Vol. 9 Chapter 1.3 – There Are Boundaries You Must Never Cross with People

A faint sound of breathing in sleep echoed through the room.

It continued in a steady rhythm.

I couldn’t tell exactly what time it was, but the sky would probably start growing pale with dawn soon.

I gazed at Fujiwara-san’s face as she slept beside me.

‘When I look at her like this, she actually has a surprisingly youthful face…’

Without any makeup on, she wore a blissfully peaceful expression in her sleep. The thin white trail of drool at the corner of her mouth was, well, part of her charm.

Slowly, I shifted my gaze down toward her body.

Her figure traced gentle curves. Perhaps she used a tanning salon, because every inch of her skin was a warm, wheat-brown color. Before I knew it, my eyes were drawn toward the pale-pink nipples that sat modestly upon her rather flat chest.

‘Sometimes I think my breasts might actually be bigger than hers, so why does hers look this sexy? It’s a mystery.’

Once again, I recalled what we had been doing until just a short while ago.

After taking a bath together, we had stayed pressed closely against each other, cuddling and continuing to have sex.

Feeling the warmth of her body against mine was so comforting that I kept her beneath me in a mating-press position the entire time. Holding each other tightly, I came again and again inside her vagina.

‘Even so…’

“Fuu-min♥”

“Maai♥”

“I wuv you, I wuv you♥ I wuv you sooo much♥”

“I wuv you toooo♥”

‘Yeah… that was pretty bad…’

I wanted to believe it was only because we had gotten way too worked up.

Our brains had completely melted.

Just remembering that idiotic exchange, as though our level of civilization had suddenly regressed by several centuries, made me want to clutch my head and writhe around in embarrassment.

It felt like I had somehow accumulated an excessive stockpile of embarrassing memories in a single night.

And after several hours of continuing to have sex, she had eventually done something unbelievable.

While being thrust into hard in the missionary position, she had actually started breathing softly in her sleep.

‘Falling asleep in that situation… Well, I guess that means I kept her going until she went beyond her limit…’

Almost exactly as I gave a wry smile, Lili appeared in midair with a broad, smug grin on her face.

“Fumi-Fumi, looks like you had quite the good time, devi.”

“Shut up.”

“When you started saying stuff like, 『Aahhn, I’m gonna burst it everywhere♥』, even I burst out laughing, devi.”

“Seriously, stoooop iiiit!?”

My embarrassing secret history had been leaked within seconds.

“Ooooooh…”

As I clutched my head and rolled around in agony from sheer embarrassment, she looked down at me with obvious amusement before speaking again.

“Don’t worry. What happens in bed gets tossed away with your hookup, devi.”

“That makes me sound absolutely horrible!?”

“Well, none of that matters, devi. Actually, we captured the saint’s younger sister, devi.”

“It does matter… Wait, Claudia-san?”

“Devi-devi.”

“I see. So you ended up capturing her after all.”

As far as Detective JK was concerned, I had left everything entirely up to Lili.

I had told her,『You can capture her if you want, or you can let her escape.』

Because, to be honest, I simply wasn’t all that enthusiastic about it.

Despite the fact that she had apparently been trying to set me up, I had suffered almost no actual harm because of it. She was certainly of the opposite sex, but at this point, my image of her as nothing more than a friend had become far too strong.

On top of that, even if I tried to see her as a sexual target, she looked completely foreign, so as the timid sort of person I was, I somehow found myself feeling intimidated.

So even after hearing that she had been captured, I couldn’t get excited about it at all.

Simply put, I didn’t have enough love for her, nor did I have enough hatred.

I must have been wearing a gloomy expression.

Lili leaned her face close to my ear and whispered:

“I’ll tell you something interesting, devi. Apparently Detective JK suspected Saori was a demon and was laughing her head off while saying, 『I was just about to throw a shot put at her from behind,』 devi.”

“Alright, got it! Let’s tear her limb from limb right now!”

I take back everything I just said.

Hatred charged to one hundred and twenty percent.

There are certain boundaries in this world that you must never, ever cross.

And now I had no choice but to teach her that lesson firsthand.

