Chapter 21 – 21. The Scrappy Nun
“I-I didn’t see anything!”
Having an affair in broad daylight was the best thing Asher could have said in that situation.
The moment you carefully turn around,
“We have to pretend we haven’t seen each other. A priest who commits adultery ends in excommunication, but a nun who murders her guardian faces the death penalty.”
Said the priest sternly. Her tone was sharp enough to believe that she was an overworked priest.
And the bride’s provocation was enough to stop Eshir from running away.
‘Clap.’
Locked the door Eriga Ho-oh, look at this? He showed interest with a look on his face. The bride was still calm. Eshur looked back at the two with a cold expression.
“How did you know that?”
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The sins you left behind in this city.
It’s always been like that since I was little. Brother Adelmo, the old man who was also Asher’s guardian, always overreacted to the hero.
As if rebelling against such Adelmo, he has been reading the literature of heroes. He couldn’t even say anything. Eshir was a brilliant assistant, always getting his job done perfectly.
A story of the achievements of past warriors. It was they that Eshir wanted to study.
It was only then. Watching the story of the hero was the only time to forget the boring monastic life.
I spent 20 years of my life like that.
To her, a ‘real’ hero came.
Joshua.
A perfectly reliable warrior with a stocky body at a much shorter height.
Asher even imagined that he might have come all the way here to save her.
The night I was walking by the lake behind the monastery, I saw him bathing naked.
That was all.
It was the body of a young man he saw for the first time after seeing only bald old monks all his life.
Strong chest and cracked abs, visible underneath, male organs.
The first real male cock she had ever seen was her new world.
‘Queup-‘
Without realizing it, she had her hand in her nun’s uniform and was touching her pussy. I felt my clitoris erect. In the cold night air by the lakeside, he was eagerly asserting his existence.
‘Haa, haa… Ugh!’
A nun masturbating outdoors while stalking a hero in the middle of the night.
Every time Joshua’s arms and waist moved, she rubbed her fingers too. Occasionally, a stabbing sensation pierced my back and I forced myself to cover my mouth to hold back my moaning.
When I let go of my hand, the juices of my heart dripped sticky between my index and middle fingers. It was like a snail passing through.
The warrior still didn’t notice. She is in the shadows, and the warrior is in the moonlight. The hymen was not touched. Because I learned that it is a valuable place.
But at a time when she couldn’t open her eyes to the tentacles,
He had given in to the first cock he had ever met in his life.
‘I got wet just by seeing a man… ?’
A shabby pussy itself with no immunity to men.
I lightly flicked my middle finger on my clitoris.
A moaning sound leaked out. Hearing the sound, Joshua looked towards Eshir, but she had already run away to her room in the monastery. The spot where she masturbated was glistening with sticky juices in the moonlight.
What I did that day was different from simple masturbation. If the masturbation I had when I saw a woman who had been bitten by tentacles in the past came from fear and masochism, the naked body of the man I saw that day was lust from longing.
The longing for the hero itself turned into love for a man named Joshua from that day onwards.
An affection close to a twisted obsession, with the addition of an oblivious sexual desire and a lifelong suppressed reaction.
At that time, Asher made up his mind to follow him.
“I would have told you not to speak like a warrior in front of me!”
At first, he simply requested that he be sent instead.
What came back was all sorts of insults and handcuffs.
“Why do you always say that about the warriors! They are to save this kingdom… !”
“You don’t know anything about warriors. Stupid, ignorant, bitch with a head full of shit.”
Brother Adelmo had a bad mouth for an abbot. He was a fairly successful adventurer in his youth, he said.
“The road to the Great Commonwealth? I don’t intend to follow him, but of course I have to teach him.
The proud warrior Nari even brought the goddess’s armor and asked for it, but how could she refuse it? But why, I’m getting older these days, so I forgot about it.
He pointed me in the wrong direction, so I don’t think it’s my business even if a knight or a hero gets killed while going.”
A feeling of hatred I had never felt before.
I didn’t even want to know what happened to the hero Adelmo had in the past.
But the important thing was that the grudge he harbored would harm Joshua.
Your own warrior.
‘It’s for the sake of the hero.’
When I came to my senses, it was after I had pushed Adelmo as hard as I could.
Unable to keep his balance due to his poor back, Susa stumbled and fell backwards.
It was an accident. Behind him was the broken outer wall of the monastery. There was no donation budget for repair work, so it was roughly blocked off with boards.
With the weight of an adult male, it is just that sturdy enough to fall apart with just a slight shock.
Brother Adelmo’s falling eyes looked at him.
“Mother…”
And-
‘Push-!’
He sticks his head out from the broken outer wall and looks down, and there is an old man’s corpse that has been smashed like mashed tomatoes.
I hurriedly put my head back to see who would see my face. Without looking back, he ran back to his room.
Fortunately, Brother Adelmo is an eccentric old man who doesn’t have anyone around except for himself, his assistant. No one would have seen what happened on the top floor of the monastery here, where research materials are kept.
