Chapter 333: Interrogation (2)

Chapter
333: Interrogation (2)

The
Puppeteer reluctantly removed her lips from the glistening, clean
cock.

Her
lips, having sucked every last drop of semen from the cock and even
the urethra, were adorned with curly pubic hair like a medal.

Swallowing
hard, she savored the remaining semen in her mouth before taking a
sticky breath and inhaling the scent of the cock on her face.

And
then.

Clang!!!

“Balkan
Auster!!!”

Marquis
Rohart rushed down to the basement, his footsteps hurried.

Balkan
faced the middle-aged female knight with a nonchalant expression.

He
had already sensed her presence through perception, so he wasn’t
surprised by the sudden visit.

Having
received the helmet from Number Two and put it back on, he was
prepared for the sudden appearance.

“Hngh…!”

However,
Marquis Rohart, who had hurriedly opened the door and entered, gasped
at the scene inside the warehouse.

“…W-What
is this…”

The
moment Marquis Rohart opened the door to the desolate basement
warehouse, he felt as if the surrounding scenery had changed.

It
was as if he had been instantly transported from a gloomy and
desolate back alley to a bustling entertainment district filled with
sticky and sweet scents.

The
musty yet fluffy smell that usually permeated places where love
blossomed and physical exchanges occurred.

The
marquis’s legs trembled from the intense scent of masculinity and the
smell of female vaginal fluids that cleared his nostrils.

‘…This…
is what interrogation is like?’

Marquis
Rohart had not heard such stories.

He
had only heard that a man who had captured a demon of greed and
received the right to punish it was interrogating the demon.

‘Balkan
Auster…’

He
was quite a celebrity in the noble district these days.

Not
only had he quickly made a name for himself as an explorer, but also.

He
had confronted the demon worshippers of wrath at the princess’s
birthday party and allowed them to escape, and the royal family had
directly bestowed upon him the Castle of the Hero.

Even
this time, he had achieved the feat of capturing the demon of greed.

‘I
heard he was a warrior of considerable skill, so I thought he would
be proficient in torture and interrogation…’

The
scene before his eyes far surpassed the ‘interrogation’ that Marquis
Rohart had imagined.

“What
brings you here so suddenly?”

Thwack.
Splat, tap, tap…

As
if shaking off urine after relieving himself, he was tapping his
massive tool against the lips of the doll possessed by the demon of
greed.

Without
the slightest hint of displeasure, but rather with a relieved
expression as if he had accomplished something satisfying.

“Ugh,
ugh, slurp, hngh…”

The
infamous demon of greed, who had more than half of the lawless
district under her control, was panting roughly as she was struck by
the massive object that covered the entire center of her face.

Splat,
sluuuurp…

The
moans that escaped her lips each time her erect nose and moist lips
were rubbed against the cock were no different from those of a female
who had spent a blissful night with a male without any regrets.

‘No,
even more vulgar than that…’

A
sight of a woman and a demon who had abandoned all dignity and been
reduced to a cock-wiping tissue for a superior male.

‘That’s…
the fearsome demon?’

Marquis
Rohart, who had witnessed the contract between the Puppeteer and the
late king from afar when he was still a competent swordsman, felt a
great sense of incongruity as he looked at the female before him.

If
it weren’t for the immense presence and terrifying magic that could
be felt even with the restraints on, he would have mistaken her for a
whore who was completely infatuated with a male.

“Marquis.”

“…”

“Marquis
Rohart?”

“Ah!
Oh, yes.”

“What
brings you here in such a hurry? You’re sweating profusely.”

Marquis
Rohart faced the man who was nonchalantly rubbing his cock on the
face of the fearsome demon.

There
was no way the Puppeteer was originally such a female.

‘This
man… made her like this.’

A
demon who had existed for hundreds of years… like this…

The
middle-aged female knight’s lower body trembled at the unbelievable
situation, but she remembered her duty.

“The
Puppeteer’s silk cocoon has broken.”

Balkan’s
eyes widened at Marquis Rohart’s words.

The
Puppeteer had spun a silk cocoon to endure until her injured body
recovered.

That
cocoon was currently being monitored by Professor Idelbert and
Professor Mankostil, and Marquis Rohart on the upper floor of this
building.

But
it had broken?