‘Saori-chan! Your big brother is going to avenge you!’

Lili shrugged at me as I suddenly started getting worked up, then clapped her hands together.

“This is a good opportunity, devi. Let’s practice how to corrupt a saint!”

“How to corrupt a saint?”

“Devi-devi. Saints and clergy are the kind of people who can’t stand on their own two feet, devi. They’re weak people who somehow manage to keep living by leaning on vague things like gods, devi.”

Normally, when you think of saints or clergy, you picture admirable people, but apparently, from a demon’s point of view, that was how they saw them.

“So, you brainwash people like that and steal their worship away from God, devi. You make them worship the Confinement King instead of God, devi.”

“Like Ryoko?”

“No, devi. That was 『Subjugation』 caused by severe trauma, devi. Sure, if you go that far, you can completely corrupt someone, but that was more like a special trick that only works because we have Torture, who can heal them no matter how extreme things get, devi.”

“…Yeah, that’s true.”

“If we assume we’re not using Torture’s power, then half-hearted violence against a saint will have the opposite effect. In fact, saints are the sort who, when subjected to violence, start conveniently imagining that it’s some kind of trial and their faith can actually grow stronger, devi.”

“Ugh… that sounds like a pain… So what do we do?”

“You proceed with the brainwashing in stages, devi. First, you completely shatter the foundations of the saint’s faith—the sources of their confidence, devi.”

“The sources of their confidence?”

“Three things, devi: their reverence for angels, the abilities they were granted, and the self-affirmation that comes from believing they are righteous.”

Lili then began explaining the specifics.

The method itself was extremely simple. Setting aside the amount of effort it would take, it wasn’t particularly difficult.

Then, careful not to wake Fujiwara-san, I slowly pulled my arm out from beneath her head and quietly sat up.

“When the girl with the tiny breasts wakes up, I’ll have the maids take care of her, devi.”

“Yeah, I’m counting on you.”

I put on the clothes I had left strewn about, then stepped out into the hallway together with Lili.

×××

“What a mess…”

When I woke up, I—Claudia—found myself inside a pitch-dark room.

Thinking back, while I had been struggling after the maids pinned me down, a horned girl suddenly appeared and reached a hand toward my forehead.

That was where my memory cut off.

‘She was probably a demon… I mean, she had horns.’

I had imagined demons would look much more sinister, so her appearance had been rather unexpected.

‘So… where am I?’

When I twisted my body, I heard the clinking of chains.

Apparently, my arms and legs had been spread apart and restrained in a 『banzai』 position by chains hanging down from the ceiling.

‘I need to somehow stay alive until Onee-chan comes to rescue me, but…’

In any case, my only weapon was these eyes of mine—the eyes that could see through lies.

I had no choice but to use them well and talk my way into staying alive.

Of course, that depended entirely on whether whoever I was dealing with was someone willing to negotiate in the first place.

As I was thinking about that, the sound of a doorknob turning—gacha—echoed through the pitch-dark room, followed by the creak of a door opening.

Even with the door open, no light came spilling in.

Apparently, it was just as dark on the other side.

‘Someone’s… here.’

And yet, I could definitely sense someone’s presence.

I swallowed hard and strained my eyes into the darkness when, suddenly, a familiar voice spoke.

“Hey, Claudia-san.”

“…………Fumio?”

“Yeah. You look healthier than I expected.”

The moment he spoke, a blue light flickered about five meters ahead of me.

‘Even in a situation like this, my ability still works properly. And if it’s Fumio, maybe I can somehow manage this… He’s pretty softhearted, after all.’

A faint hope welled up inside me.

“Maybe I can somehow manage this if it’s Fumio… huh? You really are underestimating me.”

But at those words, something cold slid down my spine.

‘N-no way… can he read my mind?’

“Yeah. Exactly.”

The blue light flickered again.

He wasn’t lying.

“Ahaha… ahahaha… Peeking into a maiden’s secrets is pretty awful, you know. So, Fumio… just what are you?”

I stared intently toward the area where the blue light had been flickering.

But all that existed there was darkness so deep I couldn’t even make out the outline of a person.

