To the Theocracy (6)

―Deolkeok! Shuriel deliberately opened the carriage door roughly, as if for someone to hear. I was nervous. He stepped weakly on the railing, indulging in his sadistic mischief. I rebuked him, glancing around at our surroundings.

“Doryeon-nim, you should consider your lack of luck with women a blessing. If you treated other women like this…”

“Hmm. If I did?”

“…You would have been torn apart and killed by my hands. Noble or whatever.”

“That’s so scary, it makes my body tremble.”

“This is truly a grave matter. Shall I bring you some medicine?”

Shuriel chuckled at my appearance. What if strange rumors spread because of this? The fact that he could violate me and beat me to a pulp whenever he wanted only applied when we were alone; it didn’t mean he could do it even in a place filled with the gazes of others. Of course, even if he did, I wouldn’t stop him.

I adjusted my clothes and prepared to get off. The clothes I had secretly reconstructed, thanks to Kalberd, were the wrong size because my belly was swollen. The skirt was slightly raised and shortened, and the top barely covered my lower abdomen. If I twisted my body or sat down without thinking, my underwear or navel would be exposed.

Actually, I didn’t care about any of that. The problem was the iron chain around my neck. A large, clunky metal collar. It rattled loudly with every movement.

I couldn’t just hide somewhere either. The restraint tightened around my neck the further I moved away from the connected chain. And Shuriel was holding that chain. If he moved, I had to move with him.

“I hear the chickens here are dangerous, but their taste is superb. Would you like to try some? The soldier I brought knows how to cook. It wouldn’t be bad as a palate cleanser.”

Shuriel, holding my hand, escorted me more carefully than usual. He took my soft hand for one step, sharing our weight for two light steps. It was a textbook escort filled with grace, but the iron chain in his hand ruined everything.

Dalgeurak! The iron chain made a loud noise as it hit the ground. I closed my eyes tightly and got out of the carriage.

“…….”

“…Heu, heum.”

Gazes poured down on us. The coachmen who had been smoking early in the morning couldn’t take their eyes off this scandalous sight, and the soldiers stopped swinging their swords and stared at us with their mouths open. Haa. Looking closely, there was even the guy who had changed the sheets before among the soldiers.

I wanted to get far away from here, but Shuriel wouldn’t allow it. He pulled the chain, bringing me close to him.

“Where are you going?”

“Eugeut….”

Quickly. I needed to get the semen out. I needed to move before the semen flowed between my underwear. Shuriel led me towards the soldiers. When I didn’t follow his steps, the collar tightened without fail, blocking my air passage.

“Hey.”

“We behold the sword of Ruchellini!”

The soldier who was addressed saluted. He glanced at me and stiffened. Shuriel waved his hand and continued.

“You know how to cook?”

“Yes? Ah, yes! I’ve worked as a cook before!”

“If you have some skill, you can catch a chicken and grill it, right?”

Shuriel ordered him to catch a chicken and grill it while he was tidying up the surroundings. Then he whispered, “-This is for you, Yujin.” I didn’t respond to the obvious intention of his whisper and just pouted my lips.

The soldiers who received the order bowed lightly, drew their swords, and began to chop off the chickens’ necks. It was a bit strange that they were hunting so well even though it was still dark.

Shuriel and I sat near the bonfire, watching the soldiers hunting from a distance. The soldiers wiped their swords with water as soon as they chopped off the chickens’ necks, probably to prevent corrosion. Other than that, the chickens were just chickens. Just a bit bigger. They were just big chickens, except that their combs were purple and their claws were grotesquely split.

More importantly, I wasn’t sitting on the ground or a rock, but on Shuriel’s lap. He had me sit on his lap, just like he had in the carriage. I sighed and said,

“The semen that hasn’t been extracted may flow out and stain your pants. Please put me down.”

“When have I ever cared about such things? And there should be some entertainment along the way, shouldn’t there?”

“This is entertainment-, …Never mind.”

Since I was the one who always raised the white flag in the end, I decided to just shut my mouth.

Shuriel rested his chin on the top of my head and closed his eyes. I was embarrassed because, aside from being held in his arms, semen kept flowing out between my underwear. A whitish liquid flowed down my thighs. He rubbed his chin against my hair for a few minutes and then asked quietly,

“Yujin. Do you know about magical energy?”

Magical energy (魔氣). The Mana emitted by the Demon race. Their very existence taints the surrounding Mana as their own. If the air feels a bit stuffy and heavy, you should check if there are demons nearby. If you stay there for too long, you might be consumed by the magical energy. I nodded and replied,

“…I know.”

“Then what about a human becoming a Demon?”

I couldn’t hear Shuriel’s breath as he said those words. For a moment. I listened intently to the short but definite silence I felt.

It was quiet. I could hear the sound of the bonfire burning, the sound of a few insects gnawing at the stones, and the screams of the chickens being beheaded in the distance. I erased all the desolation of the stone field from my ears and raised my head. His eyes, which I looked up at, were indifferent. There were no other emotions in his eyes that shone even in the dark night.

Seeing those emotionless eyes, Hairak’s words came to mind. That I was clearly worsening Shuriel’s condition. But becoming a Demon wasn’t easy. At least, that’s what I knew. If everyone who was exposed to magical energy became a Demon, this world would be overflowing with Demons.

