10 Bloodlust

Around the gloomy space, the succubus spirit named Vally was researching through every fundamental that Mirai was running inside her mind. Everything she could peek around was everything that Mirai could do such things. It might be her memory, hormones, willpower, and anything else that Mirai herself had. After all, Vally stated that she was another persona of Mirai herself. 

"I don't like this feeling."

But all she could do was to mutter around what Mirai was doing in the physical world — a monologue in other meanings. The variety of information flowed every time she built onto something else. What aspects she had was the ability that Vally herself could sense. She comprehended the concept of a human being when they acted upon rationalistic reasons, and/or irrational instincts which they would mix up because of the logical behavior upon the will, intelligence, and fate of a certain human being — such as Mirai. 

As an immortal spiritual being with her succubus trait, she could tell that they both shared the same traits — like mother, like daughter — although their unknown behavior would encompass around her mind which was the reason it considered her aforementioned comment dismay. 

With a familiar sense, she hence knew the remedy, though with no procedure. Her role herself did not mean to be a guardian spirit who wished to live as a "shield" of her human persona. For example, the meaning of her succubus trait was something that Mirai also physically possessed, even though she had a zero awareness of her self-consideration. She might not accept what reality had gotten through her and herself all along. That was the reason for Vally to act as a librarian with countless references and phrases she memorized from every shelved-book. 

"What? Another data?"

Then, a sudden clattering sound surprised Vally — out of nowhere — she could show what had gotten into her, but her curiosity still piqued around her nose.

As a spirit, she could barely recognize and analyze what and how it occurred, especially what had gotten into her. Considerably, there was an issue only on her perspective about possessing multiple personalities, but regarding Mirai, she had two versions; one of which was the person she mostly interacted with — intentionally — to insist for their introduction, while the other remained mysterious for her, but even then, she had to research about her "other self" which both of them was not wary of anything else. Recalling her aforementioned statement, Vally was the one bearing the responsibility to keep her previous memory data from her previous world — however, she realized that it was not "absolute" matter. Witnessing several fragments-shaped pieces, it scattered the correlation of unretrievable data all around… even though the reaction was chiming around the puzzle pieces. 

In this state, it was like a diamond with translucent walls of electrical barriers around. 

"What is this? I know she had a dual personality… but who on earth Mirai… really is?" 

Vally gasped without knowing the fact that she had another memory in which the classification was unidentified, to begin with. Surely, the data was not artificially manufactured inside her mind, and it already forgot the originality was already history by all men and women including Mirai herself — perhaps Mirai did not know that it existed within her. 

"One rule says that I must not interfere with some data, but to safeguard the whole common data she had on her previous world…. I never knew that these fragmented data were kinda special, to begin with."

Considerably, her declaration was to investigate this case without hesitating to need further. Although her restriction was still in due, the tracing made it harder for her to retrieve. 

…

"I'm guessing these fragments are the reason nostalgic feelings are still logical to her." 

Vally might tempt to do something else, but she decided not to tolerate it as the disruption would cause to her renegade state. Normalizing the dimension, she apprehended mysterious facts to her deal. 

"It's best not to lose around before it will close for the cause."

Hence, Vally decided not to interfere, ignoring the case while knowing the fact that she had it unexpectedly. 

* * *

Ruined Mansion - Outside the Property

The face of a miserable loser belonged to a restrained woman named Mirai — weeping in front of the wrinkled-faced man in a blue robe. She had convulsive fear, trembling herself from the gentle yet uncomfortable feeling of touch from him. Despite his soft intentions, she expected that there would be vigorous abuse. Hence, her struggle was self-contradictory instead of her past — the price paid with consensual fate. Her self-awareness had become sharper than before. 

Though her strength left more astray. Thus, she was not the "person" to begin with. She normally reacted like a typical woman who was solely walking in the alley while being lost was her mishap. 

"I wonder if you got a nice body," said the old man, gripping and stripping her bare covering away. "Ho~! Such bolder than I expected! You have possessed the shape of the goddess! How wonderful it gifts you with!"

His expression was more of a celibate maniac who abstained himself for reserve… while Mirai was struggling with his "invisible restraint". 

"Let go of me! You're already an old man who doesn't make a youthful woman satisfying!" cried Mirai.

"What do you call me?! Such beauty of yours spoke like a bitch!! I hope that slutty mouth of yours will taste with silent discipline!"

His "invisible restraint" directly forced Mirai to kneel close like a beggar wanting a spoon of soup. Subsequently, the old man also disrobed himself, leaving himself naked — revealing his penis was longer yet blackish for his old age. The structure was already straightly sharp because of his desirable linger. Lust was his symbol of a man inside his heart. 

