A Mercenary Who Gets Eaten in a Pure Love Game 90

Chapter 90 – Prostitution

Crying.

Blood gushed out of Ed’s mouth.
However, since he had already lost consciousness, some flowed into his airways.

He was dying

After about ten minutes passed like this, he would die.

[Node.Jsdg1] Realized that too.

‘…….’

Then, my newly awakened feelings collided with my sense of purpose that I had to debug.

He didn’t understand those feelings yet.

So, I wanted to know more.

… As a result, it was sexual desire that was prioritized.

Swoop.

She crouched down to observe Ed, then stood up from her seat.
He doesn’t even know how to treat humans.
However, this place is lined with artifacts that Balladur has collected over the years.

[Ring of Mykedon]

[Malephic Toe]

[Jewel of Chaos]

Just by turning her head, the names of countless artifacts came to mind.
I pushed out unnecessary information and looked at things related to healing and regeneration.

[Elixir of Regeneration]

‘Discovery.’

As she came over to play with her foot, she picked it up.

How to use it was simple.

Because all I had to do was feed it.

‘…….’

The sense of purpose for debugging, the original purpose, gradually faded.

Now I only feel ‘curiosity’ in the emotion of ‘sexual desire’.

Putting the Elixir of Regeneration into her mouth, she kissed Ed.

‘…….’

A green aura covered Ed’s body.

* * *

The moment she checked the tombstone with Lete’s name in Korean, three assumptions came to her mind.

First, first.

‘That Yurgen is a possessor like me.’

This assumption had no value.
For her, it didn’t matter if Yurgon possessed or not, she didn’t like it at all.

Second.

‘… Changmuk.’

That Yurgon is Kim Chang-mook.
This assumption was even worse.
But if this assumption is true, what should she do herself?

Of course, she didn’t just like Kim Chang-mook’s external factors, she liked everything about him.

“Ha…….”

So she was even more frustrated.
If it was Kim Chang-muk who hated Yurgon so much.
Because he would be so confused.

Finally, the worst assumption.

It was assumed that Changmuk was possessed by Lette.

‘… It can’t be.’

Maybe the name engraved on the tombstone reminded him of his usual language… It was a home that came to mind in such a delusion.
It was a thought that came about because Osiel hadn’t been able to sleep lately.

“I, uh….”

At that time, a little girl who sneaked up on the structure of Lethe’s house spoke to Osiel, sticking out only half of her upper body.
No longer wanting to pretend to be a saint, she frowned slightly.
Blame her own anguish for being disturbed.

“Sorry, sorry… That, uh, my mother is sick. Ho, by any chance….”

Is it a request to heal her mother?
I don’t know if you know that there are overflowing nobles who give all of her property to receive her saint’s treatment.

“Ha… Guide me.”

“Stop, saintess! Go, thank you!”

No matter how much I sat there thinking about it, the answer didn’t come out anyway.
To cool her head too, Osiel followed her little boy.

“Well, that, but why… ?”

The kid looked back at Osiel and carefully removed her rhyme.

“It was because there was something I wanted to know personally.”

“Ah… It’s Lethe’s sister’s house there. She was a very good older sister-“

“Do you know Lethe?”

Oh Ciel asked, feeling a chill in her heart.
Except for Rick, most of the villagers either forgot about Lethe or didn’t pay much attention to it.
She wasn’t trying to hide it on purpose.

“Sure. She sometimes made me sandwiches when I went out to play.”

“Sandwich? More than that, how did Lethe die – no, do you know about the inscription on her tombstone? Whoever wrote it.”

Ociel seems to be digging through terrible memories of a child who must have been close to Lethe, so she stopped talking about her death halfway through.

“A tombstone? Was it the letter that was engraved there? I thought she was a painting….”

She sighed inwardly.

I’m still a kid, but a few years ago I must have been a snuffer.
She had a hunch that there wasn’t much information she could get from such a child.

“Ah… That, that… !”

As her Osiel’s expression darkened, her little boy stuttered at her, worrying in vain that she would not heal his mother.
The child muttered for a moment, then parted her lips.

“Eh, Ed hyung! I was a little stupid, but he made a tombstone!”

“Ed?”

Who else is that?
She felt that something was very different from the original.

“I don’t know? I was close friends with Lethe noona….”

“You said Lethe had other friends besides Yurgon?”

When Ociel wondered at the story she had never heard of before.
The child in front of her noticed that her face had gone pale.

