate those looks. To be honest, I also think looking sexy is kind of cool.”
I just thought it was because she was a perverted bitch, but she was capable of saying something quite serious.
After answering, the Saintess finished wiping herself with the towel.
She was meticulous, even splashing some water on herself. Well, I guess you can’t help but hate it, even if it is your own piss.
“Purification!”
She must have been so disgusted by her own urine that she even used a purification spell.
Her well-proportioned body was illuminated by the moonlight. Her figure really was incredibly erotic.
“My clothes... please.”
“No.”
“Hah.”
The Saintess sighed as if she had expected this. Kerry recalled the message from earlier in the day.
[‘Kerry’s Personal Cock Sleeve’ is forming a subversive plan. Would you like to hear the details of ‘Kerry’s Personal Cock Sleeve’s’ plan?]
What had the Saintess been thinking to herself back then? That she would dispel the holy spell and escape the first chance she got.
Was she immature or just stupid?
Then again, when would a Saintess have ever experienced a real crisis?
He had been too soft on her until now. He needed to crush her bad habits right from the start.
Kerry took a white pill from his pocket.
The moment she saw it, the color drained from the Saintess’s face.
“You said... you wouldn’t use that! You said I wouldn’t have to take it if I ate your cock!”
“I changed my mind.”
“What? H-How could you? That’s not what we promised!”
It would have been easy to tell the Saintess he could read her mind, but he didn't.
If he did that, her spirit might not just bend, but shatter completely.
He had to leave her with a sliver of hope that she could overcome this situation. That was the only way she would be able to endure until her re-education was complete.
“I’ve decided I need to see breast milk coming from your chest after all. To make sure you don’t get any funny ideas from now on.”
Kerry deliberately emphasized the words ‘funny ideas.’ The Saintess felt a sense of dread at his words.
Don’t tell me... he doesn’t know I’m planning something, does he?
No, that couldn’t be it.
If Kerry could read her mind, he wouldn’t have let her off this easily.
“Now, Saintess. Say ‘ahhh.’”
“No... I don’t want to... Mmph!”
At Kerry’s command, the Saintess’s mouth opened against her will. Kerry popped the pill into her mouth.
He gently closed her mouth with his hand.
“Swallow.”
At his words, the Saintess’s throat moved as she gulped.
Finally, tears burst from her eyes.