Chapter 109 – The Curse of the Dawn 3
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“Ahhh… ! Perrine… Jebaal… ♡!”
I poured out all the hardships I had been through to Beatrice. The humiliation and shame I suffered from all the men and males who had ever violated me. Beatrice must have had a similar mindset.
But, on the contrary, it made me boil. As a female subject like me, she would have tried to treat me like a doll, but in front of the difference in experience, Beatrice is just a female with a rough snort.
“Ahhhhh… ♡!”
Women in this world are weak to pleasure. Because she inhaled an aphrodisiac, Beatrice showed a rather cute reaction. The stimulation of the clitoris, which is hidden in the slippery mucous membrane, is different beyond imagination than the glans, which is always openly exposed to certain stimuli. By enlarging it with magic, Beatrice revealed her weakness to me.
I licked Beatrice’s clitoris with my tongue. He sucked it hard with his lips. Beatrice spit out her love juice from the slit beneath her, her whole body trembling from having her already sensitive organs stimulated.
“Huh… !”
“Are you sure you bothered me?”
Could this be the feeling of the desire to conquer the males who have beaten me up to now? The memory of reality has faded to the point that it can be said to be a previous life, so I don’t know anymore. The inside of her chest itches as she feels that she is becoming a pseudo-male and is violating Beatrice.
I stretched out my finger and inserted it into Beatrice’s crack. I could feel the mucosal muscles timidly resisting along with the intense heat. If I had a cock, I could have stirred this inside, but unfortunately I don’t have one.
“Huh… ♡”
Wriggling his fingers, he inserted two more words into Beatrice, who was crying in a sweet voice. Beatrice twisted her body in line with the movement of my fingers. I laughed at the long-awaited desire to conquer. Maybe it was a habit from the days of [Luts].
As I wriggled my fingers, I felt the bumpy dots on the inside of my vagina on my fingertips. As she rubbed her fingertips around, Beatrice’s vagina shrank and contracted, and her sexual juice flowed out like a tidal wave.
“Ahhh… ♡!”
The finger eventually pushed out. A string of sticky liquid ran between the fingers covered in the clear liquid and Beatrice’s pubic area. I swallowed it in my mouth, wondering what the taste of someone else’s juice would be. It was sour and sticky. It wasn’t as much as when I smelled a man, but I felt dirty.
Beatrice trembled as she lay down. I understand that I have been given an aphrodisiac and given great pleasure. Now, even the unreal and the real cannot be distinguished. My eyes have turned white and I can’t see anything.
“… Envy.”
I don’t know why I said that. Then he saw Beatrice’s clitoris still erect. I climbed on top of Beatrice, who had fallen on the bed, half lost. I matched the crack in my secret part with Beatrice’s.
“You must have experienced something like this at a red sex shop, right?”
“Huh… No… Sorry… Sooooo♡!”
I sat down with the fit. My vagina was already wet, so Beatrice’s was sucked into it. The pleasure I felt when it pushed up the wrinkles in my vagina one by one with the elaborate magic applied gave me such strong pleasure that even the top of my head flinched.
“Ah hey… “
“Yes… !”
I thought I had to get it out quickly, but I also couldn’t move because my back was dislocated. Meanwhile, like involuntary muscles, the vaginal muscles tightened and contracted Beatrice’s repeatedly. The pleasure of being slapped by the spontaneously contracting vaginal wall drove my head crazy.
“Ahh… Ahhh… !”
Even tears come out of pleasure. I wasn’t sure if the flashes of pleasure were magically created. Just a pleasant pleasure was constantly rising in the stomach. As dizzying dizziness came over me, I couldn’t stand it while sitting on top of Beatrice, so I fell forward.
The two of us couldn’t resist the pleasure and moved into awkward embraces. I just shook my small muscles. The moaning of the two women colored the space to the point of turbidity. Belatedly, the guards rushed over to find out what was going on, but we had to hug Beatrice in an embarrassing manner until Beatrice’s sophisticated magic dispelled.
* * *
“So, the two of you were cuddling and moaning together?”
“Sorry.”
“I was wrong.”
Mr. Bearnet crosses his arms and exclaims. Even though I am a patient, I am on my knees with my hands raised and my head down as if I were standing in elementary school. The same goes for Beatrice next to her. Rumors had already spread among the guards and maids before the guards rushed at us.
“No matter how frustrated you are, what do you think of your status? Both of you What are you going to do with the rumors spreading to the guards?”
“I will take responsibility for that.”
