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Chapter 32: How to Bind a Far Eastern Lewd Fox (R-18)
In the labyrinthine city of Orario, a new pantheon had emerged. They were not the genuine deities who had descended from the celestial planes with divine blood in their veins, but a much more elusive sort—creators who, with nothing but ink, parchment, and a depraved imagination, had spread masterpieces of carnal chaos across the lower world.
The irony that actual gods were the ones doing the worshipping was lost on no one.
The setting was the Divine Den of Vice, a secret sanctum nestled deep beneath the city's cobblestone streets. Here, the air was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and the low, hushed tones of men engaged in what was ostensibly a high-level exchange of intelligence. In reality, it was a gathering of divine degenerates.
"Hey, have you reached the final chapter of that new one? The one where the Sword Princess puts that 'special training' above all else?"
"Read it? I've practically memorized it. Dangerous Minotaur. I used to believe that eroticism followed the law of subtraction—the fewer the clothes, the greater the heat. But this... this was a revelation in addition. Adding layers, using those furs to frame the most vital areas... it's genius. It makes the imagination do the heavy lifting."
"I've always been a connoisseur of surprisingly stacked hidden curves," another god interjected, stroking his chin with a scholarly air. "But as a samurai of the spirit, I felt the true essence of eroticism in the allure of her defenseless belly. The contrast between the fur and her skin... by my honor, I have arrived to fulfill my duty!"
"Man, you think that's something? Listen to this," a god laughed, leaning back in his chair. "One of my boys—a Level 1 who can barely swing a mace—convinced himself this was the secret to a Rank Up. He cornered the Level 4 who acts as his mentor and begged her to put on the outfit and 'train' him. Poor kid... she kicked him so hard he did three mid-air flips before hitting a wall. He's been in the infirmary for three days, but he's still smiling. It's pathetic!"
"Ha! Same here. I caught one of my followers slipping into a high-end tailor with his life savings. He wasn't ordering armor; he was getting a custom-made Dangerous Minotaur set. He's probably going to pay his favorite girl in the Pleasure Quarter to wear it while they do the deed."
The room was buzzing. Even to the eyes of the gods, who had seen eons of history, the "Dangerous Minotaur" costume was something that bordered on the divine. It had sparked a fever in the city, turning timid adventurers into bold seekers of "special training."
"My, my, it seems the atmosphere in here is reaching a boiling point."
"""Mr. Chairman!!"""
The heavy oak doors creaked open as Hermes stepped into the room, his signature hat tilted low over eyes that twinkled with a merchant's greed and a god's mischief. The rowdy gods fell into an expectant silence. They knew the Chairman never arrived empty-handed.
"Chairman! Don't keep us in suspense! Is it...?"
"Oho, you certainly have a sharp eye for quality," Hermes chuckled, reaching into his cloak. "Exactly! Freshly bound, hot off the press, and still steaming with the author's passion... the newest work from the God-tier Creator himself!!"
""""UOOOOOOOOOH!!!!""""
A synchronized roar of triumph shook the subterranean chamber. Hermes held the book aloft like a holy relic. To the gods of Orario, this was the only scripture that mattered.
"Now then, gentlemen... if you wish to partake in this enlightenment, please form an orderly line. And have your Valis ready."
"F*ck off, Hermes! You're actually charging us!? ...Fine, take it. One copy."
"Double the price? You're a d*mn price gouger, you sleazy merchant! ...Give me one copy."
"As expected of the Chairman... truly filthy. ...One copy!"
"D*mn it... my secret savings are practically melted. ...One copy, please!"
Valis changed hands at a dizzying pace. As each god received their prize, they fell into a rapt silence, staring at the cover. It featured Haruhime, her elegant kimono disheveled and slipping off her shoulders, her limbs bound tightly by coarse, rough hemp rope. Standing over her was Bell, his usual innocence replaced by a slightly sadistic, dominant smirk as he toyed with the end of the binding.
"Oho... little Haruhime this time? A bold choice."
"I knew it! During the War Game, when she chanted 'Grow larger, grow larger~'... I knew that fox was hiding a wealth of potential. There's no way that was just about levels."
"To see this kind of detail... the God-tier Author is a monster of the craft!"
"Wait, young Bell as a dominant? It feels almost blasphemous... and yet, strangely fitting."
"Just read it, you old farts. I have a feeling the story is going to go places we never expected."
The sound of pages turning filled the room as the gods dove headfirst into the narrative.
『—Lord Bell♡』
『Ugh... Miss Haruhime♡ I... I'm already... at my limit...♡』
『Yes... please... finish yourself inside Haruhime to your heart's content♡』
The story didn't bother with a slow burn. It opened in the middle of a frantic carnal union, the art capturing every drop of moisture and every frantic breath.
"What!? No lead-up? Straight to the union!?" one god whispered, his eyes wide. "This goes against every trope in my divine records! Where is the tension!?"
"Shut up and look at the irresistible maternal charm she's radiating," another hissed. "Young Bell looking exhausted and being comforted by Haruhime's overwhelming motherly aura... my heart is going kyun♡!"
"Wait for it," a third god muttered, his finger hovering over the next page. "My erotica-soul tells me this is just the appetizer."
True to his word, the next panel showed Bell looking profoundly dissatisfied. He was pulling away from a confused Haruhime, his brow furrowed.
