***
The door opened, revealing a woman wearing a loose dress.
It is said to be a dress, but just blow of wind can expose her completely naked body.
But as there was no wind, it didn't affect Mirias. What affected him was the slight amount of transperency of the fabric.
Her graceful silouet, with fine curves, barely clinging onto her privacy, tempted Mirias to the extreme.
"W-what is going on?" He asked looking completely confused.
Aiko gave him a smug look saying softly, "If I can't do it alone, I'll call for backup~"
With that, the night became lively~
(Who TF Wrote this SCRIPT!!? Where's the fucking Smut I was promised!!)
***
In the Waking World, inside a well known couples hotel, Parsil watched as the corpse lay bare in front of him, moving gently and seductively.
They had just finished for the night, "Well, I guess being unable to conceive improves pleasure by a lot." Jet spoke.
They had just tried condoms for the first time, and Jet, who was used to doing it raw now hated it with a passion.
"Well, you can't expect to impregnate a doll when you fuck it." Parsil spoke with a chuckle.
Jet glared at him, her eyes feeling insulted, "Do you want to die?!" She hissed.
Parsil laughed and patted her head, her face marked with his fluid. She looked so cute while angry.
"Only the dead gods know who created a creepy abomination like you." Jet remarked.
"You won't believe it, but my father is a spawn of a God and a Demon. Imagine when a God banged his own flaw."
"I don't wanna imagine that cursed thing. Are you implying that Death is Male?" (She is imagining her flaw as a person.)
"I mean, Death prefers being male, but Gods can change gender at will." (He's talking about Shadow)
"Which gods and daemosn are your grandparents again?"
"Oh, I don't know yet. But I would say Death would make a good mother. He's greener than a green flag." Parsil answered.
"Gods! Stop sexualizing Divine Beings! Do you want them to throw heavenly punishment at you?"
"I wouldn't know much about mere heavenly punishment. But I did saw and talked to Hope for a few seconds."
Jet looked at him with confusion, "What are you implying?"
"That it would be worth the risk."
"...." Jet was baffled with speechlessness.
"...." Parsil looked pleased with himself.
He's a soldier and a traveler. And he was ready to explore the deepest part of female divinities if he ever gets the chance.
But to his regret, all divinities were dead.
"I am starting to regret associating with you." Jet said with a sigh.
"But you also know it's too late to escape me." Parsil offered.
"I Know! For the love my living self, I know!"
Parsil stared at her and pounced on her again.
"H-Hey! wait for me to rec-Ah~!"
The night passed filled with moans.
**
(Whoever is writing the script needs to be fired)
[Too late! You never hired anyone!]
In the Song Domain.
Rain tightly closed her eyes with her palms as she tried her best to stop the sounds from reaching her brain.
She didn't wish to hear the two on the other room.
Her teacher had noise cancellation attached at him room, it was her who placed a secret microphone memory in his room to spy on his nightly activities.
But her big brain plan has spectacularly backfired as the speaker memory connected to the microphone is now letting out lewd moans that didn't hold anything back.
She knew that slut was aware of the memory, she just couldn't prove it yet.
Beast-master Eunbin turned out to be a very lewd bitch. She held nothing back, moaning as if she was letting herself out.
The problem was, with the tone of her moans, Rain could actually imagine the pace of their activity.
Every time the pace fastened, Eunbin would moan like "heh~heh~heh~heh!"
When the pace was slow and gentle, it would be like, "Ahn~! Ahn~! Umnh~! Faaster~!"
And when Enubin was riding him it would be like, "mnmh~mnm~mnmh~yanh~!"
Rain never wanted to hear these moans of the bitch who stole her teacher from her. She had already lost a teacher, so her attachment to this one was much more than she could've imagined.
It hurts so much hearing that bitch feeling her teachers sword without any restraint.
'Just wait you bitch! Once I become a Saint, I will see how you touch him again.' Rain thought, hatred constantly stimulating in her heart.
When she becomes a saint, she would skin that bitch alive to remove any trace of her teacher from her.
**
Far away in the Shadow Temple, the group of Saints build a camp outside the temple.
Most of them were quiet and bewildered by the course of events.
They were here to recruit the mysterious lord of shadows to gain the upper hand on the war ahead.
But now they were talking about an arranged marriage between their Prophet and a saint who has zero history in the world.
But most of all, Princess Nephis is weirdly excited for arranging her best friends wedding, with a crazy saint living in a death zone at that.
And by how she is sitting there in silence, she is either thinking about the next course of actions or talking with Saint Cassia.
But the thing out of their imagination, is how they are talking.
[Did I mention 'Fuck you'?]
'You did, for the 24th time. Are you calm now?' Nephis asked in her head.
[How The Fuck Do You Expect Me To Be Calm!?] She cursed.
[You unilaterally decided on my marriage!]
'We need the secret of Supremacy from him. This is the only way he will be loyal to us, and not the King.' Nephis explained.
[I know!]
[....]
'....'
[I try when we meet face to face. BUT IT IS NOT A PROMISE!] She warned.
Nephis smiled and replied softly, 'Understood.'
In the middle of the boundless darkness, the silence felt eerie.
But outside the turbulent worries of the war ahead, this darkness provided a strange and familiar comfort she longed for years.
In her own mind, she thought as she remembered the brief period of time she spent with him...'Is that how it felt....being with you?'
***
To be continued...