Now that this has happened, the guide of the punitive force is not Brother Adelmo, but himself.
You can walk with the hero. At that time, that was enough.
After that, whenever she stood next to the hero Joshua in the Great Hall, she was there to wet her hot crotch.
Whenever others weren’t looking, I always thought of him and secretly masturbated. Otherwise, get help from Witch Rubiata.
This is the story before meeting the tentacle Joshua. However, the fact that she was an obscene bitch nun did not change.
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‘But that’s not enough anymore.’
The fantasy about the hero was completely abandoned on the day the dragon subjugation was achieved. He realized that the hero was not the one who saved him.
What is now with her is her tentacle Joshua, not her warrior Joshua. An existence that needs her protection and tells her that tentacles are superior to human men’s cocks. He is waiting outside the monastery.
“It was really a coincidence. I went out for a short walk while taking care of the work the mayor entrusted to me late at night, and I never thought I would see such a sight.”
It was true that it was a coincidence. While the subjugation party had arrived, he was trying to infiltrate his laboratory with the intention of obtaining any data on the Great Commonwealth.
In the end, all he had brought was a map with the exit of the cave written on it.
But he didn’t know that on that very day he would die. Father Campbell thought. He poked his head through the sound of fighting, the falling monk, and the broken exterior wall to check the body, then the face of the nun who ran away.
“Then… What are you going to do from now on?”
Father Campbell looked calmly at the nun in front of him. She, the nun, clutched her pendant, which she wore around her neck, with her cornered mouse-like expression. It was an object she inherited from her murdered Friar Adelmo.
“What can I do? They didn’t know anything about each other and didn’t see anything.
“Are you going to promise me and Joshua that you won’t harm me in any way?”
“Nothing. This city is small. Bad news spreads faster. There’s nothing good about each other, is there?”
Of course it’s a lie. To Father Campbell and Erie, they were stumbling blocks that must be cleared away.
However, it was first to obtain a map of the Great Commonwealth.
If they can’t be threatened with the case of Brother Adelmo, they have no choice but to seize the opportunity and give him a confession before the festival is over.
“Go in quietly and do what you need to do, sister. From subjugating the dragon to that vicious bandit, you must have accumulated travel poison, so I hope you get rid of it in peace. May the grace of the goddess be with you.”
“May God bless you.
What stopped Eshir, who was about to leave silently, was a word so dubious that came out of the priest’s mouth.
“By the way, Father Campbell,”
Eshir opened her mouth in a trembling voice.
“I never told you about being attacked by bandits… How do you know?”
Damn it. Behind the glasses, the priest rolled his eyes.
It’s all because of this damn paperwork. Concentration was disturbed because of overwork. You’re talking nonsense!
“Can’t it…? He said he was attacked by bandits and almost killed.”
“Nope. I didn’t say anything.”
“You did it?!”
“Not at all.”
Miss Elizabeth, who was looking at him, covered her face.
“I’ll turn…”
‘Kwajik!!’
Something flew from behind in an instant and grazed Asher’s cheek and slammed the door.
“Kyaa!”
Eshir, who covered his head to avoid the bouncing debris, looked behind him.
One of Miss Elizabeth’s arms was outstretched and lodged in her door.
Eshir saw that her fingertips, which she drew quickly, were deformed as sharp as her knives.
Asher only then realized.
Where did you see ‘Onahol Eri’ in the hideout of the bandits? Why did she get used to it?
She didn’t even wear a luxurious dress, and her face and body were completely ruined by the long-term torture, so she couldn’t remember seeing it at that time.
The ‘Eri’ she saw was obviously the mayor’s wife, Elizabeth.
She confronted the bandits and died, burying her herself.
‘Then what about that woman…?’
Embarrassed, Eri immediately shut her eshir’s mouth and bent her arm.
Her arms had no muscle whatsoever, but Eshir couldn’t resist the tremendous strength of her gloved grip.
She said quietly as the bride crossed her arms.
“Hero, as silently as possible.”
‘A warrior?! No way…!’
“I want you to call me Eri? From bandits to warriors, everyone is talking about it, how far will you tell me after that? Assassinate a warrior? A pagan demon? Count of the capital?”
Now, don’t even think about resisting. Eri grabbed Asher by the waist and pushed her into her office.
“Hey, what was the real Elizabeth’s death like? The last time I saw him was drunk.
With her face gone, she begged, ‘I don’t mind killing you, so please plug this leaking fuck hole here with your cock.'”
“Why did you do that!”
“Don’t you think it’s a little awake? She’s like a woman. How could she want to fuck a guy with such an ugly face. I hope you have more dignity than ‘Ona Hall Eri’.”
No, I had to get out of here right away. She herself was too complacent. She thought things were going well with just a few words!
