Chapter 133

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“Mmm… Belial really has quite the taste.”

Astaroth looked at the Black Knight, who was covering her ample chest with a pained expression.

This body was completely unsuited for a Death Knight.

Who would ever think of a Death Knight with a body like this?

The fat on her chest that drew attention and a body without a trace of muscle.

To anyone, this vessel was clearly unfit for combat.

But in terms of performance, it was the real deal.

After all, this body was originally Belial’s spare vessel.

A body modified to contain even a devil god.

A vessel capable of withstanding the vast ocean that was a devil god.

Containing the lake that was the Black Knight was child’s play.

“That guy, is this really his taste?”

“Ugh, G-Great One…”

Astaroth suddenly grabbed the Black Knight’s chest.

It was soft and plump.

The absurd size and beautiful curves.

The pudding-like fluffiness was truly top-notch.

Humans cannot understand higher beings.

Similarly, higher beings cannot empathize with humans.

Just as humans cannot understand the inner workings of ants, devil gods find it difficult to interpret humans.

But devil-humans are different.

Avatars residing in human bodies.

Having fallen from devil gods to devils.

They could somewhat understand and accept human perspectives.

“With a body like this, you know what kind of treatment you’ll get from men, right? Were you planning to enter the entertainment industry?”

Of course, this was an unfair accusation for Belial.

Did she think a vessel capable of containing a demon god was common?

If it had potential, he would have taken it without hesitation.

The last remaining spare.

Even though it was precious, he readily handed it over to pay a fair price.

The deal between Astaroth and Belial was smoothly concluded.

It was a win-win contract with no regrets for either party.

Astaroth obtained the Black Knight’s body, and in return, Belial obtained a vessel capable of containing himself.

But strictly speaking, Astaroth was at a disadvantage.

A vessel for a named monster that hadn’t even reached the level of a demonic beast, and a vessel capable of containing a devil god.

There was no need to compare which was more valuable.

Contracts must be fair.

Especially for transcendent beings like devil gods.

If one side provided 100, the other side had to offer an equal value of 100.

And with Belial providing the vessel, the contract was established.

Now, Astaroth was bound by the contract.

Since Belial kept his promise, Astaroth had to fulfill her part of the deal.

“…P-please stop… G-Great One. Please stop.”

As she continued to touch it, she became addicted and started kneading it with both hands.

Every time she pressed with her fingers, the shape changed, and an indescribable sensation was felt.

The elasticity was no joke.

It’s just a lump of fat, after all.

Astaroth absentmindedly placed her hand on her own chest.

I thought mine wasn’t small either…

Thinking about it made her annoyed.

Astaroth spoke in a spiteful voice.

“…How insolent. Are you commanding me now?”

“N-no! How could I dare…”

“Tch, noisy!”

“Hic?!”

She grabbed her maternal pouch with full force.

If before she was gently kneading it, now it was almost as if she was trying to tear it off.

The round, beautiful shape was kneaded like clay.

It was distorted into a mess under Astaroth’s hands.

Every time, the Black Knight’s shoulders twitched and convulsed.

“How insolent. To think you, who was a man until recently, have such a weapon.”

“H-hic… I-I didn’t want this…”

“Ahaha, so what? Are you dissatisfied with the body I gave you?”

“N-no, not at all…”

Astaroth lightly dismissed the Black Knight’s resistance and moved her hands as if savoring it.

When she lifted it from underneath, the heavy weight was felt.

Soft and round. It’s an absurd size.

I wonder if you can even wield a sword with this body.

“Ugh, hng…”

The Black Knight bit her lip in confusion. As a knight who had honed her sword all her life, she prided herself on overcoming countless trials, but this was a first. 

The Death Knight was insensitive to stimuli. Being a dead corpse, she had become numb to external shocks. That’s why even when stabbed with a sword or burned with fire, she would only slightly frown. It was more of a habit from her past life than pain.

But now it’s different.

Her senses were strangely sensitive.

Every time Astaroth grabbed and kneaded her chest, it felt like a moan would escape through her lips. She wanted to tell her to stop, but a mere monster couldn’t possibly defy a great being.

In the end, the Black Knight had to endure all the suffering, crying while eating mustard.

‘Well, when you think about it, it’s nothing.’

Being touched on the chest was no big deal.

Who am I?

The proud Death Knight.

The one who resembles death.

A warrior who seeks the ultimate with longing.

That’s right. To make a fuss over a lump of fat is beyond words. It’s an insult to all the years I’ve lived.

This is a vessel bestowed by the great one.

Then I should be proud of it.

The Black Knight straightened her shoulders. She puffed out her chest with dignity.

If her face hadn’t turned as red as a ripe apple, it would have been quite a majestic gesture.

