Purgatory (9)

I try to ignore my burning body and lie down. My frail breaths keep rising above my blankly staring face at the ceiling. My head, steaming like a heated kettle, rattled without end.

“…Heueu.”

It’s hard to answer if I can endure it. Of course, I could endure it. An Archmage’s mind is tough, after all. It’s just that I’ve never endured ‘this kind of situation’ before, and I didn’t know how to endure it either.

A beast-like life, living as I please. Pleasure decreases when I feel down or extremely anxious… but those emotions were swept away with the anger a little while ago.

What has invaded my body, emptied in one go, is the faint and continuous pleasure brought by pain.

• 벌떡. (Beoljjeok.) – Suddenly.

I raise my head, flushed with a pinkish hue. I squint my only remaining eye and stare blankly at the door.

‘Let’s go out.’

There was no way to solve it. At least, it would be better to ask him. If not Shuriel, then Pawin. If even that doesn’t work, I’ll get advice from Prukaise.

I get up. My steps, starting with admitting my mistake, are heavy but without hesitation. I calm my slightly floating head and move forward.

I grab the doorknob. Some time has passed since I grabbed it, but my resolve hasn’t changed.

• 끼익… (Kkieeik…) – Creak…

The door opens. White light enters the terribly dark room. It was a small light coming through the crack in the door, but a handful of light was enough to drive out the darkness.

Soon, another light shone into my eyes. What I saw was golden light. It was a light like gold, reflecting off his shimmering hair and tickling my eyes.

“…How long have you been there?”

And, my light.

“Did I have to listen?”

He moved his eyes slightly and answered nonchalantly. He was so calm that I even forgot how he had yelled at me.

Drawn to his calmness, I took a breath. My body, still hot with pleasure, remained the same, but I had no fear of facing him.

Right. It’s not a story you necessarily have to hear. I peeked my face through the crack in the door and said.

“…There is a story that you absolutely have to hear, though.”

“Is it related to this incident?”

“More than that.”

More.

Because it’s serious.

“…Come in. For now.”

• 휙. (Hwik.) – Whoosh.

I reach out my hand. Shuriel, whose wrist was grabbed, was dragged in as honestly as the force I applied.

• 끼익, 쿵. (Kkieeik, Kung.) – Creak, Thud.

The door closes. The room was still dark. The smell of blood was still there, and the dust from digging into the wall was piled up on the floor.

Shuriel’s eyes twitch. But he didn’t show it. There’s no way he, with his good night vision, couldn’t see this mess, but he didn’t ask. It wasn’t a story he necessarily had to hear.

I gradually lowered the hand holding his wrist. Eventually, I take his hand. I reach out with my other hand and hold both hands tightly. Two hands full of divine power. Feeling the warm warmth, I muttered.

“There’s a problem. It’s because of the eye… that’s right.”

“It’s a Simma, I guess. Obvious.”

“…You knew.”

“How could I not know?”

That’s right. There was no way Shuriel wouldn’t know. That demonic energy had settled in my eye, creating a Simma. And he must know that this demonic energy belongs to the Demon King.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It’s not something that can be solved with an apology.”

Shuriel said in a calm voice. I didn’t feel any annoyance or anger. Rather, it was a voice that seemed to soothe me.

I cheered inwardly at that warm voice. I knew it. He understands me. He doesn’t abandon me. Shuriel had only said a word, and this joy was nothing more than a delusion, but the thrill crawling up my spine was real.

“More than that.”

More than that.

I lift my head, which was bowed at his words. I was very shrunken, afraid that he would get angry, but Shuriel was making a strange expression that was neither angry nor anything else.

As I just stared blankly at his face, Shuriel, unable to bear it, said.

“You can rub my hands like that all you want, but nothing’s coming out.”

“Huh?”

My tongue twists.

I lowered my head without even trying to hide my embarrassment.

And only then.

I realized what I was doing with Shuriel’s hands. I had gathered his two hands and was constantly rubbing them on my body, specifically where my uterus is. While dripping Vaginal Fluid between my legs.

The lewd scent of a female in heat fills the room.

I hurriedly let go of Shuriel’s hands and took a step back. That was the reason why he didn’t get angry-no, couldn’t get angry. How could he get angry when I was rubbing my body in such a heated state?

“Uh, eu. Th, that’s.”

“Take it off.”

“Ye, yes?”

Take it off? I was momentarily embarrassed by the bold statement. But my body wasn’t in good enough condition to reject that offer.

The pain caused by the collision of the holy iron and demonic energy embedded in my eye. And pleasure. My body was about to melt in an endless chain reaction.

“Ah, ye, yes. Okay.”

I smiled awkwardly and unbuttoned my clothes.

“What are you doing?”

But just as I was about to take off my top, Shuriel said.

“Take off the eye patch, not the clothes.”

Because of my condition, I wasn’t embarrassed. I was almost disappointed.

“Ah… yes. Clothes. Ah, no. The eye patch, I mean.”

I hurriedly tried to raise my hand… but my hand didn’t stop taking off my clothes. I unbuttoned and untied all the straps and threw off my top.

“…Yujin?”

“I’m a little hot.”

When I took off my clothes, two mounds of breasts jiggled on my fair skin. My bra was struggling to cover my full breasts, but even that was soaked with flowing Breast Milk, revealing my pink nipples.

