Double Dagger Delinquent

Chapter 152 Audience with the Demon Queen

Deep punches echoed in the darkness.

A dark room.

Everything was black—heavy, suffocating, somber—where laughter and insults were thrown around, muffled by the bag covering the head.

Someone was being attacked.

Restrained.

The whole body bound.

Unable to move.

Blows kept landing, striking every part of the person’s body. The covered face tilted upward, the mouth opening in a desperate attempt to scream—only to be silenced by the rag stuffed inside.

Then, at the end, a kick crashed down.

The body jolted violently, the mouth opening wide—

no sound came.

Couldn’t scream.

Couldn’t move.

Only suffer.

Tears fell as all color drained away.

“You deserved it.”

The words came more clearly this time, accompanied by a wide grin and laughter in the background.

Alessandra gasped, jolting upright in a small, dark room.

Her body was drenched in sweat. Her breath came fast and uneven as she clutched at her chest. Her hands trembled violently.

She looked down at her wrist.

A bruise marked her skin.

It was there again.

Self-inflicted.

She had done it in her sleep.

Panic surged through her as she snapped her head up, scanning the room.

Several figures lay nearby on crude bedrolls. The space was quiet, though distant voices could be heard—muffled, far away. The structure felt primitive, like a straw hut, its walls rough and uneven. The air was warm, humid, unfamiliar.

Her gaze locked onto the others.

Yumi.

Reika.

Agnes.

Christina.

Katherine.

All sleeping.

Relief hit her—then vanished instantly.

Her eyes darted around the room again.

He wasn’t there.

Alessandra shot to her feet.

“Iryoku—?!” she cried. “Where are you?! My weapons—where are they?!”

She spun wildly, panic driving her movements. The noise stirred the others.

“S–Sensei…?” Yumi muttered sleepily, pushing herself up. Her eyes focused—then widened.

“What’s happening…?”

She froze.

“…Where is Iryoku?!”

Her voice rose into a shout.

The others jolted awake at once, scrambling to their feet. Confusion and relief mixed on their faces—they were alive, but in a place none of them recognized.

Katherine was the first to steady herself.

“Shh,” she hissed. “There are people outside. Everyone—on guard.”

She stepped forward instinctively, placing herself between the hut’s entrance and the others. The rest followed her lead.

Christina clutched her hands together, eyes wide with deep worry.

“Sister Katherine… where is the Great God Iryoku…?”

Reika’s fingers crackled faintly as magic gathered.

“Prepare for anything.”

Agnes stirred last.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinking lazily.

“Ehehe… what’s happening…?”

She swayed—and promptly slumped back down.

“Hehehe… it’s time for your milky, Iryoku… here…” she mumbled dreamily, her hands drifting to her chest and squeezing absentmindedly.

The others stared at her in disbelief.

“This is not the time for that,” Alessandra whispered sharply.

At that moment, the hut’s entrance shifted.

The door creaked open.

An elderly, hunched robed woman stepped inside, leaning heavily on an ancient, ornate staff.

“I see you are all awake,” Vitka muttered calmly.

The girls reacted instantly—arms raised, bodies tensing, stances snapping into defensive formation.

Then—

Agnes’s eyes flew open.

She bolted upright.

“Mas—ter…!”

She rushed forward and dropped to her knees, throwing herself against the old woman’s legs, clinging tightly to her robes.

“Master… Master Vitka…” Agnes sobbed.

“Thank goodness… thank goodness you’re okay… I wanted to see you so much.”

Vitka looked down at her in silence. Her grip tightened on her staff, her expression serious for a moment.

But she couldn’t hold it for long.

She let the staff slip from her hand and bent down, wrapping Agnes in a gentle embrace. Her eyes shimmered faintly.

“Child… I am sorry I was not with you,” Vitka said softly.

“My little Agnes… I am glad you are safe.”

Warmth spread through the hut. The others felt relief—real relief—for the first time since the battle.

But urgency still lingered.

Reika stepped forward.

“Lady Vitka… where is Iryoku? The man who was with us,” she asked, her voice tight with worry.

Everyone’s eyes fixed on the old mage.

Agnes stood as well, gripping Vitka’s sleeve.

“Master… where is he? Please tell me he’s okay.”

Tears still shimmered in her eyes.

Vitka nodded slightly.

“I have already healed the young boy.”

The weight dropped from the girls’ shoulders all at once.

Vitka studied them carefully—specifically Alessandra, Yumi, and Reika.

“You three… are the summoned champions, right? You do not look so different from us,” she murmured, rubbing her chin.

“But you are special.”

She turned back to Agnes.

“You truly succeeded,” Vitka said.

“You summoned beings from another realm… though from what I hear, it was not for the protection of the kingdom.”

Her voice sounded tired. Heavy.

Agnes lowered her head, her face twisting sadly.

