Broken Possessors of Infinite Regression Academy

The Cathedral of the Starlight Order’s Papal Territory. In the place where the ‘Throne’ for the Pope alone is situated, at the very center of it all, Astaroth was sitting in that seat symbolizing authority, seductively crossing her legs and wiggling her toes.

The Pope, who should have originally been sitting there, was kneeling at Astaroth’s feet, bowing his head like a decrepit old man.

However, there was no sign of resentment or injustice on his face. His eyes were simply filled with desire, his gaze glistening with lust as he devoured Astaroth’s entire body.

Astaroth, wearing something closer to rags than clothes, accepted that gaze that examined every corner of her intimate parts as if it were natural.

“How did it go?”

“The Black Dragon and the Crown Prince have come out to meet my son! It seems the threat worked!”

The Pope responded with a remarkably loud voice, hard to believe for someone nearing 90 years old. Astaroth pretended to brush her hair back, slightly exposing her armpit. The Pope’s eyes widened.

“Oh, really? I didn’t expect that to work. It seems Meligor has become quite weak by mingling with humans. I’m glad I encouraged him to give it a try anyway.”

At this moment, the Pope’s mind was consumed with jealousy towards his own son. That was the mindset of a man ensnared by a succubus.

“As you’ve probably heard, the Demon King has commanded us to expedite all plans as much as possible. We need to pick up the pace from now on.”

“Yes, yes! I will keep that in mind!”

“How are the church members faring?”

“Most of the male believers have accepted Astaroth-sama’s grace, and about half of the female believers have also accepted it!”

“The men can be left as they are, but with the women, you need to pick up the pace. You can be more forceful than now. Anyway, nothing that happens within the church leaks outside. Right? I’m not mistaken, am I?”

“That’s correct! Astaroth-sama is never wrong!”

The Pope answered vehemently, his eyes bloodshot. Astaroth chuckled and switched the order of her crossed legs with a bewitching smile. As her left leg moved over her right, the extremely short skirt briefly revealed its inner view. No underwear was visible. The Pope’s eyes widened as he greedily stared at the hidden garden. Astaroth looked down at him, laughing inwardly. It was always the most amusing to watch a lust-crazed male desperately try to take in her body one more time.

“How about the palace?”

“We are sending nuns imbued with Astaroth-sama’s pheromones under the pretense of curing minor ailments with healing magic! The number of requests for nuns is increasing, and the intervals are becoming shorter, indicating that quite a few nobles have been infected!” “Good. You’re doing well. Proceed slowly with that side. Your deaths don’t matter, but if we get caught, it might affect the Astriere family. We can’t afford to lose a family we’ve cultivated so well because of mistakes by idiots like you, right?”

“Yes!”

“Alright. If you’ve said everything, you can go. I have other matters to attend to as well.”

Astaroth waved her hand, issuing an order for dismissal. The statement about having other things to do was not an excuse but the truth.

Due to the Demon King’s strict orders to accelerate their plans, she had been so busy lately that she couldn’t even properly satisfy her lust.

Originally, the work that was supposed to take about another year had to be completed within six months, so it was natural. She was so busy that she had even corrupted the Starlight Order to use them as her pawns.

She had planned to sweep away those who would only realize they had been discarded after being turned into monsters, except for a few who might have noticed.

As a result, her pent-up sexual desire was on the verge of exploding. Simply bringing a succubus into her bed was far from enough.

“What is it? Why aren’t you leaving?”

Despite being told to leave, the Pope stubbornly remained, bowing his head. Astaroth frowned as she saw him.

“I have fulfilled your command… Please grant me your grace, Astaroth-sama…”

“What? Again? For an old man on his last legs, you’re certainly greedy. You can’t even get it up without me, yet you’re so greedy for women?”

Astaroth mocked him openly, but to the already enthralled Pope, her words and actions were invisible and inaudible. He simply bowed his head, humbly waiting for the grace to be bestowed upon him.

With a sneer, Astaroth spat on the floor. The Pope hurriedly rushed over and licked it up. Immediately, his lower body, which had remained unresponsive even in the presence of the Succubus Queen’s body, began to swell again. The Pope raised his head in jubilation.

“Thank you, Astaroth-sama!”

He then immediately ran out of the room. Astaroth watched his retreating figure with disdain.

He was kept alive only because he was useful for invading the human world. His life force was all dried up and tasteless, yet he was filled with lust, so there was no affection for him. Once the control of the order was complete, she considered creating a new Pope and having this one turned into a monster by the maker.

“Ugh, just thinking about life force keeps bringing it to mind. That guy’s life force must be really delicious.”