“The Confinement King.”

I see.

When Shiratori had said『Confinement King VS Detective JK』, I’d thought she had come up with a pretty amusing name, but apparently it hadn’t been Shiratori’s own invention after all.

“So… what are you planning to do with me?”

“That depends on your attitude, Claudia-san. The people I’ve confined before have had their bodies torn apart, had their spinal cords pulled out, or been raped until they were on the verge of death, though.”

Terrifyingly, Fumio’s words just now were blue.

I could feel the blood draining from my face.

This man was dangerous.

Cold sweat immediately broke out all over my body.

‘You demon… Angel-sama, please punish this bastard!’

The moment I muttered that inwardly, Fumio snorted with laughter.

“W-what’s so funny!?”

“Everything. Let’s see… first, I’m not a demon. And second, no angel is going to pass judgment on us, nor are they going to come save you, Claudia-san. That’s simply not going to happen.”

‘Blue!? That’s impossible!’

Whether or not Fumio was a demon was one thing, but I couldn’t simply ignore him saying that Angel-sama would never pass judgment.

“W-wha… what do you mean by that!?”

“To put it simply, they don’t care. The idea that angels are watching over you is nothing more than something you people made up on your own.”

“T-that’s ridiculous. What basis do you have for saying something like that…?”

“I have a fallen angel among my subordinates, you see… and apparently, she used to rank far, far higher than the angel who gave you your abilities.”

“A-a fallen angel?”

“Yeah. According to what she… well, more accurately, according to what a demon extracted from her, angels giving abilities to humans is nothing more than a way to kill time. They give powers to some random person who catches their eye, that person makes a huge fuss over it and deepens their faith all on their own. Then the angels laugh at how stupid you are, and once they get bored, they toss you aside.”

“Like hell I’d believe something like that!”

“Even though you know I’m not lying?”

“Guh…”

It was true.

The light drifting beyond the darkness had remained blue the entire time.

I felt as though my own 『power to see through lies』 was condemning me.

“You’re free to doubt your own ability if you want, but I’m neither an ogre nor a demon. I may have become tainted by evil, but if something truly good exists, then I can still admire it. If you really are someone worthy of being called a saint, I wouldn’t mind letting you go.”

At Fumio’s sudden words, I instinctively raised my head.

‘There’s nothing to doubt! I’m right! I’m a saint!’

And then the blue light proving that his words,『I wouldn’t mind letting you go』were not a lie slowly drew closer to me.

It stopped about ten centimeters in front of my face.

Even at this distance, I still couldn’t make out so much as Fumio’s outline.

Just as I began hoping that, depending on how the conversation went, he might actually remove the chains—

“I heard you were going to hit Saori-chan with a shot put?”

—I flinched violently.

“Ah, th-that was…”

His voice clearly carried anger.

“A saint? A good person? Don’t make me laugh, you petty villain! You tried to hurt an innocent girl, and you call yourself a saint!? Since your beloved angel won’t do it, I’ll punish a petty villain like you myself!”

Then, his voice trembling with anger, he whispered into my ear.

“Guilty, Claudia-san.”

At that moment, the lights in the room came on.

A dazzling brightness stabbed into my retinas, and I instinctively narrowed my eyes.

Eventually, my eyes began adjusting to the glare, and little by little, my surroundings came into focus.

It was quite a large room.

I was restrained by chains in the center of it.

The floor was tiled in a black-and-white mosaic pattern, while all four walls were covered in mirrors—

“…W-wait! Wh-what am I wearing!?”

What I had on was a blue bustier-style set of sexy lingerie.

My breasts were completely exposed, with white frills around my waist.

As for the panties, there wasn’t even any fabric covering the most important part.

My cheeks instantly burned with embarrassment.

Just dressing in something girlish was embarrassing enough for me to begin with, but this had skipped straight past that entirely.

“Yeah. I figured cool colors would suit your pale skin, Claudia-san.”

Hearing Fumio’s voice behind me, I raised my head.

And through the mirror directly in front of me, I caught sight of him standing behind me.

“Y-You idiot! P-P-Put some clothes on already!”