“I…”

Suddenly, deep killing intent rose around Alessandra, Reika, and Yumi.

"Of course… I forgot," Yumi said coldly. "Are you one of that bastard king's people…?"

She mimed pulling back an invisible bowstring as a magic arrow formed in her hand, its tip spiraling like a drill.

Reika’s hand crackled with gathering lightning.

Alessandra’s arms and legs were coated in Leben, her stance shifting into full readiness.

Christina and Katherine were startled for a split second—but both reacted immediately, squaring up and summoning their Leben as well.

Agnes moved instantly, stepping in front of them.

“Stop—please!” she cried.

“My master is not a bad person… I know that!”

The girls lowered their killing intent slightly, but kept their guards up.

Vitka simply sighed.

“I suppose you had a bad encounter with that stupid king…”

She shook her head.

“Worry not. I am my own person. I act only to help people… and—”

“I don’t care about that right now,” Alessandra interrupted, gripping her own wrist.

“Just take us to Iryoku! We need to see him!”

Vitka squinted her eyes, feeling the apprehension radiating from the girls.

“Very well… come with me,” she said.

“Young people these days have no respect for their elders.”

She turned to retrieve her staff, trying to crouch—but her body failed her.

She wobbled slightly.

Agnes moved instantly, lifting the staff and supporting her.

“Careful, Master.”

Together, they stepped outside.

The girls followed—and froze.

They were inside a massive cave. Glowing stones were embedded high in the ceiling and along the walls, bathing everything in soft, unnatural light.

Before them stood a colossal, pyramid-like structure—its shape unmistakable, reminiscent of the ancient stepped pyramids of Earth’s southern continents. Broad terraces rose in angular layers, weathered by time. It stood only a few dozen meters away.

Ancient.

Silent.

Beyond it stretched a dense jungle. The trees were tall and unfamiliar, their trunks thick and twisted, their leaves broad and alien—nothing like the forests surrounding Uruk.

“Where are we…?” Yumi whispered, awe filling her voice.

Reika swallowed.

“We’re not back in our own world… right?”

Vitka walked ahead.

“We are still within our realm… the Makikoku. The ruins had a small portal that led here… this place…”

She continued forward without slowing.

“But you don’t care about that right now, do you? …We are almost there.”

The girls nodded. They had many questions—but above all else, they wanted to see Iryoku.

As they walked, faint sounds reached them—voices carried through the trees, far off on the other side of the pyramid. Crackling bonfires. Murmured conversations. Even the distant laughter of children.

It eased them, just a little.

Vitka led them toward a nearby hill. At first glance, it looked like a crude mound of stone, but as they approached, its shape became clear—an artificial structure, as if someone had piled massive rocks together in imitation of the pyramid itself.

Vitka lifted her gaze to the top.

There, hidden among the stone, was a narrow opening.

“He is there,” she said quietly.

“He is physically healed. All his wounds are gone… but—”

She suddenly raised her voice.

“Deborah! Bring the boy here! People wish to see him!”

No answer came.

Vitka sighed and shook her head.

“That child… always misbehaving. Still, if not for her detecting you and rushing to your location, we would never have found you.”

She turned to the six girls.

“You will have to go yourselves. My old body will not allow me to climb.”

The girls exchanged uncertain glances. They all remembered the demonic woman who had saved them.

Alessandra nodded.

Together, they leapt up, landing atop the stone mound with ease, then made their way toward the opening. It was barely a meter and a half wide. They crouched and squeezed inside, crawling downward into darkness.

At first, it was completely black.

Then faintly glowing stones embedded in the tunnel walls began to appear, illuminating the narrow passage as it descended deeper into the rock.

Eventually, the tunnel opened into a chamber—about three meters high and ten meters wide. Spacious enough for all of them to stand comfortably.

They landed softly.

Something rustled in the far corner, partially hidden behind a slab of stone.

Two reptilian, silver-grey eyes gleamed in the darkness.

A deep chill ran through them for a brief moment—then vanished almost instantly.

They moved closer.

Deborah lay on a makeshift bed on the ground, fashioned from furs and animal skins. She was curled in on herself, naked, her impossibly vast curves and seemingly infinite beauty glowing faintly in the dim light. She was in her human form, yet her towering two-meter height made her presence feel unreal.

Beside her, Iryoku lay sleeping, naked as well, his body dwarfed by Deborah’s. She gently rubbed his head, her movements slow and tender, then brushed her cheek against him. Her eyes were half-closed, and in that quiet moment she radiated nothing but pure love and care for him.

The girls finally moved.

Yumi was the first to speak.

“Hi… Deborah. I’m Yumi…”

Deborah slowly turned her head toward them. Her gaze settled on Yumi, studying her closely.

“Yu… mi… Yu… mi…” she murmured, as if recalling something distant.

