Ruler of the Game 639

Chapter 639 – The Magic City and the Great Detective

While listening to the lines, Seong-il feels a strong stimulus coming from Rose’s words.

‘This feeling…’

Intense shaking of fate. Seong-il senses that this incident will change the cause and effect of Aira, who was twisted by the gods of death.

“The god of death is a bastard!! He’s a trash god!! He tricks innocent people into followers and extorts them…”

All kinds of blasphemous words and actions that came out of Aira’s mouth. Seong-il feels the demonic spirit controlling Aira die every time she spits out her swear words.

“Cuk-Cuk!! Okay. I’ll show you mercy. Masturbate.”

“Thank you thank you!!”

As soon as Rose’s permission was granted, Ira, whose drugs and lack of pleasure gave her a frantic look, hurriedly brought her rotor to the clitoris and began rubbing it.

“Ahhhhh!!!”

Aira reached her climax by massaging her pussy on a table about as high as an adult’s chest. She starts spraying her cunt water all over her like a fountain.

“Ohohohoho!! Look at that bitch!!”

“Oh my God? You look like a slut when you see her swaying?”

“A prostitute who believes in a god of death is like that.”

Aira indulging in her pleasure by rubbing the rotor like crazy while listening to the accusations from the people around her.

She looks as if she is trying to escape from reality by escaping from the map of hell that has now unfolded.

“Haa… Haaang… Haa…”

The sober mind that begins to return after climax. To her cruelty, her daughters show a willingness to give Aira enough time to taste her climax without rushing or harassing her.

“Do you understand your subject now?”

“Yes… Yes…”

Thanks to her, and her futility and shame that came after climax, Ira put on a completely broken expression and spat out words of her submission to Rose.

“Didn’t this table get messed up because you went crazy and sprayed your pussy juice? What are you going to do?”

“Sorry. Mercy…”

As before, Ira doesn’t say anything of rebellion. She bends over to her young ladies, bending her head to the floor, adopting her togeza posture as other slaves do.

“Hmm… Really? Then you can dance like that slave?”

At Rose’s words, Ira naturally turned her head to examine the situation. Then, a slave comes in holding a pole installed in her eyes and performing a lewd and ridiculous dance.

“I will… I will…”

Aira, who answered with her dead eyes, groaned as if she were young. With the help of another slave, she struggles to the stage and begins to perform a ridiculous dance.

“Ohohohoho!! Do you want to see that bitch dancing?”

“I’ve lived a humble life, so I can’t even dance properly.”

“I see? That’s called dancing!! Ohohoho!! A clown would be more appropriate!”

The young ladies terribly ridicule Aira for her clumsy dance. Hearing that sound, Aira wiggled her hips with her miserable expression on her face.

***

And that night. Her holy day, which ends her frantic day, as always, locks her Ira in her box and moves her steps to her temporary quarters, her detective office.

Flutter!

Seong-il puts the invisible box she was holding with her telekinetic powers down on the floor and unlocks the box to examine her inside.

Then, the appearance of Aira, covered in tears, appeared. She was struggling physically and mentally, as if the teaching assistant she had experienced today was particularly terrible and painful.

“Hey. Wake up.”

“You… You… Must…”

“You?”

Flinch.

She was Aira who tried to pour out her anger on Seongil like a habit. However, a cold word on her holy day makes her feel her head grow cold and changes her attitude.

“All… You… No, master? Anyway… Why are you torturing me like this?! What do you want? I’ll give you my… Mother… Body if you want it. …”

Ira is about to get into an argument with her holy day, but remembers that the man in front of her is one of her powerful men, and she begs him.

Seeing that, Seong-il realizes that the time has finally come for her to negotiate with Aira, and speaks to her in a serious tone.

“Do you want to quit this life?”

“Yes!! Yes!! Please… I’ll do anything!!”

Aira put on a really desperate expression and begged her seongil. Having read her true feelings, her surname does not hide from her and recites her own terms.

“I want two things from you. The first is to be my servant.”

“…Servant?

Ira says she will do anything, but as soon as she hears her first condition of Sungil, she immediately changes her attitude and replies in a slightly cynical tone.

She bluntly said that she had sworn allegiance, and since there was no law against her being subjected to such humiliation again, she seems to accept the offer of her sacristy.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. When you become my servant, you’ll only devote yourself to me. More specifically, if you want me to fuck you, you’ll have to let me do it… But other than that. So in places like The Club There will be no forced orgies or forced exposure.”

“…As for torture?”

She hated giving herself to that damn human being, but Ira knew all too well that if that man wanted to rape her, it was possible.

Because of this, she decides to listen to his conditions for now.

“There is no torture if you don’t want to. But if you refuse my orders, that’s a different story.”

“…The conditions are too abstract? If you give me a nonsensical order like committing suicide, I’m going to use that as an excuse again and be tortured like hell here?”

Aira’s answer made sense. Seong-il nods his head in agreement with her words.

“You’re right. Then let’s do this. If you say you’re submitting to me, you’re writing a contract… With the details…”

Seong-il throws her carrot book at her to roast and boil her half-brothered Aira. After hearing that, Aira actually came over and expressed her agreement with a shy expression.

“Okay… If it’s a mutual agreement… What about the second one?”

“Convert.”

“…!!”

