Meat (2)

The sprouted flesh transformed into a complete arm in about a minute. The bubbling and sprouting was a bit gruesome, but strictly speaking, it wasn’t regeneration, but rather assembly based on Mana.

“What a cheat-code-level skill I have.”

Whatever the case, it’s a truly absurd skill. Hajin moved the newly created arm around and grabbed the syringe.

“I’ll take this too.”

And the freshly cut arm as well.

“Are you going to take it as is?”

“I need to wrap it up. Do you have something like aluminum foil?”

Hajin wanted to preserve even the blood if possible. Apparently, the bear cubs would like it. I guess it’s going to be butchered on the spot anyway… but he can’t just ask them to eat him right away, so he’s taking a sample. But there’s another problem.

“You know what it means to carry a human arm around in Astra, right?”

Sometimes sorcerers or monsters invade, targeting students. It doesn’t happen often, and they’re killed as soon as they’re discovered, but that doesn’t mean there’s no damage. Rarely, students are harmed.

“Or you could be mistaken for a Demon.”

Even if he somehow feeds them the arm and gets butchered, what will he do with the regrown arm? As far as I know, there’s no healing magic at the level of reconstruction. It’s the same anywhere in this world. Reconstruction is a realm impossible without a high-ranking priest.

“They’re tight-lipped, so it’s okay. They’re a race that values faith more than their lives.”

“Then it’s okay, but…”

The past me, analyzed with big data, didn’t think about countermeasures. Even if I said that, I probably didn’t think deeply about it. Like, ‘Surely I won’t be mistaken for a Demon?’ That’s the level I was at. I know because that’s how I was.

“Yeah, this won’t work.”

“Ah, come on. Why not? Don’t you like this kind of thing?”

“If you’re suspected of being a Demon, Aileen-yang could be in danger. Like being branded as an accomplice.”

“Isn’t that too far-fetched-ha. Okay. Then can I at least have the drug? Can I put in just a little of that blue grass, huh?”

Hajin grumbled and asked. Why are you allowed but I’m not? A voice mixed with resentment and annoyance. Judging by his gloomy face, he seemed quite desperate.

‘How cute.’

I had no intention of pulling a ‘do as I say, not as I do.’

“Instead.”

Hajin’s lips curved upward.

He smiled brightly, as if he knew it all along.

“Now you’re talking. Okay, instead of what?”

“We’re creating a backstory.”

If we’re going to act, we both have talent, don’t we?

“Backstory?”

“Don’t act like it’s new. We’re just doing what we’ve been doing.”

A play that pursues reality.

“But will that work? It seems like we’ll be suspected no matter what we do.”

Hajin said with a reluctant face. Suspicion is unavoidable as long as we openly use reconstruction. That’s true, but that’s only the case when there’s no trust.

“We have relationships built up so far, right? A submissive bitch sex slave, a convenient disposable onahole, a semen toilet that can be cummed in at any time, and…”

“…Do you really have to say it?”

“The point is, you don’t have to do anything.”

Because there’s trust built up.

“I don’t have to do anything?”

Hajin’s eyes narrowed. He must have understood what I meant. Hajin asked in a doubtful voice.

“Are you going too?”

I smiled and replied.

“Do you know the Theology Department?”

There are three types of departments in Astra. There are several branches in the lower system, but when grouped into overall categories, they are classified into the following three.

Swordsmanship Department, Magic Department, Theology Department.

Among them, the Theology Department is linked to the Holy See to train clergy. The difference from Lushellini’s seminary is that students who graduate from here can also go on to become Paladins and Imperial Knights. It can be seen as a higher-level institution.

“Why those bald monks?”

The problem is that it’s so incredibly boring that the number of applicants is dwindling. Half of the students are selected from training institutions, so that says it all. The department branch is also isolated, giving it a lonely feeling.

But that’s why it was easier to use.

• Ttak!

I snap my fingers and my clothes catch fire. Hwareureuk! The fabric that flared up once began to change into a different color in the flames.

“I’m going to become a bald monk.”

It transforms into a pure white nun’s habit. Red hair sticks out long from under the white veil, and the light yellow silk that runs down from the nape of the neck intersects with the waist trim to form a cross shape.

It was clearly a chaste outfit that didn’t show the chest or thighs, and even revealed only the front part of the hair, but thanks to the voluminous chest and hips, it clung tightly, creating a depraved beauty.

“From now on, I’m a corrupt, trashy priest who’s been bought off with money. You’re a perverted masochistic woman who bought me off. Got it?”

