Behemoth – 1

“Helga.”

I firmly grasped Helga’s wrist as she tried to peel off the sticker on her nipple. Helga trembled slightly and looked up at me with hazy eyes. Heated breath escaped from between her lips.

“Yes, ye-es…… Captain-nim…….”

Perhaps interpreting my actions as she pleased, her body slowly crept forward. Her pelvis and sides twisted. The amount of water droplets on her neck and collarbone increased even further.

I pulled her other wrist as well. I overlapped her wrists so they crossed, then firmly gripped the crossing point with my left hand. Helga meekly entrusted her wrists to me without any resistance.

I raised my left hand upwards. Naturally, Helga’s arms were pulled up with it. As her forearm brushed past her side, her chest jiggled slightly.

I placed her upper forearms next to both of Helga’s ears, making her adopt a hands-up position where the backs of her hands were visible. Then, I bent her elbows backward near the crown of her head, positioning her hands near the back of her neck. Again, there was no resistance.

Since her hands were placed at the back of her neck in a hands-up position, it naturally exposed her armpits completely, and created a pose that emphasized the sticker on her nipple and her chest.

The distance between us was so close that Helga’s chest was almost touching my chest. I gazed into her hazy eyes and slowly walked forward.

Helga also stepped backward, following me. Before long, her butt touched the corridor window. Her desperate eyes looked up at me, as if she could no longer think of anything else.

With my left hand, I firmly gripped her hands pressed against the back of her neck to prevent them from slipping out. Then, in a posture almost like embracing her, I made Helga rest her head near my shoulder. Helga meekly buried her head in my shoulder.

While preventing her gaze from turning in any other direction, I reached for the curtain directly behind her.

“Captain-nim, quickly…….”

Helga, who was inhaling with her face buried in my shoulder, urged me on with a voice full of heat. I nodded vaguely and twisted the curtain into a rope.

And then, I began to tie Helga’s arms with the curtain.

I wrapped it vertically once at the crossing point of her wrists, then passed it through the inner elbow and out through the armpit. It then went over her upper chest, into the opposite armpit, wrapped around the inner elbow, and passed behind her neck.

Helga didn’t care even as I tied her arms. Instead, she was pushing her lips forward, taking advantage of the narrowed gap between our faces. I gently pulled her wrist to create some distance.

Finally, I wrapped the curtain horizontally twice at the crossing point of her wrists. Then, taking advantage of her persistent attempt to push her lips forward despite my actions, I pulled the curtain tight and completed the knot.

“……Huh?”

A questioning sound escaped Helga’s lips, as her wrists, shoulders, and elbows were instantly bound tightly.

Only then did she seem to grasp the situation and began to struggle, but since she had no support to apply force and her arms were in a position that made them difficult to use properly, the curtain didn’t budge an inch.

Even if she were to hang on the curtain, it would be difficult for Helga’s weight to tear it off. How could she possibly shake off such a thick curtain, one that could make the corridor dark even in broad daylight outside?

It might be possible if she were in a situation where she could apply force directly. However, even for Helga, with her in such a pose and her body completely heated up, untying the knot would not be easy.

As her body twisted this way and that, her emphasized chest swayed wildly. It was an incredibly provocative sight, perhaps because her nipples were only covered by a single sticker.

“Haaah…… haaah…….”

Helga, who had been struggling to untie the knot and letting out lewd moans for a while, looked at me with a face half-streaked with tears. Her twisting thighs and her body, glistening with sweat, were a bonus.

“C-Captain-nim…… if you have a tying-up fetish, you could have told me beforehand…….”

As expected, she hadn’t fully come to her senses yet. I sighed deeply and stepped back.

“Just bear with it for a bit. I’ll make you come to your senses. If this goes any further, Helga, you won’t be able to look me in the face again.”

“Huh? Eh, eh? Captain-nim? Captain-nim? I’m completely heated up right now, where are you going? Are you going to leave a woman who’s perfectly ripe and just walk away? Are you really going to do that? Captain-nim? Captain-nim?”

A desperate voice came from behind me, but I ignored it. I immediately grabbed the Wingless Nightmare in my hand, kicked open Cassandra’s door, and quickly closed it.

The voice that had been desperately calling out to me abruptly stopped. It felt as if the power had been pulled from a machine.

“Wow, you endured that? Your patience must be extraordinary, huh?”

Instead, a voice I hadn’t heard before greeted me.

A woman was sitting on the edge of an antique and large bed, located on the wall directly opposite the door I had entered through.

Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and it was a very deep pink. It was much deeper than Claudia’s hair, which was closer to a light cherry blossom color. It was almost hot pink.

Her chest was much larger than her head. Beyond being simply impressive, it was even to the point of being grotesque. One breast seemed to be the size of two heads.

Her waist was so thin it seemed unbelievable, yet her pelvis was demurely spread, and her thighs were plump. It was a figure that immediately brought to mind the adjective ‘violent’.

