Volume 5 Chapter 23 The Antinomy of Murderous Intent and Climax*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Ah, ah… no…! I hate you, someone like you…!”
Jessica shook her head, struggling desperately to maintain her grip on herself. The burning resentment for the murder of the protagonist’s family. The murderous intent toward the demon making a toy out of her. Those emotions, dignified and human, were being dismantled piece by piece, shattered by the noise of drugs and violent pleasure1.
”Hi, ahh! There, no, don’t suck…! Aah! It feels… good…!?”
Finally, the words of collapse spilled out. The eyes that had been glaring with hatred now melted, turning cloudy and dull with ecstasy. Caught between the agony of regret and a physiological pleasure she couldn’t escape, her expression twisted into something ugly, like a tragic, weeping smile.
”A pathetic sight,” Ryuichi remarked with a cold, detached amusement. “Your body is honest, isn’t it?”
Ryuichi looked down at that distorted face while accelerating the piston of his hips.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
The slapping sounds echoing in the stone chamber accelerated, transforming into a relentless, rhythmic barrage. To ensure Jessica’s hips couldn’t escape, Ryuichi forcefully wrapped her supple thighs around his waist, slamming his hips into her as if driving a stake into the earth.
Squelch, mush, shlick, squuuurk!
The massive amounts of secreted love fluids and the mucous membranes, now hypersensitive from the enhancement agents, rubbed violently together, scattering obscene, wet sounds across the room. Ryuichi’s rigid, flared glans pried open the tight entrance with every stroke, carving out the inner folds. The tightness remained, but it was no longer the contraction of rejection; it was transforming into the clinging of a female desperate to devour every drop of pleasure.
”Ah, aah! Fast, it’s! Too fast! I’m going crazy, my head, it’s going to break…!” Jessica shrieked, her voice high and fractured.
Jessica shook her head wildly, drool flying as she shrieked. Her face, ruined by tears, still bore the clear mark of hatred. The eyes glaring at Ryuichi burned with murder. But what leaked from her lips were the screams of surrender to the pleasure scorching her brain.
”Die! Just die already! This, it doesn’t feel good! It’s hot, that’s all, just hot! It doesn’t feel good at all!”
She denied it desperately. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that she was feeling pleasure while being held by the enemy who had slaughtered her family. That unseemly struggle of her dignity was truly appetizing.
”Don’t lie,” Ryuichi countered, his tone mocking. “Your inside is already dripping with your own wetness.”
Ryuichi assaulted her shame without mercy. He knocked against the deepest uterine opening, and as he pulled back, he scraped the edge of his corona against that one sensitive point. Relentlessly, cruelly, he drove himself against that spot again and again.
”Hi, gyii!? There, no, don’t rub it! Ah, ah, aah! It feels good! Damn it, I hate this, even though I hate it!”
He had hit the decisive trigger. Jessica’s back arched like a bow, and her toes, which shouldn’t have been able to move, curled and stretched in a spasm. Elie-na responded in kind, gently biting her sharp n**ple with her teeth and flicking it with her tongue.
”Go, while barking like the bitch you are,” Elie-na whispered, her voice a cruel, melodic promise. “Until your mind turns completely white.”
”Ah, ah, it’s coming, it’s coming! No, no, no! I don’t want to come from someone like you! I won’t forgive you, I’ll never forgive you! Die, die… I’m, I’m c**ming! Die, I’m, I’m—!”
The words of hatred were swallowed by the screams of an uncontrollable climax. Jessica’s body arched off the stone pedestal. The v**inal muscles spasmed, pulsing and tightening around Ryuichi’s phallus with enough force to crush it.
Splurt…!
A transparent tide erupted from her secret place like a fountain. Hot droplets rained down onto Ryuichi’s stomach and thighs. With eyes rolled back and mouth half-open, she continued to shake and twitch like a broken doll. Even with her consciousness blown away and her reason short-circuited, her body continued to accept him, greedily sipping at the pleasure.
”Higu, gyii…! Kaha, ah, ga…! Ugu…!”
Unable to inhale oxygen properly, strained air leaked from her twitching throat. It was a reaction of agony, as if a lethal poison had been injected into her, rather than mere pleasure. Ryuichi pushed his waist deeper into the pulsing walls of flesh that still trembled with the aftershocks of the climax.