"Behold! Face the trial in the name of Yukiona! I placed the longing pleasure of every man onto her heart. No wonder who, what, when, and how, you have placed yourself in such a sympathetic manner. So a woman like you gifted yourself with that flesh of yours."

"(So this is how a man shows himself. I'm a bit too afraid of sharing our disgraces, but I also wanted to remain strong… or is it kind of necessary for an isolated woman like me whom her allies had fallen with such a trick? Plus, his dick smells like an expired cheese, taking such long decades to dispose of.)" 

His hip drew closer to her face, as he prepared to begin a course.

Mirai Shizuku did not understand what he wanted to do, to begin with. Her narrowed eyes and lips showed the face of her disgust. 

"You somehow displeased me. Everything you deserved was not equal to this before. Now, the strength has been adding me up with a full of enragement around my veins." 

All for that, Mirai responded nothing. Her gnashing teeth were like the old man — except they contrasted to each other — one was repulsing; the other was grinning. The unwanted one was facing the delightful other — Lust-driven — preparing for his rewarded taste.

"I don't want to waste time ogling around, so our first step is to twirl my tongue around my tip."

The old man insistently instructed Mirai to crave him, even if the smell was disgusting to rub around her nostrils. She hesitantly gulped to remedy herself.

"So what if I refuse?" asked Mirai, once again, glaring in front of the old man.

"Then how about the taste of my hand-forced control?"

"Wait, No tha — Blurp~!" 

Hence, the old man had seized control over Mirai's head, forcing her to blow his penis with her repulsive mouth — trying to deep throat her. She did not want this at the very beginning. She also did not deserve to stumble onto this scenario. She also tried to blame Juliette for not being too vigilant with her ability since she had the greatest position and reliability as a commander-in-chief — even though she already met her disadvantageous state because of the heat of the sun. 

Meanwhile, they restrained the two bikini-suited women, though they harassed nothing to them. Which meant that their only aim was Mirai Shizuku herself. But what was the purpose of their aim? What had gotten into their mind to this conspicuous woman with outsider-appearance? Their answer however remained shut. 

Her glaring eyes had somehow shifted to her lust-moistened eyes for the hormonal effect of rough-directed foreplay. Hardcore caused it.

"(This is horrible! Even a single lick creeps over me with a quiver, the heat somehow conducted within my body. A single grasp to me would arouse me with his insistent lust.)" 

Despite her resistance, it was futile to do so. His lustful will had overwhelmed her helpless mind. Racking over it, the cloud of tremble condensed mindfully — ruining the confidence which Mirai used to have. 

"Judging the feeling, your mouth seems to have a firmer form than other women I used to mate with — rather I get to have a taste beyond every woman available in this world. Despite wives and daughters alike, we can consider them becoming a sacrificial lamb in front of Yukiona's ordeal. Her sorrow of envy will cure the problem one-by-one unto the appointment of the pact in front of Yukiona's pleasurable face."

The old man in blue robes had raped hundreds of thousands of young and middle women on behalf of Yukiona's offering. His grip on her head had somehow filled with excitement as he boosted the ramming speed to roughly and rapidly high. 

"Oh~!"

Suddenly, he felt something that might come from his internal meat passage—the urethra.

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It was like a straw that flowed out the drink due to its sipping mechanism. Mirai herself slurped, which she intended. She wanted to proceed without receiving further punishments, yet it was too hard for her to tackle through the "heavenly trials" on behalf of their goddess "Yukiona". 

"Gbhhh~"

Incidentally, the whitish thick "milk" came out from the tip of the shaft — ejaculated into her mouth. 

Mirai, unfortunately, got choked out for being rigorously gripped. Hence, the old man freed her mouth, and Mirai coughed out instead of swallowing it, with her tongue displaying externally and gradually. 

Her misfortune somehow worsened from that.

"What's this?! You are definitely not accepting my grant of blessing to you. Perhaps we will overdue your body, but we cannot abide for that since this is just an introductory course…. Now, the main course shall begin~!"

"Hack~ Wait. Hold on…. Is this not it?"

"Why are you so clinging with your constraint? I told you this is the first step of the course," the old man laughed.

"(Again? In a fresh course? I wish this has to end as quickly as possible.)" 

So they changed the pose. Instead of kneeling like a beggar, the old man invited one of his subordinates to do the threesome. Her position was doggy style while the old man was lying beneath her body, aiming his penis to her vagina, and the other man was kneeling behind her, aiming towards her anus.

