I believe there’s a vast difference between nudity and erotic content, like heaven and earth.
“Hoh, this is artificially made. It moves by magic power, right!”
I don’t dislike nudity. Of course, I’m talking about looking at it, and only female bodies.
“So the speed from before was body enhancement magic…”
The first one was fine, a stable lineup, and the ace, Godspeed Mode Two. For the second one, Mode Two and the prescient Mind’s Eye disappeared, and I fought with only Godspeed, but my braced leg broke.
From then on, I couldn’t do anything. I was overwhelmed by sheer power and was cut, stabbed, punched, and kicked. I’m alive only because a demon woman stopped them.
“Hold it firmly, I’ll inject magic power.”
My wrists were caught by a black, gleaming Knight and I was lifted, my feet not touching the ground. The demon woman kindly healed my cuts and stab wounds just enough to keep me from dying.
I was left hanging and exposed, my entire body naked, from my hands to my feet. My trousers were removed too, and my partner dangled freely.
The magic power the demon woman injected was cold, unlike Sophia’s. She placed her hand on my chest and injected it, but the magic power was so intense I thought my heart would stop.
A faint flow of magic power. My left prosthetic arm began to move silently and emitted a super vibration. The demoness, Alma Rosenberg, smiled with satisfaction, and she was very cute.
“Hmm, reinforcement still needs a little more… Hold my legs too, I might thrash.”
I don’t have the strength to thrash anymore. My legs were spread wide and held apart, making my crotch feel cool and breezy, leaving me completely immobile.
“… P-Please stop.”
“Hm? You can still speak. I’m just injecting magic power. Let me examine you a little more.”
Alma Rosenberg placed her hand on my chest. The cold magic power spread from her chest, and it felt like it would freeze me from my fingertips to my toes.
“Hmm, no changes? …Gah!”
I told you to stop. The runaway magic power surged upwards from below towards Alma Rosenberg’s throat, and I swung my Buster Sword.
No one can dodge this attack. It’s an absolute critical hit. Ah, my tip hurts.
“Ugh, ugh. Wh-What is this!?”
You wouldn’t understand. You wouldn’t understand the suffering and pleasure of a man who received demonic blood and became this way. How much pain have I endured because of this? How many delicious experiences have I had?
“Who are you!?”
I already introduced myself. I’m just a reincarnator with cheat abilities, thanks to Rufina. The experiment is over, so can I go home now?
“Interesting! How interesting, human! I never thought such a human would exist. Let go of my legs, I want to examine you more.”
This is bad, she’s become interested. The demoness, Alma Rosenberg, gripped my Buster Sword tightly and injected more magic power directly.
“Ouch! Damn it! Stop it, you perverted woman!”
The magic power, exceeding my limits, assaulted me with intense pain. Alma held down my Buster Sword, which pulsed and throbbed but didn’t change in size or thickness.
“Hoh, then let’s try withdrawing the magic power.”
My Buster Sword turned into a Petty Knife, and her hands let go. The physical pain subsided, but the pain to my pride intensified.
“I see. Then, once more.”
Alma injected magic power again. In response, my Petty Knife transformed back into a Buster Sword. She continued until I screamed, then withdrew the magic power, turning it back into a Petty Knife. She repeated this endlessly, until my pride and tears ran dry.
“Damn it! Just kill me already!”
I will never choose death. I believe that death is the end, and I want to never give up until the very end, but this was too much. Please just kill me.
“Hahahaha, I won’t kill you. It would be a waste. Yes, I’ll take you with me… No, I’ll make you my husband. It’s too precious to let go of something so interesting.”
I hate such a proposal. I’d prefer it in a restaurant with a beautiful night view. I want to spit on this demon, but even my saliva tastes like blood.
“What’s wrong, displeased? Is that it!? Are you concerned about that woman, my dear husband? If so, I’ll take her with me and create a chimera with you. Then it will be fine. Hey, bring that woman here.”
An Undead Knight began to move slowly. A chimera!? I won’t accept that! I looked around with eyes that were only half-open.
Nearby were the remnants of my torn clothes and an Orietta Knife. If I don’t at least stab this thing in the face with this knife, I won’t be satisfied.
Towards the Undead Knight who held my hands and wouldn’t let go, I used my trained abdominal muscles to bend my body deeper than an L-shape and rammed my knees into its face.
