Take Up the Cross – Chapter 40: Terrible Beast ☆

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The girl dressed in a simple caftan looks at him with dark eyes as she starts to rise. Taking a break in a ditch between two overgrown roads, the torchlike sun turning from them leaves her mostly bathed in shadows.


A hand pats her side, bringing her attention.


The drooping hand is far too sad for this simple scene, proved by the look of dismissal given as her lips curl. Straightening her back to move off, he lunges out.


Dragging her to him, the girl is pulled into his arms by desperate strength.


Discovered far too late, proof of his excesses show how little she mattered in his greater life. Even when dying, he cursed her, instead.


(Even if it was your fault… I’m still…)


“I’m… sorry…”




“It’s fine, boy.”


Unruly golden hair is splashed over his chest as he opens his eyes to inspect the person he clutches. Her blue and white laurels set him breathing roughly, his fear overtaking his sense of loss.


“No matter how lacking you are, as long as you always remember who gave you the finest gift, it’s fine.”


Gripped tightly by the evil creature melting in his arms, he returns the favor by squeezing as hard as he can to crush her faster.




“… Lonely myth, may you ever enjoy my home that awaits your needy pursuit of glory~.”





When his eyes truly open, a set of hard violet ones are staring back. So much preferable to the gem-like blue of that spiteful existence, he feels himself blushing at the situation.

The body crushed to his is quite softer than he would’ve anticipated. Though she is trapped, she makes no effort to punish her captor.


“… Does mind remain functioning? Be this imperilment, or…?”


When he relaxes his grip, her hand comes out to touch his forehead. Feeling the heat, her neutral face completely washes away all of the condescending visages of his tormentors, until their painful suffering is remembered.


(… Do they know what I did!?)


Flinching while holding her, he then shakes off his drowsiness and thinks.


(If they knew, I would be in chains, at best. To them… that wasn’t real.)




This alone is salvation for Adris, who was fearful that he would be hated.


“… You four are all safe!?” Proof of the survival of at least one of his…


(… Possessions? Allies? … Comrades…? I don’t care, as long as all four are safe, I’m not… the monster I was then.)


Finishing her inspection of his body heat, the girl pats his head. Realizing the impropriety of his hug, he lets her go without a word.

Freed of Adris, Neesiette quickly scoots a bit away. Folding her legs under her, she remains within arms’ reach as she silently gazes.


“A ritual composed by a self-assured mystic from another world, subjected to this we found ourselves. Be this not disconcerting, surety of our safety believed only by confirmation?” A reproachful look comes to her, though it vanishes with her tone becoming kinder. “To grasp this lady so desperately, be the danger such that an emotional rush to confirm her good health was needed… or does one…?”


(… “this lady”? Neesiette…? You’ve changed.)


“… No, I knew… all of you would be safe if things went as planned.” Denying his obvious mistake of breaking character, he hurries to smooth things over; but, he feels no difficulty in coming up with the words he needs.

“As for holding you? Well, the dreams I’m tormented by are sometimes quite vivid. The distinction between dream and waking world is often tenuous for me.”

Denying responsibility to apologize, a mere explanation demands forgiveness.


“… If that be so, then overlooked one’s actions shall be.”

After she glosses over it, he takes in his thoughts.


(Nothing feels the same. I don’t know how, but there’s been a change. One that I survived.)


Whole memories are either stolen, forgotten, or locked away. All Adris can recall of the trials he faced is the unfathomable wave of each escalating danger and how each ended.


“Something untoward happened.” Adris admits this point, trying to set the stage for where to take the conversation, but…


“‘Untoward’ be far from sufficient a word, wouldn’t it? Power beyond what could be expected, be this not what was demonstrated?” Reaching up, the girl…


… rubs his face, continuing to check him.


(What are you doing? You’re the one who didn’t want me… touching you…)


“For six ‘quicks’ one had been in silent repose. One’s success be only secured with waking, a fortunate occurrence given what developed. … Why does one grow shocked?”


“Of all the girls here, you had the most doubts about me. And…” Staring at her hand, she retracts it slowly.

Looking around after rousing more, Adris sees that…




Nobody else is present.

In room number 7, only stuffed animals guard Neesiette, the frailest girl left alone with the biggest wolf in the Castillo.




The thought of pushing down this girl and kissing her arises, then of putting his hands to her small body and letting his tongue taste her neck, then stealing her lips again when she protests.


(What is… where did that thought come from!?)


Neesiette tilts her head as Adris’s focus on her becomes much more intense. Noticing his gaze across the room, she grimaces almost imperceptibly.

He is becoming able to read her expressions a little better, as invisible as they are at times.