Conditions of a shocking holy day. Although it was a situation where Aira took a lot of initiative in the body due to the ruthless torture of over ten days, the demon’s soul was weakened, but Aira, who had been brainwashed by the demon for a long time and had a little sincere loyalty to the Shinigami, was shocked to hear the condition of the holy day. Show

“That…That’s…”

“Don’t you like it? If you don’t like it, you’ll repeat this forever. Don’t worry. Anyway, the demon of selfishness will weaken the more you repeat this torture, and then only your soul will remain, Aira.”

“…!!”

“The devil of stubbornness. I know you’re listening. Prepare your heart?

Seong-il swears at the demon hidden inside Aira’s body. In addition, she threatens that she has all kinds of potions, priests, potions, and even artifacts that can revive the dead, so she can’t get out of the situation no matter what the devil does.

“Kreuk… Kreuk!! Kreuk!!”

And after hearing the threat of such a holy day, Aira’s beautiful face began to twist terribly, and her ferocious voice flowed out of her mouth.

“Damn it… Human bastard…!!”

“Come on. Devil bastard. Have you crawled out again?”

The devil of stubbornness, who had been greatly weakened by Seong-il’s terrible torture last time. When he hears the absurd conditions from Seong-il, he must be so angry that he gathers his remaining strength and forcibly dominates Aira’s body for a while before popping out.

“How dare you tell me to betray the great one!? Hehe…?!”

That time when he was coolly swearing at Seong-il and trying to deny his words. Ira frowns strongly and begins to sit down in her seat.

“It’s like a dog … I’m a cub !! I … !!

‘Oh…’

Aira’s original soul, which seems to strongly resist the weakened demon. She desperately calls out to those around her.

“Fuck!! You devil asshole!! Do you think I don’t know what you did?! You pierced my soul!! You made me serve those who killed my grandfather!! You made me help them!! You dare!! !”

“…”

Ira bursts into tears at the emaciated demon and utters her expletives. In response to her strong resistance, the demon contorts her face and flinches as if in pain.

‘Oh… The face…?’

Starting from the center of her face, on the left is the expression of a pretty girl. On the right is Aira’s face with a vicious devil-like expression. The two take turns criticizing each other.

“Isn’t your grandfather like this because you teased him with his mouth!! If you hadn’t been needlessly bragging about the craft of making wooden dolls to the maids, your grandfather would still be living well!! Do you dare to argue with the god of death? That’s it. Better than your business!!”

An obstinate demon who deftly distorts the facts and criticizes Aira. If it had been before, Aira’s mind would have been weakened by the guilt trigger touched by the guy’s words, but her problem was now settled in front of the devil.

‘These bastards … Must have tortured Aira’s soul in this way.’

Seong-il realizes that the Angel of Death must have placed Aira in the midst of countless cultists and engaged in a fight with her demonic spirit.

Then, if Ira shows resistance, she feels that the cultists around her must have caught up on her mistakes and turned them around and ruined her soul.

‘But now I am.’

Seong-il, who thought so, puts aside her bystander attitude and calls her followers to blame.

“I’m crazy. It’s a devil like a bugging. The first maid was a socialist? Why are you blaming Ira to push and push the cubs?”

“Yes. You guys have deployed cultists all over the kingdom to find the descendants of the puppet knight’s family, right? Are you brazen about using that to eat?”

“Huh… You look like a servant of a filthy god of death, yo?! You cleverly cut out only the parts that benefit you and spit out her words. You’re such a piece of trash…!!”

A completely different reaction from the first brainwashing. As all sorts of accusations come out towards her demon, the demon of egotism, weakened by torture, flinches and struggles. And, conversely, Ira denounces her demons in one voice.

“That’s right!! If it weren’t for you guys from the Reaper Church in the first place, I wouldn’t have had to go through such a tragedy, but why the hell are you blaming me!! What are you guys!! Destroy it forever!!”

“Grrruk…!!”

At Aira’s angry cry, the egotistical demon that controls her half trembles and foams at her mouth.

“Reaper? Trusting him only brings more suffering to the followers? Trust me and my goddess. Then we will make you a true apostle of God who crosses dimensions!!”

“Kehehehe!!”

Seongil’s cry was the decisive blow, and half of Aira’s expression, dominated by demons, began to tremble more violently.

Clink!!!

And the tiara that was on the forehead of Ira, who was smashed shortly after. When it shattered, Aira knelt in place, covered in sweat.

“Haha…”

Aira picks up her breath with a tired expression. Her party, including her seongil, watch her situation in silence in unison to give her time to recover.

“…Goddess? What the hell is that?”

To what extent her physical strength has been restored, Ira, whose breathing has picked up, raises her head and asks Seong-il.

“Goddess of Harvest. She is the goddess who will govern the earth in the future. I am her agent.”

When Aira seems interested in her, Seong-il tries to explain one thing or another about her goddess religion.

She tells her that she can’t bestow much power because she’s still growing, but depending on her growth, she can give Aira a lot of power or bless her.

She even appeals that she can make a powerful doll by obtaining a twig of Weed Grassil.

“…Is that all?”

Aira, who listened to her explanation, responded with a cold voice. She didn’t expect such a reaction from her, so Seong-il hurriedly asks Aira what she wanted.

“Do you want anything other than freedom?”

She responds to Seong-il’s question with a slightly puzzled look on her face as she looks at him.

“Are you kidding me? You just told me to give you my all!! But you’re only going to give me the benefits and freedom of faith? Do you think that’s fair? Can you?”