Chapter 330: I Was Wrong, Please Forgive Me (3)

Chapter
330: I Was Wrong, Please Forgive Me (3)

Clank,
clank—

Every
time the Puppeteer, who had taken over Denshi’s body, moved
slightly, the restraints binding her limbs made a metallic sound.

Restraints
imbued with a considerable level of Divinity.

‘Those
must be the anti-magic restraints Idelbert mentioned.’

They
were clearly not ordinary items at a glance, but not quite enough to
completely stop the Puppeteer either.

If
the Puppeteer’s true body recovered, they would likely be torn
apart like paper.

“…A
succubus, is it.”

The
Puppeteer said, looking at No. 2 who was following behind me.

Even
though it wasn’t her own body, did she feel shame at being tied up
naked?

Her
face was flushed red.

“I
can sense an aphrodisiac synthesized from succubus fluids too. Very
similar to what that lust demon used.”

The
Puppeteer smirked, noticing the presence of the aphrodisiac just
by looking at my pocket.

“I
finally understand.”

“…?”

“I’ve
seen and controlled many living beings before, but this is the first
time I’ve encountered a body with such twisted senses and emotions.
It was surprising.”

After
being subdued in the lawless zone, did she realize something while
being beaten and reaching a masochistic climax?

The
Puppeteer glared at me with Denshi’s irritated face and said:

“So
you gradually trained this doll’s body and senses with that
aphrodisiac. To perceive violence and beatings not as pain, but as
pleasure.”

“…”

“I
thought perhaps this one’s twisted senses and emotions created a
difference from other lawless ones… but it was merely artificially
trained. That’s a bit disappointing.”

“Pfft.”

“…?”

The
one who snickered at the Puppeteer’s words wasn’t me, but No. 2.

That
succubus mocked the Puppeteer who tilted her head in confusion.

“Even
before Lilith-sama and us succubi joined under Balkan-sama, the
person whose body you’ve stolen was already Balkan-sama’s faithful
slave.”

That
cheerful voice contained respect and worship for the incubus who had
subjugated her master.

And
there was also a shallow calculation that if she showed such loyalty,
she might someday receive the incubus’s blessing… his semen.

This
directly refuted the Puppeteer’s claim that Denshi had been
trained with Lilith’s aphrodisiac.

“That’s
impossible… It’s not possible to damage a person’s body to this
extent without using drugs or aphrodisiacs.”

The
Puppeteer shook her head with a rare look of bewilderment.

I
held back laughter as I watched the Puppeteer’s reaction.

I
wonder how Denshi would have reacted if she heard that.

Would
she have nodded and said, “Our master is quite amazing, isn’t
he?”

Or
would she have boasted, “Master, my body is so excellent it
surprises even a demon!”

Imagining
reactions I couldn’t see right now, I approached the Puppeteer
who had stolen Denshi’s body.

“Are
you scared?”

And
I said that in a calm voice.

“What
did you say?!”

“As
soon as I came in, you talked about the aphrodisiac without asking
anything else.”

“You…!”

Irritated
by my question if she was scared, I shook the bottle of pink
aphrodisiac in front of the Puppeteer’s eyes.

“Are
you trying to rationalize?”

“…!”

“You’re
trying to rationalize that the reason you wet yourself from my
punches earlier was all because Denshi’s body is soaked in
aphrodisiacs, and that you yourself have no problems, right?”

“…”

“What
are you so scared of, when you’re already full of flaws without even
a normal body?”

“…”

“Ah,
could it be… are you afraid? Of climaxing shamelessly like before.”

“N-No…!”

The
Puppeteer hurriedly cried out, denying my words.

“…”

But
there were no words following that hasty denial.

Her
plump pink lips were tightly shut, not uttering any rebuttal.

No,
she couldn’t.

‘She’s
like a child struck at her core.’

She
instinctively denied the words that pierced her heart, but there was
no rational reason to follow.

