episode_0141

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“Tch.”

A glob of spit, slightly mixed with phlegm, greets Erina before any greeting. It’s not the succubus she first met, but definitely a demon. She has a mountain of questions, and having left her for a month, she decides to proceed as is.

This facility is rather ambiguous to call a prison. Optimistically, it’s a multi-purpose room; pessimistically, it’s a junk room. There aren’t even handcuffs for confinement; she’s only loosely bound. At a glance, it looks like someone with a little strength could easily escape. It seems some magic Erina doesn’t understand, or something else, is at work.

“Long time no see.”

“Scram.”

Hanna shrinks behind Erina at the blatant hostility.

“I didn’t intend to leave you….”

“Humph. Kill me.”

“Oh my, my. What harsh words.”

“Harsh? Nonsense. Isn’t that what you damn priests do? Irresponsibly murdering us.”

Erina is slightly taken aback by the unexpected reaction.

“That may have been the case in the past, but now there are practically no demons. You appeared suddenly.”

“No matter the era, foolishness never changes. Fine. Leave that toy and get lost.”

“Toy…? Surely. What nonsense are you spouting about Hanna-ssi?”

She’s not someone who will readily retreat before a trespassing invader. She’s kind and warm, but not a pushover. Moreover, insulting someone close to her is not something she can simply overlook.

“I don’t like this, I don’t like that. Why did you come?”

“Don’t dictate the narrative. You’re the one who’s captured. Recognize your position.”

Erina strides forward, right in front of the bound demon’s face. She raises her hand to the sneering succubus. A clear sound resounds in the small basement.

Slap.

The first slap lands sharply on her cheek.

“Gasp…!”

Startled, Hanna covers her mouth with both hands, eyes wide with surprise. Reflexively, she grabs Erina’s arm to stop her.

In the instantly frozen air, Erina only reflects on the first slap.

“…This hurts more than I thought.”

It’s quite different from when she hit her bottom, she realizes.

It was an action she would never normally take, a coincidental byproduct of fatigue and stress.

“Ugh. Kkk. Right. A slap. That’s good too.”

“Answer my question. Why are you able to break the contract?”

The contract, the one she made with the first succubus—that neither party could harm the other until she collected all the statues.

“Well? I kinda get what you’re saying. But that contract is full of loopholes, nobody uses it. You got scammed!”

“I know that much. That’s why I could slap you like this.”

“No. That itself means you were scammed. No, before that, what were the contract terms? Can you guarantee that those conditions weren’t met?”

“…….That’s….”

Though she hadn’t thought about it, the answer comes to her. She remembers negotiating with the head priest of the Freed Church a month ago. The outcome was still undecided, but if it was already decided, the condition of possessing all the statues would be fulfilled. But there’s one problem with that assumption.

“….Who makes that determination of completion?”

“Who cares? More than that, I have something I want to ask.”

“Do you think you’re in a position to ask? Really?”

Erina fiercely grabs the demon’s breast, intending to pull it. The barely-there clothing covering her nipple is ripped away.

“Ahh♡ Good♡”

“……E, Erina. Let’s hear your story…? Ah, that is, I’m not saying you have to answer….”

“That’s that, and this is this.”

Erina uses body modification magic. Originally, she would have plumped her up for easier mating, but this time it’s the opposite.

She shrinks the soft breasts she was just holding to an unreachable size. This is easily possible because her skill level has skyrocketed. With a little more improvement, she’ll be able to use it on a dragon.

“Wh, what?!?!? W, wait??? T, this is cheating!!”

She protests with a reaction many times greater than her slap, but with her hands bound to the wall, she can only thrash around in front of Erina’s face.

“G, g, give it back!!! My, my breasts!!”

“Oh my. You’re finally showing a proper reaction.”

Seeing her breasts instantly reduced, Hanna touches her own chest as if checking for safety.

Succubi originally developed efficient bodies to drain vitality; naturally, their exquisite physique became their pride. While women generally take pride in their bodies, their self-esteem is multiplied several times. Breasts as large as Erina’s were considered more like an object of mockery.