Even after receiving a knee strike to the face, the Undead Knight didn’t falter. This should be good, right? This is good, isn’t it, Priscilla?
The Undead Knight split in half from its torso and exploded. The Halberd that flew in was faster than the speed of sound.
“UOOOOH!”
As I was thrown away, a shockwave exceeding the speed of sound hit me.
“You! The moment I look away, this happens!”
In front of me, now lying on my side, a golden Lycanthrope shone in the moonlight amidst the dust. Furthermore, bluish sparks were erupting in various places.
Are you angry, Priscilla? That Halberd just now, did you intend to split me in half? You looked at my knee strike before throwing it, right?
“You seemed to have had quite a bit of fun.”
Priscilla grabbed my Buster Sword and lifted it. Having used up my last bit of strength, my head and feet were on the ground, with only my waist floating.
Stop! It hurts! It’s coming off! It’s stretching!?
“Who is it!? What are you doing to my husband!”
Why are so many people fanning the flames? Don’t they think about putting out a fire once it starts? Doesn’t Alma Rosenberg realize she’s stepping on a landmine?
“Whaaaaaaat!”
I was lifted to Priscilla’s head height and slammed down. I shouldn’t have stepped on a landmine.
“Guh! Gu gu guuu, ugh..”
After being slammed down, the usual strangulation followed, lifting me to Priscilla’s head height again. Priscilla, the enemy is over there.
“What do you mean, husband!”
Did I say this before? I can’t speak while my neck is being choked open! Let go, or I’ll be killed by Priscilla before the demon.
“I’ve decided to make that man my husband because he seems interesting.”
You, shut up! Switch places with me! You deserve to have your neck broken by Priscilla. I was slammed down again. Which one is the enemy!?
“Are you an idiot!? There’s no way I’d just give him away!”
A battle between two women over one man. Who will win; Alma? Priscilla? Right now, I’m closest to heaven.
“Well, fine. I have no intention of fighting a golden Lycanthrope unarmed. I’ll take him eventually.”
Alma Rosenberg spat her parting words and vanished like the wind. All that remained were me and five Undead Knights.
Poor Undead Knights. I can’t help but pity them as they became the outlet for Priscilla’s rage. I wish they could have lasted a little longer, enough to calm Priscilla’s anger.
“UGAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
Priscilla, have you forgotten you’re human? My eardrums hurt from your angry roar. The surrounding massive stones and trees have now been reduced to miniature class and finally met my gaze.
A shy heart averts its eyes. It’s more like a frog staring at a snake. Ah, I…
Lauenstein Castle fell, and there was a great commotion in the middle of the night. Humans attempted to escape from Lauenstein. Pursuers were quickly dispatched, but only Alma Rosenberg returned.
That night, an eerie voice was heard south of Lauenstein. Was it the resentment of a Knight who had traversed the battlefield, or the vengeance of a revenant?
Those who heard the voice said in one accord, “You must not hear that, you must not see that.” Listen carefully, what is that voice saying?
“I will devour you! I will devour you! I will devour everything!”
No one goes near. What would happen if they did… I don’t even want to think about it. That is a place the living must not go.
Unfortunately, a woman was there. Marte Lindhorne Lauenstein, the daughter of the Lord of Lauenstein Castle.
She saw what no one should see and stepped into a world of madness. But fortunately, as a resident of the world of madness, she was able to regain her sanity. With a sliver of madness remaining.
She would later cross over to the Keibeck Kingdom. With a single Knife to her chest. There, she fulfilled her promise and later became a nun.
In her heart, there was always that man. Someone she could never meet, never embrace. Thinking of that man with the Knife she received as he departed.
She never parted with that Knife, no matter the time. Even when called a saint, she continued to wield tremendous influence within the Keibeck Kingdom as a “Saint permitted to wear a Sword.”
She had not returned to God or sworn allegiance to him. In her heart, there was always that man. To the extent that she could die if told to.
She would draw her Knife night after night. In her own time, when no one else was around, when she was alone. A time that no one could see, no one could know.
She would embrace the Knife. Thinking of that man, like a maiden yearning for love.
“Ah, I want to devour…”
The time when her madness awakens. The time of madness that continued even when she was called a saint. Something that must not be known by anyone.
Marte Lindhorne Shin, wavering between sanity and madness.
That’s how she introduced herself, in another story…