“Untrusted how, after what transpired? Full accounting of all promises, has this not been achieved by the one promising them, as intended? Trust in us, be this the lacking part, instead?” Lifting her arms, she crosses them, completely unamused.


(… “Full accounting?” Did it really work that well?)


“Why would they leave you alone? I can’t even move…” Adris’ body is so thoroughly drained that he’s not sure if he’ll ever recover, even if he feels totally healthy. Looking at his side, he sees a…


… black cross, looped into his belt.


(Everything vanished? Into them? Is there nothing left in me…?)




Adris fehl Dain might well have given up everything he had.

When choosing them over a perfect path to power, he sacrificed all to save them.


(… Shit…!)


But, settling his eyes back on Neesiette’s kind face banishes all regrets.




“… ‘To nowhere’ be where a boy could wander. Personal hygiene and other attentions afflict the other members. A silent watcher for whom these things provoke no concern be sufficient for one boy.”


“I see. Nobody else cared, is it?”


Adris falls back, feeling as if he might have to face this obvious future. Gripping his hands together, he smiles wryly.


(I’m a component, not-)


“Foolish, be you?”

Startled, Adris turns to look at her again, her lips pursed. The accusation bears more emotion than she’s offered in a long time.




“Find not one among us that would abandon care of a member of our group.” A small hand goes to rest on his chest.


(… member of our…?)


“… One be sufficient for a sleeping boy. Against many objections, blustering and sobbing reptiles most of all, care by only one be given. Therefore: dwell upon this no longer.” As the boy steels his heart to prevent his face from showing his emotions, Neesiette continues with a soft voice. “All promises made, save future ones: fulfilled. All made true, even if actions taken by a clever child too often cast doubt on his nature and inclinations.”


(That is… simply necessary… To assume they would ignore me is also a bit stupid. I wonder why that was my expectation?)


As Adris stays silent, Neesiette bows her head to him.




“Greetings, once more. To a vital teammate and new companion, Neesiette vera Luna… [Inheritor of Earth], greets Adris fehl Dain, [False God from Another World].”


(This Alchemaster called her…)


A [Mad Descendant of Luna].


(Yet not a thing about her seems wrong. What other slander do you inflict on others, you bitch?)




Looking back up after her simple statement, Neesiette continues addressing the dumbstruck boy with quiet orders.


“Such thoughts of not belonging, never again offer them, to the others especially not. Such great ambitions and designs be woven in their words already, so sure of one’s commitment to them. Opportunities now exist for attachments to develop where before no opportunities would be permitted. In honesty and earnestness, pursue this boon.”


(I… don’t… know how to feel about that sort of request.)


“Filling up hopes and driving this group on, much like a forceful and inspiring sun, already unable to extricate from this a ‘star’ finds itself. For this one as well… there be already no departure allowed.”

Patting him once, she then resumes her usual placidity.

“Although absolute certainty of such a dubious nature as ‘a false god’ still lacks, it must be said that actions so far warrant-” As if she is about to forgive him, she speaks before being interrupted.

“… No, keep doubting me. The others may trust me, but I require you to watch me.”


(I’ve been marked by tidings I can’t hope to understand alone. You figure them out.)


As Neesiette becomes silent, he feels her hand willingly wrap into his. Closing her eyes then, she ponders for a minute or so.

When she tries to pull away, Adris lets her hand go. Neesiette seems to consider her words, before her dainty lips open.


“Very well. Let that be discussed later. Through great upheaval and chaos our departure took us, as should be noted as possibly related to one’s request. Calamitous and catastrophic, such a dark ritual carried out reverberated widely. Saturated with strangeness a chapel be left, with one concerned woman in purple staying behind.

‘Leave quickly and be safe, little lambs, for if you fail, what was the point?’

A great cacophony and voices throughout halls heard ever after. ‘Shining darkness’ driving wild this fell place, shaking its foundations. Servants of golden depravity scampered and cried in abject terror.”

Almost proud, the girl congratulates Adris.

“‘To disappoint the Alchemaster,’ words spoken by you. Words that may now hold an absolute truth, though this lady once believed them to have been spoken in false vanity.”


An encounter with this very same individual ended with Adris’ complete, one-sided loss, unbeknownst to his cheerleader. Even now, something about him has been affected by that loss, though he cannot determine what.


(And you… speak of darkness now, despite calling it unrealistic? No, there is a feeling, isn’t there? That’s the feeling that was missing. Rather than the presence of the mansion, this whole room feels…)








An absolute feeling of dread is with him, now. Even in the comfort and safety of Neesiette, Adris feels as if everything he knows, and especially all certainties, have vanished never to return.


The presence of the mansion is still there.

But it refuses to watch him.


(Cethran… let me go? I need to find out why… but, first.)