“…No.
That’s not… it.”

She
just repeated the same self-defensive words.

Seeing
this, I was reminded of Bunny’s rebuttal to the Puppeteer’s taunt
asking if a bad-mannered demon had fallen to become a human’s slave.

—Are
you any different?

Saying
“Are you any different?” meant that Bunny thought the
Puppeteer’s situation was similar to her own.

The
Puppeteer, recalling the memory of hiding her expression under
the bed and swaying her hips to get my dick, became even more
agitated at that rebuttal and went on the offensive against me.

If
the Puppeteer hadn’t reacted so intensely to Bunny’s rebuttal?

She
would have focused solely on capturing me and Denshi while dragging
out the battle and keeping her guard up, and we would have been
defeated, unable to stop the puppet-like zombies approaching from
outside.

As
a result, the Puppeteer was defeated like this without even
properly using her greatest weapon of “overwhelming numbers”.

Knowing
her own mistake, the Puppeteer turned her head away, unable to
bear the stern gaze of the man who had caused that mistake.

“Look
at me properly.”

Smack!

But
I grabbed the Puppeteer’s chin and forcibly made her meet my
eyes.

Having
removed my helmet while coming down the stairs, I could look her
straight in the eyes.

“Kuh…”

The
Puppeteer tried to avert her gaze again upon facing my bare face,
but I gripped her chin even tighter and forced her to maintain eye
contact.

“Out
of all the abundant threats, what reason is there to specifically say
you’d make me into a Limb Severing Dildo?”

“…”

“Don’t
turn away from your gloomy desires and instincts. You were already
trying to consume me sexually from an unconscious level, weren’t
you?”

That
day.

The
day the Puppeteer stole Denshi’s virginity.

Perhaps
from the moment the Puppeteer’s unconscious was filled with my
existence, she was destined to break.

Without
anyone, not even the Puppeteer herself, noticing.

‘…No.
Maybe.’

The
Puppeteer also knew it unconsciously?

‘She
knew, but couldn’t admit it.’

If
she had crumbled before a noble belief like a hero, she would have
acknowledged her defeat.

But
if she admitted that she, a noble and lofty demon, was defeated by
the mere pleasure given by a human male’s dick…

‘Her
pride as a demon would be, literally, shattered.’

Squeeeeeze!

“Kuheuuugh…!”

As
I roughly grabbed and squeezed Denshi’s soft breasts in one hand, the
Puppeteer who had taken over Denshi’s body suppressed a scream
mixed with pleasure.

A
rough breast-squeezing with not a trace of gentleness or respect.

It
was the intensity Denshi really liked.

“Huk,
huuu…!”

The
Puppeteer who had taken over Denshi’s body bit her lower lip
hard, enduring the pleasure.

Clank!
Clank—!

Every
time the restraints binding her limbs made a metallic sound, emotions
were heightened.

The
instinct whispered by the curse of a man, of an incubus, was shouting
to dominate the woman trembling at my touch.

I
moved according to that instinct.

When
I removed my hand that had been mercilessly mauling her breasts, the
red handprint left on Denshi’s breasts caught my eye.

Amidst
the harmonious blend of snow-white skin and reddened skin, there were
pink nipples that seemed to be a delicate mix of the two colors.

A
stimulation that an ordinary woman would have perceived as pain.

But
Denshi’s body received it as pleasure.

Her
body swelled its areolas and hardened its pink nipples into erection
even at my rough touch.

Smack!!!

When
I flicked her erect nipple with my gathered fingers, the Puppet
Master showed an even more intense reaction.

“Hugeuh…!”

Clank!
Clank clank!!!

As
her already sensitive areola and nipple were stimulated as if
scratched by fingernails, the restraints shook even more violently.

My
gaze went to her upturned face and tightly closed lips.

Seeing
her defensive attitude as if trying to endure and resist the
pleasure, I seemed to know which part of the Puppeteer to strike.