”A pathetic sight,” Ryuichi stated with a grin. “But, it’s still not enough.”
He stopped the movement of his hips, his heat still buried deep within her body.
”Let’s humiliate that magnificent spirit of yours a little more.”
Ryuichi extended his left hand and placed his fingertips on Jessica’s temple. He concentrated his consciousness on the brain beneath the skin, deep within the skull.
”It’s an experiment. I’m going to let myself tinker with the wiring of your brain a little.”
He narrowed his ‘Mana Detection’ to a minute range and let his consciousness slip into her mind. He imagined it like hot-wiring a fuse box in someone else’s house. Or perhaps bypass surgery on a motherboard on the verge of disconnection. He could feel her ego resisting desperately. Signals of rejection became noise, trying to repel his mana. But such weak electrical signals were mere paper scraps in the face of his vast mana. He pinpointed the motor area of her brain—the region that sends commands to the muscles around the mouth—and forcibly connected his own mana signals to it.
”It’s an experiment. Let’s see if your body can become honest.”
In accordance with his mental command, Jessica’s face, contrary to her will, slowly leaned toward him like a machine. Although her tear-streaked eyes were wide with fear and loathing, her lips parted invitingly, wet and slack.
”Eh…? No, way, I don’t want to…”
Just before they touched, a sweet breath leaked from her lips. And then, as if begging a lover, she pecked at his lips herself and latched on. It was different from when he had forcibly pried her open moments ago. Through his mana manipulation, her own muscles actively opened her jaw, accepted him, and tangled her tongue with his.
Slurp, smack… Lick, squelch….
Thick, wet sounds struck his eardrums. Jessica’s tongue crawled through his mouth like a living creature, devouring his saliva and sucking up the tip of his tongue. A melting, lover’s kiss. But the voice leaking from the depths of her throat remained a curse.
”Nn! Ki, ll…! Nmm, lick, mwah…!”
An abnormal state where she continued to curse him to die in the back of her throat while her mouth affectionately entwined with his. When their lips parted, a silver thread of saliva snapped. Gasping for oxygen, Jessica screamed as if deranged by the fact that her own body had moved on its own.
”Why…!? Why am I… kissing… someone like this…!?”
”Your body is honest, isn’t it?” Ryuichi said, his voice low. “Down there is getting quite hot, too.”
He changed the nature of his piston movement. From violent impact to a sticky, clinging Phallus Grind. He rubbed against the softest part of her depths gently, stickily. He rotated the junction, grinding their pubic bones together.
”Ah… ah…!”
Jessica’s expression changed. It wasn’t a scream from pain. Pleasure from a sweet, melted, passionate union was burning her brain to ash. However, Jessica’s spirit was not broken. This pleasure was a fake. It was a forced physiological elemental manifestation. In her mind was only the anger for the murder of the protagonist’s family and a bottomless murderous intent toward this man.
”No, I won’t… be deceived…! I hate you so much…! Die, just die…!”
She shook her head and spewed curses while sobbing. But when Ryuichi leaned in again and poured mana directly into the muscles of her jaw and tongue to force-drive them, her lips latched onto him regardless of her will. ‘Autopilot’. That was absolute submission of the flesh alone, leaving her ego behind.
Smooch, slurp, mwah….
Words of abuse were converted into the sound of vulgarly sweet kisses and vanished. Her throat, which tried to scream hatred, rang out as if begging for his saliva, and her tongue writhed like a living thing, entwining with his tongue, trying to suck it dry.
”Ngh, nn…!? Nmm, mwah, slurp… lick…!?”
She couldn’t form words. The movement of her tongue, which tried to scream rejection, was converted by the mana control into the movement of entwining his tongue and sipping his saliva. Inside their mouths, they were entwining tongues and exchanging saliva like lovers of several years.
However, her eyes, staring at him from close range, were wet with tears while glaring at him with the hatred of a hannya. In time with the movement of his hips, Jessica’s v**inal walls writhed and pulsed, gently wrapping around his phallus and stroking it. In her heart was boiling hatred. In her body was extreme pleasure. That divergence tore her soul in two.