"That man of yours signified as your punishment, so we'll double your pleasure and let yourself drown unto the nectars of Yukiona." 

All to prepare. Two of her sex partners crawled their penises into the entrances, pushing the internal walls because of its tightness of her muscle. The effect was clutching like a sushi rolling. After which, she moaned moderately, and her F-cup sized breasts jiggled when in constant thrusting. 

The first ram was slow, to begin with.

"Ho~! Such a fine cunt of yours has taken me a bigger step than any other woman. How bewitching you are."

"(Even though he compliments me, his words are also threatening to me. I'm too annoyed with her goddess Yukiona. I may expect that this would be presumptuous to rein over my head. My body has suddenly worsened with something hot within.)"

"Oh, someone deflowered you before. Since when was the first time your cherry got popped with?" 

Despite slow-indulgence, Mirai could think straight; however, the drainage of her mind had gradually faded in, making her vision blurred.

Rapidly performing, the clapping sound created more tension between the three of them. With the pleasure unfurling within their body, the strength could make it more stimulating. 

"Please…. stop…. before…. It…. feels…. good!!" 

"Yes~! Make it more amplifying! Let her beg more mercy! The nectar of hers is worth greater than expected…. Come! Rally this girl up! She will soon abide by herself in front of the sorrowful Yukiona!"

Mirai had no response nor intentions to speak of. Meaning of that, it drowned her in the pool of lustful heat. It filled her delusion with nothing but dicks.

"Oh~! Here it comes!" 

Once again in a moment, his ejaculation spewed the semen inside her vagina, entering her womb although she was not fertile, to begin with. Then, the other man who took care of her anus also did the same. 

Mirai's mind, however, went blank although her crossed eyes and protruded tongue were exaggerated with her blushed cheeks suddenly fading in. It looked like she lost her self-control. 

"Receive thy blessing. Lust overwhelmed within your flesh and blood…. I can feel the goddess' presence around my sensation. Does it mean she was watching us the whole time?"

What was the feeling that the old man had realized something? How was he able to sense it that a normal human could not recognize its odd feeling? What had gotten to this weirdo's mind?

"Yes! I answered the calling! She has finally prevailed in front of my sorrowful eyes!"

The old man spoke like a widower who was pitifully weeping in front of his spouse's grave. It was a sorrow with hopeless prayer. Others of his cult felt the same, grieving themselves in front of "her" theoretical presence. 

"..."

However, that "something" turned the tide towards the conspicuous woman — it directed it to Mirai. 

"..."

The reddish aura suddenly appeared around her as if the blaze lighted entirely. It served as the boost of her capability to stand up rightfully despite her nakedness. Once her body straightened up, her unconscious-like face converted into something sinister. It transferred the regrets surrounding her mind to the hands of the worshippers of Yukiona.

"No. This doesn't feel right. You're supposed to be a sacrificial lamb of her grief. You're supposed to be a cure of her sorrow!!" panicked the old man, walking back from Mirai's blighted form.

But Mirai paused her mouth as she opened her right palm — summoning her sword into her right grip. It was a curved, single-edged blade with a squared guard and long grip to accommodate with her two hands — Katana. On its long grip, it marked the kanji characters on the handle. It said "Kibō no kane" — transcribed as the "wishing bell". 

Mirai intentionally licked the blade with her lascivious tongue like what she twirled around his shaft awhile ago, but it was sedate compared to the previous one. The heart-shaped tattoo tagged on her pubic area — bright pink. 

"Form: X // Degree: Hot // Matter: Plasma // Motion: Pendulum // Code: SBLP_M." 

Once Mirai finished her chant, a pair of bright reddish rays formed perpendicularly with her physical position as the central point of the form. It was straight and geometrically aligned by every side of her body in a relative direction. Activating her ability, the beam moved rapidly in clockwise as her blade commanded it to do so while pirouetting her body smoothly, but from the tip of its beam, the velocity delayed, forming a curve pattern or a whip-like structure of the beam. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The scream of dying pain, coming from the wights in a blue robe, savored Mirai's ears. 

As a result, Mirai successfully sliced them in half of their bodies, Unfortunately for her, the old man luckily missed the all-around strike. At least, his subordinates were being wiped out instantly while their decapitated bodies fell down from their attachments; the blood gushed out excessively like a sprinkling fountain, and her allied companions were luckily being laid down, to begin with, but their unconsciousness was still vulnerable. 

"Oh~! It shows up! The sacrifice has preordained. Oh my goddess, what is your calling?"

