Corruption in the dungeon

EP.32 Chapter 32 Dragon-kin Knight, Red Dragon Frederica (1)

The bishop praying towards God in the prayer hall turned his head at the presence felt behind him.

"It's still quiet here."

"It's been a while."

A female knight with bright red hair roughly opened the door and entered.

No one in the Order blocked her confident stride.

"What brings you here?"

"What else would I come to the prayer hall for? To pray."

The female knight sat next to the bishop and prayed with her hands clasped.

And on her head was something that shouldn't be there.

Namely.

Large horns resembling those of a dragon.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's fascinating no matter how many times I see it."

"These horns?"

"Yes."

"It's like an inevitable mark that dragon-kin have."

When she opened her mouth, fierce and sharp teeth like those of a beast were visible.

Dragon-kin.

They were a race said to be half human, half dragon, descendants of the dragons believed to have disappeared in the past.

They were quite capable, with talents, physical abilities, and mana sensitivity far superior to humans.

A race treated well on the continent, except for being limited to knighthood due to status restrictions.

The woman who came to the prayer hall, Frederica, was a descendant of the Red Dragon, known to be the most eccentric among dragon-kin.

Her flaming red hair and horns thicker than other dragons proved it.

"Is the Holy Maiden selection going well?"

"Several Holy Maidens are still in training."

"I hope you'll hurry. It seems the current Holy Maiden will soon lose all her power."

"You mean there's not much time left."

"That's right."

The bishop closed his mouth.

Several candidates will soon return.

Rebecca will likely find Amy who was reported missing.

When she returns, he can handle it at his level.

"I'll resolve it soon."

"Wait."

The bishop glanced at Frederica's body while pretending to close his eyes.

Her voluptuous figure unbelievable for a knight, the vitality emanating from her healthy body caught the old bishop's gaze.

If only I could make those luscious buttocks mine.

Couldn't I pressure her in God's name?

They say a dragon-kin's pussy is incomparable to a human's.

Unable to overcome his desire, the bishop's hand subtly reached for Frederica's buttocks.

"Do you want your hand cut off?"

"I'm sorry."

"If you want to touch my body, build up your strength. Don't express your desires so insidiously."

Frederica finished praying, put gold coins in the offering box, and stood up without lingering.

"Hurry as much as possible."

"Understood."

***

"Lady Rebecca, it's been a while."

"Oh my, where have you been lately? We haven't seen you in a long time."

"Why the face mask..."

Many people who recognized Rebecca entering Mir City greeted her.

"You were popular. Were you highly trusted?"

"They were fooled by the mask of my ignorant times. Foolish people."

"Hmm~. Is that so?"

Amy following beside her snorted.

"Still, you were a devout hypocrite. There aren't many Holy Knights loved even by citizens."

"..."

The two entered the Order without arousing suspicion from anyone.

Even the guards let them pass safely.

"The Bishop is waiting."

"Alright. Thank you for your hard work."

The two passed through the strict guards without suspicion and headed to the prayer hall where the Bishop was praying.

Opening the door, they saw the Bishop kneeling in prayer before the Order's symbol of a burning sun.

He was still praying to God without turning around.

"You've come?"

"Yes. We've returned after completing the mission."

"Good work. Was there any information leak?"

"No."

"That's fortunate. But... Your party seems a bit small."

The Bishop who stood up turned around.

With wrinkled eyes showing his age, deep frown lines showing stubbornness, and tightly closed lips, he looked at the two women with eyes like an old tree.

"Roina and two others all died in the process of rescuing Candidate Amy."

"Hmm... That's unexpected. Was it such a difficult mission?"

"Yes."

"And that mask?"

"I received a big scar on my face during the mission."

"For a Holy Knight of Rebecca's level to struggle, surprising."

He showed no further interest beyond that.

A knight's injury wasn't a big deal to the Bishop.

The Bishop's eyes turned to Amy beside her.