Her attire was also absurd. It was closer to a tattoo materialized, barely covering only the vital parts, rather than actual clothing. Suddenly, the Popes’ dresses came to mind.

There was one more captivating feature. A pair of horns sprouting from her head, and a thin tail swaying near her butt. The tip of the tail had something heart-shaped attached to it.

‘……Was there a character that looked like that?’

I rummaged through my memories, but there was no way Brdk 4 would have a boss with an appearance that would only appear in an eroge.

And if I considered the possibility of a specific NPC’s appearance being changed by a mod, there was certainly no NPC that could cause such an abnormal phenomenon.

‘This is troublesome.’

I furrowed my brow slightly.

If I didn’t know what her original form was, it would be difficult for me to think of a way to deal with it right now. Especially since she definitely didn’t seem like a friendly woman to me.

“Who are you?”

“Who do I look like?”

The woman swayed her tail with the heart-shaped attachment. She even fondled her breasts with both hands or gently stroked her lower belly.

‘……A succubus?’

That thought suddenly came to mind, but at the same time, the thought that a succubus couldn’t be here also occurred to me. They only appeared as elite mobs in the Hell DLC.

Still, I had nothing to lose, so I decided to subtly probe.

“Are you a succubus, by any chance?”

“What?! Are you comparing me to those low-class bitches right now? Waaah! So mean! I’m sad!”

The woman brought her hand to her eyes with exaggerated gestures and tone. Sob sob, I heard crying. It was crying that didn’t seem to have any intention of genuinely pretending to cry from the start.

Her pretense of crying didn’t last long. After a few seconds, the woman peeked at me from behind her fist, then stuck out her tongue slightly and grinned.

“You’re not falling for it, huh? As expected. You have to be at least this good to be able to stand upright here.”

“…….”

Judging by her horns and tail, she seemed to be a demon type, but her appearance had changed too drastically, making it hard to guess her identity. It was also ambiguous whether that thing was a boss or just an elite mob.

Whatever it was, figuring out the woman’s identity was the top priority. While I was rummaging through my memories, the woman, who saw the Wingless Nightmare in my hand, tilted her head.

“But why do you have a sword? Are you perhaps trying to fight me? Really? Hey, hey, if you’re going to fight, let’s do something else instead of that. I’ll treat you well. Promise. There are a lot of women under Charm here, aren’t there? They’re all yours. How about it?”

‘……Charm?’

Amidst the words that poured out like a machine gun, I caught a hint. Charm. A demon that had settled in the city and was causing abnormal phenomena. If so, only one thing came to mind.

“Are you, by any chance, Behemoth?”

“Huh? Wow! How did you know? Was I that famous? I’m happy you recognized me!”

The pink-haired woman jumped up and down expressing joy from where she sat. Her chest, boasting an overwhelming size, jiggled in a manner close to violence.

Even I, who had guessed correctly, was dumbfounded.

‘……Is that really Behemoth?’

Behemoth was one of the demons that appeared as a boss in the main story, a boss that had to be defeated when progressing through the Holy Nation route’s main storyline.

In the main story, demon worshipers resurrected Behemoth and completely consumed an entire city. The one who chopped off the demon’s head and saved the city was none other than the protagonist.

When the event of the resurrected Behemoth occupying the city occurred, all the NPCs in the city would fall into a ‘Charm’ state and become batteries whose power was sucked dry by Behemoth.

NPCs with a certain level of combat power, whom Charm didn’t affect, were all brutally torn to death. Their corpses were piled up in the city’s central plaza.

Demons of lust with such abilities usually bore names like Asmodeus or Lilith, but it was unknown why Behemoth was specifically set as the name instead of those two.

They could have at least just used the succubus race as is.

‘In the game, there was no such function as making people go into heat with Charm.’

Putting aside why Behemoth appeared here, the appearance of the charmed people was too different from the game.

Charm and Fear had exactly opposite effects on each other. If Fear’s effect was to make NPCs flee in terror, Charm’s effect was to make NPCs gather.

And, even if it had a grand name like Charm, it didn’t sexually excite people. It simply ended with charming people to do nothing blankly.

Brdk 4 wasn’t an eroge, after all. There was absolutely no reason to include unnecessary settings like charmed people going into heat or being unable to control their arousal.

‘There’s not just one or two strange things.’

Just like Fear, which belongs to the same category, Charm also doesn’t work on people with combat abilities.

According to the lore, it was because Behemoth’s resurrection was incomplete. That’s why it was trying to use a city as a battery to extract nutrients, and that’s why the player could defeat it.

Well, considering what kind of havoc Brdk 4’s protagonist wreaked in Hell and returned from, it seems likely that even if Behemoth had fully resurrected, its head would still have been chopped off by the protagonist.

‘But Helga also seemed to be under Charm.’

This was in contrast to how Nyx’s Fear didn’t affect the Jet Black Holy Night Knights at all.

I wondered if someone had perhaps created a mod with a strange setting, thinking, ‘If it’s Charm, it should naturally make people go into heat.’

