Chapter 142 Revelation Beneath the Black God
Chapter 142 Revelation Beneath the Black God
It had been several days since they first tried addressing Christina’s unresponsive state.
Iryoku and Yumi still carried a heavy, crushing guilt.
The tragedy had happened because the Death Tree had been looking for them.
Iryoku tried over and over to wake Christina.
All the girls helped however they could as the group traveled north, searching for clues about the place Katherine had mentioned.
Until one night, Iryoku finally made up his mind.
Seeing no change, with no doctors, no healers, no psychologists like on Earth, he quietly asked:
“Give me a night alone with her…”
The group nodded—
even Alessandra, who said, “I trust you.”
All except Katherine.
She said nothing… but her silence made it very clear she was against it.
And so it began—the unholy ritual.
Iryoku poured everything into it, all his strength, all his desperation, trying to drag Christina out of that deep, frozen comatose state.
The girls slept under the small protruding rock a couple of meters from the carriage, its shadow barely covering their heads.
But they couldn’t ignore the sound.
The slow, rhythmic rocking of the carriage…
the rise and fall…
the unmistakable movement of something questionable happening inside.
Then the tempo shifted—harder, faster, louder.
Katherine sat a little apart from the others, as always—hat pulled low, back against a stone, sword within reach.
Her eyes were closed like she was sleeping…
but the tightness in her jaw said otherwise.
Deviant bastard… I thought you were a better person than this…
she cursed silently, trying to force herself to sleep.
The sounds had gone on all night—relentless, rhythmic, obscene—until the first pale rays of morning finally touched the earth.
Only then did the carriage fall silent. The rocking stopped. Stillness returned.
The door creaked open, and a heavy wave of sex, sweat, and fluids spilled out into the cold morning air.
Iryoku stepped down and sat on the carriage steps, completely naked.
His chest rose and fell as he tried to steady his breathing.
He shook his head slightly—worn out to the core.
His cock hung limp between his thighs, soft and useless; he couldn’t get hard again even if he tried.
He was dry… utterly spent.
Yumi, Reika, and Agnes approached him—the only three who had already shared that level of intimacy with him.
Alessandra and Katherine didn’t even look in his direction. Without a word, they turned their backs and headed out to gather food and wood, already preparing a fire.
Yumi swallowed nervously, her voice trembling.
“...How did it go?”
Iryoku pushed himself upright, swaying from exhaustion.
He stepped aside, letting the girls move toward the carriage.
“She reacted…” he muttered, voice rough and scraped thin.
He braced one arm against the carriage frame, trying to steady himself.
Aqua—already summoned earlier—drifted closer and released a cool mist of healing water.
But Iryoku shook his head.
“Not me… go heal Christina. And clean her. And the carriage. I’ll be fine in a minute.”
The girls nodded and stepped inside together.
What they found made all of them freeze.
If they hadn’t known Iryoku—they would’ve thought several men had gangbanged Christina.
Inside the carriage, Christina lay on the floor, her entire body glazed in cum.
Her face, her lips, her thighs, stomach, breasts, hair, even her toes—every inch of her was drenched.
Her pussy overflowed with thick white seed, the excess dripping down her inner thighs.
Even her asshole leaked, filled and stretched to the brim by his essence.
It was depraved.
Unrestrained.
Shocking.
And yet—not a single one of the girls who had been with Iryoku felt disgust.
They felt envy.
Agnes felt it the hardest.
The moment she saw Christina’s state, her legs almost gave out.
Her breath hitched—heat shot through her body so fast she nearly came just from the sight.
“So he did it in that place…” she whispered, trembling.
She forced herself back to focus and commanded Aqua sharply.
The beautiful water spirit swelled into a large sphere, gently engulfing Christina—washing her body, soothing her skin, healing every mark and tension.
Then Aqua rippled outward, sweeping through the carriage, dissolving and swallowing up the massive quantities of Iryoku’s essence.
Within moments, the space was spotless. Aqua returned to her normal form, shimmering faintly.
Reika knelt beside Christina, gently lifting her by the shoulders and helping her sit upright.
Christina’s bunny ears hung low, still limp and lifeless.
“She’s… reacting,” Reika whispered, eyes widening as she felt the faint tremors of life returning.
Outside, Iryoku had already dressed—his black clothes and armor freshly cleaned by Aqua’s water.
He stepped into the doorway just as Christina’s eyes fluttered open.
She blinked slowly.
Her vision steadied.
Three girls hovered around her.
And behind them—
The man in black.
Her gaze locked on him.
Her white bunny ears slowly lifted, standing upright.