Shuriel accepted his desires. He sublimated them entirely as his own without resisting. The remaining magical energy could be discharged through me. The more he relieved his desires, the less magical energy there would be. I was alleviating it, not worsening it. I didn’t understand and asked Shuriel,

“You speak as if you’re about to become a Demon. Even if you were stuck in the Labyrinth for nearly a month, it couldn’t have been that much magical energy.”

After I caused the explosion and fainted. Could he have been subjected to something when he was alone with the Demon? When I asked, Shuriel shook his head in denial.

“I wasn’t subjected to anything. As you said, most of the accumulated magical energy has been resolved. But.”

Shuriel twisted the iron chain in his hand and laughed hollowly.

“There must be a desire that I couldn’t shake off. That one small bit of magical energy is digging into my heart like a seed, sprouting.”

“….”

“I won’t bother to say why. I’ll be able to say it when the time comes.”

Shuriel, having finished speaking, took out a mechanical device from his pocket. It was the magical energy purifier that Hairak had given him. He rolled the artifact around on his palm and then threw it far away.

Pajik! The artifact collided with the ground, creating a small spark and breaking down. I stared blankly at the artifact that had become a useless piece of metal, and then quickly came to my senses. Shuriel stroked my head gently and smiled.

“Using something like that wouldn’t solve it. It’s already dug into my heart.”

“I-.”

“Well, don’t worry about things like this. It’s common for someone like me, an Executor.”

Executor. Those who become the swords of humanity to punish evil. As much as they harbor such a great cause, the danger is self-evident. The power of Demons is unpredictable and beyond imagination. It’s nearly impossible to deal with such things perfectly. Perhaps that’s why his face looked somewhat detached. The face of someone who has become accustomed to danger. Shuriel lifted me up and sat me down next to him.

“As you said, the reason I have no luck with women is obvious, isn’t it? No woman would live with the anxiety of not knowing when she’ll become a widow.”

Even if the other party is a noble.

“…The soldiers are returning. Well then, I should taste it.”

Having finished speaking, he turned his eyes to the immediate pleasure. I silently stayed by his side, seeing that eye turn as if it were an evasion for some reason.

The dish the soldier made was chicken skewers. Simple skewers seasoned only with salt. Judging by the size, I thought it would be tough, but it was incredibly tender. It was very delicious even though it was only seasoned with salt without any special seasoning.

It would have been twice as delicious if I didn’t have an iron chain around my neck.

I decided to ignore the soldiers’ gazes. The semen smeared between my legs, my swollen belly, and the metal chain around my neck. It was the appearance of a pregnant sex slave no matter how you looked at it, but they seemed to accept it since I was acting as if it were nothing. They couldn’t object since I was okay with it.

“Thank you. Could I have one more?”

“Uh… um. Yes, yes?”

“I asked if I could have one more.”

“…Ah, I understand.”

I didn’t necessarily have to eat it, but once I started putting it in my mouth, I couldn’t stop. Was it because I was pregnant? I usually ate little, but it went down well. Shuriel had already eaten two when I had already eaten three.

Increased appetite. The soldier had to catch another chicken because he was running out of ingredients. Shuriel refused, saying he was full, but I, who could have eaten more, finished all that large amount by myself.

“Hueu… delicious. Thank you.”

“….”

I, who had eaten seven skewers by myself, offered my thanks. The soldier, whose face was red, bowed his head and hurriedly turned around. His fellow soldiers gathered around him. I listened closely and heard them exchanging lewd remarks close to sexual harassment, saying things like how the semen was between my underwear and what about the collar.

I turned my head and looked at Shuriel. He seemed to be meditating with his eyes closed. I’m glad he couldn’t hear it. If he had, their necks would have been cut off for sure.

“Heueut….”

I decided to extract the semen here. I took off my underwear and put it next to me. The underwear, sticky with vaginal fluid and semen, slowly dried in the light of the bonfire. Of course, the soldiers’ gazes were focused on me, but I ignored them cleanly since I was already used to it. Would I care if they masturbated while looking at me?

I pressed down on my belly to extract the semen. But I couldn’t put enough force into it with my small hands. Semen came out, but only in small amounts.

“Haeueuk….”

I scratched the inside with my fingers and pressed down on my belly with both hands, but the size of the barrier didn’t seem to decrease. There was no difference except that my body was more flushed than before and vaginal fluid had pooled on the ground as a result.

I was conscious of the soldiers’ gazes. They were watching me with the intent to gouge out my eyes and bury them. I was trying my best not to get caught, but they just looked like dogs in heat to me.

I couldn’t extract the semen and my body was just flushed, so I shook Shuriel and woke him up from his meditation. He opened his eyes. He saw the underwear I had taken off, the pooled vaginal fluid, and my reddened face, and chuckled.

“Shuriel? Eueum. Th, that’s. Can you help me?”

“With what?”

“Th, the semen isn’t coming out well….”

He was smiling slyly even though he had induced this whole situation. I hated myself for playing along even though I knew. But, I couldn’t hate him because it was true that I was getting excited. This play of being exposed to others with a brand of ownership stamped on me was incredibly embarrassing inside, even though it looked fine on the outside. My heart was pounding.

Haa… I’m really falling into the abyss. I’m scared because my tastes seem to be getting more and more depraved.