Asher picked his breath. With her eyes closed, she lifted up her prayer with her reverent heart against her pendant. Elise is not a real lady, but a warrior in disguise. She conspires with the bride and she kills the real one and pretends to. And they are killing themselves here and aiming for Joshua as well.
“[Strengthening]!”
Asher threw a fist with strength enhancement into the center of Eri’s face.
There was the sound of something crushing along with a startled scream. Her Eri’s arm, which was holding her, was momentarily relaxed.
And Asher rushed out the door with all his might.
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She lost again
It was a matter of seconds for Eshir, who was trying to escape the office, to be caught again.
Eri woke up casually, touching the nose of the girl who had been hit by her ashr. Even as her nose was crushed, she immediately grabbed Asher by the shoulder and pushed her down on the back of her knee.
There was no sign of anything. As for her strength, her movements were too smooth and sharp to be called a mediocre woman.
“You… Do you hit it?”
“You’re not hurt, Eri.”
The priest asked anxiously.
“If I hadn’t covered her face with her collagen the moment it hit, she would have collapsed into her face.”
Seeing Eri’s face saying that, Eshir swallowed her breath in surprise.
Her face was literally boiling. Her eyes trembled and her nose and mouth tried to swim down her cheeks.
It was a face that humans shouldn’t have.
Her damaged features went back to normal when Eri brushed her hair.
“Mr. Ha, her broken nose cannot be repaired with her powers…”
Her memories of being captured by bandits and having her body ravaged ran down her spine.
Eri took off her glove and squeezed Ashe’s neck with one hand. As her breath tightened, Eshir felt a strange feeling on her own neck and glanced at her Elyse’s hand.
From her gloved hands to her arms, her hands were as white and hard as her ivory statue.
“Isn’t it pretty? I raised the longitude. If you reinforce muscle fibers and joints and put an exoskeleton on top of it, you can generate power that you couldn’t normally produce. Like a stag beetle.”
Eri, noticing Asher’s gaze, spoke kindly. Her gaze touched her cold pendant.
“By the way, didn’t this person say that she was a nun with no powers? This is divine magic…!”
“Adelmo’s pendant! It wasn’t something like this…!”
The priest snatched the glowing pendant from Eshir’s neck.
A memento left by Brother Adelmo whom she killed. It was definitely a holy relic, but it wasn’t enough to allow ordinary people without any skills to use magic.
‘Hwaaaaak-!!’
As the bride put her pendant around her neck, a dazzling light radiated from her body.
It was felt. Full of dragon’s magic.
And this also resided in the nun in front of her. Especially in the cervical region.
No one in this room knew, but it was a sign that she had exchanged magic every day with a tentacle that had grown and ate her magic in the dragon’s space.
“The dragon’s magic remaining in the Great Cavity warped time… And that twisted time’s magic also affected this woman’s body. And this pendant became the medium.”
Even if it is a holy relic that has no special power, it is an item that has absorbed the dragon’s magic for several months.
That’s enough. There is no longer any need to carve out the road to the Great Commonwealth.
According to the book, four things are needed to summon the pagan devil.
Short night,
A lot of shit,
Mountain sacrifice,
And the dragon’s magic.
At the festival of the summer solstice, prostitutes are called to gather yin energy. It’s not enough yet, but it will come together soon.
A living sacrifice has a designated opponent.
And originally, the dragon’s magic, which should have been delivered to the Great Hall or paid a large amount of money, has now been delivered right in front of it.
Then, what to do is decided.
“Eri, let’s extract her magic from this nun’s womb.”
“Let go, let go! What are you guys doing!! I’m going to scream!!!”
Match! Father Campbell slapped Asher on the cheek. Blood formed on Eshur’s lips.
“Father, I’m going to do a lot from now on, so what if I hurt her face?”
Eri coquettishly wiped the droplets of her blood from the corner of her ashr’s mouth and brought it to her mouth.
A thin thread of saliva ran from her lips with a wet sound.
Eshir kept struggling to break free of her grip on Eri.
All sorts of thoughts ran through her head. The first emotion I felt was regret. It was a mistake to come back here. I should have just stayed with Joshua in the Great Hall for the rest of my life.
“Joshua…!”
Her bride laughed at her. Asher felt her own body grow heavier. You can breathe, but a sweet scent somewhere…
“You don’t have to refuse like that. When you get a taste of the true power of this relic, you will.”
Light with divine aura from under the bride’s feet swallowed the entire office. The light radiated from the carpet on the floor, the desk, and even Eri’s ivory arm holding Eshur down, along with intricate symbols reminiscent of sheet music.
No no! Asher thought.
We must resist. There were things I couldn’t forget, and there were things I couldn’t bend. Even the power of a god wouldn’t be able to break it…
The priest caressed Asher’s face. His fingers started at Esh’r’s cheeks and moved slowly down his neck and collarbone.
Then, after raising his face to look directly at him, he recited a single prayer.
[“I stand before you as a superman.”]
Just as the priest snapped his fingers, Eshir lost consciousness.