Beatrice looked at Mr. Beatrice with a handsome smile. However, that expression doesn’t work for him. Besides, you are a woman. Miss Bearne took out a small cane and hit Beatrice on the forehead. Enough to make a sound. I’m sick.
“Ouch… “
“What is the responsibility, I will tell Damian about this.”
“Please… Don’t let my brother know… That’s all… !”
“Aren’t we supposed to report rumors within the castle anyway?”
Beatrice begged Bearne, shedding tears like chicken droppings. I don’t know what the hell happened between the two. Damian was especially fond of pranks when playing Beatrice. He would fidget with his chest and say something like, ‘Look at this, it moves’, or he’ll endanger engineering with a prank, and then he’ll either save himself or…
But my arm hurts already. Why do I have to earn money too? While Mr. Bearne and Beatrice were having a snowball fight, I quietly lowered my hand…
-Match
“Ah… “
“Did you think you wouldn’t notice if you carefully lowered your hand? A saintess is also a saintess. I managed to keep my mouth shut about the rumors about where he wanders around like that every night, but now with this person…”
Mr. Bearne hit me on the head with a cane with sincerity. It’s the first time I’ve seen him so angry. Perhaps because the effect of the aphrodisiac still remained in my body, the area I had just been hit felt tingly. The two of us stood in that position until the sun went down and two moons rose over [Theresia].
In the late afternoon after the sun went down, I walked towards the [Armina] Introspection Garden with the feeling that my arms would fall off. Perhaps it was because of Beatrice’s attack, but he was also confused, so he went outside to get some fresh air.
The wind outside feels more poignant. I remember a bard who said that it feels like getting a moon massage on your white skin when you feel the dawn breeze. These days, listening to the delicate twists and turns of a minstrel sounds like a chord. I think maybe even the personality is tailored to this character.
– Slow down.
Something sounded in the bushes. I looked there, but it was just the sound of the wind passing by. I knew that hasty curiosity was wrong, so I didn’t approach and take a look. In addition, it felt like the aphrodisiac scent hadn’t even gone, so my skin was strangely sensitive and itchy.
Why did I feel familiar when I heard that shimmering sound? I feel vaguely missed. I subconsciously hid myself and went back down the hallway to my room.
* * *
The next day, when I got out of bed, I felt the magic that was watching me grow stronger.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and woke up, feeling my stomach tighten even more. I entered the changing room attached to the bathroom to wash myself in the bath water that is always provided. The moment I took off my clothes, I realized the identity of the discomfort that had occurred in my body.
“Kyaaaaah!”
Black heart pattern.
The location of the pattern is just above the skin where my uterus is located.
The cursed pattern appeared on me again.
When I thought of the pain I had to go through trying to purify that vulva, my face turned pale and my hands and feet trembled in fear.
I fell. At the sound I made, Mr. Vemiarne and the guards came running and helped me. I quickly tried to hide the vulva with my hand, but someone would see it.
I don’t know what happened after that. In my hazy memory, I told people around me that I wanted to see Damian. She thought she might even lose her status as a saint. That much I may have been obsessed with my job.
When I came to my senses belatedly, Beatrice was nursing me in the same dark room. But it wasn’t as provocative as it was back then. He held my hand in a neat but defenseless position and collapsed.
“… Beatrice.”
“Oops, uh, sup, Perrin?”
Beatrice glared at me with drowsy eyes as she swallowed the drool on the bed.
“What the hell happened to my body?”
“Ah… That is… There was an opinion that perhaps the magic had gone wrong and the fragments of the Inma that had not been erased from Perrin’s body had grown.”
“The fact that there was an opinion means that it was known to everyone.”
It felt as if everything had gone to the floor. There was no feeling of vulva wriggling in the stomach. I didn’t even feel the throbbing lust of lewd flesh. However, just the appearance of that figure disqualified me as a saint.
My vision was terribly blurry. How am I so weak I thought I had become a useful human being, but now even that has become a non-existent thing.
“No, I don’t know about this one. Because my younger brother [Cain], A warlock, made me forget everything with [Oblivion].”
“… What about Damian?”
“Damian is fighting on the Eastern Front… I can barely move back and forth by teleportation.”
“There is a return stone!”
“No, the hearthstone has a record on it, so Damian, the commander, can’t use it. However, I am riding a horse now, so bear with it.”
I didn’t want to say anything more to the woman in front of me, so I bit her lip. Only Damian can purify this. At least, in order to prevent further manifestations of this lewd desire from happening, I must preserve my body.
