Capítulo 35: Chapter 35 - Punishment~❤️
Lilith Multiverse
Taimanin World
Japan, Gosha Village, Mizuki mansion, Basement, dungeon prison.
Day 4
7:25 am, August 15, 2078, Saturday.
Silent overcame the entire room with fear filled Oboro eye's seeing the blood red gaze peering through the shadow of his face. Yesterday, Testament had left multiple split bodies with specific tasks from one deciding their course of action, another training his [ Scythe Mastery ], another with [ Death Force manipulation ], another doing research and studying, and many more doing specific tasks.
He even developed a Ninja Arts called [ Death Aspect Manifestation ] that manipulates aspects of death through Taima particle.
Aspects of death can refer to many things. Most of the time, they pertain to how one dies, or the beliefs and characteristics associated with death or the dying. Those of this archetype usually have physical characteristics, personalities, beliefs, and abilities (in some cases), centered around the aspect(s) of death they represent.
Most notable that Testament understands were: Corruption, Decay, Despair, Destruction, Fear, Greed, Hunger, Intoxication, Lamentation, Loneliness, Nihilism, Pride, Rage, Sacrifice, Senescence and finally Stagnation.
"What nonsense is that!?" Oboro's voice rang out, laced with desperation as she frantically searched for any means to escape her dire predicament. Her mind raced, calculating her odds of survival, yet all her efforts seemed futile. Despite her rising panic, Testament remained unfazed, his cold eyes dismissing her pleas without a second thought. Instead, he turned his attention toward Asagi, his expression unreadable, but the tension in the air was palpable.
"What should we do with her?" Testament mused, his voice cold and calculating.
"I plan to create demons that retain their memories and personalities—perfect infiltrators for Nomad." He showed no concern for the potential loss of innocent lives; after all, these familiars could weave powerful illusions, making people believe they were being harmed or even killed when, in reality, they were being spirited away to safety.
Oboro's heart sank as the weight of her fate settled in. Her glare shifted to Asagi, the almighty Taimanin who had haunted her thoughts for so long.
But as their eyes met, Asagi's indifferent gaze pierced through her, devoid of any recognition or emotion. Oboro had always imagined this moment would be her chance to exact revenge, to see the one who had made her life a living hell finally pay the price.
Yet, as she stood there, nothing—no rage, no satisfaction, no relief—filled the void inside her. The long-anticipated confrontation felt hollow and anticlimactic.
'Torturing her isn't worth it but.'
She glanced over at Testament, the one who had given her this opportunity, the one who had shown her a kindness she hadn't expected. He had left the decision in her hands, a gesture that felt both empowering and unsettling. Asagi couldn't help but feel a growing sense of indebtedness toward him, a feeling that gnawed at the edges of her rationality.
Was she being brainwashed by his charm, subtly falling under his influence? It was a possibility she couldn't dismiss, yet it didn't disturb her as much as it should have. The more they talked, the more she found herself drawn to the character he revealed—calm, calculating, yet strangely considerate in his own way.
Had she fallen for him too quickly? Perhaps. It was too soon to say for certain. But in the quiet of her thoughts, she acknowledged a truth that made her uneasy: Testament didn't see her as a mere tool, a puppet to control or a toy to satisfy his desires. His intentions were far more complex, driven by a nature that was as enigmatic as it was compelling.
"At first, I was consumed with hatred, filled with thoughts of killing her," Asagi admitted, her voice cold and detached.
"Knowing she was still alive fueled my rage, but now... I don't think she deserves something so merciful." Her words sliced through the air, sharper and more painful than any blade, cutting Oboro deeper than she ever imagined. It wasn't just the cruelty of the statement—it was the indifference behind it, as if Oboro's existence no longer held any significance to Asagi.
To Oboro, it was a realization far more devastating than death itself. The thought that she no longer mattered, that she hadn't left the mark on Asagi's life she had always believed, left her feeling hollow. It was as though all the years of conflict, all the suffering, had been erased, reduced to nothing more than a fleeting memory in Asagi's mind. And that, above all else, made her feel utterly insignificant.
"The hell with you!!" Oboro screamed, her voice tinged with madness.
