24 Hearts

Chapter 98

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Side Story 2, Arhil-If you hadn’t come in time.

Her companions and the townspeople shouting Arhil’s name, pushed into the attic at once. She clenched her teeth and stretched out her fist. She thought she had held up with great vigor, but her companions had grabbed her fist so easily. She punched and tried to pull out her clenched fist, but her hand did not budge. Her companion, possessed by a ghost, smirked and then laughed.

“You’re tough.”

Her vision tumbled, and a rough blow hit her body. Her weakened body struggled to withstand even that small shock. As she groaned, she felt her consciousness falter.

“You’re very cute.”

As the eerie voice mumbled, the last thing she saw was the wicked fingers tearing her clothes off.

“God, that’s a great body.”

The ghosts looked down at Arhil as they drooled in admiration. As the veil she wore on her head fell off, her light brown, rich hair cascaded out, and her torn nun suit hid her ample breasts. Though, it carved through the white garter, making her chest pronounced.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody with such a beautiful body in my lifetime. I’m glad I died and can possess people now. Heh.”

A ghost controlling a person’s body chuckled as he took off his pants. Everyone behind him did the same and flexed their shoulders. Arhil couldn’t move her body as she wishes, and her consciousness wanted to forget the nasty sight in front of her. She felt dirty. Arhil tried to tell them to get rid of her right away, but she could only drool out of her mouth and not say anything else. Her body froze, and she couldn’t speak. All she could do was wriggle and groan.

‘Why is my body not moving?!’

A ghost in possession of her companion’s body pulled up the cloth covering Arhil’s thigh. Shame ran through her body when she felt their gazes on her white stocking and underwear. The tips of his thick fingers stroked over the fabric.

“Hah, you’re trembling. Are you a priest and a virgin? I’m sorry. You’ve been living without knowing the good feeling of pleasure. We’ll give you a big present today.”

His fingers pricked and poked over her cloth and tucked a little inside her body. The unpleasant feeling sickened her as the foreign object came in with the fabric. He giggled and rubbed his stiff fingers over his panties. Tears ran down Arhil’s eyes. All she could do was wriggle her body while looking at them blankly.

“No…”

Het voice managed to speak, but her body still refused to move. Arhil felt that all of her days of protecting the hall broke her down as much. She felt like a cracked glass that would break at the slightest touch. The panties, acting like her last protection, were taken off of her. The ghost took it to his nose and smelled it. Around him, other men approached, violating her and teasing her with lustful words.

“…King. Why?”

Why did he give her this despair? Why didn’t he save her? Why didn’t he answer her plead?

Was it foolish to pray and protect them from the ghosts and not abandoning them? Should she have abandoned them and ran away?

“Calling for your king won’t save you. You are destined to be miserable and die.”

Ghosts violated and mocked her.

The ghosts ignored her beliefs.

The ghosts mocked even the Castle King.

But why didn’t he punish them?

She knew. She knew that there weren’t one or two people asking for his attention. She knew he wouldn’t answer them all. She knew that he wouldn’t be able to meet all of their needs. She didn’t think she was special. But couldn’t he help her during this desperate second? She had been calling him for over ten days.

“I’m going in!”

The man’ tried to push his tip on the opening of her vagina. When she felt it thrust in a little, the man suddenly panicked. He pulled his waist out, groaned, and ejaculated with a whip. Dirty white turbid fluid scattered all over her body.

“Kyahaha, what are you doing? He came way too early! How embarrassing, you barely touched her!”

“Hah. Step aside. You wasted your chance. Let me try her!”

“Idiot. That’s not it!”

The man shouted as if it was a misunderstanding. And like a contagious disease, other men nearby suddenly shrieked, trembled, and spattered out semen. Their ejaculation started without any stimulation, but they kept spewing out their semen as they tingled. At first, they were confused, but soon their concern began to grow.

“What is this?”

“Why won’t it stop?! It keeps coming out!”

The ghosts who controlled the bodies hollered. Their semen didn’t stop even if they held their shaft and covered its head.

“Kuhah! It’s painful!”

As the ejaculation continued, their pleasure turned into pain. Every time they came, their body dried out, and their energy depleted. The embarrassed ghosts tried to get out of the bodies, but they couldn’t get out as something held them down. They screamed, struggled with pain, and soon died with no answers as to why. Their semen scattered across the walls, floors, and ceilings, and they collapsed with their mummified corpses.

