Chapter 328: I Was Wrong, Please Forgive Me

Chapter
328: I Was Wrong, Please Forgive Me

“Kugh…!”

Kuuuuuuuuuk!

As
I stomped on the Puppeteer’s head, which she was trying to lift,
her face slammed back into the ground.

Seeing
the woman with her head bowed to the ground made me uneasy.

No
matter that the Puppeteer was inside, this was originally
Denshi’s body.

I
wanted to smash her head in, but if I did, Denshi would die, so I had
to hold back.

Thwack!

I
took my foot off the back of her head, grabbed her hair, and lifted
her up.

“Uhh,
ugh…”

There
was Denshi, or rather, the Puppeteer, with dazed eyes.

The
Puppeteer’s eyes were filled with deep confusion.

She
clearly felt pain and humiliation, but Denshi’s body was accepting it
as intense excitement.

Drip,
drip…

Her
body, starved for affection and full of masochistic urges, was
already expressing its arousal all over.

Her
chest, still throbbing from the excitement of the battle, and her
nipples, stiff and erect from the impact of the beating, were bulging
out from under the black bandages.

Her
short shorts were damp and dripping with sticky fluids between her
thighs.

Splat!

“Kkeu,
heueueueut…!!”

As
I slapped Denshi’s right breast, the Puppeteer bit her lower lip
hard and lifted her head sharply.

Shiver…!

Instinctively
clenching her fists and pressing her trembling thighs together, the
Puppeteer barely endured the masochistic climax.

“You
made a mistake. You should have linked with another puppet.”

Now
that her identity was exposed, she could say it was a mistake to
possess Denshi, but what if her identity hadn’t been discovered?

‘Just
imagining it sends shivers down my spine.’

The
Puppeteer’s acting skills were truly masterful.

Just
looking at her hateful eyes, I really thought it was Denshi.

If
I had been fooled and the Puppeteer had taken over Denshi’s body
and escaped with the puppet body, we would have been too exhausted to
track her down.

“A
mistake, you say…? Heuhut…”

The
Puppeteer, drooling from her mouth, glared at me with unfocused
eyes.

“Is
that… so, haa…?”

“What?”

Surprised
by her unexpectedly confident attitude, I tilted my head, and the
Puppeteer glared at me with twisted eyes.

“You
can’t touch me anymore. I won’t leave this woman’s body.”

The
Puppeteer gave a bitter smile and declared, and then someone came
from behind.

“Disciple.
Take a look at this.”

Idelbert,
dragging something, threw it next to me.

It
was a cocoon about 2 meters in size.

A
cocoon wrapped in black thread.

It
was a grotesque sight, like a greatly enlarged silkworm cocoon.

Idelbert
frowned as he thumped the silk cocoon with his fist.

“It
hid inside here before its body was completely destroyed. It’s
recovering Mana and demonic energy inside. It’s a kind of defensive
barrier.”

Thump!
Thump!

Idelbert
struck it repeatedly with his fist, but the cocoon didn’t budge.

“It’s
hard to break. It’s not just the defense, but I used too much
power.”

The
battle with the Puppeteer had exhausted us greatly.

Idelbert,
in particular, had suffered quite a few injuries, so it would take at
least a week for his Mana to fully recover.

I
was forcibly enduring Mana exhaustion, so if I lost consciousness
even for a moment, I would be out for days.

[Bunny.]

[…That’s
impossible. I barely swallowed a few strands of that thread, and you
want me to eat a clump of hundreds of strands? Ptooey. I’d rather
eat your poop than that.]

When
I spoke to Bunny just in case, she shook her head, disgusted.

There
was no way to deal with the cocoon right now.

I
looked at the cocoon, then turned to glare at the Puppeteer who
had taken over Denshi’s body.

“…You
little shit.”

The
Puppeteer’s intention was to hide inside Denshi’s body and buy
time until the broken puppet body recovered inside the cocoon.

In
other words, she was holding Denshi’s body hostage.

“For
a being once called a demon to be defeated by a human and reduced to
this, trying to prolong your life in such a way… aren’t you
ashamed?”

“Puhut.
I threw away all those feelings when I was defeated by the hero.”

The
Puppeteer’s eyes lit up at my mockery.

“I
don’t particularly cling to life, but there are two things I
definitely want to see with my own eyes. So I can’t die until
then.”

As
I clicked my tongue at her brazen attitude, Celsia, staggering,
looked down at her.

I
don’t know if she had finished transforming.

Celsia,
who had returned to her child’s body, put aside her toughness for a
moment and asked in a calm voice.