“And the power you four received from the cross…?”


Shaking her head, Neesiette offers another conversation instead.

“One’s feelings towards Kol be more pressing now, for matters of gain from ‘investiture’ need be discussed with all in proper presence of mind.”

“She’s a good girl? Though she lacks in thinking and was aggressive towards me originally, admittedly for good reason, I don’t dislike her. Why is this important?”


Shaking her head once more, Neesiette asks the question again, rephrasing it.

“‘To the heart of the matter’… would concern overt attraction to her, would this not be correct?”


(Why the fuck would I tell you!? Are you her mother? I’m not going to rape her… No, this seems odd. What is going on?)


“I’ve never seen her. ‘Attraction’ is built on many things. I…”

Thinking back to some very difficult thoughts and admissions from the Chapel, as egged on by Cethran’s evil questions, force Adrise to admit certain things.

“… no, I suppose it does no good to say that physical attraction doesn’t exist.”


(This world runs on sex. I refuse to hide from it. If you ask me so openly, then hear the potentially unpleasant truth.)


“I have no need, nor desire, to force myself on any of you, equally because that is not my way. I… of course value all of you. Though you may call me ‘mysterious,’ if you ask, I must say: my desires are sometimes far from innocent and wholly apparent.”


(… How do you handle such openness, Neesiette? Dealing with my own sexual frustrations will become impossible without an outlet…)


A boy has no intentions of availing himself upon the battered and defeated monsters of this Castillo all the time. While it might be pleasant, there’s something unsavory about wantonly using others to sate one’s own lusts.

To travel and group with girls, there is only one option.


(It would be better to choose one of you to pursue, right?)


Adris almost smiles at the lewdness of it. It had been lingering on his mind, but it never really concreted until now.

Cethran had called the inability of individuals to handle their own lusts a rule designed to strike at the soul and force them to seek out others. A cruel design, by Adris’ accounts.


(… No, considering that, how have they been handling their…?)




Adris feels… uncomfortable with this thought…




“As one finds himself a part of this group now… lusts become paramount dangers.” Adopting a very neutral pose, but with a difficult look in her shining eyes, Neesiette asks about Adris’ body. “Be one… healthy enough regarding them?”


(Do you think I’m overcome? Well, I am actually a bit…)


“If you’re saying whether you would need to help me with something like that, if it comes down to it, I will not decline, but-” Trying to sound calm, even while his heart is beating a bit fast, Adris tries to let her know that nothing will be expected.

“… A misunderstanding. Outlets fit for active males be quite available among the defeated, with this being indicated in a prior conversation.” The girl’s face goes dry of emotion as she completely dismisses him.


(… You seem… very…)


Adris feels sort of like clay at being so openly rejected, but is old enough to recover his self-esteem without breaking.

“For girls of… peculiar desires and persuasions, a cruel Castillo offers no salvation.” Recovering her usual voice, Neesiette clarifies her track. “The lady before you and a girl of quick mind focused on hatred of this mansion’s residents need no assistance. Of reptiles and honest girls, however…”


(Ave and Kol? … Oh… you’re asking if I… would want to…?)


The door opens, suddenly.

Neesiette seems unsurprised, her gaze still on Adris. Walking in through the door, Still drops off a pack before straightening her cloak and brushing off her skirt. Her clothes look much cleaner, her worn doublet missing stains that were present upon meeting.


Her hand flies with great gusto, before becoming more languid.

{I was never worried. There’s nothing that could possibly keep you down.}


(That’s a lot of praise, coming from you.)


Adris smiles a bit, the unexpected belief making him happy.


{Don’t worry about the contract… We’ll discuss it at length. It’s fine that you’re safe~! Actually it’s… the greatest.}


(Ah… thanks…?)


Her relief at his good health is equally moving.

{… Just don’t… satisfy that idiot too much… and don’t die.}

Finishing the happy statement darkly towards the end, Adris feels Still’s body language become a little hateful. Indeed, some of it seems to be directed toward Adris as she leers at him.


(What is going to kill me, don’t cut off at-!)


Becoming alarmed, Adris is denied a chance to talk as Still takes her curio box from the dresser and marches to the study. Opening the door and walking in, she waves at him as it shuts.


(You didn’t even… talk…)




Adris can’t think, as something terrifying is approaching…


Its aura, if that is the correct word anymore, washes into the room at a growing rate.

Even Neesiette seems affected by the intensity of it, watching the door ominously. A clanking sound with mild jangling is closing.


(What did they find out there!?)


Horror in his throat, as an unknown killer’s shadow is finally seen, short and reaching for the door frame…




A white-furred, clawed hand grasps the frame as Kol pulls herself around.


