Late at night, inside a luxurious bedroom.
Clementine's consciousness slowly surfaced from the darkness. She didn't open her eyes immediately, instead forcing herself to remain calm as she carefully assessed her physical condition.
(There's no doubt about it… I was hit with a fifth-tier spell—Raise Dead.)
Having experienced resurrection before, Clementine was all too familiar with the sensation—
Her entire body felt as though it had been crushed beneath a massive weight. Even lifting a finger was difficult. Her head throbbed as if it had been struck repeatedly by a heavy hammer, leaving her dizzy and unfocused.
Fifth-tier resurrection magic caused severe loss of experience. Low-level adventurers and ordinary civilians, once killed, couldn't be brought back by such magic at all.
As for higher-tier resurrection spells, those existed only in the hands of non-human races.
On the Magic Continent, the highest-ranked human spellcaster was still Fluder Paradyne, who could barely cast sixth-tier magic. Seventh-tier Resurrection, let alone spells above it, existed only in legends among humans.
As her five senses gradually returned, Clementine realized she was completely naked.
Beneath her was something soft, similar to a mattress, the texture smooth and delicate—clearly an expensive bed. A thin, translucent veil covered her front, but instead of comfort, it filled her with intense shame and fear.
Given this situation, she could easily guess what kind of fate awaited her next.
Fifth-tier resurrection magic required a relatively intact corpse. The fact that she hadn't lost any limbs after revival only deepened the bitterness in Clementine's heart.
(I escaped once before. I can escape again this time too. Physical torment means nothing.)
She recalled the past she never wanted to face again—the time she had been captured. That experience was the greatest nightmare of her life.
But no matter how cruel the road ahead, she would never submit.
Survive… and then take revenge.
(That voice… and that scent…)
As her hearing and sense of smell fully returned, Clementine caught a fragrance like orchids mixed with musk. Along with it came increasingly distinct sounds of labored breathing.
"Master Soren~ ah~"
"Master Soren, don't always ride horses—come play with kitty~"
"Master Soren, is Lilynette serving you well?"
Three different female voices, yet all equally cloying.
The rhythmic impact of bodies colliding made Clementine's brow twitch almost imperceptibly. Her body tensed, her full curves trembling in response.
The slight movement caught Uchiha Soren's attention. He casually patted Lilynette, who was clinging to his back, then tilted his chin toward Clementine's direction. The voluptuous priestess understood immediately and nodded.
Bare, pale feet stepped onto the plush carpet. Lilynette's long, shapely legs carried her to the edge of the other bed. She leaned down, sniffed Clementine's breath, then mischievously poked her cheek. Her hands followed, instantly putting Clementine on edge.
Chuckling softly as she kneaded and teased, Lilynette whispered,
"Clementine, pretending to sleep isn't a good habit, you know."
"You—!"
Clementine snapped her eyes open, bloodshot pupils glaring viciously at Lilynette.
But instead of seeing her face, two overwhelming soft mounds pressed straight into Clementine's vision, cutting off her breath.
"Given your current condition, it's better to behave," Lilynette said with a laugh.
She climbed onto the bed, gazing at Clementine's stubborn stare with rippling amusement.
"Even if you're a feral panther, here you'll obediently become a little kitten."
She turned her head slightly.
"Isn't that right, Miss Edss~?"
"Meow~"
Clementine followed the voice, her pupils shrinking.
There, curled up like a spoiled cat in the man's arms, was Edss—the infamous Blood-Drenched Scimitar of the Eight Fingers. A flush spread across her dark skin, exuding an indescribable, sultry charm.
"So the Eight Fingers in the royal capital were wiped out by you people," Clementine said hoarsely.
Pinned beneath Lilynette, her body softened against her will. Her flawless, firm skin felt even smoother than Sukarma's.
"Yes~ And now Edss has joined the Four Weapons," Lilynette replied sweetly.
"So, Clementine—high disciple of Zurrernorn, traitor of the Black Scripture—would you like to join us too? To serve Master Soren together?"
With her vital points firmly controlled, Clementine forced a calm laugh.
"And you're not afraid I'll pretend to submit… then kill you all later? After all, I am a traitor."
Lilynette smiled back, unperturbed.
"Clementine, have you ever witnessed true power?"
"The kind that can destroy heaven and earth—something no human could ever resist?"
She tilted her head thoughtfully.
"So the Theocracy also has inhuman forces, huh? Those so-called godkin bloodlines?"
"But how could godkin ever compare to someone who has already reached the realm of the divine—like Master Soren?"
"Impossible!" Clementine scoffed.
"Those monsters aren't something humans can fight! The magic he used was strong, sure—but against them, he'd still be an ant!"
She remembered the Black Scripture's extra members—each one a monster among monsters. Especially that half-elf girl with black-and-white hair… so powerful that Clementine couldn't even think of resisting.
"You'll understand someday," Lilynette said softly.
"Time will prove everything."
Just as their gazes locked, Lilynette suddenly cried out as she was thrust from behind, tumbling forward and crashing into Clementine's arms.
Uchiha Soren looked down at the two breathtaking women and resumed his rhythm.
On the adjacent bed, Sukarma arched her back while Edss sprawled lazily in a starfish pose. Both wore expressions of pure bliss.
(Damn it… this man…)
Clementine clenched the bedsheets tightly. Her ten delicate toes spread wide, arches taut, lips bitten until threads of blood seeped out.
(Don't scream…)
She glared fiercely at Lilynette, who was pressed atop her.
"Clementine, welcome to the big family of the Four Weapons," Lilynette whispered into her ear.
"Let's follow Master Soren together… and ascend to eternal ecstasy."
"Don't get ahead of yourself. I can work for you, but giving you my body and soul—ah!"
Under the glow of the bedroom lights, Clementine's battle defeat CG slowly unfolded.
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