"Hey, brother, let's have sex." Sitting on the floor, her trembling body leaned against the wall; her face flushed a deep, crimson red, glowing like an overripe tomato under the dim light.
Beads of sweat glistened on her once-pristine skin, tracing rivulets down her arms and neck.
The air was thick with an intoxicating scent, a blend of her overwhelming pheromones and the lust radiating from her body, suffocating the entire room like a sauna on a hot day.
"Hoshizora…" I whispered her name, my voice barely audible, laced with a mix of concern and disbelief.
The sudden change in her demeanor had caught me completely off guard. Moments ago, she had been perfectly fine, her usual composed self.
Now, she was consumed by an uncontrollable heat that seemed to hijack her very essence.
At first, I couldn't comprehend what had triggered this bizarre transformation. My mind raced, sifting through possibilities, searching for an explanation.
Then, as my eyes locked onto the faint glow emanating from her hand, I noticed it—the ring.
A dark, sinister energy pulsed from the ornate band, flowing into her body like a creeping shadow, wrapping her in its unrelenting grip.
It was undeniable. That cursed ring was the source of her torment, the catalyst for this unnatural state.
There was no time to waste. My jaw tightened, and my fists clenched as a surge of determination coursed through me.
That ring had to go. Whatever it took, I would destroy it and free her from its malevolent grasp.
Before anything else, I need to shift her focus away from the overwhelming desire.
If I approach this too forcefully or without care, she might end up hurt—not just physically but emotionally too.
The thought of causing her pain, even unintentionally, is unbearable. I know I'd never forgive myself if that happened.
"You can do it, Shinji," I muttered under my breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. This wasn't just about bravery—it was about precision and timing.
If I failed, the consequences could be catastrophic.
The curse artifact, an ornate-looking ring wrapped tightly around her finger, was the source of her uncontrollable lust.
If I could suppress the artifact's effects, even for just a moment, it would weaken its hold on her.
That tiny window of vulnerability was all I'd have, and it had to be enough.
Carefully, I recalled the teachings about cursed objects and their destruction. Attempting to destroy it outright could backfire and harm her, but if I attacked while the curse's influence was disrupted, I might succeed without putting her life in danger.
With the plan clear in my mind, I steadied myself for the delicate balance of quelling the curse and striking decisively.
"Alright then." Swallowing hard, I tried to suppress the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest.
Taking a deep breath, I forced my feet to move forward, each step feeling heavier than the last as I approached her.
She stood there, the person I once knew, now utterly consumed by an overwhelming, unnatural lust that had taken hold of her.
Her eyes—once clear and vibrant—now appeared clouded and wild, like a storm had overtaken her very soul.
It was as if she was no longer herself, her gaze unfocused and distant, locked in a state of maddening desire. If this frenzy continued, I feared she would collapse, her body giving out from the relentless strain and the toll of dehydration.
I had to do it, and yes, I was going to do it.
With a mix of determination and vulnerability and no horniness, I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against her cheek.
Slowly, I cupped her face, feeling the warmth of her skin against my palm. Her eyes met mine for a fleeting moment, filled with desire.
Then I leaned in, closing the distance between us.
My lips found hers, soft as the petals of a blooming flower. The kiss was gentle at first, an exploration as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of us at that moment.
Her warmth enveloped me, not just her lips but her entire being, her presence radiating a tender softness that made time seem to stand still.
Every inch of her felt delicate, like she was made of sunlight and silk.
[Inheritance Magic: Dark Energy Absorption]
As our lips met, I activated one of my most refined exorcism techniques.
A delicate balance of precision and power was required as I began drawing out the dark energy that was invading her body.
The process wasn't instantaneous—it was slow, deliberate, and demanding. I could feel the energy coursing into me, a cold, almost suffocating presence, trying to latch onto my very being.
Yes, this meant I was willingly allowing myself to be affected by it. However, thanks to the innate resistance my body had developed over years of mastering dark energy manipulation, I could endure it.
My resilience was my shield, preventing corruption from taking hold.
I could sense the energy levels within her gradually diminishing, the oppressive force receding with each passing moment.
But it wasn't enough—not yet. The curse still clung stubbornly to her, fueled by the dark desire it had planted deep within her heart.
I realized I had to go further, to reach beyond the surface and quell the restless storm within Hoshizora herself.
This wasn't just about extracting the energy—it was about calming the turbulent emotions tied to it.
