Chapter 57 Alisha and Mime*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The straw beneath her crinkled as Alisha lay back, her voice a syrupy, lingering drawl as she beckoned me. “Yes… go right ahead… I’m ready whenever you are…”
She was more than ready. Her thighs were spread, her s*x already weeping with an excess of nectar that left her drenched. The sight of her neatly trimmed pink down was almost too erotic to bear. As I shed my trousers and exposed my rigid length, both Mime and Alisha let out sharp, breathless gasps.
”It’s… huge!” Mime blurted out.
”So… so big…” Alisha whimpered.
Lil rested a hand against her cheek, a knowing, almost predatory smirk playing on her lips. I could see the lust darkening her eyes; it had been two days since we’d last coupled, after all. “Incredible, isn’t it?” Lil purred. “He makes me lose my mind every single time.”
”Is that so…?” Alisha’s eyes turned glassy with envy. “I’m so jealous… please, hurry… I want to feel you… put it inside me…”
”Fine, fine,” I said. Despite her delicate appearance, Alisha was a predator when it came to her carnal needs. I spread her legs wider and pressed my tip against her opening.
”Don’t… don’t tease me like this…” Alisha pleaded.
”I’m not trying to. Here—I’m going in,” I replied.
With a wet squelch, I slid home without a hint of resistance. She wasn’t tight in the way Lil or Honoka were; instead, her walls were soft, clingy, and incredibly slick, wrapping around me like a warm silk glove.
”Ah… ahh… god, it’s amazing…” she moaned, her voice breaking. “It feels like… like I’m fulfilling my duty as a Miko¹ right now…”
”Is that right?” I asked.
”Yes… mmm… it feels so, so good…” Alisha whispered.
”Glad to hear it. Sex should be a mutual pleasure, after all… I’m moving now.”
”Yes… ah! Ahn… mmm, hah! Hyaaan!”
Alisha’s cries turned into high-pitched trills as she squeezed her eyes shut, her features melting into a mask of pure ecstasy. She was a Priestess, through and through—she knew exactly how to make a man feel like a god.
Looking at her now, her beauty was undeniable. Her heavy-lidded purple eyes were punctuated by a single beauty mark beneath her right eye—a “tear mole” that added a touch of tragic elegance to her face. Her plump lips and the way she balanced purity with raw sensuality were intoxicating. They say all those who serve the gods are blessed with beauty; looking at her, I could believe it.
With every heavy thrust of my hips, her massive breasts bounced and swayed. I reached out to knead them, marveling at how soft and full they were. Her skin was the color of fresh cream and incredibly supple—just touching her was enough to send my own pleasure spiking.
”Ha… ahh… it’s okay… you can… go harder… be as violent as you want…” Alisha gasped.
”Are you sure?”
”Yes… please… do whatever you want… with my body… with my breasts…”
I’d intended to be gentle given what she’d been through, but if she was begging for it, I wasn’t about to refuse. She was a Saint² born for debauchery, an absolute nymphomaniac. Perhaps this was her true nature all along.
A carnivorous, masochistic Saint… she reminded me of Princess Mariana, the one who’d summoned us. But Alisha felt different—fuller, somehow, brimming with a sense of maternal affection even in the throes of lust.
”Well, if you’re asking for it… I’m going to give it to you,” I said.
”Hah… iiiiin! There! Right there! I love it… ahn! It’s so big, it’s battering my womb… it’s hitting it! Ah! Mmm! More! Give me more! Kuhyaaaaahn!“
The room filled with the rhythmic, wet sounds of our joining—the heavy slap of skin on skin and the splashing of her nectar.
”Whoa…” Mime whispered, her voice trembling. “I’ve never seen Alisha lose it like that. Even when those bandits were taking turns on her, she kept her cool…”
”Sieben,” Lil whispered, leaning close. “I’m next, once they’re finished.”
”Yeah, once we’re done. But for now…”
”Hyaah! Mmm! I love it! I love this c**k so much! If I keep knowing this… I’ll never be able to go back to anyone else! Hah… ahin! Ahhh!”
Alisha was falling into a total addiction. At this rate, she’d be useless for her duties as a Miko, but I wasn’t done yet. I was still a long way from my peak. I didn’t want to use it, but I cast ‘Heat’³ on myself to accelerate the end. Immediately, a searing surge of energy boiled up from my core. The effect was instantaneous.
”Gu… ugh… I’m… I’m going to fill you up…”
”Yes! Please! Give it to me! Right there… in my p**sy… spray it all inside! Ah! It’s coming! I’m coming toooooo!” Alisha screamed.
I let go. A hot, thick torrent flooded into her, pulse after pulse.
”Hiaaaaaaaaaaaahn! It’s so hot! It’s burning! I’m c**ming! I can’t stop! I’m going to stay like this forever!”
