Chapter 524 Embodiment, Part ②
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Phew… ♡”
When I asked the question, Mother Marian let out a heavy, world-weary sigh. She was the absolute definition of enchanting; her s*x appeal wasn’t just maxed out – it had undergone a Limit Break¹ and was practically bursting at the seams.
Any ordinary man would have been so mesmerized by the sight that he wouldn’t have been able to squeeze out another word. However, I haven’t been surrounding myself with beautiful women and running an adult magic goods shop² for nothing.
As a man, a wave of regret started to wash over me for making a woman like her wear such a look, but I gritted my teeth and pushed forward.
”For these past two years, I really need you to tell me – exactly how have you been using our products?”
”……Haa ♡”
Whether my “passion” actually got through to her or not, Marian placed a hand against her cheek and sighed again. Finally looking resigned, she locked eyes with me. Without a word, she rose smoothly from the sofa.
”Mother…?”
”If you’re going to be that persistent… fine ♡. I’ll show you exactly what kind of ‘training’ I’ve been doing… ♡”
A shiver ran down my spine. The sheer “pressure” she radiated, the raw magnetism… I almost recoiled, wondering if she had been holding back this whole time. I forced some steel into my gut and stayed put.
Mother Marian walked away with brisk, confident steps before spinning around. Her every movement seemed to demand, (Watch my every move closely ♡.)
Her long purple hair, the beauty mark near her eye, the voluptuous curves that her black nun’s habit couldn’t possibly contain – she was eroticism personified. She stood there, just one step away from a public indecency charge.
She lightly pinched the fabric of her skirt and lifted it. Naturally, her pure white ankles peeked out from beneath the hem. (How can even her ankles be this lewd?) I felt a surge of inexplicable irritation, wondering what she was playing at.
”…Once you see this, words won’t be necessary── ♡”
Thump. Clatter──.
As she whispered in that “healing” voice, the sound of two objects hitting the floor echoed through the room. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There, under her lifted skirt, between those white ankles… rolling on the floor were──.
”…In short, that’s how it is.”
Looking a bit embarrassed but remaining resolute, Mother Marian spoke. She crouched down, gathered the items, and placed them on the desk. They were coated in a viscous liquid, shimmering greasily under the light.
”…Are you satisfied now ♡?”
Lined up on the desk were a “Ddo-Buddy”³ and an “Anal-use Ddo-Buddy”. They weren’t quite as battered as “Warrior Alex”⁴, but both were soot-stained and clearly well-worn.
I was stunned. The words wouldn’t come. My brain flat-out refused to process the reality of it. Instead, a flood of memories raced through my head – that “revolving lantern”⁵ moment people describe when they’re facing death.
It started with the decadent days spent with my love-slave Lily, the “Howling” of the love-wolf Aerith, the heresy trial⁶, and that night I headbutted Her Majesty the Queen. I saw the faces of everyone I’d fathered children with, the days those kids were born, and the sight of Sister Amelia in the blessed Great Cathedral….
There’s a theory that this “revolving lantern” effect is just the brain frantically searching for a way to survive a crisis. Was that really what was happening to me right now?
Among the chaos of my memories, I grabbed hold of a specific detail: the investigation I’d done before Alex’s resurrection. Back then, Mother Shireen and Sister Amelia had mentioned, “When we’re busy, we do our work while ‘training’…”
I also recalled a theory I’d had back then – one I’d dismissed as impossible. Judging by the disastrous state of Alex, I had wondered if the user had been keeping him inside for over ten hours a day, every single day.
I swallowed hard. On the desk sat the two Ddo-Buddies, coated in a fluid that was either lotion or Marian’s own nectar. Since they had switches, both were vibration-equipped models.
Come to think of it, I’d been too dazed to notice, but when they hit the floor, hadn’t they been buzzing and trembling──? Shaking with dread, my lips finally managed to form a question. My voice was hoarse and thin, surprising even me.
”C-could it be… you’ve had them inside… this whole time…?”
”……That’s right.”
Marian turned her face away as she admitted it. Something snapped deep in my head; my vision started to go blurry. I forced myself to stay conscious and kept talking.
”…I-isn’t that dangerous? I mean, don’t you get rashes? Or abrasions…?”
”…That’s all part of the ‘training.’ It’s a way to learn that while there is pleasure, an excess of it is harmful. Or rather, it’s a way to temper every single orifice.”
She told me she could treat herself and that it wasn’t a problem, answering my completely off-target question. I knew there were more important things to ask, but those were the only words I could find.