Determined, I steadied myself, preparing to delve deeper into the fragile, haunted depths of her soul and her body.
"Sorry, I'm really sorry."
My fingers moved gracefully, crawling through her underwear and caressing her most sensitive place.
Ah shit, I felt so bad.
The slimy liquid spilled down as I continued to caress her, leaving the floor stained, and her moan grew increasingly erratic.
"More! More! Brother, put your lips on me more! Ha! Ha! Ah!" She rolled my eyes and breathed rapidly, her breathing becoming stronger and stronger like an animal in heat.
Her mouth and tongue kept moaning continuously with each lewd movement of my hands.
Ugh, This is no different from raping her at all.
But it's working; I could feel the rapid decline of dark energy. I just need a bit more.
I clenched my teeth, put the other hand on top of her well-endowed breast, and groped it.
As I do that, her moan becomes even more erotic and lewd. Just like the porn I used to wack my dick off when I was less mature.
"Brother! My beloved Hero Shinji! I love you so much! Ha...! Very much! Ah! I… I…" The orgasm was building up; her fluid leaked out even more.
And then.
"Ah." Her loud and lewd moans came out.
Love water flowed out just like a waterfall.
She cum just as I pressed on her one last time. Her hips trembled over and over, and her eyes rolled backward in the most climactic way possible.
The moist, slimy, private part of her twitched violently, clenching hard on my finger as if she didn't want to stop.
I'd finally done it.
The moment Hoshizora lost consciousness from my decisive action, the dark, oppressive energy of the cursed ring began to wane.
Its hold over her weakened, the malevolent force within it had temporarily lost its grip.
The air seemed to shift, no longer thick with the oppressive force that had clouded her mind and controlled her desire.
This was the moment I had been waiting for—the opportunity I had hoped for.
Without a second thought, I moved quickly, my fingers seizing the cursed ring with a sense of urgency.
I wrenched it from her limp hand, the dark power within the ring pulsating against my grip, almost as if it were fighting to stay in control.
But I was resolved. This ring was nothing before my strength.
"...Few. It's done," I muttered with a weary sigh, slumping down onto the damp floor.
My mind ached from exhaustion, and I could feel the weight of my actions pressing down on me. The cold and wetness of the floor seeped through the thin fabric of my clothes, making me shiver slightly.
My body felt heavy, drenched in a mixture of sweat and love fluids, leaving a sticky, unpleasant sensation on my skin.
The air around me was thick with the pungent scent of it all, clinging to me like a reminder of everything that had just transpired.
It was uncomfortable, messy, and far from pleasant. I could almost taste the bitter residue lingering in my mouth, the whole situation leaving me feeling gross and drained, both physically and emotionally.
I'm so fucked up.
***
After carefully cleaning Hoshizora, and wiping away the remnants of the fluids that had covered her skin, I gently laid her down on the bed.
Her body felt limp and vulnerable in my arms, but I was careful to place her comfortably, tucking the blanket around her to ensure she was warm and secure.
As I stood there, watching over her, my mind raced with anxiety. I stayed awake, my gaze fixed on her, waiting to see if any signs or side effects would manifest.
Every minute felt longer than the last as I observed her breathing, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, hoping that nothing unusual would happen.
I placed one hand thoughtfully under my chin, my mind wandering back to the cursed ring that had triggered this entire incident.
The memory of finding it on a mission still lingered in my thoughts. It had been in an abandoned house, a place overrun with curses and monsters.
The mission had been straightforward—clear out the threats and secure the area. The ring, sitting innocuously among the debris, had seemed like just another artifact.
To me and almost everyone else, it was nothing special. It had no immediate effects, and its only remarkable feature was its elegant design and the intense magical energy it stored—energy that seemed perfect for an emergency.
My senior, a girl who had accompanied me on the mission, had tried it on out of curiosity, but nothing had happened. That's why I had assumed it was harmless.
There had been no signs of danger, no curses or traps to worry about. In my mind, it was just a trinket, something that didn't pose any risk. So, I had given it to Hoshizora, thinking it was a safe, if not entirely useful, gift.
But now, it seemed I had been gravely mistaken.
There was something about Hoshizora—something in her that had triggered the ring's effect.
What was it about her? What had activated the curse?
I couldn't put my finger on it, no matter how hard I tried to piece everything together. There was something elusive about it, something I couldn't quite grasp.
Ugh, I hoped that she wouldn't hate me after today's incident.
Why does this have to be the case?
Our relationship is going so well.
"Damnit."
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