At first relieved, but then concerned when he realizes the intensity is exuding from her. No longer afraid, he tilts his head at the girl.

Though her armor is still rather tattered, the stains on her gambeson and leathers have been cleaned off. With the girl tense and staring at the floor, Adris suddenly notices that she’s… sniffing.


The sniffing sounds increase as she looks in his direction.




Shining pink eyes can be seen below her sallet. Locked onto him, her breathing becomes rasping.


(What… do you want?)




Kol stumbles a bit before walking over to her pile in the corner of the room and roughly dropping her axe. Tearing at her vambraces, the girl is frustrated with the work of undressing.

But she still turns to stare at him at times.


(… What is going on?)


Chattering teeth join in the confusion.


Ave quickly enters and closes the door. Looking refreshed and also washed, the cute elf girl retreats to the corner of the room furthest away from Kol, suspiciously and terrifyingly eying her like a small animal stuck in a cage would eye a wild tiger.

Flitting her eyes between Kol and Adris, a shaking hand is waved in greeting to the boy while accompanied by an absolutely fake smile. Coiling herself afterward and refusing to move, she hides in plain sight.


His hand moves out, reaching for another girl. Finally touching Neesiette’s dress, the boy tries to get her intervention.

“… As a part of our group, one must have understood responsibilities accompanying such a membership when requesting it, correct?” A malevolent question, disguised in a level and unemotional voice, attacks Adris’ previous demand.




(I see, I am a solution to a… problem you girls have been having!)




When Kol’s sallet comes off, the voluminous, white, short hair pulled into a ponytail underneath leaves her with a sporty look when she removes her cap. A low growl is issued at the difficulty in doffing her armor under duress.

While Adris has smelled her scent before, currently the whole room is filled by it. This uniquely bestial scent strokes his cock by just the presence of it.


(She’s actually…)


Throwing away the metal bevor, sharp teeth biting her lip do nothing to destroy her beauty. With a tanned face having a somewhat wolfish sharpness to it, the overall shape is athletic in attraction. Pink eyes are predatory when they linger on Adris, her mouth opening as she huffs.

Wolfish white ears come from where his would be. Fairly rigid in length, they twitch now after being freed from the helmet.




“With fullest attention and kindness, be for Kol what no other can be, Adris, would-be gentleman.”




Neesiette announces Adris’ death sentence softly before shuffling off. Her boots hit the floor, her swaying dress swishing as she walks over to her large tome.

The one girl that can save him is the one abandoning him.




Not allowed to run away as the girl exuberantly flings her other armor to the side, he takes in her toned limbs revealed by each vanishing piece of clothing. Wearing no underclothes when she rips off her pants, her naked butt displayed has tufts of fur at the base of her tail, which lies where her coccyx would be for a human.

Well-toned muscles flex as she moves, but soft flesh still remains where not covered by white fur. Over only her lower legs and slightly at her thighs, odd and uneven contrasts of her tanned skin and fine white hairs further lead him astray.


(I’ve never… been with a girl like this. Rantil and Lycia were still very human-like. She is, too, but…)


Finally freed of the last hindrance aside from her undertunic, she turns towards Adris quickly.

Moderately sized breasts outlined by it, it leaves no need for imagination. Erect nipples lift the fabric, while her arms outstretched bring her up onto the bed as she climbs.


Her face is both fierce and drunk.

Blushing all over, this pure tomboy is a sleek and dangerous creature.




Before Adris can move, she is only inches from his face.


Thicker than average white eyebrows are scrunched, while her eyelashes draw attention to her slightly down-turned eyes.

Ones which hungrily wait for him to react.


(She’s not a perfect beauty like Neesiette, though she might be more handsome than Ave…? With all of the strange affectations like a mildly furred collar, silver scales on her neck and in places on her torso… I can’t really compare them. When I look at Kol, she’s reassuring, but also powerfully emotional.)


When her eyes move to Adris’ bulging crotch and refuse to leave, he becomes worried with the clawed hand that reaches toward it. Though her crotch isn’t visible from this angle, her thighs are already soaked with that wonderful scent that is frying his mind.


Intercepting her hand before she can touch, she whips back to stare him down.



Only a grunt is offered.


(All of this for me. For only knowing her a short time, this is… a little fast. Even if she does want me, and I want her… what is the right…?)


You may find yourself surprised by unleashing your desires on them, perhaps discovering that they respond in kind almost exuberantly?”


The comment of a lying woman drills into him.


With it, something like black hair lingers between him and Kol.




(I’m just running away, like Cethran said. I won’t give in.)


Pulling her toward him, she allows him to. Tail swishing wildly, she begins to smell his body after getting near to his body.


(Right, I wanted to see her face. It’s perfect.