The
Puppeteer, who had taken over Denshi’s body, nodded at Celsia’s
question.

She
told us her thoughts as if bestowing a reward on us for winning the
battle.

“I
wanted to see irredeemable, lawless vermin possess even a fraction of
the noble heart of the hero.”

Then,
the Puppeteer opened her lips small enough for only me to see.

As
if giving a service to the best player who provided the decisive
cause for her defeat.

—And
I wanted to see… and take the being the hero called brother with my
own eyes.

She
shuddered all over as she said that.

—I
was always curious. Who was this brother that she was always looking
for, and even when she looked, she couldn’t find him… I never
thought he would be discovered hundreds of years later. What kind of
incident was he involved in?

“You
fucking bitch!!!”

Pow!

With
a heavy thud, my fist struck the Puppeteer’s face.

Crack—!!

With
the sensation of my fist caving in her face, the thread of reason I
was barely holding onto snapped.

“Die!
Die, you bitch!”

Thwack!
Thwack! Thwack!

“Heut—Kkeut—!
Ugh…!”

Every
time my fist struck her, a violent reaction erupted from her.

More
precisely, the Puppeteer held her breath and endured my fists…
but Denshi’s body couldn’t.

Every
time my fist struck her body roughly, Denshi’s body experienced a
non-stop masochistic climax.

And,
the moment the fist filled with anger at the one who mocked my sister
crushed Denshi’s womb.

Pow!

“Keuhooooonggeueut?!?!?!!!!”

Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!

With
the sound of urinating and vaginal fluids at the same time, Denshi’s
shorts and the ground began to get wet.

“B,
Balkan?!!”

“S,
stop! Stop!”

Celsia
and Idelbert, who had rushed over in a hurry, grabbed my body and
pulled me away from the Puppeteer.

There
was no point in hitting the Puppeteer who was wearing Denshi’s
body.

Having
seen how much I cared for Denshi, the two of them hurriedly stopped
me, who had lost my mind.

Fortunately,
my strength was greatly depleted.

If
I had been in perfect condition, Denshi’s body would have had several
holes in it.

‘Endure.
Endure.’

I
took a deep breath and suppressed the murderous intent that was
boiling up from the depths of my heart.

‘The
Puppeteer must have a way to show or share her memories.’

Otherwise,
she wouldn’t have asked me to show her the image of Soeun that I
knew, showing me the image of the hero she knew.

I
can’t kill her until I know that method.

If
I see the Puppeteer’s memories, I can roughly determine the path.

What
kind of being was the king who summoned my sister during the Great
War?

Whether
my axe blade should head to the imperial palace, or to the royal
family that summoned my sister.

And
to know that.

“……Heu,
eueueuk—? Kkeuheut…?!”

Trickle,
trickle, trickle…

I
glared at the Puppeteer, who was rolling her eyes and urinating
because of Denshi’s masochistic body.

And
after barely regaining my senses, I roughly pulled on the Puppet
Master’s collar, who was glaring at Denshi’s body, which was dripping
with vaginal fluids.

“Keuheut—”

Unlike
Denshi, I heard a coughing voice, but I ignored it and headed towards
Celsia.

“Eueh…”

She
was blankly staring at the Puppeteer who had hijacked Denshi’s
body.

She
couldn’t have imagined that the Puppeteer would show such a
‘feminine’ reaction.

I
wouldn’t have thought this either if I hadn’t seen the Puppeteer
steal Denshi’s first time and climax more vulgarly than anyone else.

“Celsia.”

At
my call, Celsia’s eyes turned to my fist.

The
fist that had made the demon, a being of fear, roll its eyes and
urinate, and even held its collar in its hand.

“A,
uh, uh, huh? Why? What’s wrong?”

Celsia,
who had been standing blankly looking at the fist, hurriedly asked.

“Lend
me a space where no sound can escape.”

“Huh?
What’s that…?”

“And
give me the right to punish the Puppeteer, 10 top-grade recovery
potions, and four days. And if you go to our inn, there’s a bag
with mid-grade stamina-enhancing herbs in it, please bring that.”

Before
I could finish speaking, Celsia’s cheeks turned red.

“A,
a space where no sound can escape, and the right to punish, recovery
potions, and… s, s, stamina-enhancing herbs…?”

“Yes.”

Celsia’s
eyes alternated between the Puppeteer lying on the floor,
dripping with vaginal climax fluids along with a nosebleed…

And
the large truth serum syringe located between my legs.

Staring
at Celsia’s eyes, which were spinning in confusion, I said in a
confident tone.

“Within
four days, I’ll get all the information from that cunt.”