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EP.137 Hikari – Saint’s Torture Record (2) 

“Then, Onyx-nim, let’s begin the real ‘tuning.’” 

Like a master of ceremonies signaling the start of a play, Thanatos’s voice rang clearly through the silent chamber. 

Hikari’s body, still reeling from the violent aftermath of a forced climax, froze at the sound. 

She instinctively sensed that the climax just now had only been the prelude to the nightmare about to unfold. 

‘I have to endure…’ 

Through the haze of her mind, Hikari desperately searched for something to anchor her consciousness. 

What flashed through her thoughts was the image of the goddess, suffering somewhere in this darkness as well. 

The gentle, ever-compassionate face of Lumina, who had given her power. 

‘Lady Lumina must be enduring such torture, too… For her sake, for my friends’ sake… I can’t break here.’ 

Forcing the fading spark of her faith to burn once more, she summoned strength into her dimming eyes. 

Her gaze, burning with hatred and contempt, fixed on the two devils looming over her, shining like an inextinguishable flame. 

In that moment, Onyx Rex, who had maintained silence, finally moved. 

“Hut?!” 

A cold palm, as lifeless as it was impossible to believe it belonged to the living, touched her bare skin beneath the ripped latex, making her body spasm. 

When his palm covered the crimson uterus-shaped rune, a searing pain and an alien sensation that stabbed to the marrow flared up. 

“You, what are you !” 

“Nothing. I’ve just added a little amusement to the party Thanatos prepared.” 

Amusement. 

As if it were something so trivial. 

But despite Onyx’s nonchalance, Hikari could feel something blasphemous, like pitch-black ink soaking into her soul, burrowing deep inside her body. 

Onyx had clearly layered another curse atop the rune that had already been carved on her lower abdomen. 

She didn’t know what effect it would bring, but the unknown fear squeezed her heart with icy dread. 

“Before we begin, I’ll give you one final chance.” 

Once the new rune was completed, Onyx spoke as if giving her a last confirmation. 

“If you swear now to become my woman, instead of this dreadful ‘tuning,’ I’ll give you an appropriate ‘favor’ instead.” 

At his arrogant proposal, Hikari let out a scornful laugh, full of contempt. 

She even pitied such arrogance that believed one could force true submission through violence. 

“You’re persistent. Don’t you know women hate men like that?” 

“…” 

“I wasn’t even into your type from the beginning, you know? If you want to go ‘hunting,’ how about someone who’d wag their tail for you, like a whore?” 

If it could land even the smallest blow against this damnable man  

She coughed up the last of her pride like poison. 

But instead, Onyx let out a faint, amused smile, as if he liked her barbed attitude. 

“I hope that resolve never changes.” 

With that, Onyx turned away from her, seemingly losing interest. 

Like an actor leaving the stage after the play, Thanatos approached and handed him a tablet. 

“Still a Savior, even robbed of your power. I wouldn’t have thought you’d keep your wits after that much stimulant.” 

“Are you annoyed?” 

“Not at all. I’m impressed. It’s only worth the trouble if you’re this resilient,” Thanatos said with a shrug, as if for Hikari to hear. 

“It’s lucky Morgana isn’t here, too.” 

True. 

If she’d witnessed this defiance, she’d probably lose it and tear Hikari’s tongue out on the spot. 

“…What’s this?” 

As Onyx examined the device, Thanatos answered confidently. 

“I’ve prepared a feast for her. A special menu designed to trample the arrogant saint’s pride. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” 

With that, Thanatos bowed politely and withdrew. 

As the two men discussed her as if she weren’t there, Hikari felt a new, different fear climbing her spine. 

“Well then, maybe I’ll sample this ‘feast’ you’ve set up.” 

Onyx looked down at the helplessly restrained Hikari and manipulated the controls on the device Thanatos had given him. 

As he pressed the first button that caught his eye, a pair of mechanical arms extended from the stone slab, holding ominous metallic devices, approaching her chest. 