I wanted her body, yes? It’s also perfect.

So… there’s nothing that’s not fine. This girl has been struggling in the Castillo with the desire not to give herself to someone unworthy. That, alone, is noble and proof of… my worth in her eyes.)


No matter how scared he is right now, both by the intensity and uncertainty, Adris is not…




(I am not a bitch. This girl is mine!)




Without a plan, and no idea of what one would be, he also has no idea what goals he has other than…




“… Boss…”


A single word comes from her lips, her rich voice so full of hunger that Adris becomes worried that he is food, rather than a person. Even as respect lingers in her drunk eyes, the wolf-like irises show equal parts superiority.




(… Not the way I envisioned this, though.)


Thinking that he wanted to be in charge, even if he wraps her up, he feels he’ll soon be harmed.

He’s more prey than aggressor.




(And I care not a single bit.)


Throwing away his concerns, he resolves to leave a lasting impression on her, if nothing else.




Already pulling off his jerkin, he smiles sharply and threateningly at Kol. Bathed in her scent, all he desires is to be inside of her, without a care for how.

When she sees him undressing and sniffs his lust, she wastes no time.




Ripping his clothing off without mercy, the wolfish beauty is beyond calming as he tries to match her witless movements. Rough hands yank on his pants before he can even loosen the belt, pulling him inches toward her as he gasps.


(At least let me…!)


Noticing her desperation, he realizes he has to take the upper hand, lest he be seen as a conquest. A beautiful woman’s arrogant and confident statement comes to his mind, the perfect weapon against this girl.




“Don’t think you’ll have a chance of winning, Kol. When I’m done, nobody else will ever be able to please you like I can.”




Pulled free of clothing so that his muscles show, even his smaller body maintains the same tone she has. When she confirms that, Kol sighs while her clawed hands force him down.

“… Ah… Boss, good. Kol, right! Strong male.”

There’s absolutely no fear, only wanton desire, her ears twitching as she drinks in his essence.


“… hah, hah, bossSTRONGESTwait forever. FINALLY. MINE!”


Climbing on top of him, she hugs him so tightly that he feels his ribs crack. Her mouth latches onto his neck, teeth gently nipping at him as a tongue licks up his taste. A revealed, hard cock causes her to twitch as her skin presses harshly against it.




(AH! … Do I… finally win, Cethran?)


Adris suffers a bit of terror, but throws himself against it, truly reviving a feeling of youthfulness for the first time since arriving in the Castillo.




(I want this girl and she wants me. Nothing else matters… especially not a woman I left a world ago…! I don’t know or care what will happen after… Cethran was right, my cowardice about what I want ends today!)


The boy is trapped beneath a moving girl. Even at this age, a male should be able to get the upper hand against a female, but…


“HAH! Kol… Boss… skin? Good!”

While Adris is regarded as an “ally,” the prodigious strength of the young demi-human renders him unable to act anyway.

With her bare crotch trapping one of his legs, the tanned girl has both of his arms pinned beside his torso. As Adris excites further and further, Kol’s advances seem to slow down.


In place of moving further, she grinds against his leg.


“… UM! Smell, feel good. MINE… MINE!”


Adris watches, mystified, as the girl abandons any foreplay, rubbing her face against his toned chest as she continues to coat his bare leg. All she does is talk to herself while appreciating his body.


(AH! That’s, rough!)


Licking against his skin and a nipple, Kol’s breath is like a hot fog against him, her saliva staining his chest. Grinding against his leg, the direct stimulation somehow isn’t painful for her.


(Girls are more delicate than this! Especially there! You need to… wait…)


While she rubs her face and body against him, the girl whose hunger seems bottomless appears to be…


Masturbating with his leg, humping against him as her breathing becomes deeper and more regular.




She’s not even acknowledging him as existing, except to cradle against him and breathe in his scent.




(… Once more, I’m just… a side dish?)


The memory of a black-haired sow pains him, this situation too similar to hers.


Kol releases one of his arms, bringing her hand over to grab onto his waist. She uses the leverage to move against his leg over a longer distance, gasping in self-pleasure. A powerful tail beats against his untrapped leg, before it dexterously clings to it.


A shaking girl’s growing pleasure leaves Adris feeling deeply hurt.




(I’m not just a tool…!)




His free hand moves to her side, reaching under to pull up her tunic and feel at the bare skin. He runs his hand along the point where scales and fur meet skin. Trying to stop her movements, wide, pink eyes suddenly glare at him.

Her red face is both drunk and annoyed, before simply looking confused.


“… HAH, what… Kol… What…? … Good, for Boss?


Adris has difficulty following, but her questions seem to ask…


“What would be good?” Keeping his voice from carrying to Neesiette, Adris looks at her with a slight sneer.