"Does the death of your beloved fiancée mean nothing to you? Is this person the reason you've changed!? Hahaha, poor guy, knowing his lover has forgotten about him—" Her words, fueled by a desperate attempt to hurt, to provoke some kind of reaction, were cut short as she saw Asagi calmly shake her head.
The sight of Asagi's composed response only further unraveled Oboro's fragile sanity. The more she lashed out, the more it became clear that Asagi's heart was no longer a place she could wound.
The calm, almost pitying shake of her head was a silent admission that Oboro's taunts had no power here. It wasn't just that Asagi had moved on—it was that she no longer saw Oboro as someone who could affect her, who could reach into the depths of her soul and twist the knife.
This indifference drove Oboro deeper into her frenzy, as she realized that nothing she said or did could change the fact that she was no longer relevant in Asagi's life..
"No, the person you're describing wouldn't speak like that," Asagi replied, her voice steady, yet tinged with a sadness that had long been buried.
"I've been trapped in the past for far too long, but I know now that Kyousuke wouldn't find peace seeing me like this." It was a realization she had avoided for years, but deep down, she knew it was long overdue. She had needed someone to push her, to force her to confront the truth she had been running from. Testament hadn't pressured her—he had simply been there, silently offering the space she needed to come to terms with her grief.
Asagi's words hung in the air, a quiet resolution that marked the end of an era in her life. Testament, who had listened without interrupting, gave a silent nod, a gesture of respect for the man she had loved.
Despite his usual detachment, he couldn't help but feel a bitter taste in his mouth, knowing that he had taken a woman from a man who, in his own way, was deeply respectable. Kyousuke had won Asagi's heart without the strength Testament possessed, without his charisma or his abilities. He was neither a warrior nor a man of great power, yet he had something Testament couldn't easily define.
"Anyway, you still deserved to be punished while my darling~ deserve a reward." Asagi said a surprising Testament at how easily he captured her heart. He doesn't know if he should be or not but decided to do what his heart wants.
"Reward? You don't need to. I was simply doing what I think is right." Testament gave an honest answer and Asagi placed her fingers on his lips.
"You don't need to hold back. You can use her body however you want whenever you want. It would be a waste to throw her away." The dampness of the dungeon's air clung to Asagi's skin as she boldly approached Testament, her eyes gleaming with a seductive hunger that sent a shiver down his spine.
Oboro's heart raced, watching the scene unfold before her with a mix of arousal and frustration. The sweet, musky scent of arousal grew stronger as Asagi's soft, warm breath ghosted over his chest, sending his pulse into a frenzy.
She trailed her fingertips along the contours of his abs, tracing the lines of his flawless body with a feather-light touch that made him squirm. His cock swelled with each of her teasing caresses, straining against the fabric of his shorts, begging for release.
As she reached the waistband, she paused, her fingers lingering just above the bulge. Her tongue darted out to taste the salty sweat that had gathered on his skin, and he could feel the warmth of her breath as she hovered, the anticipation of her touch a delicious torment.
"Can you give her an aphrodisiac and let her watch me get pounded by you?" Asagi pulled away from the kiss to make the request and before Oboro could voice her complaint, a sudden, unexpected wave of pleasure washed over her, making her body squirm involuntarily. Her eyes widened in shock as a gush of wetness soaked her thighs, the intensity of her arousal taking her by surprise.
As if in response to her unspoken need, Testament's eyes flashed with power, his lust-controlling abilities honing in on her like a predator scenting its prey. The air grew thick with the heady scent of desire, and she could feel his influence seeping into her, amplifying every sensation.
Her breath hitched as her nipples tightened into hard peaks, straining against the fabric of her shirt. Her clit throbbed with a desperate need, and she felt a warm, slick wetness pool in her panties. Try as she might to resist, her body betrayed her, succumbing to the overwhelming desire that flooded her veins like a potent aphrodisiac. Her legs trembled, threatening to give way as she watched Asagi continue her relentless seduction of the man before her.
She bit her lip, trying to stifle the whimpers that escaped her mouth as her own arousal grew too intense to ignore. The sight of Asagi's hands on Testament's body, the sound of her wet kisses, and the knowledge that she was the one orchestrating this scene filled Oboro with a delicious mix of envy and excitement. Her body was no longer her own; it was a plaything for the two of them, a canvas for their dark, twisted games of lust.