There’s almost no chance of meeting Theology Department students. Because they’re holed up in their rooms and the temple, just praying. You only meet them when they occasionally come out for volunteer work, or if you visit the student treatment room.

“Okay. Euuueum…”

Hajin nodded and fell into thought.

“Cleaning the dirty dormitory, offering her pussy at any time, and now even spending money to volunteer…”

“Is there a problem?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one getting paid? Why do I have to spend it?”

Hajin tilted his head.

I asked nonchalantly.

“You don’t like it?”

“No, I love it. It’s the best. Hee…”

The thought of pursuing pleasure even by spending money added to the misery. Hajin continued his delusions, wondering if he should bang his head and ask to be eaten.

“Even if we pretend in the morning, we’ll attract attention, so we’ll go at night. Hajin. Can you hand me the green drug on the shelf?”

What did he mix in to make it green? It’s even bubbling. I picked up the syringe that looked dangerous at first glance and handed it to Hajin.

“No, don’t give it to me. Can you put it here?”

“Jugular vein?”

“Uuung, hehe… I often make mistakes if I try to do it myself.”

The way he smiled creepily made him look like a real drug addict. Anyway, I don’t intend to stop him as long as he’s having fun. He’s not harming anyone else, he’s not recommending it to others, and the side effects… exist, but I can cleanly reconstruct them.

• Jjuuuueuk…

“Ah, oh, it’s coming…”

He injects it accurately without a single error. Hajin opened his eyes wide and trembled.

“Ah, hik, heut, th-this, is, gooood.”

As soon as the drug took effect, Vaginal Fluid dripped down. Hajin, who had pulled out the syringe, sat down and breathed roughly. The dilated pupils quickly became blurred. Saliva dripped from the corners of his raised lips.

• Jjigeok, jjigeok…

And he started masturbating unconsciously. He reliably poked his pussy even while twitching his waist spasmodically and pissing himself. The way he opened his eyes wide and mouthed words looked quite dangerous. With his naked body and the dotted lines, he looked like a sow that had been anesthetized just before slaughter.

• Kkieeik, kung.

Anyway.

I quietly closed the door and left the room. Then I saw Aileen-yang, who was summoning spirits at her fingertips and talking to them.

“Ah, Mom! You took a little longer than I expected?”

“I have something to do tonight.”

“…Your clothes have changed too? It suits you! More than that, do you have something to do at the Theology Department?”

I shook my head and said.

“Don’t open that room until tonight. I’ll open it when the time comes. It’s okay to open it… but you won’t see anything good.”

• Keungkeung.

The sour smell of drugs and the sweet smell of Vaginal Fluid leaked from inside the room. Aileen-yang, who roughly understood what was going on, just sniffed silently.

It wasn’t until the sun went down and the moonlight soaked the earth that I took action.

“Chuueooo… Can’t you hug me…?”

Hajin shivered. It seemed a little cold to wear his usual revealing volunteer clothes. I put a brown robe on Hajin and walked again.

“Thank you… Hee…”

As you can see, the drug’s effects remain. I didn’t deliberately undo them. It was better to be drugged to create a dramatic situation.

“When do we get there…?”

“Soon. It’s almost here.”

“Uuung. Hehit… I’m excited…”

As I walked, repeating the prepared lines, I soon saw the North Dormitory. The lights were still on. It seemed like they were focusing on training even at this late hour. It’s not surprising, since those who can handle Aura only need to sleep for 3 hours a day.

We advanced to the center.

Candy wrappers and dust were piled up haphazardly. Since Hajin cleaned every day, no one cared. It was said that ambushing and raping Hajin while he was cleaning was quite a delicacy. There were even guys who deliberately piled up trash for that purpose.

―Hey. It’s a human.

―The only human who would come at this hour… is that bitch.

―She’s a little late today. We need to teach her a lesson.

As we passed the training ground, the Iron Bear Tribe members loitered around.

―…But there are two of them?

―Who’s that?

The bear’s eyes stared at us. Hajin blushed and let out a hot breath. His heart was full of wanting to be raped right away.

But they couldn’t easily approach because of my presence. Normally, Hajin would lick up the Semen even if they dumped it anywhere on the street, but the guy next to him wasn’t just any human, but a student from the Theology Department.

―Have we been caught?

―Damn it. Should we run now?

The Iron Bear Tribe students chattered with anxious faces, wondering if they had been caught.

That’s when it happened.

“Well, everyone.”

I said to the bears loitering around with a benevolent voice.

“This person here says they have something to say to you.”

Holding a cloth with golden paper drawn on it in my hand, I made a reverent expression.

―Something to say?

―Let’s go for now. It doesn’t seem like the thing we were worried about.