“Did you think that this was the sum of sex…? Are you naive, Kol?”


Eyes flashing, then narrowing, her breathing grows much rougher. Rather than by pleasure, she is driven now by the mockery in his words.


But Adris ignores this, trying to appeal to her.

“Mating is much more delicate than this weird act, Kol. If you misunderstand, then I’m forced to tell you-”




Enormous strength grips him as he hisses.


Scooting off his leg and onto his stomach, the face beaming down at him is furious. The scary part isn’t her anger, though, but the lust which makes her actions single-minded.


(What… is she…?)


When Adris reflexively tries to resist, Kol unceremoniously grabs his arms, forcing them over his head while folding them. Unable to stop this, her rationality breaks completely with his implicit surrender.


“Kol, wait, calm down! What I’m trying to say is that you need to- KHAK!”


While Adris tries to dissuade her from doing anything crazy, the mad girl uses her weight and legs to move up his chest, until…




She puts her legs over his arms as she kneels atop him. Adris watches with fascination and horror as she prepares to entomb him.

A bald, tight pussy dripping lubrication is thrust against the mouth that is trying to arrogantly demand she stop.




Kol cries out in ecstasy when she grinds her cunt against his face. Leaning back, the girl’s arms are on him as she keeps moving, replacing his leg as a masturbation tool.


(FUCK! STOP! Ah, it does smell… good… BUT STOP!)


Legs kick out involuntarily as his face is mashed against by a warm pussy. Cheeks and lips are flooded by juices. Kol’s whining breaths are all he can hear, and his sight is only of tan thighs.




Adris has difficulty breathing with the force being exerted on him when she grinds over him.


“… GHK, Kol, stop… KHA! O-Off! HAH!”


His halting voice is completely ignored.


(If I can’t break free, then I’ll break her.)




Abandoning guile, his tongue lashes against her slit.




Clumsily, he forces his tongue against her dripping crack, with her responding by hovering it over his mouth instinctively. Feeling this new stimulation, she finally obeys his furtive movements by relaxing her thighs.

Shocked at first by the touches, she surrenders to his red muscle when it starts to expertly play along and dip between just right.


(Uh… tastes… normal? No, there’s… soap?)


The girl who he is servicing, without regard for his compliance or not, has a hint of forest ambiance to her scent and taste.


(Ah, she was cleaning with Ave and Still… They got her to clean this part…? Or does she normally do so well, anyway…?)


Settling into the optimum position for him to rhythmically lap along her outside, she begins to slowly breathe along with the growing experience. With great trepidation, Adris brings the tip to get under her hood.




A pleased cry comes from his “subordinate.” Upon touching her clit, all resistance leaves Kol’s body. Instead, when he moves his tongue away, she whines while goading it to return it to her sensitive spot.

With no smell of urine and it having just been cleaned, Adris is finally interested in the “treat” he has at his tasting.


Only, Adris finds it hard to deal with how drenched his face is.


(This girl is a fountain!)


An endless source of juices, the hint of bestial flavor coating his lips and nose join with his own plentiful saliva. Unwilling to part from his tongue, she essentially sits on his face.


(I might suffocate if she doesn’t finish fast! And this is… making me feel like with Lycia…!)


Just like back then, her assertiveness makes him feel like submitting. The brief thought of entrusting himself to her flits by before he brutally murders it, tensing at the shame of the thought.

Her tail strongly beats against his body as she rocks slightly. Increasing his movements, her fully engorged lips finally pull out as he tugs. The overly tight girl responds by lowering against his face, pressing him into the bed.


(Ah! Shit! Stop!)


But when she does, his tongue is forced inside.



The narrowness that greets his tongue is a burning inferno. Far hotter than Lycia and Serras, if he lingers he might get burnt.


Kol shakes with the sudden feeling of penetration. When she does, her shut cavern feels a bit strange with the firmness near the entrance.


(… She hasn’t…?)


Though he can’t see, the fold is proof of her ignorance.


(No wonder she’s this weird. This isn’t about dominating me! She’s simply too naive to know what to ask for! This is still my game!)


A recklessly proud girl assaulting him is doing it out of desperation. Empowered to “rescue” her, Adris pulls out of her slit to grab her clit with his tongue. Wrapping around it, the loving touch sends her bucking.


Taking a hand off of him, she claws around his head to push him up into her. Measured, yet wild, breathing is so honest that the threatened boy knows exactly what pleases her and to what degree.


(You really love your clit!)


Usually delicate for a girl, this one loves it being aggressively handled. Bringing his lips around the area, sucking lightly causes her to arch her back. Quivering as he continues, her spasms show an orgasm building that she’s long needed.