Mira Crate. The man who had already resisted the succubus’s temptation twice. Astaroth licked her lips as she mumbled. Even during the second attempt, where she had added her own saliva to Roxanna’s pheromones, which were meant to seduce men, Mira Crate had managed to resist and drive Roxanna away.

“It’s suspicious, no matter how I think about it…”

Astaroth nervously wiggled her toes. According to Roxanna, it had seemed to work for a moment, but suddenly the pheromones’ effect vanished. That felt very suspicious to her.

“There’s definitely something.”

As Astaroth pondered on how to uncover Mira Crate’s secret, she decided to send another succubus under her command instead of Roxanna. It was too much to use Roxanna three times in such a short period, so she planned to use a disposable pawn to reveal the man’s secret.

“If I find out the truth, just you wait.”

She vowed to drain every drop of blood instead of life force until none was left. That was Astaroth’s resolve.

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“Even in front of the dragon and the crown prince, they behaved so recklessly.”

I was observing a nun with a severed ankle being treated by her colleagues, once again realizing the remarkable effectiveness of holy healing.

As they held the severed ankle in place and bathed it in white light, it reattached instantly. This was something that would be impossible with potions, which merely enhance the human body’s natural regenerative abilities, unless they were of elixir-grade or higher.

Even if a part was completely severed, it would regenerate as long as holy power was continuously infused. I now understood why the church acted so arrogantly. Despite this, I didn’t particularly feel sorry for that nun.

“She brought it upon herself.”

Unlike the nuns who had to sacrifice their bodies to serve Rosalia, that one seemed to have ingratiated herself well, sticking close to the Pope’s son and joining in his misdeeds.

She was more like a soldier than a nun. Thus, there was no need to feel pity. I turned my attention away from her and towards Rosalia. She was in a fierce confrontation with Alexander.

“It’s an order, Rosalia! Come quietly!”

“An order? Ha, who do you think you are to give me orders? Do you think you’re something just because everyone around you treats you like you’re important?”

“Don’t you know who I am—”

Alexander abruptly stopped talking. He must have realized that there were listening ears nearby.

Rosalia, aware of this as well, grinned mischievously and retorted.

“If you’re going to talk, finish your sentence. Huh? You’re just a candidate for the next Pope. You’re not the Pope yet, so why are you acting so high and mighty? Do you think you’re something already?”

“You insolent…”

“Why don’t we leave it at that?”

I stepped in when I saw him trembling with rage and raising his hand. Priscilla followed me closely and took a place beside Rosalia.

“What the—who—”

Alexander’s eyes widened when he saw me. His reaction was completely different from when he was dealing with Rosalia. He cleared his throat and quickly changed his attitude as if flipping a switch.

“Haha, I apologize for showing such an unsightly display.”

“…?” I found his sudden change puzzling until I remembered that he was enthralled by a succubus. Considering that the Succubus Queen had taken an interest in me and had tried to tempt me twice through Roxanna, it was likely that Alexander, who would inevitably encounter me at the academy, had been warned to avoid antagonizing me.

Judging by his reaction, he must have been told to avoid making an enemy of me. But it was too late for that. Given his behavior from the start, any attempts to mend things now would not change my opinion of him. He seemed rather dim-witted. Even if he had approached me nicely from the beginning, knowing what he had done, I wouldn’t have thought well of him. Unaware of my feelings, he continued to speak politely.

“Excuse me, but I need to speak with Miss Micaela. Could you step aside for a moment?”

“No.”

“…I see. Then I’ll come back later.”

He then nodded and withdrew, returning to the carriage while groping the nuns gathered around him. Rosalia, bewildered, widened her eyes and asked.

“What’s going on? Did you mess with his brain while I wasn’t looking? Why is he acting like that all of a sudden?”

“He’s probably enthralled by a succubus. Before coming here, he might have been told to try to get along with me as much as possible.”

“Him? Yeah, right.”

Rosalia scoffed, clearly disgusted. Meanwhile, I watched the carriage start to rock ever so slightly.

“Should we consider the possibility that they’ve all been enthralled?”

Given the church’s notorious insularity, it was unlikely that the Pope’s son would be in such a state while those around him remained unaffected. There was a possibility that they were all in cahoots.

Or perhaps the entire Starlight Order had fallen under the control of the succubus. This was the worst-case scenario, but it wasn’t entirely out of the realm of possibility.

“Rosalia, about that favor you asked me last time.”

“The favor I asked… Oh, you mean that?”

“Yes. It might be easier to resolve than we thought.”