They looked like milking machines for cows, but the transparent cups and pulsating tubes gave off an especially sinister impression. 

“A saint is supposed to distribute grace to all. So the first step will be to share your overflowing ‘blessings’ with everyone.” 

Whirring  

“Huh ” 

At his explanation, the mechanical arm placed a cold milking cup onto her breast, making Hikari let out a soft moan. 

The cup, pressed over the latex suit, began to work with a sterile mechanical sound, sucking at her chest. 

“Ugh, hngh!” 

The suction was so powerful that her nipples’ shapes pushed out clearly even through the latex. 

“Aa, ahh… Stop it! No matter how hard you suck, it’s not like milk is going to come out!” 

Right. 

There’s no way a virgin’s body should produce milk. 

“Don’t worry about that.” 

But Thanatos countered her thought with a smirk  

Inside the milking cup, several wickedly sharp needles extended with a sinister hiss. 

“Eek?!” 

“That’s not just any milking pump, it’s Director Arachne’s latest model.” 

Before he was even finished, the needles stabbed directly into her nipples. 

“Aaaah!?” 

The chilling, piercing sensation burrowing into the nerve-laden tips made her entire body jolt violently. 

Immediately after, an intense, fiery heat spread through her entire breast like wildfire, sending her into a shuddering fit. 

“M-My chest… it’s so hot…! Nghhh!” 

Her breath grew rapid, her womb pounded with a fear-stricken rhythm. 

A horrific feeling of something hot swelling inside her breasts, expanding beyond her will. 

And then  

“A-aaaah!?” 

Her breasts, still wrapped in latex, began to swell up abnormally, like a poorly packaged product about to burst. 

The mechanical arm pulled down the shoulder straps of her restraints, and her two snow-white breasts, swollen nearly to bursting, bounced into view. 

As the milking machine fell away, her revealed nipples were flushed red and stiff as if blood had rushed to them. 

“Hah, aaah…! My breasts…! My breasts!?” 

Despairing, Hikari moaned at the hideous spectacle. 

They’d been big enough before to make her shoulders ache, but at this point even she barely recognized them as her own. 

“It’s too soon to be surprised. They haven’t just gotten bigger.” 

The milking machine reattached and began to suck with even stronger pressure. 

And what followed surprised even Onyx: 

Pssshhhh ! 

“Uhiieeek♥♥ Ogh !♥” 

Milk something that should never have come from a maiden’s body began to squirt out in fountains. 

Not serving any maternal purpose, but purely as a meaningless pleasure response, a hot liquid was released. 

Her entire body was especially sensitive from the stimulants, and the direct, squeezing stimulation to her nipples nearly melted her brain with ecstasy. 

“Thanatos, is that what I think it is?” 

“I see you’ve caught on.” 

Watching with fascination, Onyx asked, and Thanatos explained with child-like excitement: 

“It’s a drug based on the rune you used on the goddess before. How does it feel? Your body has become an obscene cow, pouring out filthy milk against your will.” 

“N-no…! Stooop…! Uuhh♥♥” 

As the relentless milking continued, even Hikari’s resistance turned into pleading moans. 

“Haaaang♥ Again, I’m cumming again…! Oohh♥♥” 

Thrashing her hips, Hikari was swept away once more by a torrent of climax. 

When the storm of pleasure finally passed, she was left with nothing but overwhelming emptiness. 

As the machine released her now-drenched chest with a hiss, cold air prickled her skin. 

The lingering tremors spreading through her body, the squishy sensation flowing down her thighs proof of how obscenely she’d thrashed about. 

“This is all you can manage?” 

Onyx gazed down at her with cold, detached eyes, like someone examining a well-dried butterfly. 

“Everyone boasts until they’ve experienced it. Most don’t realize they’re nothing but bitches under pleasure.” 

‘Bitch.’ 

That word pierced Hikari’s clouded mind like a blade. 

Her humiliation twisted into anger. That anger reignited the embers of her resistance. 