”……”
”……”
An awkward silence descended. But thanks to that, my brain finally started clicking into gear, and memories of Marian began to play back. I remembered the day we first met – how she’d come to the shop, swaying her hips, and slapped me with a heresy charge.
”Wait… by any chance, on the day we first met, were you also…?”
”…That’s right. From the day I first met Alex-kyun, I realized these were tools that had to be subjugated.”
Does that mean that while “Warrior Alex” was vibrating incessantly in the defendant’s seat during the heresy trial, the Ddo-Buddy inside her was also buzzing?
”…Was the sound… okay, I wonder?”
”…If you tighten your muscles properly, it’s not an issue. Making sure those around you don’t find out is also part of the ‘training.’”
I thought back to our meetings about turning the convent into our factory. Since then, we’d seen each other almost every week. She’d always have that perfectly cool face, saying things like, “This precious income is such a help ♡.”
”…Conversely, what about the times you don’t have them inside?”
”…I suppose that would be during my daily ‘training’ sessions. That’s when I try out different tools or perform body maintenance.”
Naturally, whenever a new product was finished, we would discuss the production process. Since I’d started donating to the convent, she would also report on how the funds were used.
”…Not just during the day, but even while you’re sleeping?”
”…There are no exceptions. Any moment of the day is time for ‘training.’”
The dragon attack on the royal capital, Canarias⁷. The subjugation of the two Great Dragons⁸. She had participated in all of it. Even the victory parade afterward.
”…What about during the journey?”
”…I told you there are no exceptions, didn’t I? Naturally, I had them inserted the entire time.”
”You fought while having them inserted…? I think I recall a report saying you were riding a horse, too…”
”…That’s right.”
(She’s just a total nympho!!!) I screamed it in my head, hoping it didn’t show on my face. Wait, what am I even supposed to do with this? I knew it – customers of an adult magic goods shop are all out of their minds!
I felt dizzy. It felt like my daily life was crumbling away beneath my feet. Okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration, but common sense and thoughts like “that’s impossible” clearly meant nothing here.
”W-what for…?”
”Naturally, ‘training’ exists to temper the self.”
”Is it even effective…?”
”It is, without a doubt. Speaking as someone who has experienced all kinds of asceticism – fasting, sleep deprivation, meditation, flogging, water and fire penance – this is a ‘daily-life ordeal.’ It tests one’s faith at every moment. It is one of the highest forms of penance.”
”I-I see…”
That was all I could say. What else was there to say? When humans face something that exceeds their understanding, they have no choice but to remain silent.
”……”
”……”
Having run out of questions, the silence returned. I had already interrogated her about the reasons; all that was left was to ask for future reports.
But I couldn’t move. Facing this woman who – though I couldn’t comprehend it – was surely a titan of her own world, I felt like I had to ask something more.
”Erm…. Are you not wearing underwear?”
”…If I were wearing them, wouldn’t they act as a support? That would defeat the purpose.”
”Ah – I see, I guess…? By the way, are there no other ‘equipment’? Like for the n**ples or the clitoris…”
”…For those, we have a traditional method of wrapping them in prickle-rush⁹ leaves. That serves as better training than a ‘Nipple Clamper.’ …Though, that ‘Nip-Clit Licker’¹⁰ was quite interesting; it’s just not suited for hiding under clothes.”
She was answering everything. Prickle-rush… that’s the plant with the dense, tiny thorns on the leaves. Back in my old world, it looked a bit like basil. Wait, there was a potted one right there on her desk. …I see.
”By any chance, are you wearing those right now too…?”
”…Naturally.”
”I see, I see…”
”Do you perhaps wish to inspect those as well?”
”No, it’s not that…”
I was stuck on “I see,” and she directed a sharp gaze my way. Then, her expression suddenly softened. She smoothly raised one leg and crossed it.
Leaning forward so her breasts were pressed against her knee, she clasped her hands under her chin. The s*x appeal I’d been too shocked to feel came rushing back. (Wait, is this bad?)
”Hey ♡?”
”Y-yes, what is it?”
”I won’t call it a maiden’s secret… but don’t you think it’s a bit cold to strip away my mysteries and then just leave it at that… ♡?”
”Ah – yes. Sorry, my head isn’t exactly in the right place…”
She seemed a little peeved… or maybe she was fishing for something. Either way, Mother Marian was radiating “pressure.” My weakness against older women combined with my non-existent defenses, making me feel like a frog being stared down by a snake.
”And you did say you wanted to hear about Alex-kyun’s progress in the future too, didn’t you… ♡?”