Alisha’s body spasmed like a landed fish, her limbs twitching in the grip of a massive climax. Even if she’d been faking the pleasure before, there was no faking that look of total brain-melted bliss. I watched as her wounds began to knit together. The severed Achilles tendon reconnected, the flesh becoming smooth and unscarred once more.
I unwound her bandages. Her heel was perfect. She hadn’t walked in a month, so her muscles would be weak, but the damage was gone.
”Alisha, can you feel it? The wounds are healed. Think you can stand?”
”Haa… hah… nnn… I can tell,” she panted, her eyes still rolled back. “But… you made me c**m so hard… I don’t have any strength left in my legs… give me a second…”
She looked utterly spent, despite the radiant glow on her face. I pulled away, noticing that not a drop of my seed leaked out; thanks to the Bouchu-jutsu⁴, the essence had already been converted into raw vitality, flowing through her veins.
”Mmm… hup… there.” Alisha pushed herself up and took a few tentative steps, a wide, joyful smile breaking across her face. It seemed the magic had even restored her atrophied muscles. “Next is…”
”Haa… hah… god, that was so erotic…”
I turned to find Mime. She was lost in her own world, her hand buried between her legs, her fingers working rhythmically against her drenched opening. It was her turn.
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”Mmm… hah… ahh…”
”Sorry to interrupt the show,” I said.
”Nyah!?” Mime jumped, nearly hitting the ceiling. “The hell! Don’t sneak up on a girl like that!”
She’d been so focused on herself she hadn’t even noticed we’d finished.
”You were pretty into it,” I teased. “Was watching us really that intense?”
”Eh!? I—well—yeah! Obviously! Any woman with a pulse would get worked up seeing that! Only a frigid bitch or someone who hates s*x wouldn’t be turned on by that!” Mime snapped.
”Fair enough,” I said, glancing at a remarkably composed Lil. “Well, you’re up, Mime.”
”Wait, what!? Now!? I—I mean, I need to get my head right first…”
”Your p**sy is already soaking wet,” Alisha chimed in, her voice still breathy. “I don’t think your ‘head’ needs much more preparation.”
”I… uh…”
”Or maybe,” Alisha teased, “you’re just scared of a real man’s c**k?”
Mime’s shoulders flinched. I could see the flash of fear in her eyes. It made sense; her only experience with men lately had been the brutal, repetitive violations by the bandits. It was a trauma that ran deep.
”I… I can’t help it! Anyone would be scared after what they did to me!” Mime yelled, her voice cracking with desperation.
”It’s okay,” I said softly. “This isn’t like that. This is going to feel like heaven, I promise.”
”He’s right,” Lil added. “Going through life without knowing what he can do… it would be a tragedy, Mime.”
Mime looked down, her small frame trembling. She wasn’t going to move on her own. I didn’t want to force the issue, but I needed her healed. I cast ‘Heat’ on her. I avoided using a full ‘Aphrodisiac’—that felt too much like a drug—but the Heat was enough. Her breathing instantly turned ragged, and the nectar between her legs began to flow in earnest.
”Wh-what… hah… what is this? My body… it’s so hot… it hurts, it feels so tight… my p**sy won’t stop throbbing… What did you do to me?” Mime panted.
”Honestly I didn’t want to do this kind of thing, but I triggered a ‘Heat’ state in you so you’d want mine. I’m sorry.”
I bowed my head, but Mime was already past the point of protest.
”Uuu… no… hah… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore… please. You. Put it in… put it in right now…”
”I’m sorry, Mime. Truly,” I muttered.
Her golden, cat-like eyes were swimming with tears as she begged me. I felt like scum for forcing her hand like this, but it was the only way to break the cycle of her trauma. She lay back and forced her legs as wide as they would go. She was drenched, her opening pulsing with a desperate need. Her pubic hair was a thick, untamed red mane, now matted and soaking wet.
”Alright. Here I come.”
”Yeah… just… please be gentle…” Mime whispered.
I slid into her slowly. She was a warrior; her muscles were toned and firm, and they clamped down on me with incredible force.
”Nnh… ah! It’s in… I can feel it… it’s so big… it’s filling me up…”
”Does it hurt?” I asked.
”No… it doesn’t hurt at all… it feels… it feels amazing. Hey… what’s… what’s your name?”
”I didn’t tell you? It’s Sieben.”
”Sieben… listen, Sieben-han. Use this… use your c**k to make me forget. Wash away the bad things… overwrite them. Please… I’m begging you…” Mime pleaded.
”I will. I’ll make you forget everything else. I’ll overwrite those memories with me.”
”Yeah… thank you… hyahaaaaahn!“
As I pushed deeper, the head of my c**k brushed against her cervix. That single touch was enough to send her over the edge.
”Ah! Hiin! I just… I already cummed! More… make me go again! Fuhyaaaaahn!“
Every time I nudged her womb, she hit another peak. It was her absolute weak point. I began to rhythmically tap against her center, over and over.
