Chap 36-The Disappearing Warmth

 

Thwack!

Ugh!

A dull sound rang in my ears.

Following Camilla’s orders, her followers rushed at me without hesitation, kicking me relentlessly.

Sides, back, stomach… wherever their boots landed, a sharp pleasure accompanied the breathlessness.

Several of my ribs might already be cracked or broken.

It was strange.

I couldn’t muster any strength in my body.

No, to be precise, it wasn’t that I lacked strength. Rather, an immense power surged within me.

If I wanted to, I could easily blow away a bunch of first-year students and escape this place.

But… I had no desire to do so.

It felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket with an electric pad on a cold winter day.

Cozy and comfortable…

Where all pain becomes pleasure…

All insults become praise…

My own twisted paradise.

I couldn’t find a reason to struggle and escape from here.

Heh heh.

“…I’ll give you… what you wanted… look forward to it…”

Camilla’s voice faintly reached me through the muffled sounds of the beating.

What is she saying?

When I came to my senses, I was already being dragged away by the followers.

The kicking had stopped, but the rough handling continued.

We arrived at a bathroom.

A spacious and luxurious bathroom, exclusively for noble students.

And inside… there was a bathtub filled with water.

‘Ah…’

I sensed what was about to happen next.

And my premonition was correct.

“Throw her in!”

With Camilla’s command, the followers shoved me straight into the bathtub.

Splash-!

Ugh!

Cold water enveloped my body, and water poured into my nose and mouth at the same time.

I couldn’t breathe.

A sensation of my lungs about to burst.

I instinctively struggled, but the followers pressed my head down from above, preventing me from moving.

In the extreme pain as my vision blurred and consciousness faded, a strange pleasure resurfaced.

The suffocation of not being able to breathe.

The pressure of my lungs about to tear.

The cold water was numbing the senses throughout my body.

Splash-!

Ugh!

How much time had passed?

After being repeatedly plunged into and pulled out of the water, my mind gradually became hazy.

The boundary between pleasure and pain blurred, and the sensations in my body seemed to dull.

A faint thought crossed my mind that I might actually die like this.

But suddenly, the force pressing me down disappeared.

I gasped for breath and lifted my head out of the water.

Coughing and spitting out the water in my lungs, I was finally able to breathe properly.

I barely managed to open my eyes and look around.

Beyond my blurry vision, I saw Camilla’s followers approaching me with something in their hands.

The water blurred my vision, but I could easily recognize what they were holding.

Sharply gleaming daggers.

My heart began to beat again.

Pure anticipation and excitement.

A much more intense and thrilling stimulation, incomparable to the water torture from earlier, seemed to await me.

At that moment, Camilla’s voice reached my muffled ears.

I couldn’t hear properly because of the water filling my ears, but I could vaguely understand the content.

“…Are there enough potions? We mustn’t accidentally kill her.”

At Camilla’s words, I heard the voices of the followers approaching with the daggers.

Their voices were trembling, as if slightly frightened.

“Yes, yes! Lady Camilla! We brought enough potions! But… is it really… really okay to do this?”

Camilla seemed to flinch for a moment, but quickly hid her expression and said coldly.

“Think about what that bitch has done all this time! It’s her own fault. Just do as you’re told.”

Despite Camilla’s firm command, the followers still seemed hesitant.

They approached me with daggers in their trembling hands, glancing at each other.

Seeing them like that, I felt strangely sorry.

‘You can just think of me as a lump of meat and do it comfortably. Hehe.’

Of course, I only thought it in my head.

On the outside, I still pretended to be limp and powerless, soaked in water.

The followers began to unbutton my wet school uniform top with trembling hands.

The sensation of cold air touching my bare skin wasn’t bad.

While they undressed me, I held my breath, anticipating the stimulation that would follow.

But just as they had almost finished undressing me, one of the followers suddenly

Let out a “Hic!” and stepped back.

The other followers also looked at my lower abdomen and showed expressions of bewilderment.

“…Lady Camilla! It seems… it’s that time of the month? There’s blood…”

One of the followers reported to Camilla in a trembling voice.

Camilla wore a conflicted expression for a moment.

Even for a villain, doing this to a girl on her period might be a bit much?

But her hesitation didn’t last long.

Camilla soon returned to her cold expression and snapped.

“So what? This is what that bitch wanted herself! So don’t hesitate and continue!”

At Camilla’s urging, the followers reluctantly picked up the daggers again.

And… it finally began.

Scratch-

The sensation of the sharp tip of the dagger piercing the skin of my arm.

At first, it stung slightly, but soon, along with the vivid sensation of the flesh parting and the muscles being exposed, an intense pain, no, pleasure, surged.

“Hngh…!”

The problem was that these children weren’t professional torturers.