『Miss Haruhime, whenever we do this, you're always so passive. You're holding back, aren't you? You aren't actually reaching your own peak.』
『But, that's... that is just to ensure your pleasure, Lord Bell. Haruhime is a servant... I don't particularly...』
『I won't have it!』 the manga-Bell shouted, his face darkening with a sudden intensity. 『I refuse to be the only one enjoying this! If you won't let yourself go, I'll have to force you. That's why I prepared this!』
From the shadows of the room, he produced the coarse hemp rope seen on the cover. With a sharp, violent snap, he pulled it taut. He began to circle her like a predator. Haruhime watched him, her tail trembling, as he moved behind her and began to bind her arms with clinical, expert precision.
"I see... the opening was just to make her vulnerable," a god whispered, transfixed. "He's a god-tier genius."
"The look on her face... the conflict between her duty as a servant and the thrill of being bound... it's exquisite!"
"Wait... why is Bell so good at those knots? Those are high-level binding arts."
『Um, Lord Bell! Where on earth did you learn such... such a shameful way to tie someone!?』
『Lord Takemikazuchi taught it to me as a technique for non-lethal restraint,』 the manga-Bell replied, his voice a low, commanding rumble. 『Though... it was Lord Hermes who showed me the true application for these knots...』
"CHAIRMAN!! YOU SLEAZY B*STARD!!"
"You're corrupting the innocent rabbit! You're the real villain here!"
"The Council finds you guilty! Execution by a thousand kicks!"
Hermes raised his hands in a mocking gesture of surrender. "Hey, hey, let's be reasonable. If a student is learning Far Eastern binding arts, a good mentor would naturally point out the... versatile nature of the craft. I'm just an educator!"
"Someone call the cops! Call the Ganesha Familia!"
"Actually... do we think Bell is still pure in real life? With Hestia as his goddess, the odds are fifty-fifty."
"Look at his face, though. He looks like a predatory wolf in a rabbit's skin. If Apollo saw this, he'd probably jump off the city walls in a fit of jealousy. Too bad he's exiled and can't see what he's missing."
The banter died down instantly as the next page was turned. The atmosphere in the room changed, becoming heavy and thick with shared, silent tension.
『Ngh... ugh♡ Please... please undo this, Lord Be-e-e-ell~♡♡』
『Eh? I can't do that. You're far too naughty, Miss Haruhime. You always close your legs and resist me otherwise. Tha-at's why... I'm going to rub you right here... until you're screaming for me to stop♡』
Haruhime was bound in a way that left her completely exposed and utterly helpless. Bell's fingers began to move, a rhythmic wet friction♡ sound effect following his touch. Tears beaded at the corners of Haruhime's eyes as her body betrayed her, her tail puffing out in an involuntary reaction.
She pleaded with him to stop, her voice a sweet, melodic agony, but the manga-Bell was relentless. He enjoyed her resistance, his eyes shining with a bratty, selfish delight as he "taught" her body to crave the sensation. When she tried to writhe away, he snapped at her like a selfish brat disciplining a disobedient pet, forcing her to stay still.
Finally, the inevitable happened.
『—FUGYUU!!?♡♡♡』
『Wow... amazing, Miss Haruhime. Look at you. You really were holding back, weren't you? My hand is completely soaked... but seeing you like this makes me so happy!』
『Ah♡! Ah-h!!♡♡』
As he pulled his hand away, a glistening string of fluid stretched from her, catching the light before dripping onto the floor with a soft plip.
"Holy... that is... that is too much. My heart can't take this!"
"I... I feel like I've just beheld a divine revelation. I was laughing five minutes ago, and now... I feel like I've caught a glimpse into a world of pure terror and beauty!"
"Heh... you know why? Because this isn't just a book. It's a Masterpiece!!"
"I never knew I liked it when they screamed... I've discovered a new facet of desire today. Thank you, God-tier Author!"
"I... I think I've just seen the face of God. And it has rabbit ears."
The gods were frantic now, their fingers shaking as they turned the final pages. Some were leaning so close to the paper they were practically inhaling the ink.
『Now then... for the main event. I was the only one who finished earlier, so let's make sure we both cross the finish line together this time, Miss Haruhime♡』
『—Wai... wait. Haruhime isn't—ngh!!?♡♡♡』
『Ah, amazing!♡ You're so tight... it's even better than before!!♡』
『!?♡... !!??♡♡』
Haruhime's consciousness had dissolved into a sea of white heat. She was no longer a person, just a vessel for the pleasure Bell was pumping into her with the frantic, rapid-fire thrusts of a rabbit in heat.
『Aah!♡ Ah, hah♡♡ Lord... Bell...♡♡』
『This is it, Miss Haruhime! This is what it feels like to truly be one!!♡』
"D*mn it! I'm out! I'm going to the restroom!"
"Wait! You b*stard, don't you dare go alone! I'm coming too!"
"We aren't actually going to 'do it' in the same stall, are we!? ...Fine, move over, I'm coming as well!!"
The assembly turned into a stampede as the male gods scrambled for the exits. What they intended to do... well, that requires no explanation.
Hermes stood alone in the center of the room, looking at his own copy with a thoughtful expression. "My, my. He's truly elevated himself from mere talent to a true god-tier creator. Still... maybe I should stop by the general store on the way to the Pleasure Quarter."
He weighed a coil of hemp rope in his hand, a small, dangerous smile playing on his lips.
It goes without saying that over the next few days, several high-ranking gods were spotted heading toward the city's Entertainment District, white-knuckling coils of rope and wearing very, very purposeful expressions.
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