(Give in to me. Every remaining first you have I’ll take. No matter the pleasure you think you’ve experienced, I want to hear your moans as you beg me to stop! Every way I can ruin you I will discover~!)


Lips and tongue given to her eagerly, it’s not long before the shaking girl’s orgasm becomes real. Body tensing intermittently, toned legs squeeze as he lingers on her clit. Forced to use her arms for balance, she is ready to collapse.


A whining scream tells him what he needs to know.




“Ah! AHHH! GRAAAH! AHH, AHHHH! … GoodMORE! Feeeel, goood!”




Shaking the whole time, his tongue doesn’t stop. Like Serras, Kol rides a long orgasm as he forces it to continue.

Moisture overwhelms him, as a bit of liquid splashes onto his face.


(AH! Don’t pee on me!)


Unable to scream at her, he suddenly exhales when she collapses onto his body.




Laying on the bed, with a white-furred girl on top, Adris pants.


The girl knocked down by her orgasm tries to move, but can only twitch.


(A girl as honest, untensed, and fearless as you is easy to send over! You’re just like Serras was when she would give up and enjoy the night instead of huffing in annoyance~!)


Grinning, Adris licks his face to pre-clean while still being trapped. Trust between partners being the easiest road to climax, he looks forward to what he can experience next.




(You can’t survive a trained tongue, Kol. You might be sexy, but only someone like me can-)


“… HAH, Kol… won!”


A girl’s breathless cry rises in self-congratulation.




(BULLSHIT! What exactly did you win!?)


In outrage, he slaps at Kol’s legs still holding him down.


“… ah… Boss?” Seemingly regarding Adris as being a human being for the first time since entering the room, Kol shifts to get off of his neck and arms.


She falls to the side of his body, lifting up her torso to show her bare stomach and the pale lips of her satisfied pussy.


“… Won?”


(I will forgive many things… but that was my win.)


“… Huh…? Kol… won, yes.”

Confused, the girl’s flush face scrunches, before she smiles arrogantly.


“Hah! Kol, won! Kol… kakaka…!”

Raising her clawed hand, she waggles a finger at Adris.




“Kol… ‘get pleasure!’”


A fierce smile accompanies the gesture, a strangely sultry look to her as she narrows her eyes, like she’s looking at Adris as a…




Pissed, Adris pushes his persona to its limit to attack with it.




Fool. You lost.”






Name: Adris fehl Dain, “Boss”
Titles: Lycia’s Little Brother, True False God
Race: Xin’El, Emperor’s Child (Human)
Sex: Male
Age: ?? – Young


Occupation: Crossbearer; “Star of Ruin, Cast Down from the Sky Upon a Dying World”
Discipline: [Rule in Dark]



[Tool Savant] – “Adris is a tool-collecting-and-utilizing fanatic. Most men would consider him disgusting for loving tools more than his own partner. Has so many tools that it can be said to be his true power. What does he do when he has no tools left? He seeks to acquire more, obviously!”


[Rule in Dark] – “They will all know my truth.”


[Brainfry] – “You’re still with me, right buddy?”


[Refuse to Kneel] – “Ah, even the Alchemaster can’t make me submit! This is the one that’s saved me all those times!?”


[Tongue of Air and Darkness] – “What’s the difference between this and the old one? Why ‘air’?”


[Conceptual Refusal] – “How the fuck does dominating people’s minds turn into a weird statement like this!?”


[Familiar] – “Through means unknown, a familiar has been acquired. Aren’t familiars a kind of tool? Isn’t this sort of strange to consider a ‘power’?”


[Obscuring Sonjil] – “Man, this thing has gotten pretty strong on Zennia. At first only creating an area of fog, it can now cover a direction? Is something wrong…?”



Disposition: Resilient / Adaptable / Sinner
Alignment: Chaotic

Eyes: Black
Hair: Black, with strands of White
Skin: Tanned



Rantil Value – “Even after all of that, Master is still an idiot!”


Attributes by Grade:

Strength – E

Vitality – E

Dexterity – D

Agility – C

Intelligence – D

Mentality – C

Luck – F

Charisma – D


“If you want more, stop being mean to Rantil!”



Cethran Value – “Much the same as before, but isn’t the way you look at others a bit more dashing, now? Forced to open yourself to the world, perhaps the gentleman may grow? That is likely impossible, isn’t it, Adris?”


“Giving yourself to this wolfish girl, are you okay with the monstrous features? Why do I sense that they are positives for you?”



“A boy who is a bit out of place as far as features, he descended from the top of the Castillo to the bottom by pluck, luck, and outrageous lying. Reborn into the world of Zennia, what can be said other than ‘he’s still exactly the same, but different’?”