The smell of chestnut flowers began to flutter in the air. Arhil muttered, staring blankly in the air, despite the chaos that just went down.

“Huh, it smells good.”

A woman appeared in front of the room with the sound of high heels meeting the floor. She was a very bewitching and beautiful woman. Her clothes exposed her figure, so her big breasts, narrow waist, and greedy hips caught Arhil’s glance. However, it was clear that she was not human, with the tail on her ass, wings on the back, and the horns protruding between her hair.

Even if it wasn’t like that, she had a charm that couldn’t be considered human.

No man was around to behold her, but if there were, they would drool through their open mouths, just looking at her walk. She saw Arhil lying on her floor, and with her red hair flying in the wind, she walked up close to her and looked down with a smile.

“Oh, you poor thing.”

She sat on her knees and reached out her hand to Arhil. As her white, delicate hands touched and stroked her cheeks, Arhil jerked her back.

“Hey! Wait!”

She reached her peak. Arhil felt a rush of pleasure, and then her lower body cramped as her body showered out her love fluids. She was embarrassed and confused, but soon her it disappeared with the pleasure she had never felt since birth. She gasped her breath wildly. A smile curved on the lips of the woman watching her.

It was a natural reaction.

There was no way a human can endure being in front of Asmodeus, the woman who reigned lust. Asmodeus slowly lowered her hand, stroking her cheeks again. Arhil’s body that trembled from the pleasure calmed down at her touch. Her ragged breathing eased with it.

“I thought about it from the moment I saw you. You have qualities that are too precious to be broken like this. I was on my way to watch Jinmu under Altemia’s orders… But then, I saw you.”

“Huh?”

“Yes. I think you’d be better. Lost little baby. Abandon the castle king who lost your faith. He won’t remember nor care about you anyway. It was me who saved you. How about believing in me rather than a holy king who had forsaken your loyalty? I can be your faith.”

Arhil did not answer. No, she couldn’t answer. The moment she put her hand on her cheek, pleasure enchanted her being. Like the feeling of someone, you love hugging your body tightly, filling you with joy.

And as her hand descended on her body, the frustration and pain she felt seemed to be washed away. She felt bliss. She felt a sense of euphoria that could not be explained by any words. And, sweetly into her ears, she whispered.

“I won’t abandon you, unlike the king. I won’t watch you suffer. I’ll save you. I’ll take you out of this dirty place. Trust me. Follow me.”

The voice resounded in her mind, engraving into her soul.

Who was she?

Arhil wanted to ask, but no sound came from her mouth. But the answer came as if she heard her.

“I am Asmodeus, in the seat of lust among the seven deadly sins and the defender of Artemia, the seventh lord of the demon world.”

Devil…?

“Yes, a devil. But is that important? I saved you, who was forgotten by your king. I’m different from him. Come on. Will you not go with me?”

Her voice cooed like a strange magic spell. Arhil wondered if this was what it felt like to be possessed, and even though she thought that she shouldn’t, her head nodded by itself at Asmodeus’ pleas. Yes, she saved me. Jopiel didn’t answer, but she did.

“It’s Asmodeus.”

Mistress Asmodeus herself had appeared to save her. This person was different from King Jopiel. She wouldn’t just forsake her faith.

“Yes, I won’t betray your loyalty.”

Asmodeus smirked. She didn’t need to persuade her after she rescued her right before her sanity broke. Arhil fell fascinated by the magic of Asmodeus and was changed like a puppet. Her object of faith switched from Jopiel to Asmodeus. Her faith in Jopiel turned into hostility, and her boundary with Asmodeus turned into faith.

“Come on, take my hand. You will be my apostle, believe in me, and move for me.”

Her fine hand reached out in front of Arhil’s hazy eyes. Her body, which she thought would not move, moved. Arhil replied, holding her hand.

“…Yes, I’ll be happy to do that.”

It was the moment that Jopiel’s priest, Arhil, became an apostle of the demon Asmodeus. The village of Cherryu turned fell into ruins without a single survivor, with only the rain filling out the void.

─ Side Story 2, Arhil-If you hadn’t come on time.

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