"Your image has changed a lot, Sister Amy."

"Yes, I was exposed to demonic energy while being tortured by monsters in the dungeon..."

"Exposed to demonic energy, you say. Did you maintain your chastity?"

"Yes."

Amy lied calmly.

"Show me with actions rather than words."

Greed began to cloud the Bishop's eyes.

"Are you telling me to spread my legs here?"

"Hasn't it always been that way? To prove your chastity."

"..."

Amy smiled faintly at the Bishop's brazen words.

"You're still the same."

"It's unavoidable to prove faith in God."

"Is seeing a woman's naked body proof of faith?"

"You've become talkative, Sister Amy. Don't tell me you've been defiled? It seems you've lost your chastity and faith."

"Does it seem that way?"

"You must know how many Holy Maiden candidates I've seen. I can see it. The evidence of corruption within you."

"You doubt me even though I'm still pure and devout."

The Bishop's eyes glistened as he looked at her pretending to be calm.

His hand slipped inside Amy's robe.

Amy just faced the Bishop without taking any action.

Rebecca instinctively felt disgust at the Bishop hiding his desires insidiously.

She was overcome with the urge to draw her sword and behead him right away.

Ah, how can he be so filthy.

As expected of dirty hypocrites.

Thinking of this, the Demon King who was honest about his desires was hundreds, thousands of times better.

'I miss you, Demon King.'

Though she wanted to kill him right away, she had to endure.

She needed to know how much they knew about Amy's disappearance.

We intend to erase all lines that can reach us.

That's why we came this far.

"Where did the order about Candidate Amy's disappearance come from?"

"Is there a reason you need to know that, Rebecca?"

"Don't I need to have a string attached now too?"

"..."

At those words, a strange light flashed in the Bishop's eyes.

The corners of his mouth, which had been pretending to be calm while hiding his desires, turned up.

"Have you changed your mind now?"

"I need to move up too. To become a Holy Knight."

"You've finally become wise, Rebecca."

The Bishop lightly grasped Rebecca's breast with his other hand that was reaching for Amy.

He made lewd finger movements, but she felt nothing.

It felt disgusting like a cockroach crawling.

She frowned without realizing.

"You'll dislike it at first. But once you accept God, your heart will change."

"Is there someone higher up?"

"Are you curious about that? Kekeke, you're impatient. I'll tell you."

The Bishop chuckled while firmly grasping her breast.

His laughter resembled that of a petty criminal from the slums, and Rebecca found it undignified.

"It was all my independent action. The report came directly to me, but don't worry, I reported to the connected Cardinal..."

However, the Bishop couldn't finish his words.

"Kueump...!!"

The Bishop's arm was instantly cut off and flew into the air from Rebecca's sword draw.

At the same time, Amy reached out and covered the screaming Bishop's mouth.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands. The disgust might be contagious."

"Eueump!!"

"What am I doing? Purifying a filthy hypocrite."

"Eump!! Ump!"

It was an unpleasant voice.

She wanted to pierce a hole in his mouth right away so he couldn't make any more noise.

I want to cut him.

I want to cut him.

The moment she confirmed there was no line connected above the Bishop, there was no more mercy to give him.

Purification in the name of the Demon King.

Rebecca took off her mask.

The demon's symbol, a reverse pentagram, was clearly engraved on her cheek.

"Keueueump!!!"

The Bishop's eyes widened seeing the demon's symbol.

But powerless anger is too fleeting.

The Bishop's shocked cries didn't reach Rebecca.

"Lady Amy, I'll eliminate him now."

"No."

Amy shook her head.

"Just killing him would be a blessing for this one. We need to take more terrible revenge on him."

Amy's smiling face showed anger so intense even Rebecca found it hard to bear.

"How dare a hypocrite like you touch my body that received the Demon King's grace with those filthy hands. I can't forgive you."

Amy's red eyes glowed as she smiled, and her whites began to turn black.

"Eueuungbp!!!"