I
whispered in a small voice into the Puppeteer’s ear.

“Don’t
hold back.”

“Ungh…”

As
I gently blew breath into her ear, her shoulders instinctively
trembled.

“Accept
the pleasure. Acknowledge it. The sensations you’re feeling.”

With
her limbs restrained to the frame and her waist bent, I gently
stroked down her spine from top to bottom.

As
the touch that started from around her waist passed over her tailbone
and headed between her buttocks, Denshi’s body, weak to pleasure,
began to tremble reflexively.

“That’s
not… a sound…!”

Whether
demon or whatever.

The
Puppeteer frowned and shouted at the words to acknowledge that
she was now just a female moaning lewdly at nipple flicks.

“I-I’m
not… defeated by such… trivial fondling—”

Squelch♡

“Higuht?!!!”

The
Puppeteer’s expression, which had been desperately continuing her
self-defense, instantly melted.

No
longer showing any resistance to pleasure by twisting her body, her
pussy that had become stiff like a rock…

Had
my middle finger inserted into it.

Squirm,
squirm…♡

Unlike
her stiffened body, Denshi’s softened insides tightly squeezed my
middle finger as soon as it entered, giving a warm yet hazy
sensation.

When
I pulled out my middle finger from the vaginal walls that were
nibbling on it as if to lick even the fingerprint, the Puppeteer
who had been tense finally reacted belatedly.

“Wh-What…?”

“Look.”

I
held up my wet middle finger in front of her eyes as if offering
candy.

Her
pupils, which had been shaking violently and wandering, gathered in
one place and blankly stared at my middle finger.

“You’re
more perverted than lust itself, getting your pussy wet from nipple
flicks, and you’re saying what?”

“…Th-This
is… because your slave’s body is strange…”

“Let’s
say the body is. Then why are you staring straight at this finger?”

“…Huh…”

The
Puppeteer couldn’t refute my words.

Although
it was Denshi’s body that had become aroused from the breast
fondling.

The
one breathing heavily and staring at the finger soaked in pussy juice
with hazy eyes was… clearly the Puppeteer’s will.

Observing
the Puppeteer who had acknowledged her sexual arousal, I moved
behind her.

Rustle—
Thud.

And
I took out my white dispenser after taking off my pants.

“Hu…!”

The
Puppeteer gasped at the heavy weight placed on her buttocks.

“W-Wait.
Wait wait wait…!”

Was
it because she had clearly become aware of her sexual desires?

Unlike
the night she stole Denshi’s virginity, when she had seductively
swayed her hips on the bed, the Puppeteer now slapped Denshi’s
buttocks up and down, trying to shake off my dick.

But
the Puppeteer, with her limbs bound and unable to use magic,
didn’t even have the strength to remove the single dick placed on her
buttocks.

Rather,
that shallow stimulation became a trigger for blood to gradually
gather in my dick.

Thanks
to the highest grade recovery potion provided by Celsia, along with
the highest grade stamina-enhancing herbs I had eaten, the condition
of my dick was at its best.

My
dick, which had grotesquely erected to the point where veins were
visible from its soft, plump, harmless state, slapped against the
Puppeteer’s pussy mound.

Denshi’s
body was already perfectly prepared to receive her master.

“Ah,
aah…”

The
Puppeteer, turning her head to look at my dick, muttered
something incomprehensible.

It
seemed as if the memory of that night flashed across her eyes.

The
memory of being crushed by this dick, her pussy being roughly
pounded, climaxing countless times… being broken as a female to the
point her brain melted.

And
the dick from those memories.

Squelch!

It
entered roughly, scraping her inner walls, and pressed down heavily
on her womb with its thick glans.

“Huooooongngeuh?!?!?!♡♡♡!?!”

Squiiiiirt!!!♡♡♡

At
the sensation of the raw dick that she would have only vaguely felt
through the doll’s body, the Puppeteer ejaculated a flood of
pussy juice with Denshi’s body.