The old man excitedly clapped and shed his tears while witnessing Mirai's awakening with a reddish aura around her. 

"Huh?" muttered Mirai.

Although something did not look like it considered "sacrifice". He wanted to question "his goddess" further, but her intentions were irrelevant to his expectations. It blinded the complication of his beliefs to the actuality of this circumstance. 

Mirai was not regaining her consciousness from the beginning, but it was shifting her competence; her personal version went the other way around. 

"Wait… this doesn't feel right. I thought you're supposed to be a lamb that can cure her misery out of her spirit. You're supposed to be an imagery of the goddess Yukiona. Why?! Why does it feel so wrong?"

The old man cried once he realized that Mirai was not his expected result. He left himself in panic while regretting that the "sacrifice" he meant was all for naught. 

"Hey!" Mirai said, giving her soothing voice and seductive grin towards the old man. "You thought of me as a lamb of cure? Am I right?.... You thought of me as imagery of your 'goddess'? Am I right?.... Did you think of me as an object of your sacrificial plan? Am I right?... Did you think of me as a cling for your comforts? Am I right?"

"Wait… Hold on! I don't get this purpose! My expectations should happen in front of my eyes. My stand-in belief shall be my glory to win against the enemies of our dear admiration…. Wait… does this mean you're a devil… No… The Desirable Lady, as I speak of." 

"The Desirable Lady? Oh, your sweet guess is right all along. I acknowledge you as a kind-hearted man who is looking for a 'medicine' to cure her goddess… Yukiona? I don't even know her yet in a single glance, nor intrigues me to your blinded faith of yours…. Hey! How many women you had insisted on offering themselves as a sacrificial lamb? Maybe countless times based on your old age?.... Your desire is cheap. Such a gratuitous goddess of yours had committed an atrocity in this world… or perhaps, the scriptures of yours are too bland for you to taste your blasphemous faith."

"Ugh! How dare you—"

"Now tell me! What had gotten into you? Who was that demented messenger who preached the teachings as an example of your ideal values?"

With her insistent interrogation, the old man was feeling convulsed as the tip of her blade pointed distantly in front of his remorseful face. It caught him off-guard as he witnessed the fact that she activated the "ideal form of attack" from her mysterious ability — the Dark Matter. It filled its theory with confusing questions about its existence. 

"Looks like your faithful strength is out of gas," retorted Mirai.

"You slutty bitch! I'll let you send yourself to the maggots and be the offering of their hunger!!"

With his deep damned excuses, the old man unleashed his "invisible ability", but Mirai could see what his ability looked like — a darkened form of extensive arms with purplish-aura being coated around. Her clairvoyant vision had scanned with high-energy electromagnetic radiation — X-ray. A normal human could not handle its heavy radiation, but for Mirai herself, the capability was average to operate. 

Mirai gave off a bit of silence while focusing on the incoming "invisible" attacks. She shifted her blade to a swaying position, aiming towards the hostile offenses.

"Form: Align with the blade // Degree: Hot // Matter: Plasma // Motion: Straight edge // Code: SRLP_OD." 

The blade formed the reddish ray from the hilt to the limited distance which was approximately fifteen feet that could reach the invisible arms from her position although she did not want to idle on her own foot. So she drove in and approach the old man's stand. Rushing towards him, she slashed the upcoming invisible arms aside. As a result, it dispersed every arm. 

"He he! So this is how it works…. I don't remember receiving any knowledge regarding my ability, but what I know now is miraculous for such as God's blessing," chuckled Mirai.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, ~!.... You deserve this sacrilege with a merciless circumstance that you shall put yourself within it!"

"Raise yourself like a man… or you will put yourself into a pitiful state."

"Your mouth and words do naught but haunt my wholehearted soul."

"And keep craving with your blasphemous rage and desirable fate… because I'll let you face in front of the goddess you admired wholeheartedly… Yukiona."

Henceforth, Mirai jumped in front of the man and let his blade be prepared to sway, decapitating his head.

"Now go forth and dwell yourself to the realm of your ideal truth."

The blade had reached him, slicing his head into half. 

Her desire was no hero, villain, nor anything considerable. 

Until Mirai finished successfully him, she landed in front of the pitiful halved-faced corpse and the splattered blood, belonging to the old man himself. 

"The Desirable Lady, huh? It looks like I've fulfilled my current desire…. Now I need a robe to cover up my bare body…. But first."

Mirai faced the two unconscious women while panting for a need for rest. She secured the area with a pool of blood being shown as a glorious result.