In short, Erina’s modification is an act of destroying their pride and honor at once.

“In exchange, I’ll allow you to ask a question. What would you like to know?”

“K, kill me… I’d rather be killed…!”

“Think carefully. Will only your breasts disappear…?”

It’s a threat that even Hanna finds chilling. As someone who has always taken pride in her naturally wide hips, such punishment may leave her incapable of giving, or receiving, love.

In the chilling atmosphere, Erina adds.

“It’s not a threat. I’m merely saying it’s better to accept favors graciously.”

The succubus is silent for a moment.

“How did you seal my powers?”

“You want to be killed, yet you’re curious about that? Oh, I guess I’ve become a bit sharp-tongued. Sorry, Hanna-ssi.”

“N, no. I, I’m fine.”

It was a question Erina also had. But she vaguely dismissed it, attributing it to some magic or other factors, and the church’s unique properties.

When a question comes, an answer unconsciously reveals itself. It’s a strange phenomenon where her brain follows up with reasoning after the fact.

The answer, even for Erina, was slightly embarrassing.

“……It’s because of my semen.”

Of course, the answer isn’t complete, so she doesn’t know the full reason.

“What……?”

The first succubus also calmed down the moment she ingested his semen.

In fact, another answer lay deeper. The skill, “Magic Resistance,” created to combat that succubus spread throughout the church’s parishioners. The method of spread was obviously through vaginal sex. And since they couldn’t store all that semen in their uteruses, the excess fluid enhanced the effect of the church’s protection from magic. The combination of these two effects created a perfect prison for the demons.

“My turn.”

Erina quietly and delicately strokes down the succubus’s hips.

“…….”

“For the pranks you played on Hanna-ssi and a few others, I need an apology.”

“You don’t look like you’ll just take my words for it.”

“Right. …Hanna-ssi. Use me as much as you need to vent your anger.”

Erina pulls Hanna out from behind her. Her fear is still evident.

“It’s okay. I’ll be right here. If anything happens, I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”

“Y, yes….”

The memory is vaguely present in Hanna’s mind; the hostility isn’t strong. However, the trauma of being assaulted permeates her entire body, sending shivers down her spine. She is afraid even to look at her. Fear, and a strange, very strange, tantalizing sensation stirs in her lower abdomen.

Less vicious than Erina, Hanna hesitates. Approaching a murderous target requires considerable courage.

Erina watches from behind. And she has a large penis that, if she misses out on now, she may never experience again. Even now, she barely manages to get a reservation. While sex with others is enjoyable, it doesn’t completely satisfy her.

If she fails to meet Erina’s expectations, she will never again receive such favor. That fear overcomes her fear of facing the succubus.

“Um, c, could I… get something?”

“……Ah! I heard about that from Aries-ssi. Are you going to use it? Hu hu hu hu♡”

“Y, yes… that.”

“But using that… could it actually backfire?”

It’s not something she’d openly take out, but she needs it now. She judged that facing her with only her body was impossible. She has no magical ability, and as a person from another world, she has no magical or physical means of defense.

“D, don’t worry. I, I made a t, torture mode j, just in case….”

“W, w, wait a minute. I don’t know what insane words I just heard??!? Aren’t you a priest??!?”

“I am. Well, it’s called torture mode. It’s different depending on the person, isn’t it??”

Hanna nods quietly.

“I’ll, I’ll be right back.”

Hanna quickly dashes to her room. Despite climbing four flights of stairs up and down, her anticipation outweighs her fatigue.

She returns with her own invention.

“Wh, what is that??”

“An automatic dildo…?”

It is fairly large, modeled after Erina’s size, an eco-friendly device that utilizes atmospheric magic.

“Wh, what is that?!”

“F, feel it….”

The large automatic dildo is surprisingly light for its size. The tender expression doesn’t match her armament, and the succubus can’t help but be stunned.

“I, I don’t want it!!!!!!!!!”