“But
she didn’t show any special behavior, only the silk cocoon broke. The
two of them are continuing to monitor, thinking that an accident
might have happened in the basement, and I came to see…”

What
Marquis Rohart saw was a more peaceful scene than he had imagined.

Balkan,
hearing Marquis Rohart’s words, turned his head and looked at the
Puppeteer.

“I
released the cocoon. The recovery is almost complete.”

At
Balkan’s gaze demanding an explanation, the Puppeteer readily gave
her answer.

“Didn’t
you ask me to tell you about the hero?”

Ahem.

The
Puppeteer cleared her throat and glanced at Marquis Rohart before
straightening her body, which had collapsed from copulation.

As
if the only person who could see her disheveled appearance was one
person.

Her
voice, which had been panting as she faced the cock, regained its
imposing presence.

“Bring
the necklace hanging around my main body’s neck. The answer you want
is inside.”

***

A
two-story building with a large magic barrier deployed.

On
the second floor were Professor Mankostil, who had stocked up on
electric magic, and Idelbert, who was wearing gauntlets.

“Balkan,
what is going on? The cocoon was released much faster than
expected…”

Idelbert
waved his hand at Professor Mankostil, who was bewildered.

“It’s
okay. It seems like things are going better than expected.”

“Union
leader, how can you be so sure? We should at least ask what
happened…”

“I
can smell how things went without having to say it.”

Sniff
sniff.

Idelbert,
raising the tip of his nose, put strength into his tail and pressed
down on Balkan’s abs.

Press.
Press.

“Right?
Disciple.”

Lies
were meaningless in front of Idelbert’s sense of smell, which had
reached the realm of mastery.

‘He
must have noticed what I did with the Puppeteer as soon as I came up
to the second floor.’

So
all he could do was nod obediently.

“It
ended well.”

“…Tch.
I knew it.”

After
bitterly smiling at the clumsy expression of affection filled with
love and concern for his disciple, he approached the Puppeteer’s doll
body.

The
doll body that had emerged from the cocoon had its arms, which had
been cut off by Idelbert, restored.

The
traces of being hit directly by the explosion were the same.

‘…The
recovery was much faster than expected.’

It
was a little faster than three days, and if he hadn’t been able to
defeat her within two days, he might have allowed a pretty big
counterattack.

He
breathed a sigh of relief and approached the doll body, tearing off
the necklace.

The
necklace emitted a dazzling color unique to relics.

The
necklace, which looked like a precious item at a glance, maintained
its perfect appearance without any cracks or damage, even though a
fairly intense battle had taken place.

He
tried to open it with force, but it didn’t open easily.

It
seemed to be something that only the Puppeteer could open.

“What
is that? It looks like a relic with a considerable level of defensive
magic…”

Professor
Mankostil frowned as he looked at the necklace.

“I
was going to interrogate the Puppeteer, and she told me to bring
this.”

“Hmm?
What is it? I can feel magic from the necklace because the Puppeteer
has it… Hmm? I can feel some divine power too. Anyway, isn’t it a
little dangerous?”

“Hmm…”

Balkan
trailed off.

Trying
to find out information about the hero… his younger sister through
the Puppeteer was only a personal inquiry.

The
only thing allowed by the right of punishment he received from Selcia
was to interrogate and torture the Puppeteer.

Professor
Mankostil wasn’t the type to nitpick over trivial things, but if he
honestly said that he was extracting information for other purposes,
he might create another problem somewhere.

“I
don’t think you need to worry about that, professor.”

It
was an unexpected person who intervened.

“Hmm?
What do you mean, Marquis Rohart?”

“When
I went down to the basement just now, I saw Balkan Auster
‘interrogating’ the demon of greed. …At least in my opinion, it
didn’t seem like the demon of greed would use him to do anything
foolish.”

Professor
Mankostil tilted his head with a dumbfounded expression at Marquis
Rohart’s defense.

“Hmm…?
Until just now, you were the most distrustful of Balkan among us,
weren’t you? You said that we shouldn’t leave that dangerous demon in
the hands of just one explorer.”

“Ahem.
That’s… right. I was honestly underestimating his skills. But after
seeing him interrogate the demon just now, I don’t think there’s
anything to worry about. His interrogation was… well, what was it.
Perfect… Hngh. It was quite impressive.”

Idelbert’s
eyes narrowed as he saw the middle-aged knight blushing and clearing
his throat.

‘He
saw my disciple. You bitch.’