”Your body is already mine,” Ryuichi declared. “Do you understand?”
He pushed up on her most sensitive spot—the point that felt the best—slowly and persistently, like pressing a branding iron against a criminal.
”Ah—!!”
A soundless scream. Jessica’s eyes rolled back, and her back arched wide. The forced kiss sought him even deeper, more violently.
Slurp, slurp, smooch…! Squish, squelch…!
With a suction force like a vacuum cleaner, her lips adhered to him to the point where she even forgot to breathe through her nose, sucking up his tongue. She shoved her tongue into the mouth of someone she hated above all else and latched on greedily.
”Ki, ll…! No…! Ah, ah, aah!? Ho, t…! No… it’s hot…! Die…! Die…! Dieeeee—!! G-gh…!! I-I’m, ugh, aaaaaaaaa—!!!”
Thump, thump, thump!
Her uterine opening latched onto his glans—the object of her hatred—as if kissing it, and convulsed violently. Love fluids overflowed endlessly, dripping from their junction. It wasn’t a lover’s climax where body and soul melted together. It was a blasphemous climax to the soul, where the heart burned with murderous intent while only the body reached happiness.
Twitch, twitch!
Even while convulsing, she couldn’t tear her lips away. While tossed on the waves of climax, she continued to affectionately devour the tongue of the man she hated enough to kill.
Eventually, Ryuichi, too, spilled his desires into her womb. He poured hot seeds into her convulsing uterine opening. She could no longer even speak insults, and she lay with eyes rolled back, frothing at the mouth. However, deep within the depths of those eyes, the pitch-black ember of hatred remained, never to be extinguished.
”So, your heart hasn’t broken yet,” Ryuichi whispered. “…Good. That is who you are, Jessica.”
Facing that miserable scene, a woman stood with cheeks stained vermillion, breathing heavily.
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Summary:
Ryuichi continues to physically and mentally assault Jessica, using his mana to force her body into submissive and intimate responses despite her intense hatred. He views this as an experiment in overwriting her autonomy and dignity, taking pleasure in her struggle between her body’s forced sensations and her mind’s desire for his death. Jessica’s physical body reaches a climactic peak while her mind remains trapped in a state of boiling, irreconcilable hatred, leaving her in a state of psychological fracture as Elie-na watches on.
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Trivia:
Ryuichi treats his mana manipulation as a form of “bypass surgery” on the human brain.
The scene depicts a forced “Autopilot” state that ignores the subject’s ego.
The climax Jessica experiences is described as “blasphemous to the soul” because it contradicts her mental state.
Ryuichi values Jessica specifically because her hatred remains unextinguished even at the moment of peak physiological surrender.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Jessica – A blonde-haired woman with ochre eyes, a glamorous yet athletic physique, and a sharp, small face featuring drooping eyes and puckered lips. Reanimated from death as a modified biological vessel, her tear-ruined face masks a captive harboring a burning, murderous resentment toward her captor for her family’s murder. Her initial fits of rage and defiance are forcibly suppressed by chemical agents.
• Ryuichi – A pragmatic, 40-year-old Spirit King with a plain build, silver hair, and a beard, he rules his Grimm mansion and elf village with absolute authority. This cold, clinical captor and primary antagonist uses immense spiritual energy—manipulating golden mana, earth, ice, blue fire, and space—to exert absolute dominance. A calculated, hedonistic provider, he feels no hesitation in inflicting torment.
• Ryu – A man with Interdimensional Magic who leads a growing household. He acts as a provider and protector for his slaves, while maintaining a pragmatic and blunt personality.
• Elie-na – A woman who stands with cheeks stained vermillion and breathes heavily while witnessing the scene.
• Elie – An eighteen-year-old virgin research director with pale skin, glasses, and silver hair hiding her eyes. Sold into slavery by her parents to reduce mouths to feed, she now wears a white coat, functioning as a cold, calculating assistant. Driven by an obsessive, mad fervor for forbidden magic, her chilling, detached attitude leads her to treat buyers and others as research specimens to be corrected.
• Man – A roughneck wearing a hat who participated in a group assault. He suffers the loss of his right arm and later his left arm during an experiment by the protagonist before being stored.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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