It wasn’t a completely impossible guess, which made the feeling even stranger.

“If you’re really Behemoth, was everything Cassandra did also your fault?”

As soon as Cassandra first met me, she constantly made strange misinterpretations. Not only that, when I emerged after subjugating the Rune Dungeon, she even directly tried to seduce me.

If that wasn’t her original personality but due to Behemoth, it was perfectly understandable.

“That’s right! You’re quite quick-witted, aren’t you? I gave them a very slight suggestion to endlessly well up with lewd fantasies. Even if you had pounced on that woman there, she would have only disliked it at first, but soon enough, she would have enjoyed it with you, you know? Aah! Aah! So good! How about it, are you aroused?”

Even though she intentionally swayed her hips back and forth and let out lewd moans, I didn’t react, so Behemoth pouted her lips.

“Tch. How boring. What kind of man is like that? Are you impotent?”

“Thanks for the concern, but I’ve already tested its performance. It’s perfectly fine.”

“Hmm…… really?”

A scarlet tongue peeked out from between her lips, licked her lips, and went back inside. Her hot pink eyes scanned my lower body.

“Then, can I test it once too?”

“As much as you want.”

“Really?”

Her eyes sparkled. I pointed the tip of the Wingless Nightmare at Behemoth.

“You test it by putting a long, hard thing in and out of a woman’s body, right? Well, there’s a long, hard thing right here. I’ll do it for you as much as you want. Try spreading your legs then.”

“Aah, if something that big goes in, I’ll die.”

A leering grin appeared on Behemoth’s face.

“You know what it means to challenge a demon without divine power, right? Should I take it to mean we’ll play together forever?”

She gave me a smiling glance. It was a natural reaction, as demons could only be killed by divine power, and no matter how much damage they took otherwise, they could recover perfectly fine.

If I had been terribly unlucky and met Behemoth while holding a blood-stained sword, it probably would have been like that. I wouldn’t have been able to win against that even if I died and came back to life.

But now, it was different.

“Just forget everything and leave it to me. My hip movements are truly amazing. You’ll taste heaven…… huh, huh? Huhuhuh?”

Her eyes widened. It was because she had witnessed the divine radiance bursting from the Wingless Nightmare. Brilliant sunlight flowed from one half, and clear moonlight from the other.

“You, you……!”

Behemoth trembled. It was clearly a sword imbued with divine power, and she had realized that she could no longer unilaterally hold the upper hand.

I took out the divine catalyst that I had tied behind my waist. After learning Solar Eclipse and Lunar Eclipse, I always carried the smallest divine catalyst with me.

Since it was so small, its modifier was a bit low, but the catalyst’s modifier didn’t matter to me anyway.

For other divine spells, the damage would be determined by the catalyst’s modifier, but since Solar Eclipse and Lunar Eclipse were enchantments, the damage was determined by my stats, not the catalyst’s modifier.

Therefore, other factors besides portability were meaningless.

I brought the divine catalyst to the part just above the Wingless Nightmare’s crossguard and slowly pushed it up towards the tip of the blade. A chilling full moon settled on the Wingless Nightmare’s blade.

As if she had realized the true nature of the full moon, Behemoth’s expression twisted completely.

“That’s……! How can someone like you, someone like you, wield that power?!”

The coquetry, lightness, or even the unique dignity of a demon that had been present just moments ago had vanished without a trace.

All that remained was a shriek of horror mixed with a sharp metallic sound, and a gaze from bloodshot eyes that seemed to want to kill me.

“Because I’m close with the Popes, you see. I received it as a gift.”

“That can’t be! What on earth would the Pope of the Holy Nation lack to give it to a guy like you?!”

“Ah, that?”

I let out a snicker.

“I told you before. I’ve already tested its performance.”

It was a sentence with all context cut off, but it was more than enough to convey the meaning. Behemoth, after hearing my words, was blank for a moment before bursting into maniacal laughter.

“Ha, hahahahaha! So that’s what it was? After putting on all sorts of elegant airs, were those bitches also just whores crazy for cock in the end?”

Her body rose from the bed. She was incredible even when sitting, but when she stood up and faced me directly, her figure was so incredible that it seemed utterly impossible for a human.

Even though it was true that she wasn’t human.

“I have one more reason to make you mine! I’ll train you until you can’t even get an erection without me! I’ll have to show those bitches your figure begging to cum while licking my toes!”

A whip appeared in Behemoth’s right hand. Fortunately, the weapon was the same as in the game. Although the modeling had changed quite a bit, the fact that she was a female boss wielding a whip hadn’t changed. That was enough.

“That’s true. No man would react to your real appearance.”

“Shut up!”

Behemoth growled at me and cracked her whip in the air. Whoosh-! The sound of tearing through the air was heard.

“Don’t be scared, come here, darling! I’ll show you heaven!”

“Isn’t it a bit off for a demon to mention heaven?”

More of the tattoos on her body peeled off, and Behemoth, in a state practically naked, rushed at me.