Holy Kingdom – Interrogation (4)

“Rena-yang. Have you come to obey my words now?”

“…Ptui!”

-Smack.

The spit I hurled clung to the Pope’s cheek.

“What adorable defiance.”

-Swish.

But the Pope merely smiled faintly and wiped away the spit as if it were nothing.

What a vile bastard.

I may be twisted, but this Pope is utterly insane too.

Someday I’ll have to see that composure of his shatter.

“To still burn with willpower even after such torture. Truly remarkable.”

“If I just hold out until Jade arrives, it’s my victory. At least you won’t be able to manipulate the Hero as you please. That would be a fatal threat to your plans. If things continue like this, even your brainwashing of me will be exposed, won’t it?”

“Aha… So Rena-yang was trusting in the Hero and his abilities.”

-Whoosh!

The Pope tossed the artifact in his hand into the air before catching it lightly.

“But unfortunately, this artifact uses divine power. Even the Hero won’t notice anything amiss.”

“No. Jade will uncover the truth. Do you think Jade’s as stupid as you?”

“Hoho, how aggressive. Though I healed your broken body… It pains my heart to hear such words.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong.

The Pope had untied me from where I’d been hanging and roughly healed my wounds.

Thanks to that, while scars remained, most of the bleeding and injuries had closed.

The problem was…

“You ordered the interrogator to torture me. Have you no conscience? Now you’ve even stripped me naked – revealing your ugly lust.”

I now lay completely naked on the floor.

What happens to a captured woman after being stripped was painfully obvious.

“First, let me touch your head once more.”

-Vvvrrrm

The artifact in the Pope’s hand began glowing as it approached me.

“[You will now believe and obey everything I say.]”

“Ugh, no….”

At that moment, an irresistible temptation began flooding through me.

‘Hah, should I let it take me just once?’

I was desperately curious about the sensation of being brainwashed by the artifact.

A body moving against my will – how could that not be fascinating?

‘The safety measures should protect me anyway…’

Unable to resist, I finally released the protective magic blocking the artifact’s effect.

-Sluurp.

Immediately, the divine power flowing from the artifact began shaking my mind.

“M-my head… Kkhh, kkheuk! It hurts, kyaaahk!”

My vision swam.

My head throbbed.

I must obey the Pope’s words.

No. Why should I obey the Pope?

Because I must.

No.

Yes.

Thoughts tangled and my mind became chaos.

“St…stop… Kkhh… Kkh…”

Overcome by the pain, I found myself clutching my head and writhing on the floor.

Only after several minutes, when the eerie sensation faded, could I calm my body.

“Hahk… hahk…”

It felt as if my entire brain had been physically manipulated.

The Pope watched me with detached interest, having removed the artifact.

“Not a bad reaction. It seems Rena-yang is reaching her limit. Let’s test this once.”

-Sluurp.

The Pope suddenly lowered his pants, revealing what had been hidden – a pillar standing proudly toward the sky.

“Rena-yang shall now serve my dick.”

“…Are you insane? You think I’d do something like that?”

Even if the artifact had some effect, there’s no way I’d immediately perform such an act.

Moreover, I didn’t feel any particular physical changes yet.

Was the brainwashing effect weaker than expected?

“Rena-yang, your body seems more honest than your words.”

“Schlurp, schluup, schluuuup!”

“To be sucking my dick so deliciously like this.”

Huh…?

Only then did I feel the long, hard pillar filling my mouth.

“Mmmph… Schlurrp!”

Was I sucking the Pope’s dick right now?

Somehow, I was diligently servicing the Pope’s cock with vulgar noises.

Wh-why am I doing this?

“Schlurp- Huh?!”

Startled by the incomprehensible situation, I jerked back.

“Cough! Cough! Wh-when did I…?”

“Hoho, the suggestion has taken proper effect. While I don’t particularly enjoy sexual acts… this proved an excellent method to test your obedience.”

‘This… is no joke.’

To unknowingly suck the dick of someone I loathe.

The brainwashing delivered both terrifying fear and thrilling excitement.

I couldn’t properly recognize what I was doing.

I couldn’t tell whether my current thoughts were from the command or my own volition.

In this endless confusion, I gradually felt myself going mad.

“Th-this can’t go on….”

Feigning anxiety, I began biting my nails.

“Hoho, seems you’re frightened. Are you very scared?”

“…I need to escape from the Pope.”

Staggering, I began moving away from the Pope.

“Hmm… There’s nowhere to run.”

The Pope didn’t stop me, merely watching with amused interest.

The place I desperately moved toward was a brazier tucked in the corner.

-Clank.

I grabbed the branding iron inside the brazier.

This would be my final act of defiance, driven to the worst possible situation.

Though the outcome likely wouldn’t be favorable.

“If my fate is to become your puppet… I’d rather die with you.”

Brandishing the iron, I charged madly toward the Pope.

“How amusing.”

But the Pope merely watched without lifting a finger.

“Die!”

The tip of the branding iron surged toward the Pope.

The moment it reached the Pope’s throat-

-Thud.

“Ugh?!”

My body froze.

“Please… just a little more!”

One more centimeter and the iron would touch the Pope.

But I couldn’t move that short distance.

Every instinct in my body desperately prevented me from attacking him.