Their handling was clumsy, and they had no idea where or how to cut to maximize the pain without endangering my life.

The daggers haphazardly tore across my skin, sometimes cutting too deep, sometimes too shallow.

But… it was actually good.

The clumsy torturers didn’t know the boundaries.

They were simply following Camilla’s orders, cutting my body in fear.

Unexpected areas.

Unexpected depths of wounds.

That irregular and unpredictable pain led me to an even more intense and new world of pleasure.

“Heugh…”

Torn flesh.

Flowing blood.

And the ecstatic pleasure that covered it all.

I struggled to suppress the moans that were bursting out uncontrollably.

‘If it were someone else instead of me, they would have died several times over by now.’

Even if the potion prevented me from dying from excessive bleeding, it was a pain that would have sent an ordinary person into shock.

But I was fine.

No, I wasn’t just fine, I was at my best.

Because I could fully enjoy even this extreme pain that bordered on death.

At this moment, all the worries and anxieties of the world disappeared, and only pure pleasure existed.

Camilla, thank you so much, hehe.

Thanks to you…

…Drip.

‘Huh?’

It was at that very moment.

In my consciousness, which was lost in ecstasy at the peak of pleasure, I felt something suddenly ‘severing’.

It was a very faint but at the same time, a very clear sense of disconnection.

That connection that was engraved deep in my soul, that always sent a faint warmth.

The Decaymal Reverse that connected Master and me.

The warm warmth of Master flowing from that magic circle… disappeared in an instant.

As if a burning bonfire had suddenly gone out.

“……!”

The hot pleasure that had enveloped my body cooled down as if it were a lie.

‘Master?’

My mind went blank.

When I checked in front of the headmaster’s office earlier, she was definitely fine.

But why suddenly…?

“Why…?”

Before I knew it, an empty voice leaked out.

The cold and desperate reality that the connection with Master had been severed instantly quelled the wave of pleasure that had been dominating me.

My mind snapped back to reality.

And at the same time, I realized.

‘My condition right now… is strange.’

This won’t do.

I had to get out of this unpleasant and dangerous state right now.

‘I have to fix it.’

‘Where?’

…

…

…

I gathered a massive amount of Mana in my remaining right hand.

The magical power that had been running wild due to the pleasure was concentrated in my palm according to my will.

The surrounding followers and Camilla were still watching me, not yet grasping the situation.

And I…

Without hesitation, I swung that hand towards my head.

Thwack—!!!

With a terrible cracking sound, my vision went dark.

“Kyaaaaack!!!”

“Hic!”

“…Crazy…!”

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A room with a sacred yet somehow alien aura.

Decorated with pure white marble and golden patterns, unlike any architectural style in Terra, this place hinted at a scene that could only be seen in the heart of the Holy Theocracy.

In the center of the room was an exquisite and ornate throne, reserved only for the Pope.

But the one sitting on that throne now was not the Pope.

A being with dazzling golden hair flowing down like a waterfall and an extremely beautiful face that seemed to transcend human aesthetic standards.

There were huge pure white wings on her back, but strangely, one wing bore only a scar, as if someone had forcibly torn it off, creating a grotesque imbalance.

That being clearly had the appearance of what could be called an ‘angel’, but her eyes contained not holiness but an unfathomable abyss and cold calculation.

And next to her, the Pope, the pinnacle of the Holy Theocracy and a level 9 powerhouse, stood with his hands respectfully clasped and his head bowed.

“Oh?”

The angel sitting on the throne murmured softly.

She furrowed her brow slightly, as if something unexpected had happened.

“…It’s severed.”

The angel muttered, staring at the empty air.

“I guess this isn’t enough after all.”

Her voice was extremely beautiful, but it was a resonance that lacked any emotion.

The Pope, who was standing next to her, asked cautiously.

“Shall we… try again? This time, a little more…”

“No, it’s okay.”

The angel waved her hand to stop the Pope’s words.

“I’ve confirmed that this isn’t enough. Why would I want to touch that monster directly and see what happens?”

The Pope still looked uneasy.

“…But that person will definitely continue to interfere with our plans. Someday…”

“Then just let it happen.”

The angel said so casually.

“…Pardon?”

The Pope asked back in confusion.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

The angel turned her head slightly and looked at the Pope.

There was not a trace of emotion in her eyes.

“Give them what they want. Dealing with her won’t be us.”

The Pope could no longer object and simply closed his mouth.

The angel’s decision was absolute.

“Then…”

The angel slowly rose from the throne, as if satisfied, or as if it was time to move on to the next stage.

“I think the academy needs a new headmaster. Don’t you think?”

With those words, the angel turned to look at the Pope and grinned meaningfully.

She had a cunning and satisfied light, like a child who had found an interesting toy.

“Let’s prepare.”

The angel whispered softly.