"Hgnnnhaahh~❤️!! Y-You bitch!! Mhmmmh~~❤️❤️" The damp air of the dungeon clung to Oboro's skin like a second layer of flesh, a cold, clammy embrace that did nothing to ease the burning ache between her legs.
Each ragged breath she took in seemed to intensify the scent of sex and sweat that permeated the very stones around her, a heady miasma that danced in her nostrils and taunted her with the memories of countless unbridled passions that had been sated in this very chamber. Her eyes, though blindfolded, searched the darkness, imagining the scenes of depravity that had unfolded here.
Her wrists were bound tightly to the stone walls, her ankles shackled to the floor, leaving her body stretched out in a taut, exposed X.
The metal was cold and unforgiving, biting into her skin, sending shivers of pain up her arms and down her legs that only served to heighten the feverish need pulsing through her core. Her bound breasts strained against the rough fabric of her tunic, the peaks of her nipples hard and sensitive, begging for the touch of a rough hand or the flick of a skilled tongue.
The fabric was damp with her own juices, a silent testament to her desperation. Despite her best efforts to remain stoic, a soft whine of frustration slipped from her lips, echoing off the cold, unfeeling walls.
"Serve you right. Just watched as I satisfied my darling." Asagi said, turning back to Testament.
"Can you gag her for a moment?" She requested and Testament nodded and Oboro felt the gagball press against her teeth as Testament's firm hand secured it in place, silencing her protests. Asagi's fingers deftly worked on the shirt of Testament's, revealing a sculpted chest that gleamed in the light.
The sight of the incubus's bare skin made Oboro's mouth water, and she felt a surge of jealousy as Asagi's hand trailed down to cup the erect cock that jutted out from the short.
The smell of their mingled arousal grew stronger, thickening the air and making it difficult to breathe. As they kissed, the wet sounds of their passion filled the chamber, a stark contrast to the dryness in Oboro's throat.
Despite the gag, she couldn't help but whimper, the sound muffled but filled with longing. Her eyes followed every movement of Asagi's hand as it stroked and teased, her own desires growing more insistent with each touch.
The cold stone walls seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart, and she could almost feel the warmth of their bodies, so close yet so far, as they continued to pleasure each other. The friction of the shackles on her skin only added to her torment, a constant reminder of her own unfulfilled needs.
Asagi stepped away from Oboro, her eyes gleaming with a wicked amusement as she began to undo the knots that held her own clothes in place. The fabric fell away, revealing her full, heavy breasts and the flat plane of her stomach, the muscles rippling as she moved with a sensual grace that made Oboro's heart clench with envy.
Testament's eyes never left Asagi as she revealed herself, his own need mirrored in the hunger that burned in his gaze. He watched as she knelt before him, her mouth watering at the sight of his erect cock, standing tall and proud before her.
With a smirk, Asagi took his length in her hand, her fingertips tracing the veins that pulsed with his desire. Oboro's own cunt clenched in response, the ache inside her growing more intense with every moment she was denied. The gag in her mouth muffled her desperate pleas, leaving her nothing but a voyeur to their carnival of lust.
Testament's cock twitched in anticipation as Asagi leaned in, her hot breath ghosting over the sensitive tip before she took him into her mouth. The wet, suckling sounds filled the dungeon, a symphony of pleasure that Oboro could only listen to in despair. She thrashed against her bindings, trying to free herself, trying to be a part of the erotic display before her.
Her eyes never left the sight of Asagi's lips stretched around the incubus's shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, her tongue flicking and dancing along the length. The leather of the gag grew slick with her own saliva, a testament to her desperation.
Oboro's breathing grew ragged, her chest heaving with the effort of holding back her screams. The only respite she had was the occasional glimpse of her own body, her bound form reflected in the shiny surface of the metal chains that held her in place. The sight of her own desperation only served to fuel her frustration, making her want to beg and plead for the mercy of a touch she knew would never come.
And as Asagi took Testament's cock deeper, her eyes flicking up to meet Oboro's, filled with a triumphant satisfaction, Oboro felt something snap inside her. The hatred she had nurtured for so long was slowly being consumed by the fire of lust, leaving her a trembling, needy mess, desperate to be part of the very thing she had once sought to destroy.
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