“Why?”

“Ah… That, ah….”

Osiel pushed her frustration away and she recalled her own words.

Urgon.
Her little boy’s demeanor changed when his name was mentioned.

“Is this where her mother is?”

She brought up the story of her mother, not lashing out at her kid.
I couldn’t do anything, but I couldn’t help it.

‘… I’ll treat you anyway.’

Even if she didn’t talk, he was going to treat her.
Shin Hye-ji, if I had to argue, she was close to a good person.
Still, if possible, she wanted to tell me.

Every word of her little boy was valuable information to her.

“Yu, that….”

“Speak slowly.”

“… Jurgen killed Lethe’s sister.”

Osiel’s body froze at the revelation that sprang from her terrified kid’s mouth.

* * *

Consciousness slowly returning.
Ed noticed the terrible pain fading away.

‘I lived.’

He had already been disembodied in his recollection chamber, so he realized that he was not dead yet.
When I forcefully open my eyes with my eyelids quivering, what I see is,

‘… ?’

It was a small pink crack.
Clean with a sweet scent….

“Pooh… ! Mr. Fuck!”

Ed, realizing what it was, turned his head to the side in amazement.
Because the angel was doing a bobim on his face.

“You, what the fuck, what, what!?”

Then the cunt moved away from his face.
At Ed’s reaction, the angel stood up and tilted his head.

It was difficult even for her to define her.

“Debugging programs. Node…….”

Ed didn’t bother to listen to the words that followed.

“What? Rubbing my pussy on my face is called debugging?”

Nord shook his head as he snapped as if he was talking nonsense.

“Curiosity, pleasure, sexuality come first. Debugging comes after that.”

“What bullshit?”

He had a hard time understanding the situation.
Who can understand a situation where a being who tried to kill himself is rubbing his pussy against his face.

Ed raised his throbbing arm and brushed it across his face.

‘Fuck, it’s all wet.’

His face was damp.
He didn’t feel particularly ashamed, but Ed had no intention of engaging in sexual activity with his presence.
Perhaps because of his life and death, he suppressed his desire even though he had an unruly erection.

‘I don’t know what debugging is….’

Seeing him pierce his side on their first meeting, Ed instinctively realized that killing him was most likely debugging.
Come to think of it, I raised my head slightly and looked at his side, and I saw that new flesh had sprouted out.

‘Did he treat you?’

Why?

‘… Are you trying to eat me? To eat and kill? What the fuck!’

It was a crazy year for sure.

Swoop.

The being who introduced himself as a debugging program node again tried to bring his vagina to Ed’s face.

“You crazy bitch! Get away, get away!”

-Slap!

Ed shouted, slapping Nord on the butt as his pants swelled up.

OK,

‘…… ?’

Pain, pleasure, and sexual desire.
Those three emotions came to Nord who was hit on his butt.

“Great.”

-Slap.

To find out her reason, she tried hitting her buttock with her hand this time, but she didn’t feel the same emotion as before, it was just dry.

She realizes that he can only feel her emotions when the presence in front of her hits him.
This was similar to a moment ago when she was not impressed by touching her vagina with her own hands.
She moved her body

“… What kind of bullshit is this?”

Looking at Nord’s posture, Ed couldn’t hide her absurdity.
Because she was staring at herself with her hands on her wall and her hips sticking out all the way back, as if she wanted to be fucked.

“Same action, repeated request.”

“I want you to hit me… ?”

Nod.

“What the fuck….”

Ed, who had been lying blankly staring at Nord’s ass, where her cunt and anus were peeking out, stood up.
She glanced down at her and saw that her cock was also standing.

But the reason he got up now wasn’t to spank.

‘I’m in the best condition.’

I don’t know how it was treated, but the wound healed perfectly.

And the reason the door hasn’t been opened yet is that Beatrice’s blood seems to be treated as a one-off.

There were countless things in this warehouse.
That means you can get out as long as you find something with at least a little bit of dragon blood on it.
All you have to do is take it and the Jewel of Chaos and go outside.

‘The important thing is that year….’

Ed swallowed at the sight of Nord sticking out her butt and staring at him without any expression.
He then walked over to her and slapped her on the butt.

-Slap!

“Yes….”

Nord flinched slightly in excitement, but his expression was still expressionless.

‘… Could this be it?’

Ed looked at her and pondered for a moment, then parted her lips.

“Hey. Do you know what prostitution is?”

He decided to become a prostitute in order to live.