Fumio stood there with his arms crossed, proudly puffing out his chest—completely naked.

‘Don’t tell me he’s been talking to me stark naked this whole time? What the hell is wrong with him!?’

“Put on clothes? When we’re about to do something you can’t do unless you’re naked?”

At those words, I could practically feel all the blood drain from my face.

No…I mean, from the moment I was captured by a demon, I’d thought something like this might happen.

Through the mirror, I stole a quick glance at Fumio’s crotch.

I had no idea what had gotten him excited, but he was already fully erect. Thick veins stood out along the grotesque shaft.

‘A-Ah… w-wait, h-hold on… A-Are all men’s… r-really that big!?’

As a holy woman, I had intended to remain celibate for the rest of my life. Carnal desire was the temptation of demons. Naturally, I had never gotten a proper look at a man’s member before.

And the first one I ever saw looked sinister just from its shape alone. It twitched and throbbed as though that part of him were a completely separate living creature.

Just having something like that dangling between their legs was enough to make me wonder if maybe all men ought to be exterminated as demons.

“Hey, Claudia. God is omniscient and omnipotent, right?”

Wondering what on earth had prompted the question, I stared at Fumio as he asked something so obvious.

“Of course! Which means, Fumio, God sees every wicked thing you do!”

“I see. Then God already knows that something terrible is about to happen to you, too. In other words, you could say this is a trial sent to you by God Himself.”

At Fumio’s words, I involuntarily caught my breath.

‘Huh? What? I mean… i-if you put it that way, I guess that’s true, but… huh? What?’

It was a ridiculous argument, yet I found myself genuinely confused.

If an omniscient, omnipotent God was allowing it to happen, then interpreting it as God’s will wasn’t, strictly speaking, an entirely unreasonable conclusion.

“W-W-Wait, Fumio! W-We’re f-friends, right? C-Come on, l-let’s just t-talk about this…”

“Don’t worry. I’m not so tactless that I’d interfere with a friend’s divine trial.”

As I desperately twisted against my restraints and cried out, Fumio’s reflection answered me with a broad, leering grin.

His long member—so long it looked as though it might reach all the way to my stomach if thrust inside—slowly drew closer between my legs.

“S-Stay away! F-Fumio, seriously, quit joking around! S-Stop it!”

I was forced up onto my tiptoes.

Even when I tried to clamp my thighs shut, chains held my legs spread far apart, leaving me helpless.

Worse still, the obscene blue underwear I had been made to wear seemed designed for no purpose other than arousing men. The crotch was split wide open, offering absolutely no protection.

“Well then, I wonder what a saint’s virginity tastes like. Sorry, but this is supposed to be a trial. It wouldn’t mean much if it didn’t hurt, so I’m not going to bother with any foreplay.”

“Eek!?”

Fumio whispers into my ear, and I choke back a sound deep in my throat.

He already has his hands around my waist from behind, and in the mirror I can see his mouth twisted into a lewd grin.

As if to say there’ll be no more arguing, he presses his rock-hard, fully erect dick against my tightly clenched opening.

And then—

Squelch! Rrrrip—!

“Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

—I scream.

The pain is so intense it feels as though my body is being torn clean in two.

My flesh clamps shut, trying to reject the thing forcing its way inside, but the enormous head brutally pries it apart.

My eyes fly so wide they feel ready to split at the corners, and a scream louder than anything I’ve ever made before bursts from my throat.

My body arches like a bow, and my arms and legs, suspended overhead in a spread-out position, strain so hard it hurts.

“H-Hiiih!? I-It hurts! Any farther and—! Hh, hiiiiii!”

The far-too-thick shaft thrust into me from behind slid deeper and deeper inside me, inching its way farther in with a wet, dragging motion.

For a moment, the dick ’s advance seemed to stop. Then, the next instant, there was a sharp snap and I felt something tear apart inside my abdomen.

“Ow! It hurts! It hurts so baaad!”

In agony unlike anything I’d ever felt before, I thrashed my head from side to side and cried out, too overwhelmed to care how shameless I sounded.

