After peeling off the fabric, his skin was completely exposed to the cool air.

The blond bladesman knelt on the bed in the posture requested by the young man,

His heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness about the unknown.

According to the magazines he read when he bought a bathrobe in Manya,

What happened next would be very painful at first.

This was inevitable.

Then..,

When he endured past the initial stage,

What followed was a wonderful feeling of pleasure.

That should make people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves,

Although it was short..,

But it was very intense, far beyond any other experience.

Because of the urgency of time and excessive nervousness, at that time, he only hurriedly glanced at the picture with a blushing face and his heart beating fast. He also swallowed the text and only picked a few bold sentences to read.

In the long life of a blade, as a bladesman, although Yamamochi had heard about the corner of the wall,

He had even watched it up close,

But his natural shyness made him so far stay at the beginner stage of not knowing and not knowing about that matter.

His lack of knowledge caused his first "service" to fail miserably.

Therefore..,

Yamamochi, who seriously summed up his experience, recalled the few words in the magazine over and over again,

And combined with his past experience, he guessed and inferred,

Only then was there a second "service" under the preparation.

Something was stuck to his back.

Fu Mourning God, who had been immersed in his own thoughts, was pulled back to consciousness by this touch.

All the nerves in his body seemed to be concentrated on his back,

As The Inquisitor's fingers wandered, they automatically followed, keenly transmitting all the details back one by one.

The raised and concave of the index finger's fingerprint,

The cold snake-like body temperature, every time it stopped, every time it moved, it seemed to be without any pattern,

But it also implied a pattern,

From slightly itchy to anxious,

From the fear of being touched to the unwillingness to be separated … In just a few minutes, the Divine Inquisitor just sat by his side calmly, her eyelashes slightly lowered, and the corners of her mouth curled up. She stroked his body with a deep meaning.

"Pa!" After being touched from head to toe, The Inquisitor slapped his butt.

A warm current rushed to Yamamochi's head.

This was just the beginning. After a few more "pa pa" sounds, her fair skin suddenly turned red, and there were even finger prints mixed in.

The saber was stunned.

"Yamamochi, do you know that your body is very beautiful?"

The black-haired young man seemed to be tired and stopped his movements. Then, he opened his mouth rather abruptly, breaking the dull but strangely balanced atmosphere in the room. "And such a posture is also very precious."

Due to his posture, blood rushed to his brain, and he was in a daze. The words entered his head, but he could not fully decipher the meaning.

He raised his head from his folded arms and turned towards the direction of the young man with a blank and ignorant expression.

"Because it's precious, it needs to be cherished even more, right?"

"… However …"

"Do you think I'll cherish what you've given me?"

The corners of The Inquisitor's pursed lips suddenly curled up, and his dark eyes were suddenly tainted with a dark aura.

Yamamochi, who was naturally sensitive to spiritual energy, could not help but shudder.

"I've slept with hundreds, if not thousands, of people with a body like yours.

It's just like eating. No matter how delicious it is, you'll naturally get sick of it after eating too much.

But if you get sick of it, you can't not eat it.

Because, if you don't eat it, you'll have nothing to do, and it'll be even more boring … "

The black-haired young man touched his chin, looking extremely distressed, but the wildness and coldness of an animal's hunting emerged bit by bit in his eyes.

"Do you know what the person in front of you likes the most?"

He leaned close, reached out and lifted the saber blond's chin, and imprisoned him in his arms. "… I like …"

"Blood, cries, and howls."

"I especially like the screams you make on the bed."

"Like a frightened rabbit struggling desperately, very vivid and cute.

I really can't help it, more blood, more crying, and so on … "

In the emerald green eyes, the black-haired young man's face was distorted, and bloodthirsty madness appeared in his black eyes.

His originally calm and steady spiritual energy seemed to be swept by a storm in an instant, becoming violent and turbulent.

The boundless sense of deterrence and danger oppressed Yamamochi, completely swallowing him into his stomach.

Danger, danger, danger, danger!!

Leave, leave, leave, leave!!!

Alarms rang in the saber blond's mind, stimulating him into chaos.

His limbs were as heavy as iron, and cold sweat seeped out of his pores. He could only watch helplessly as the young man's fingers came to that place, as if he was going to cut him in half from the most unguarded and fatal place.

"Are you afraid?"

The young man breathed hot air into his ear, like a demon swallowing food, and asked hypocritically in front of the weak.

"…"

Yamamochi could not make a sound at all.

"Oh … I forgot, you're the lord attendant.

You're the one who's volunteered to take on the 'humiliation' of your companions.

Why would you be afraid … "

"The Yamamochi Kokuhiro of our This Pill is very responsible and courageous. He's a good saber worthy of respect."

Hearing this, Yamamochi Kokuhiro's sweat-drenched, pale, and weak face suddenly turned green and red.

If he could not even hear the ridicule and disgust in the young man's words, he would have lived in vain for so many years.

The Inquisitor knew that he was afraid.

And this fear was mercilessly despised by the young man.

No, it was not despise.

… The young man did not care at all.

He was just mocking him.

Like an omniscient and omnipotent god, he was mocking the wantonly struggling and trying to escape from a creation that was already doomed.

This kind of mockery was like looking at an ant, and he was too lazy to even look at it.

"Since you 'can't wait' to beg me so many times, then I'll fulfill your wish today …"

The Divine Inquisitor's smile disappeared, and her eyes turned completely cold.

He clasped Yamamochi Kokuhiro's body tightly, and in his other hand, he held the Fu Mourning God who had given him the characteristics of both sexes.

… The towering waves swept him into the violent sea.

… The hot sea invaded his lungs.

… He lost his sight.

… He was thrown high into the sky.

… He was pressed into the deep sea.

… His consciousness shattered into countless tiny particles.

… They scattered into the boundless sea.

Every single particle was experiencing that fleeting yet incomparably long torture over and over again.

… It was painful and sweet.

… He still wanted more …

… Blank … blank … blank …

Yamamochi Kokuhiro suddenly opened his eyes.

He was still leaning in the arms of the young man.

He was drenched, and he was in a daze. It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like only a moment.

"Are you satisfied?"

The Inquisitor's voice was languid and lingering, like a hundred-year-old red wine, mellow and irresistible.

The blond blade quickly reached out and covered his eyes.

If possible, he even wanted to plug his ears.

He …

The scene that flashed through his vision for a moment just now was too shameful.

But even if he covered his eyes, his sense of smell was still normal.

He could still smell the stench of the liquid that belonged to him …

"This, this …"

After a long while, Yamamochi Kokuhiro barely suppressed the shock brought by the fact that he had done something. His rationality returned, and he stammered, "Just now, you … were …"

Everything returned to its correct position in an instant.

The black fog that had once shrouded his head dissipated.

He could hardly figure out why a moment ago, he still firmly believed the conclusion that The Inquisitor forced his companions to sleep with him.

"It's considered a medium dose."

The Inquisitor peeled him off, got up, and threw him a dry towel, "This is what I did to Hasebe, Tarō Tarō, and the others."

"I see that you also enjoyed it …"

"So, next time, if you want it, don't look like you're in pain, okay?"

The black-haired young man wrapped himself in the quilt and ignored the stormy sea of emotions of the other person on the bed. He lay down, adjusted the height of the pillow, closed his eyes, and was ready to fall asleep at any time.

Yamamochi Kokuhiro's hands trembled as he wiped his body with a towel. Halfway through, he was pulled over by The Inquisitor again.

"Sleep."