“Heh.”

The sight of her trying to act fine with a face as red as fire was enough to stimulate Astaroth’s sadistic tendencies.

Her awkward attempt to endure the embarrassment backfired.

“I was planning to let go after a while, but this makes me want to tease you more.”

“W-Wha?”

In the end, Astaroth’s teasing continued until the Black Knight’s legs gave out and she collapsed.

Was it shame? Embarrassment?

Or was there another reason?

The Black Knight’s face was flushed as her waist and butt trembled.

She didn’t even think to wipe the teardrops forming in her red eyes.

Above her head, “???” kept popping up.

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“That’s sexual harassment.”

Regina said with a look of disbelief.

Astaroth, sitting across from her, was staring at her palm.

From the way she kept making grabbing motions, it seemed she had enjoyed it quite a bit.

Though she didn’t seem to be listening at all, Regina sighed and said,

“It’s a power-based sexual crime. Should I report it?”

“Ahaha, you can if you want.”

“Then all the dispatched police officers would die. I’ll pass.”

Unless the captain of the Celestial Corps comes rushing in, no one can handle Astaroth.

Calling the police would only result in innocent lives being lost.

Regina, who had no intention of reporting it in the first place, turned her gaze away.

Behind Astaroth stood a woman, her demeanor somewhat subdued.

Her face was still flushed with color.

Straddling the line between man and woman, she was dressed in the clothes Regina had prepared.

A plain white blouse. A high-waisted skirt that cinched her waist like a corset.

It was an unremarkable outfit. Yet, Regina found herself wondering if she had chosen the wrong clothes.

‘It’s obscene… Somehow…’

Despite there being no exposure at all, that impression wouldn’t leave her.

Should she have prepared something more modest? No, that wasn’t it.

The overwhelming volume of that chest would make anything she wore look erotic.

Regina frowned slightly.

A cold shiver had been running down her spine since earlier.

‘…This is a named monster.’

She could feel the unique pressure of a monster.

A force that made her skin tingle.

And this was only because Astaroth was keeping her energy in check.

If she were to unleash her true power, how intense would it be?

“By the way, I delivered it to Lucia as you asked.”

Regina spread her fingers.

Originally, all ten fingers had rings.

But now, her right index finger felt bare.

“Huh, didn’t you say it would be difficult?”

“I thought so, but I got lucky. I was surprised at how smoothly things went.”

Lucia is always with Alice.

For Regina, who is under Alice’s suspicion, this was an annoying situation.

A past misjudgment had strained their relationship, making it difficult to approach Lucia.

But an unexpected opportunity arose where she could be alone with her.

“Given Lucia’s personality, she’ll always carry the ring I gave her. I told her it was an apology and imbued it with grand meaning. She’ll treasure it even more.”

“That’s good. Now we’ll always be able to track Lucia’s location.”

Then I can go retrieve it at the right time.

Astaroth licked her lips with her crimson tongue.

Since I’ve received the requested item, I should pay the price as soon as possible.

“Black Knight.”

Astaroth rested her chin on the back of her hand and spoke.

“How long do you think it will take to get used to that body?”

Since the vessel she used has changed, an adaptation period is naturally needed.

This is especially true for warriors who have reached a high level of mastery.

Height, weight, physical characteristics, and everything else have changed.

She must now digest the realm she had built based on her original body.

“Three days will be enough.”

The Black Knight answered without hesitation.

In fact, three days is too long.

If it weren’t for that monstrous lump of fat, one day would have been enough.

She looked down at her chest with a resentful gaze.

Even in small movements, it gets in the way and hinders her. How much of a burden would it be in swordsmanship?

She wanted to just cut it off, but she couldn’t damage the gift from the great one.

“Huhu, that’s a reliable answer.”

Three days.

The Black Knight seemed unaware of her own changes.

The already formidable Black Knight had obtained a vessel capable of containing even a devil god.

The changes from this were steadily manifesting.

Astaroth didn’t point it out.

She left it for her to realize on her own.

“Ah, I can’t keep calling you Black Knight now, can I?”

Now she is my subordinate.

Naturally, she should have a proper title, right?

Astaroth crossed her arms and shook her head from side to side.

Names carry meaning.

Will is embedded in them, and fate touches them.

Especially when a devil names something, it can influence causality.

“Black Knight, engrave this into your soul.”

Astaroth, who had been lost in thought, smiled mischievously.

She spoke in clear, distinct syllables.

“Ereshkigal.”

From now on, that is your name.

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
The Black Knight, who was insensitive to external stimuli, has become a Black Knight with very sensitive senses.

That’s why she is flustered.

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
Sexual harassment is not a very big crime compared to murder, heh.