”Ah – yes. If possible…”
”Of course, you wouldn’t expect such information for free, would you ♡? Not a great merchant who rose up in a single generation, Lord Kento Harvest… ♡”
Marian used a deliberate, teasing tone. By crossing her legs, the skirt of her habit was lifted, showing off her seductive bare legs. Even her breasts were being intentionally crushed by her knee….
”I was holding back because I felt bad for Amelia-chan… but the truth is, I’ve hit a bit of a wall with my current ‘training’ ♡.”
”I-I see…?”
”You’ll keep me company, won’t you… ♡?”
”……Huh?”
Overwhelmed by her sheer presence, I ended up giving her a firm and solid commitment….
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Summary:
Kento confronts Mother Marian regarding her extreme usage of the shop’s products over the last two years. Marian reveals that she has been wearing multiple vibrating toys constantly, even during battles and sleep, as a form of religious asceticism. Kento is left reeling as his common sense is shattered by her devotion to this ‘training’.
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Trivia:
- Marian was the one who initially brought heresy charges against Kento’s shop.
- The convent was converted into a factory for Kento’s goods.
- Kento’s products are being treated as religious tools for penance rather than just pleasure items by the clergy.
- Marian fought dragons and rode horses with multiple devices inserted.
- The ‘Igakusa’ (Prickle-rush) is a recurring plant in this world with painful properties
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Character Insight:
Marian’s motive is revealed to be a drive for the ‘highest form of penance,’ viewing Kento’s goods as tools for self-subjugation and faith-testing. Kento shows his vulnerability to ‘older woman’ archetypes and his struggle to maintain a professional merchant facade when faced with extreme deviance.
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Lore And Worldbuilding Context:
The author leans heavily into the irony of a holy figure using adult goods for religious suffering.
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Glossary:
Notes:
• Marian – Mother Superior of the Canarias convent, an Ascetic Faction nun of the Church of Demon‑Subjugation, wears a black habit, wavy purple hair, a busty figure, a tear‑shaped mole beneath one eye and a distinctive Monroe walk. She arrives to confront Kento about the Devil’s Stick, balancing a holy façade with an intense personal obsession for the Alex‑kyun product.
• Aerith – Gray‑fur wolf‑beast with a sleek tail and elegant dress, Ouka’s daughter and Love‑wolf tribe member of the Merchant Guild Garou. Mother of twins Kaine and Heine, she openly pursues Kento’s creative genius and is one of the protagonist’s lovers, driven by intense physical urges.
• Amelia – Light-blue-haired Sister of the Canarias convent, once shy and saintly, now pregnant and still wearing Kento’s ring on her left finger—her blushes linger, red-tinting ears and neck, her voluptuous figure among the convent’s most prominent. She quietly manages soup kitchens and shop stock in traditional habit, her faith once drove her to seek conception, and now, with child, she remains the only sister who ever visited the protagonist for that sacred purpose, her devotion unchanged even as her body bears new life.
• Lily – Pink‑haired, blue‑eyed woman with a medium bust, called a wanton by the protagonist. Jin’s experiment slave and wife, pregnant with her second child, she is a Harvest shop slave and primary test subject who secretly wields magic, Kento’s love‑slave, watches repairs energetically, flashes V‑signs, tends the Dildo‑Buddy Mansion garden, and informs the protagonist on domestic and political matters.
• Shireen – Mother and coordinator at the Canarias convent, she is a high-ranking nun who manages administrative duties while rigorously training in magic tools, often modifying product specifications on a whim—her authority and arcane discipline command respect from all under her care.
• Kento Harvest – Gaunt scholar Kento Harvest, clad in a tattered academic coat, runs an adult magic-circuit shop. Once a heresy suspect, he now crafts rare components with cold calculation, values brand trust, and maintains several lovers/slaves and children.
• Harvest – Kento Harvest, a gaunt scholar in a tattered academic coat, wields low‑mana circuits and masters Academy systems. He runs an adult magic‑circuit shop, crafting rare components with cold calculation, valuing brand trust. He has multiple lovers/slaves and several children.
• Kento – Lord Harvest, a dark-haired Japanese salaryman resembling Kazuma Satō, owns an isekai magic shop selling adult goods from the basement of Dildo-Buddy Mansion, where he lives with Amelia. Wearing a left-ring band, he secretly operates an adult-circuit network, designing powerful enchantments like the Night-Glow Wand, holds a 7-for-7 impregnation record, is tied to the Queen, recently won a Great Dragon, and balances his roles as entrepreneur, strategist, and reluctant patriarch—all while maintaining a veneer of mundane professionalism.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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