“Sister Christina, are you alright?” Yumi asked softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek.
Reika and Agnes gently helped her slip back into her silver nun outfit—torn at the stomach and back, but still wearable.
From outside, Alessandra called out:
“The bonfire’s ready!”
A small thunk followed as she knocked on the carriage frame.
Iryoku stepped forward, crouched, and lifted Christina with steady arms.
“Come here, sister,” he murmured.
“Let’s get you warm… and get something into your stomach.”
Christina didn’t speak.
Didn’t resist.
She just stared at his face—quiet, dazed.
Once outside, he sat her near the bonfire, the girls gathering around her in a loose circle.
Katherine returned just then, a beast carcass slung casually over her shoulder.
She froze for a moment—surprised to see the nun actually reacting.
Then she saw something even stranger.
Iryoku knelt on the snowy grass in front of Christina.
He lowered his head and pressed his forehead to the frozen ground.
“Sister… I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“It’s my fault. I’m sorry for everything that happened to you… to the children… to your church. It’s my fault. And I’m sorry for what I did to wake you up… I took advantage of you. If you want to hit me, beat me up—if you want to kick me in the balls, I deserve it.”
The girls stared, stunned.
It wasn’t often they saw Iryoku like this.
Yumi moved behind him, tears already forming.
“I’m sorry too…” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Thinking of the children—what happened to them—made her chest tighten, a suffocating ache of guilt gnawing at her.
Christina watched them both, tears welling in her eyes. Even the others seemed visibly affected.
She swallowed hard, then spoke, her voice shaky but steady:
“You did nothing wrong…
Evil people did this. They destroyed everything I loved.”
Her voice broke into a sob, but she continued:
“So please… lift your heads.”
They obeyed, rising slowly.
Iryoku exhaled and spoke, voice low but steady:
“That bastard is already dead. We—”
He corrected himself, pointing at Katherine.
“She’s the one who killed Alexander. His city fell, and we saved as many lives as we could.
Her people took the freed slaves somewhere safe.”
Christina sucked in a trembling breath.
Katherine scratched her cheek and looked away.
“It wasn’t me,” she muttered. “Don’t give me the credit. You killed him. I just… finished the job and took the head.”
She turned to Iryoku.
“And even though I didn’t like the method you used to wake her up…”
She clicked her tongue. “…it worked. And you were the one who kept fighting even after that demon queen appeared.”
Christina suddenly collapsed to her knees, the weight of everything finally breaking her open. A raw sob tore out of her chest. Tears spilled freely as she trembled, unable to hold herself together any longer.
Iryoku and the girls rushed to her side.
“You’ve got too much to live for,” Iryoku said softly, steadying her shoulders. “Don’t lose hope. Whatever it is—you’re not facing it alone.”
Christina wiped her face, hiccuping. Fragments of everything she'd been through slammed into her: hazy flashes of him fighting a dark creature while she drifted in that empty, catatonic void.
Iryoku gave her a wide grin and thumped his chest.
“Ask me anything you want, Sister Christina. I’m here with you. If you don’t have anything else, live for me—and I’ll live for you.”
She stared at him, dazed… then something clicked.
Her gaze dropped to her hands, then to her clothes.
Without a word, she started stripping.
Her silver nun outfit slid off her body in shaking, frantic motions.
“W–wait—what are you doing?” Iryoku blurted out, completely thrown off.
Everyone froze.
Christina’s face twisted—anger, disgust, something wild and furious eating her expression from the inside.
Her hands shook as she tore at the fabric, ripping off her habit, then her underwear—messy, uneven shreds flying everywhere.
Within seconds she stood naked, chest and ass exposed to the cold air. She didn’t care. Not even a little.
She grabbed the torn clothes and hurled them straight into the fire, eyes blazing.
“This filthy outfit… from that worthless, lying, fucking goddess!” she spat.
The group stared, stunned—how could words like that come from someone usually so innocent?
Then Christina turned toward him, her pink eyes blazing with rage, a look almost insane.
For a moment, Iryoku actually felt scared.
But her fury snapped into a bright, feverish smile, her eyes wild, half-closed, unhinged, almost glowing.
She stepped closer, then suddenly dropped to her knees, pressing her hands together like a trembling, desperate worshipper.
“Oh Lord Iryoku… oh great Black God… you, the true protector…”
Her voice quivered with wild devotion.
“I worship you with my entire being. My savior. My everything. My one and only true god.”
The whole group—including Iryoku—instinctively leaned back at the same time.
“EHHHHHHHHHHHH?!”