Chapter 6: The First Strike of the Curse

Vylian had just locked the door and returned to the pot to ladle herself a bowl of chicken soup.

The house was a temporary rental.

In this city, a small amount of money could secure a decent-sized stone house, which happened to add a touch of credibility to her identity as a Nun.

To make the disguise flawless, she had gone so far as to copy the memories of a real nun from the Holy Order.

This was why her posture and temperament seemed so naturally integrated.

She had gone through all this trouble just to play the part of a genuine, ordinary nun so she could smoothly carry out her Depravity Plan.

However, Vylian felt that the Hero seemed extremely wary of her, causing her plans to join the party to hit a wall repeatedly.

‘Clearly, her eyes were full of gratitude and trust when we were in bed.’

‘But the moment she got up, there was this inexplicable sense of panic in her gaze.’

The suspicion she had just suppressed began to flare up again. Vylian held the ladle, gently stirring the thick soup in the pot as the liquid slowly swirled into a fine vortex.

‘Has she really seen through me?’

If her identity truly had been exposed, then her painstakingly planned Depravity Plan was essentially bankrupt.

If that happened, her next step would be to imprison Anlis in her own Dungeon.

She would wait until the moment she could no longer keep the Hero contained, kill Anlis, and then activate the Forbidden Technique again to find a new Hero, repeating the cycle indefinitely.

Even if using the Forbidden Technique required a Sacrificial Cost, she had no other choice.

It was merely a difference between dying sooner or later—either by the Hero’s hand or by the backlash of the Forbidden Technique itself.

Thinking of the price, Vylian let out a soft sigh. To this day, she still didn’t know what Sacrificial Cost she had paid to find Anlis.

The cost came with no warning and was completely random; one couldn’t even prepare for it in advance.

The only thing she knew was that this cost would strike the caster at a critical moment.

Suddenly, while lost in thought, she heard a rustling sound behind her.

Turning her head, she had a clear view of the entrance, but Vylian didn’t see the familiar figure there.

“Ha…”

The heavy panting of a young woman reached her ears. Vylian finally realized that Anlis was actually closing in on her.

“Miss Hero, what’s wrong…”

Before she could finish, Vylian felt a wave of heat press against her back.

A feverish breath wound around her neck, and the back of her head sank into a soft indentation.

The fragrance of the girl instantly enveloped her. It was too fast; that girl hadn’t hesitated for a second in making those moves!

“Snuggle~”

Huh? Vylian was stunned.

‘What does this mean?’

She certainly could have dodged if she wanted to, but Vylian was still in her disguise phase, and she believed a fledgling Hero couldn’t possibly do anything to her anyway.

She decided to see what this Hero was actually up to.

“What is it? Do you… need something? Why are you suddenly acting like this?”

“Mmm… Sister Vylian… you smell so good, mm…”

A completely illogical murmur drifted into her ears, leaving Vylian bewildered. Right now, Anlis was like a puppy, her nose pressed against Vylian’s collar, greedily sniffing her scent.

Vylian felt a wave of discomfort and instinctively tried to dodge, but she didn’t truly use force to break free.

As a result, she remained held in the girl’s arms, her face flushing crimson.

“What are you doing, Miss Anlis? It’s very troubling when you suddenly hug me like this.”

“I don’t know, I feel so bad, I really feel terrible!”

As she spoke, Anlis’s movements grew more frantic.

She shifted restlessly, her hands—unskilled yet quick—slipped past barriers and wrinkled Vylian’s clothes.

Those two hands, which were smooth and delicate despite years of labor, directly touched soft skin.

Vylian recoiled as if she had been hit by an electric shock.

She felt as though her senses had been magnified twofold; a simple touch elicited a physical reaction.

“Wait! You!”

“Sister Vylian, I feel so hot. If I hold you, I can cool down… but then I feel so cold, I want someone to share their warmth.”

Anlis’s words became increasingly urgent, and her breathing grew heavier, as if she wanted to inhale Vylian into her lungs entirely.

“Can you help me?”

No! No, no! No, no, no!

Vylian suddenly realized something!

‘The Curse!’

‘In the story, wasn’t the first outbreak of the Curse supposed to be tomorrow morning? Why has it been moved up to now?’

Vylian had originally intended to wait for the Curse to strike, lock Anlis in an empty room, and then hide in the dark corners to watch the Hero’s shameful display! Come to think of it, with new ways to cause depravity and the setting where the Hero gains strength through intimacy, this Curse was clearly a bit redundant.

But Vylian couldn’t lift the Curse.

To ensure no one could break it, she had deliberately bound it to a forced condition: it could only be dispelled by killing her.

If this continued, driven by desire, it would be impossible for Anlis not to do something! Thinking of the “forty-nine days” ending from the Manga, Vylian felt a chill run through her entire body.

“Let go of me this instant!”

She attempted to release a wave of overwhelming pressure, wanting to crush the offending Hero into the floor.

But… nothing happened.

It was as if her internal cheats had been flagged by an anti-cheat mechanism; her infinite power was sealed deep within her body, unable to be unleashed even slightly.

‘Why?’

Looking at her palms, she understood the cause and effect immediately.

‘It’s the Sacrificial Cost!’

As the ruler and executor of Corrosion, her power couldn’t just fail for no reason. There was no other possibility.

‘So… the cost is that my power is suppressed whenever the Hero gets close to me?’

The cost had been chosen with pinpoint accuracy! It had struck Vylian’s Achilles’ heel, completely sabotaging her!

She hurriedly raised her hands to grab Anlis’s hands, which were already in a very dangerous position, using all her strength to stop any further action.

With her power suppressed, she had essentially turned into a weak, fragile girl; she couldn’t even pin down a measly Level 4 Hero.

‘Damn it, why did things turn out like this!’

Was her ending going to arrive before the story even truly began? Taking a deep breath, Vylian tried to keep her voice as calm as possible.

“Miss Anlis, please stop this. I am your savior; how can you do this to me?”

“I believe a Hero should be honorable. I don’t want you to become a… disgraceful person.”

Vylian tried to use words to persuade her, but in return, Anlis only moved more boldly!

“Please, help me, I feel so bad, mm… Sister Vylian, your hands are so soft, so small, so comfortable… can you touch me more?”

“And your Black Silk Stockings… I really love how you look in them. They’re so small and slender, I just can’t resist the shape of your legs. I actually fell in love with your legs at first sight. Can I touch them?”

‘Crap!’

‘What kind of wild talk is this!’

‘No! If I don’t think of something, my panties are going to be torn off!’

With a rrrip sound, the stockings were torn. Vylian felt like she had shot herself in the foot.

“…Tsk, let go!”

Damn it! How could she, the great Corrupt Monarch, suffer such humiliation! Was there really no way to avoid this?

‘Fine!’

‘It’s just that, isn’t it! It’s not like I have to sacrifice my whole self!’

Hardening her heart, Vylian revealed a glimpse of her true form, and a slender, smooth tail quickly probed backward!

‘I-it’s fine as long as I can satisfy her, right?’

Vylian remembered that the Curse would subside once satisfied.

Anlis’s body flinched, and she let out a faint murmur, biting down on Vylian’s neck.

A slight sting, a smooth pressure. Both of them let out a soft moan together.