Having her very being denied, she clung to the last of her strongholds. 

“From the moment I woke up here hah. You didn’t think I failed to expect this much pain, did you?” 

Her body was trembling, but her voice carried frozen steel. 

“Go on, do your worst. I’ll play the clown to your filthy games, but remember one thing.” 

She lifted her trembling chin, staring straight at Onyx. 

Deep in her pleasure-filled eyes, the saint’s indomitable will flared like a flash. 

“No matter how much you dirty and toy with my body, you’ll never taint my heart.” 

Seeing the luster of such will, Onyx only curled his lips, amused. 

“I look forward to seeing how long you can keep that up.” 

Manipulating the controls, Onyx caused the stone slab Hikari lay on to shift with a mechanical whir. 

The milking machine reattached to her breasts, resuming its obscene extraction, and the once flat center of the slab slowly rose and formed a sharp ridge. 

It resembled the “wooden horse,” a medieval torture device. 

“Kyaaah?!” 

The restraints lifted her up and dropped her mercilessly onto the knife-edge ridge. 

With her weight pressing down, the sharp edge dug into her latex-clad sex without mercy. 

“Hngh…! It hurts…! It hurts…!” 

“That’ll feel good soon enough.” 

Just as Onyx said, the pain in Hikari quickly transformed into pleasure, thanks to the rune’s effect. 

At some point, the hips she tried to instinctively shield against pain began, unconsciously, to move forward and back, chasing greater ecstasy. 

“Didn’t you say your heart couldn’t be defiled?” 

Onyx, as if mocking her conviction, spoke coolly. 

“All words. Your body’s still hunting for pleasure even in pain. Is that your indomitable spirit?” 

“N-no…! Shut up…!” 

Desperately, Hikari resisted, clutching to thoughts of Haruto. 

Their innocent memories together, her heart’s longing for him her only light in hell. 

Onyx watched her expression, as if reading her heart, and smiled cruelly. 

“Haruto, huh. Still, even if you escape this place, will he really love you, now that you’re broken like this writhing and crying out like a bitch in heat?” 

“No…! He’s not like that ! Shut up!” 

As if her desperate shout amused him, Onyx swiped again on the control screen. 

“See for yourself.” 

Under the wooden horse, a hidden hatch opened before her sex, revealing a set of beaded gears. 

ZZZZZT ! 

“Hgaah?! Wh-what now…!♥” 

The beaded gear began whirring at high speed, the beads mercilessly raking over her clitoris. 

The milking machine’s pleasure. 

The pain of the wooden horse invading her sex. 

And the obscene direct assault on her clitoris by the spinning gear. 

In the storm of these three combined sensations, together with the doubt Onyx had planted, Hikari’s mind snapped. 

“Ohohohok♥♥ No no no!♥ Ha, Haruto-kun…!♥ Save me, ahn♥ I don’t want to come anymore♥♥” 

The name falling from her lips was no longer a word of resistance. 

Just meaningless sounds, drowned in pleasure. 

Haruto’s face flickered weakly in her mind, then vanished into the blinding flash of bliss. 

All stimulation ceased only after she’d climaxed multiple times and lay limply. 

A silent stillness. 

In the wake of the storm of pleasure, for a moment Hikari’s consciousness cleared, letting her behold a terrible truth. 

She had tried to resist the pain yet at some point, to reach greater pleasure, she’d started moving her hips herself. 

Grinding her sex against the edge of the wooden horse, pressing her clitoris into the spinning gear her own repulsive actions. 

“Haruto-kun…” 

When this torture was over, would she still be herself? 

Could she keep her feelings for him? 

Overwhelmed by loneliness, tears welled up in Hikari’s eyes. 

“It’s too early to lose consciousness. There are plenty more items on the menu for you.” 

“No. Noooo…!!” 

Yet, before she even had a chance to cry, the cruel voice forced a wail from her lips. 

The hero’s fleeting scream was never heard by those who needed it. All night long, it wandered the abyss of darkness.