“The first test of Adris’ new life is… of course proving his ability to ‘help’ his teammates. Luckily for Adris, he seems to have recovered some of that old spirit.”



“Desiring sex is not the same thing as being ready for it.”



Name: “Kol”
Titles: Idiot
Race: ???
Sex: Female?
Age: ???


Occupation: Delver, Frontliner
Discipline: ???






Disposition: Straightforward / Confrontational / Respectful
Alignment: Neutral

Eyes: Pink
Hair: White
Skin: Tanned



Rantil Value –

Attributes by Grade:

Strength – C

Vitality – C

Dexterity – E

Agility – F

Intelligence – F

Mentality – C




Cethran Value – “Are you attracted to rampaging metal? Though in your case, you appreciate the voice, don’t you? Do you long to see more? If she reminds you of a certain someone, then…?”


“Having seen her true self, are you disappointed? While not the same level of beauty as Neesiette and lacking the elegant innocence of Ave, Kol is much more womanly in her own way, isn’t she?”



“Brash and forthright, a warrior wielding an axe with two hands forsakes protection to deliver only harm. Contrary to this impression, she also seems interested in a straight up fight. If her words are any indication, she offers little thought to her actions.”


“Because she believes ‘might makes right’ in her own way, she seems ready to also assume that ‘strong makes pleasurable’.”



“She’s pretty gutsy~!”



Name: Still
Titles: Puddle
Race: Human?
Sex: Female
Age: Young Lady


Occupation: Delver, Trickster/Outfighter
Discipline: ???






Disposition: Playful / Sadistic / Skulking
Alignment: Chaotic

Eyes: ???
Hair: ???
Skin: ???



Rantil Value –

Attributes by Grade:

Dexterity – C

Agility – C

Intelligence – C




Cethran Value – “Do you really think it’s not obvious? What she possesses is what you’ve missed all your life, yes? Breasts and curves… are these not a new fruit for you to taste?”


“Being spared thoughts of your survival being a good thing, if Still spared you after recognizing what you were doing, then perhaps she is beautiful underneath, too?”



“A mute girl who says much with gestures, she also has more going on than she seems to. Though not outwardly aggressive, there’s an atmosphere of danger about her. Opposite of Kol, hers is subtle… Yet, she also can protect others. Given to acrobatics, it matches with her dark, but flamboyant, colors.”


“A girl that can recognize something going wrong, the fact that Adris was allowed to remain with the four means that she has a plan, doesn’t it?”



“In the end, I think Still is someone that takes things as they come.”



Name: Neesiette vera Luna
Titles: “Moon”
Race: Lunamata
Sex: Female
Age: ???

Occupation: Delver, Mystic
Discipline: ???





[“Brings An End”] – “Would the title not signify its use?”


Disposition: Impassive / Calculating / Curious
Alignment: Ordered

Eyes: Pale Violet
Hair: Amber
Skin: Pale White



Rantil Value –

Strength – F

Agility – E

Intelligence – B

Mentality – C




Cethran Value – “First imps, and now short girls? This is certainly becoming a pattern, isn’t it? Though you might not fare badly with a girl as beautiful as this, yes? Though she’s a little perfect, doesn’t she seem oddly demure?”


“The first thing you do is hug another young girl (in appearance)? Is this becoming an illness?”



“An otherworldly existence, she wears clothing that doesn’t fit with the Castillo. With mannerisms quite distinct from all others, even the girls she travels with seem incomparable to her uniqueness. Yet, she definitely seems to be in charge…?”


“Once she accepts someone, she is capable of gifting kindness. To offer to take care of Adris, that is more kindness than a man like him deserves.”



“She continues to be hard to write.”




Name: Avenalliah Aurmaris
Titles: Lustful Lizard, Elf
Race: Elf
Sex: Female
Age: Young

Occupation: Delver, Scared Girl
Discipline: ???





Disposition: Joyful / Impressionable / Cowardly
Alignment: Neutral

Eyes: Crystal Green
Hair: Moss Green
Skin: White



Rantil Value –

Strength – C

Dexterity – C

Intelligence – C

Mentality – F




Cethran Value – “While not possessing your newly favorite curves, isn’t a girl with a naive charm also fine? Because she covers so little, you are also left without having to imagine what you could possess, yes?”


“To be scared of the armored girl’s sexual antagonism, would the pieces as to ‘why’ not be able to be lined up, now?”



“As cheerful as she is skittish, Avenalliah fits an unknown position within the four delvers’ group. Though she carries a large sack, that would hardly count as a position… right?”


“While saying nothing, her body language accurately conveys how much danger Adris is in.”



“Ave is a kind child, but also a spoiled one.”






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