The sensation of something that had once been part of my own body being forcibly broken through filled me with intense fear. And yet, even then, the dick continued pushing deeper inside me.

The fleshy folds clung tightly around it, desperately trying to resist its advance. But the swollen glans mercilessly ravaged the inside of my vagina.

“Fuguh!?”

Before long, a heavy impact struck somewhere around the bottom of my stomach, and the dick finally stopped moving.

“Phew… It’s all the way in now, Claudia-san.”

“U… ugh…”

My stomach felt hot. I didn’t have enough composure left to answer him.

Tormented by a dull, throbbing pain, I was struggling just to breathe. Fumio grabbed my chin and forced me to raise my face.

“Look, you can see it, can’t you? Your pussy is happily swallowing my dick.”

In the mirror, my body looked as though my lower abdomen was bulging because of the thing thrust inside me. The flesh around my vulva had been dragged inward by the dick and folded inside.

The sight of that enormous dick thrust inside them was far too shocking.

“Pull it out! Pull it oooout! I said, pull it out!”

“Hm? Sure, okay?”

When I raise my voice in anger, Fumio slowly begins pulling his hips back. The instant he does, another sharp stab of pain assaults me, and I scream again.

“Nnhih! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! D-don’t, don’t move!”

“You tell me to pull it out, then tell me not to move. You’re pretty demanding…”

“A-Aaaaaaaaahhh!? I-I said it hurts!”

As though savoring my screams, Fumio wears a vulgar grin as he pulls more than half of his dick out of my vagina.

“Haa… haa, haa… th-that’s enough already… p-please, let me go…”

The me reflected in the mirror is barely able to catch my breath. In such a short span of time, my face already looks terribly haggard.

‘Why do I have to go through something this awful…?’

Between the gaps of my indecent underwear, I can see my crotch. From the force of him pulling out, each fold has been dragged outward, one by one.

The slit that had been tightly closed just moments ago was now stretched open to an almost painful degree, and I despaired at how irreversible it looked.

“Forgive you? No way. Something like this doesn’t even count as a trial…It’ll be fine. Once it gets to the point where going any further would really be dangerous, I’m sure the angel-sama will come save you.”

“Th-That’s…”

The color clinging to Fumio’s words was red. He didn’t believe for even a moment that the angel-sama would actually come to save me.

“So, with that said, the trial continues.”

After making that declaration, Fumio thrust his previously withdrawn dick back in, aiming deep into my vagina.

“Guh! Hyaa!?”

The sudden thrust made my body, still raised up on tiptoe, sway violently. But it didn’t end with that single thrust. Fumio immediately began pumping in and out.

“Nngh—ah, ah, it hurts—kh, ah, ah, aaah!”

Jubu, jubu—the obscene, wet sounds echoed rhythmically off the walls. Every time his hips slammed forcefully against me, sweat scattered all around.

“Eek! It’s moving! Inside me! Th-the huge one! It’s grinding around in thereee! It hurts! I said it hurts! S-stop ittt!”

Impaled by his dick, I was like a broken toy.

Gaku, gaku—my body was helplessly jolted back and forth in time with the movement of his hips.

“You keep whining that it hurts, it hurts… Fine, then I’ll make it feel a little better for you.”

From behind, Fumio began fondling my breasts.

“D-don’t do that, ahh…”

Fumio’s hands crawled over my pale skin. As he kneaded the entirety of my breasts with his palms, he slowly rubbed over my nipples. The practiced way his hands moved disgusted me. Each time he stroked my nipples, which had become stiff and hard, a faint, electric current of pleasure ran through my entire body.

“I-it doesn’t feel good at all. D-don’t touch my breasts…”

“Hey, hey, a saint shouldn’t be telling lies. And it’s not just your breasts. By now, the inside must’ve gotten used to it and started feeling good too, right?”

“Haa, haa… There’s no way that’s true, you idiooot…”

“You’re pretty stubborn…”

Then Fumio nodded as though something had suddenly occurred to him.

“『Etiquette Instructor』──Etiquette Setting: If it feels good, proper etiquette is to say thank you!”

“Huh?”