”Ahiiiiiin! I’m c**ming! Again! Even when those bastards were passing me around, it was never like this! Ah! It’s happening again! No! Stop! I can’t take it! It’s too much! Hyahaaaaahn! Unyaaaaaahn!“
Mime’s cries were primal as she convulsed beneath me. She was a mess—drool trailing from her mouth, her eyes rolled back, her tanned skin glistening with a thick coat of sweat. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, and the n**ipss were hard as stones; even a light pinch sent her into another fit of tremors. She was an erogenous zone in human form.
”Ah! Ahh! What is this!? Everything feels so good! I’ve never… I’ve never felt anything like this! No! My head is going empty! It’s all going white!” Mime screamed.
She was falling apart, and I wasn’t even going that hard. Maybe she had the makings of a Miko herself, and no one had ever known—not even the bandits.
”Mime-san,” Alisha whispered, watching with interest. “You have the talent. You should become a Miko with me.”
”I’m… I’m a warrior! I don’t… want to be a—shuryuuuu! I’m c**ming!”
”Well, if she doesn’t want to, you should probably let it go,” I said.
”Such a waste~,” Alisha pouted.
”Ah! Ahh! It’s only… only because it’s you! Because it’s Sieben-han’s c**k! That’s why I’m like this! It feels so good… more… make me… aaaaaaaaaaah!“
I lost track of how many times she climaxed. Unlike Alisha, Mime was squirting every time she peaked, a heavy spray hitting the straw beneath us. I started to worry about her getting dehydrated, but I was at my limit too.
”Here it comes… I’m giving it all to you!”
”Yes! Pour it in! Give me everything!” Mime cried out.
I slammed home and stayed there as I emptied myself into her. A hot, thick torrent flooded her insides, and she erupted at the same moment.
”OHHOOOOOOOOOOO! It’s so hot! I’m c**ming! I can’t stop c**ming! Hanyaaaaaaaaaahn!“
It was a total blowout. Mime stayed in the throes of her climax for a long, shuddering minute.
”Amazing… that was… too much…” she slurred, her voice fading. “If I have this… I don’t ever want anyone else… hah…”
Her eyes fluttered shut as she drifted into unconsciousness, her spirit completely spent. But the magic had done its work; her body was healed, and hopefully, her heart was a little lighter too.
”Next is…”
”…Kill… kill them… I’ll kill them all… kill… kill…”
I turned to the last one. Mercedes was curled in the corner, her voice a low, murderous hiss.
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Summary:
Sieben utilizes his physical prowess and ‘Heat’ magic to heal the psychological and physical wounds of his companions. Alisha fully embraces the pleasure to restore her severed Achilles tendon, while Mime struggles with trauma before ultimately surrendering to a pleasure that ‘overwrites’ her dark memories. The chapter ends with Sieben turning his attention to the vengeful Mercedes.
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Trivia:
- Alisha’s injury was a severed Achilles tendon that had kept her from walking for a month.
- The ‘Bouchu-jutsu’ skill ensures that no s**men is wasted, converting it directly into life force for the woman.
- Mime’s reluctance stems from being gang-raped by bandits, making her view s*x through a lens of trauma.
- Sieben explicitly uses magic (‘Heat’) to bypass the girls’ psychological barriers for the sake of their physical healing
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Character Insight:
Alisha is revealed to have a ‘carnivorous’ true nature behind her saintly facade. Mime shows a significant shift from warrior-like pride and trauma-induced fear to total vulnerability and dependence on Sieben. Sieben himself acts with a pragmatic, almost cold-hearted determination to heal his ‘property’ regardless of the methods used.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author provides a comparative size chart for the male characters, showing that Natsumi (Sieben) underwent a massive physical ‘evolution’ after his revival.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Alisha – A Miko with fluffy pink hair and a prodigious, triple-digit bust measurement.
• Mime – Former mercenary with short red hair, cat-eyed warrior, wheat-colored skin, and a toned, athletic build with visible abdominal muscles.
• Lil – One of the heroines. Height 166 cm, B-W-H: 90-56-90. She is a top-tier beauty with long indigo hair down to her waist, a large scar on her abdomen and sharp golden eyes. She has wolf ears and a tail.
• Honoka – A member of the relief team with healing magic. Despite her cute, short, ‘transistor glamour’ appearance, she is cold-hearted and mocks Sasaki, now a bound slave to him.
• Mariana – The second princess of Plaudix and a Saint. Blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing thin silk clothes. About the same age as the students.
• Sieben – Young man with black hair and a mask covering his eyes. He purchased Honoka and Ria.
• Mercedes – A girl with black hair, rare in the world. Small chest, thin pubic hair trimmed in an inverted triangle. Large, upturned eyes that lost their light due to trauma.
• Natsumi – The protagonist. Height 168 to 171 cm, weight 57 to 59 kg. He has a baby face, but he hides his eyes with his bangs. He was bullied by the Sugita gang just because his name sounded like a girl’s name.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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