Idelbert,
barely holding back his curse, looked at his disciple.

“Is
there anything left to interrogate?”

“Yes.”

“…Then
go and finish it. We’ll be here to protect this place.”

***

“Ah…”

Sniff.
Sniff. Hooo…

The
Puppeteer, still bound by restraints, buried her nose in the necklace
as soon as she received it and inhaled.

When
she buried her nose in the cock and inhaled, she had a seductive and
hazy expression, but when she smelled the necklace, her pupils
focused as if she had been injected with a tranquilizer.

“I’d
like you to tell me now. What is that?”

“Wait.
Just a little more… Sniff… Hooo… Please…”

There
was no one in the returned basement warehouse.

He
had sent Number Two, who had been brought to assist with the sexual
activity, upstairs, so only Balkan and the Puppeteer were here.

Was
that why?

Unlike
when Marquis Rohart was there, the Puppeteer’s voice was much softer
and more subdued.

How
many minutes had passed?

The
Puppeteer, who had taken the necklace off her nose, carefully opened
the necklace.

Click.

Inside
the necklace, which opened with a small sound, were some fluff, small
flakes of skin, and a lump of divine power emitting a faint aura.

‘I
thought there would be a picture or a mirror.’

The
moment his eyes narrowed at the unexpected objects, his gaze was
drawn to the divine power contained in the necklace.

‘That
divine power is…?’

It
felt strangely familiar.

Divine
power that was much purer and contained higher quality power than the
divine power handled by ordinary priests of the Earth Mother Church.

‘It’s
similar to the divine power supplied by [Radiant Blessing] and the
divine power handled by Selcia…’

Radiant
Blessing was a blessing obtained from the labyrinth, and Selcia was a
noble being called the Saintess of the Earth Mother Church.

And
the divine power trapped in the Puppeteer’s necklace exuded a very
similar aura to those.

What
this meant was…

“Take
it.”

At
that time, when he was continuing his speculation.

The
Puppeteer took a strand of hair from the fluff in the necklace and
handed it to him.

Balkan,
who had received it and held it in his hand, asked the Puppeteer.

“What
is this?”

“It’s
the hero’s pubic hair.”

“………What?”

And,
his mind went blank at the unexpected answer.

“…………Wha,
t…?”

“The
hero’s pubic hair… pubes.”

“…”

Snap.

With
a sensation as if something was snapping in his head, his body moved
reflexively.

Squeezeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

“Kheuheueueueut…?!!!!!”

Instinctively
grabbing the Puppeteer’s breasts as if to crush them, he gnashed his
teeth and glared at her.

“This,
you fucking, you. You bitch…”

It
was only after swallowing a jumble of unorganized curses for a long
time that the barely calmed words came out.

“…Why,
do you have this.”

It
was a question mixed with pure doubt and anger.

“He,
the hero is also a mortal. When he was rolling around on the
battlefield, he also relieved his sexual desires…”

“…Soeun
relieved her sexual desires with a bitch like you?!”

Squeezeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

“No,
that’s not it, eugh…♡”

The
Puppeteer’s pupils went back and forth between pain and pleasure at
the touch filled with anger.

“While
watching the hero masturbate at the, outpost… I secretly sneaked in
and collected, treasures…!! Eugh…♡”

His
head spun every time he heard the Puppeteer’s confession.

“This
crazy, stalker bitch…”

‘To
dare to watch my younger sister masturbate and take her traces?’

She
wasn’t just a crazy bitch.

How
greedy would you have to be for a woman to take another woman’s pubic
hair…?

At
that time, when he was suppressing his confused emotions.

“Si,
similar…!”

The
Puppeteer, blushing at the contemptuous insults, shouted.

“What?”

“That
hair… and the pubic hair mixed in with the semen you splattered
yesterday… even the genes and shape… Now, it’s not just a
guess… I’m really sure…”

Balkan
realized one thing as he listened to the Puppeteer’s confession.

The
information that allowed the Puppeteer to guess that he was the
hero’s brother.

That
was it.

But
the Puppeteer’s answer didn’t stop there.

“Wrap,
wrap that around your hand… and hold my hand.”

“…This,
this hair… wrap it around my hand?”

“Yes.”

When
he asked back in disbelief, the Puppeteer nodded with sincere eyes.

“Then…
I can show you my memories of the person with these genes.”