Fumio suddenly started spouting something that made absolutely no sense, and I instinctively furrowed my brows.

But as though mocking me for that, he thrust his hips upward with a powerful zun.

“Eek!?”

The instant a cry involuntarily escaped me, words began pouring from my mouth on their own, completely ignoring my will.

“Thank you very muuuch!”

“See? I knew it felt good after all.”

“N-no! Fumio! Wh-what did you do to me!?”

But Fumio ignored my voice and began moving his hips even more violently.

“Ahiiih!? Ahn, th-thank you, thank—nhih! Th-thank youuu! Ahn, ah, ah, ah, th-thank you very muuuch!”

My body was betraying me.

I had already reached my limit. The moment I thought, I can’t take this anymore, I felt my reason beginning to melt away.

“Th-thank you! It’s good! Ahn! Thank youuu! Hih, th-thank youuu!”

I couldn’t think about anything anymore.

Before I even realized it, I had started moving my own hips in time with the thrusting dick.

What was reflected in the mirror was no longer a saint, but nothing more than a lewd woman.

Large tears streamed one after another from my blue eyes, while drool hung messily from my slackened mouth.

“Th-thank, thank! Thank youuu! Hin! Ah, ah, uah, ahn, thank youuuu!”

‘This is a lie. This can’t be real…’

While continuously thanking him for violating me, I desperately tried to deny the situation I was in.

‘This is impossible… impossible… This is a dream. It has to be…’

I tried to convince myself that this wasn’t reality, that it was merely a dream.

But the sensation of the dick pulsing deep inside my abdomen refused to disappear.

If anything, the more conscious I became of it, the more overwhelmingly its presence blotted out everything else in my mind.

“Thank you, thank you very much! It’s good, aaah, thank youuu!”

I writhed uncontrollably. Then, amid the violent thrusting, the erection inside my vagina began twitching and convulsing. I could feel the gland, compressed by the vaginal walls, suddenly swelling even larger.

‘Huh… wh-what?’

Fear began swelling inside me at the sudden change occurring deep within my womb.

“I’m going to let all of it out inside your pussy.”

At those words from Fumio, I felt as though my heart had plunged into an even deeper abyss. It was horrifying. Just thinking about it was horrifying.

“Nooo! Anything but that! Stop! Please, stop… I don’t want to give birth to Fumio’s baby!”

The more desperately I begged, the heavier Fumio’s breathing became.

The back-and-forth movement of his hips grew even more violent, accelerating until it felt as though the folds of flesh inside me would be rubbed raw.

It was almost as if he were trying to burn away even my ability to think.

“Stop, stop it! Thank you very much— I’m going to break! I’m breakinggg!”

But as though he had no intention whatsoever of listening to my pleas, Fumio slammed his dick particularly hard into the deepest part of my pussy. At that instant—

Byuru! Byurururu! Byururururu!

—A large amount of cloudy white fluid burst from the swollen tip of his gland and flooded into my womb.

“Nooooo! You’re cumming! Inside my vagina, i-inside me, your semen, your semen is—aaaah! Thank you very muuuch! Ah, it’s hot, so hoooot!”

The seed poured into me. It was so hot it felt almost scalding, spreading through the inside of my vagina and flowing toward my uterus.

And that sensation pushed me straight over the edge.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

After Fumio had finished releasing every last drop inside my vagina, he pulled out the dick that had been buried within me.

“Aah… thank you very much… thangk yoo verrry mush… ahn…”

In my hazy, fading consciousness, words of gratitude kept spilling mindlessly from my mouth.

His dick was slowly dragged out, its surface glistening obscenely with the fluids clinging to it.

Looking down, I saw that the slit of mine that had remained chaste until only moments ago had been brutally torn open.

The fleshy hole, stretched wide by that enormous cock, stayed gaping instead of closing. The upturned folds twitched and spasmed, while frothy, cloudy-white fluid dripped from the opening with wet, bubbling sounds.

I was already at my limit.

Still hanging there with both arms raised, chained in place, I let my head slump forward.

And just before I lost consciousness, my mouth ignored my will and moved on its own again.

“Thank you very muuuch…”