The Lust Lord Librarian

Despite having his own problems to deal with, Adal would not simply stand idle when put in a position where he could help others.

Penelope did not say a word as she watched Adal stride down the Alleyway with his head high, and not an ounce of nerves in his step.

She wondered why the Librarian felt so confident that he was capable of helping the poor woman. Adal, on the other hand, knew exactly why he was confident.

He had already checked the man’s system. He was nothing but an unawakened level one, and judging by his sexual history, he was a prominent sexual offender. Adal noticed surnames on the list that were commonly known to belong to bastards who did not know their parents’ identities, and sometimes women without surnames, highlighting just how impoverished they were.

This was a man who took advantage of women.

Now, Adal would take advantage of him.

As the man tried to force himself onto the woman, he noticed Adal’s tall shadowed figure making its way towards him. The man, whose name was Brood, stopped and turned to face him.

"Fuck you want?" The man spat, never letting go of his prey. "This one’s mine, I paid for her, I swear it. If you want to fuck her, you’ll have to wait for your turn. Gotta warn you though, she’s a fighter. Might have to use a little force."

Brood the Pervert turned his attention to the woman and began trying to rip off her brown rags. Meanwhile, she screamed and fought against him, trying her best to escape his grasp.

Adal couldn’t watch any longer. Using his stored lust mana, and his skill Mana Conversion, he used the wind element to blow a strong gust of air into the alleyway with a slight push of his hand.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough to force the man to let go of the woman, as her smaller body tumbled off to the side and landed on the ground with a thud.

Penelope watched with confusion, wondering why Adal had done that. From her perspective, it seemed like Adal had attacked her.

That wasn’t the case. In fact, things had turned out exactly the way he wanted them to.

With the prostitute now knocked onto her arse, her body was conveniently positioned behind the pervert, so that she was shielding him from the wind.

That gave him the perfect opportunity to use mana conversion again and switch his chosen element from wind to fire.

Flames erupted from his palm and kissed the air in front of him like waves. Adal felt like a dragon as the flames roared and devoured the pervert alive.

"AHHH FUCK, HELPPP!’"

The man screamed as his body was being eaten alive by scorching fire. The alleyway was no longer dark, as it was illuminated by the intense flames.

Brood tried his best to bat the flames away from his body, but it was to no avail. They first stripped off his clothes and then began to work on his flesh.

The prostitute stood behind the man, only able to see his back. She watched the man being burnt alive, his screams joining the various other noises that spread throughout the city.

Eventually, his blackened corpse fell to the ground, and the sounds of agony faded away. That left Adal standing there, feeling indifferent about taking another life.

Not everyone deserved to live.

"T-thank you." The young prostitute barely managed to speak through her shock. Being in her line of work made her grow used to seeing horrific sights. Rather than fearing the librarian, she saw him as her saviour.

Adal simply nodded his head and turned away from the woman. He had no intentions of engaging in conversation with her. He simply wanted to do his part and leave.

However, that was when Penelope stepped forward.

The woman’s face was serious, and her forehead was sweating. Adal noticed that her skin had become pale, clearly feeling sickly from the sight of death. However, she pushed through and tried her best to put on a strong front.

"You... You must put this life behind you, young woman."

Her voice was firm, yet somehow shaky at the same time.

The prostitute’s eyes went wide, taken aback by the words.

"What do you mean?" She stuttered.

"I mean, that I can see by the chain around your neck that you’re a believer of The Mother. Does The Mother not speak clearly about purity and sticking to one man for the entirety of one’s life?"

Somehow, Penelope had noticed something that Adal hadn’t. The prostitute was religious; a rare thing.

Still, even if he had noticed, it would have made no difference. He had no care for the woman.

Yet, Penelope did.

The prostitute looked down at the ground with a sudden sad look in her eyes. She had the face of someone who had already been defeated.

"Thank you for your words, but it’s truly too late for me. I have been with far too many men... The Mother will not forgive me for what I have done."

Adal knew her words to be true. Her Sexual History told him that she had been with over a hundred men.

However, Penelope did not seem to care. She bit her lip, desperate to prove the woman otherwise.

"It isn’t too late, it never is!"

Her words were sharp and made the prostitute recoil.

"B-but..."

"No buts! The Mother might not forget one’s sins, but she does forgive and encourage those who have strayed down the wrong path to turn to a righteous one."

"That just doesn’t seem like enough..." The prostitute replied sadly. "I feel like I do not deserve to be forgiven. How can someone like me be forgiven?"

At this, Adal thought that the words of the prostitute might leave Penelope stumped with no answer to give.

To his surprise, the woman started to smile.

"Yes, that is why I have decided to take on a penance. A voluntary act of self-punishment, to show The Mother, and my lover, how sincere I am in changing my ways... Would you like to join me on this journey?"

...

It was after this conversation with the prostitute that Penelope May awakened her class.