Then, almost to herself, she whispered,

“Yu… mi… Rei… ka… Ale… ssa… Iryu… girls…”

The three girls looked surprised.

Yumi continued carefully.

“Yes. We are Iryoku’s… girls. Did he tell you about us?”

Deborah paused, thinking.

Then she stood.

Her massive form towered over them as she stepped forward, her immense curves shifting with each movement. Instinctively, the girls huddled closer together.

Katherine raised a hand, forming a blade of energy.

Alessandra lifted her arms as well, squaring her stance.

The rest hesitated, unsure of what to do.

“Easy—easy,” Yumi said quickly, stepping forward in an attempt to calm everyone. Being the smallest among them, her body looked almost comical as she positioned herself in front of the towering Deborah, as if to shield the others.

“We’re friends,” Reika added.

Christina tilted her head.

“Are you also one of the holy wives of The Great God Iryoku, The Holy Breeder?”

Agnes asked softly,

“Is he alright? Can we check on him?”

Deborah crouched down in front of them, sniffing the air like an animal. Her eyes were serious—intense enough that the girls could feel their weight.

Then, suddenly, she smiled, flashing small fangs.

“Iryu scent…” she said slowly, pointing at them. “You…”

Then she pointed at herself.

“Deborah… Iryu mate too…”

She tapped her own chest.

“Me. Deborah.”

Then she pointed at Yumi.

“Yumi.”

She gestured to the others, clearly asking for their names.

“I’m Alessandra,”

“Alessa,” Deborah repeated.

“Reika. Nice to meet you,”

“Rei… ka,” Deborah echoed.

“My name is Agnes,”

“Ag… nes,” Deborah repeated, smiling faintly, as if the name felt familiar.

Christina suddenly struck a dramatic pose, her bunny ears flapping.

“Thunder thighs power, Make up!… Henshin!”

She spun on her heel in a full circle, her chest and hips jiggling, then tugged at the laces of her nun habit, transforming it into its lewd version. She raised one hand high, then lowered it into a peace sign above her eye.

“I am the devoted naked bunny nun Christina, baptized by cum and disciple of the Holy Breeder, the Black God Iryoku!”

She thrust both hands forward, striking exaggerated poses like a transformed heroine introducing herself.

Deborah tilted her head, surprised by the sudden transformation of Christina’s habit into a lewd, naked corset and garters, her curves spilling free. The display left Deborah visibly overwhelmed by both the sight and the speech.

Then—to everyone’s shock—she struck a strange pose as well and grinned, flashing her small fangs.

Her body suddenly shifted as she turned clumsily in place.

“Deborah… shinka!”

Her human skin was abruptly covered by black, obsidian-like armored scales. Her hands lifted at her sides, fingers twisting as they turned into claws. She clenched them, staring in fascination. Horns grew from her head as she moved her upper body up and down dramatically, then struck a crude fighting pose, acting as if she were roaring.

Then she struck the same pose Christina had used and spun on her heel, imitating Christina’s transformation.

Her body shifted back into her human form—naked—her humongous figure jiggling even more than Christina’s.

“Oh! Did the Great God teach you that? It’s so good!” Christina asked excitedly, clapping her hands.

Reika rubbed her forehead.

“Why does he teach them these things…?”

Katherine shook her head, frowning.

Yumi simply smiled, squinting her eyes.

Deborah finally nodded.

“Chris… ti…”

She then turned her gaze to Katherine, waiting.

Katherine had been leaning against the rocky wall with her arms crossed. Seeing no hostility from Deborah, she sighed and stepped forward.

“I am Katherine.”

“Kat… ine,” Deborah repeated.

She smiled—then finally stepped aside, allowing the girls to move closer to Iryoku.

Katherine and Alessandra hesitated for a moment—he was naked—but they pushed past the discomfort and stepped forward. Agnes and Reika knelt beside him, carefully examining his condition.

“He’s okay,” Agnes said after a moment. “Everything looks fine.”

Reika gently rubbed Iryoku’s cheek, then instinctively leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“It’s time to wake up.”

Yumi held his hand tightly.

“We’re okay… we all survived.”

But their smiles slowly faded.

He didn’t stir.

He didn’t react.

He looked as though he were sleeping deeply—too deeply.

Alessandra moved closer, no longer caring about his nakedness. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as panic tightened her breath. She pulled him closer, holding his body against hers.

“Iryoku…” she whispered.

“Please wake up. Wake up.”

She shook him gently.

He didn’t wake.

Agnes turned to Deborah, who was crouched beside them, watching closely.

“Deborah… how long has he been sleeping like this?”

“Fight…” Deborah said slowly.

“Very tired… Iryu sleep… me protect Iryu…”

She lowered her face, licked his cheek, then kissed him a few times.

“Iryu rest… Iryu tired…”

Still, the girls couldn’t shake the grim uncertainty that settled over them.