“Eek!”

Even grimacing and pushing with my other arm, the iron stopped dead before the Pope’s throat.

To control my body to this extent-

The effect of brainwashing through the artifact was astonishing.

“Don’t waste your strength. You cannot kill me. Did you think I wouldn’t prepare for this?”

“Ha, ha…”

-Clang, thud!

I weakly dropped the branding iron.

The Pope slowly walked behind me.

“And you should be careful. If I’d shown this scene to others, Rena-yang would truly be finished. Consider this my generous mercy.”

-Squelch.

“Hng….”

The Pope’s hand groped both my breasts.

“That said, the physical beauty you possess is truly exceptional. Your breasts aren’t saggy but firm, and generously sized.”

“Hah… I’m not your toy.”

My body gradually heated under the Pope’s touch.

But the Pope soon withdrew his hand and stepped back.

“This should suffice for now.”

‘He’s stopping here?’

This was rather disappointing.

Wasn’t he going to roughly handle me and have sex?

Unaware of my disappointment, the Pope dragged a chair and sat down, issuing the same command as before.

“You may serve me again.”

What followed was repetition.

Unaware, I was sucking the Pope’s dick like candy,

“Schlurp… Mmmph… Schlurrp!”

“Good.”

When my senses returned, I’d jerk away in panic.

“Cough! Hack! When did I… My head….”

Then I’d suck again, panic, and try to escape.

This cycle repeated endlessly.

If fully brainwashed, I’d have continued serving him, but with only partial effect, my mind intermittently returned.

The gaps in memory were a horrifying experience.

Not knowing what I’d done during those moments naturally bred terror.

Perhaps this is how sleepwalkers feel.

“Cough! Cough! Ugh….”

Gagging, I spat out the Cowper’s fluid in my mouth.

I wanted to swallow it, but that would seem strange, so I had no choice.

“Haa, haa… How long do you plan to keep this up?”

Trying to resist the commands had exhausted me to the brink of madness.

Though even when regaining awareness, seeing myself obeying meant it was already too late.

“Until I’m satisfied. I want you to see how ridiculous you look, Rena-yang. How desperately you struggle to escape this web.”

The Pope seemed to enjoy this situation.

This felt less about sexual gratification and more about deriving pleasure from toying with someone who’d opposed him.

“…You enjoy breaking someone and making them suck your filthy dick?”

“I enjoy conquering others. Both the Saintess and Rena-yang now kneel before me and suck my dick. The pleasure that comes then is irresistible.”

What?

Though I doubted my ears, the Pope clearly stated he’d done the same to the Saintess.

“Th-the Saintess? You dare do this to her too?!”

“Hoho, the Saintess offered these actions willingly to please me. She adores me deeply.”

Huh…

To make Saint Veronica perform fellatio…

Her memory loss and pure state must’ve made the artifact’s effect certain.

A Pope molesting the Saintess – a war hero no less.

He was truly insane.

…Though honestly, I felt a bit jealous too.

I desperately wondered what physical communion with Veronica would feel like.

I wanted to make her scream in pleasure.

Then have her fuck me in return.

Once this is over, I’ll get to enjoy myself with Veronica like Annie, right?

‘Is he just going to keep doing this?’

This back-and-forth with fellatio was getting tiresome.

Maybe I should just let the hypnosis take me completely at this point.

Could it be the Pope lacks confidence in sex?

Otherwise, there’s no way he’d strip someone as beautiful as me and not fuck me.

“Let me ask one thing. Why this obsession with fellatio? I’m getting sick of this situation.”

“Hoho, didn’t I tell you? I prefer conquering over tedious sex. You should see how beautiful Rena-yang looks sucking my dick while broken.”

The Pope trembled slightly, clearly aroused just by the thought.

‘Had he been born in the Empire, he’d have started a war of conquest already.’

It’s fortunate he became Pope in the Holy Kingdom.

Still, avoiding sex to this extent…

There was clearly something holding him back.

This might be the Pope’s weakness.

Since things had come this far, I decided to mock him thoroughly.

“Pfft. Going on about conquest. An old man like you probably can’t even fuck properly, so you settle for this. Maybe you’re too exhausted after one round?”

“Hohoho.”

-Creak.

The Pope suddenly rose from his chair and began stretching.

Then grabbed my hair.

“Ugh!”

“Rena-yang, I’m starting to suspect you enjoy punishment. You’ve been provoking me constantly. Have you considered the consequences?”

Seems my earlier taunt really hit a nerve.

The Pope’s discomfort was palpable.

Who knew the ever-rational Pope could react like this?

As expected, attacking a man’s sexual prowess works wonders.

Time to provoke him further.

“Consequences? What could a man who can’t act like a man possibly do? Going to rely on your artifact again?”

I slapped the Pope’s dick.

“With a dick like this, no wonder you can’t fuck.”

“Very well. If you insist, I’ll show you.”

The Pope slammed me onto the floor.

“Kkh!”

My buttocks ached from hitting the hard surface.

But inwardly, I cheered.

‘Yes!’

Finally, proper sex after so long.

The interrogator’s torture earlier wasn’t bad, but it couldn’t match sexual pleasure.

I’ll have to think about how to mock his pathetic performance afterward.