The pink protrusions rising above the bra were undeniable evidence of arousal. Even the golden heart tattoo above my navel, exactly above my uterus, was faintly glowing.

It was clearly a musty room with the smell of blood and dust, but it was covered with the thick scent of Vaginal Fluid and sweet Breast Milk, making it look like a brothel was on fire.

“Heueut….”

I feel even hotter now that I’ve taken off my clothes. I let out a lewd groan and squeezed my eyes shut.

Shuriel doesn’t know why I’m aroused. It was hard to explain this. That I’m aroused by the pain caused by the collision of demonic energy and holy iron? It sounded even crazier when I put it into words.

‘…It’s not a story I necessarily have to tell.’

So, I didn’t bother to say it. Now was the time to act as he said.

• 스윽. (Seueuk.) – Slide.

I raise my hand. Shuriel silently waited for me to take off the eye patch. As expected, he had superhuman patience. I said in a voice full of regret.

“I stuck holy iron in as a temporary measure. Prukaise’s spell… was a little lacking.”

The left eye with the iron embedded in it. It was even more bizarre because it was smoothly cut. I should have just stuck it in raw.

“You stuck holy iron in your eye?”

Shuriel was taken aback. But that was only for a moment, and he said with a relieved face.

“…Good job. The demonic energy that has formed in the heart and head must be purified as soon as possible. If that’s not possible, you need to suppress it. Those two have the fastest rate of erosion among Simma.”

“He, he….”

I feel good when I get praised. I wasn’t cheap enough to feel good just by getting praised, but for some reason, I was extremely happy.

“Can it be removed?”

“Yes? Bu, but you said I did a good job….”

“It’s too dangerous. The suppression effect will be excellent because you stuck the holy iron in raw, but originally, holy iron wasn’t made to purify.”

“Ah….”

“Holy iron exists to capture, destroy, and suppress Demons. You’re now wearing a Demon-killing bomb on your head. Until you get proper treatment――….”

Shuriel stopped talking. Because I kept wearing a faint smile, unlike the seriousness of the situation.

“I’m going crazy. Can that be removed?”

“Ah, yes. Of course. There’s a limit to this kind of temporary measure. It would be better to get a definite measure from the Holy Empire, even if it’s a little dangerous.”

“Do you have any intention of removing it?”

“….”

I erased my smile and seriously pondered.

‘Remove this? Why?’

It was a natural thought. To be honest, this feels really good. Like the word bomb, the pain is also strong, and the Demon King’s demonic energy is perpetual, so it doesn’t subside and constantly collides. It’s like having my brain blown up 24 hours a day.

Originally, the act of touching the brain should be based on amnesia, but this only gives pure pain because it’s the Demon King’s power. Thanks to the holy iron, even ‘purity’ is tainted.

“Take it out.”

“…Yes?”

“I need to check with my own eyes.”

“But… the demonic energy will come up right away?”

“It’s okay. I learned the stabilization spell.”

Even so, I hesitated.

“Um….”

“Is there a problem?”

There is a problem.

A very minor problem.

The holy iron embedded in my eye becomes uncontrollably repulsive with the slightest movement. As Shuriel said, holy iron is a substance that exists to capture, destroy, and suppress Demons.

Just as the demonic energy refuses when I try to insert the holy iron, the holy iron refuses when I try to remove it. What arises in this process is an endless collision-the pain I’m feeling now.

The rejection is… so immense that it can’t be expressed in words. The collision, the pain, the repulsion.

And.

The pleasure I feel.

“Yujin. This is a much more dangerous problem than you think. I can’t back down this time either.”

“Ah, no. I’m going to take it out. I never thought of that. Really.”

I swallowed hard.

When I first put in the holy iron, the pain was still pure. There was pain, but I didn’t feel pleasure like I do now.

The gradually rising… pleasure brought by tainted pain. That was the current situation.

But if I take out the holy iron now, I will feel the pain in a state where I fully feel the pleasure.

‘…What could go wrong?’

Let’s think simply. Shuriel’s divine power was also considerable. He wouldn’t restrain himself like Prukaise, so I’ll trust him once.

• 딱. (Ttak.) – Snap.

When I snapped my fingers, a transparent blue thread was pulled out of my left eye.

“I’ll, I’ll take it out.”

I grabbed the makeshift handle attached to the end of the thread and gave it strength.

• 꽈아악…. (Kkwaaak….) – Squeeze….

“Hi Hick―?!”

I had no choice but to let go of my hand immediately. I had only pulled the thread a little, but it was as if lightning was falling in front of my eyes.

My hands are trembling. This was not a level that humans could handle. Rarely, I looked at the handle with a fearful expression. It wasn’t that I was afraid of the pain.

‘I can’t handle it. Absolutely.’

I can’t handle it. I was sure I would go in an unsightly way. I had never felt this kind of pain before, and naturally, I had no resistance. It was obvious that I wouldn’t stop at going and would show an even uglier side.

‘…It won’t end with just going once.’

In fact, I can’t even predict it. Whether I can endure this level of pain.

“It’s because of the repulsion. I’ll help you.”

“Ah… yes.”

I nodded roughly at Shuriel’s words.

“――Yes, yes?!”

What the fuck. I cursed inwardly, but it was already too late. Shuriel wrapped divine power around his hand and grabbed the handle.