The Bishop writhed in pain seeing that sight, but with his old, sick strength filled only with desire, he couldn't shake Amy off.

"Be honest with that desire of yours, that rough and filthy appetite and lust."

Demonic energy flowed from Amy's hand and covered the Bishop.

"You'll dislike it at first. But once you accept the Demon King, your heart will change."

Amy returned the exact words the Bishop had said.

The Bishop's old body writhing desperately began to rot quickly.

His white eyeballs turned red, and his bones twisted. Rotten flesh and black mushrooms clung to his bones.

Crack!

His mind collapsed to the point he couldn't even scream from the shock of his bones twisting.

Kieek!

The Bishop's teeth that made a strange cry had sharpened like those of a monster.

The Bishop became a ghoul with bloodshot eyes, hunched back, and completely rotten skin.

"Kreuruk!"

The difference from an ordinary ghoul was that besides sharp and hideous teeth and claws, a large thing disproportionate to his withered body was dangling.

As if all the rotten flesh had fallen there.

"Unleash your desires completely."

A ghoul transformation curse mixing devastation, lewdness, and various curses she learned from Yulia.

Now the Bishop will live the few days he has left consumed by desire before being hunted.

Why?

Because she'll make it so.

"Kyaaak!!"

Amy screamed and collapsed.

Rebecca put her mask back on and drew her sword.

"Lady Amy, what's wrong!"

Bang!

Guards with spears burst through the door.

In their eyes was not the Bishop, but a terribly transformed ghoul.

The Bishop's hat on the ghoul's head indicated that ghoul was the Bishop.

"C-Could it be?"

"The Bishop turned into a ghoul. Ah, it's the work of demons. Heuk!"

Rebecca thought as she watched Amy act calmly.

What an amazing woman.

I shouldn't antagonize her.

A slight chill ran down her spine.

"I'll attend to the Holy Maiden candidate, so chase after it."

"Yes, understood! Lady Rebecca!"

"Chase it!"

The guards with spears chased the ghoul.

Crash!

The ghoul broke through the glass window and escaped.

The soldiers disappeared to chase the ghoul.

"How foolish. To not grasp what's inside just by looking at the outside."

"That's the limit of hypocrites."

The two women mocked those who disappeared and hid their forms in the shadows.

And some time later.

The Bishop's office was completely burned down in a sudden fire.

Later, rumors spread that the Bishop who became a ghoul received divine punishment for violating God's teachings, among those who saw his appearance.

"Aren't you going to the knights' quarters?"

Amy asked as they left Mir City.

"...It's not time yet. I can't convert all of them by myself."

Rebecca looked at the busy knights' quarters with a face tinged with lingering attachment as she adjusted her mask.

However, that attachment was not for the past.

It was regret that they couldn't taste the same happiness as her.

'Heueup.'

The Demon King's scent still remained.

Her lower body was wet at the thought of returning.

There was a gaze following the two women.

'Who are those two?'

The red-haired woman with horns on her head, Frederica, tailed the two women emitting a strange aura.

***

It took quite a long time to treat the wounds received from the Max Level Rabbit.

I think I wasted almost ten days.

Even with the Demon King's superhuman recovery, it didn't heal easily.

Such deep wounds.

"Demon King, here."

Yulia wiped my body here and there with a handkerchief.

Even when I said I could wash myself, she was aghast and stopped me from bathing.

'It would be terrible if your wounds reopened. We must preserve the Demon King's precious body.'

Seeing her diligently healing me silently, my desires grow stronger.

Ah.

I really want to fuck her.

Is it because of the Demon King's body?

Or is it because I couldn't have sex for days while focusing on treatment?

Just looking at Yulia wiping my body made my lower body harden and throb.

"Whew, Yulia."

"No. The Demon King is still weak."

Damn woman.

Everything else is good but she really doesn't understand my feelings.

The message that I'll die if I don't mix bodies with Yulia still lingered.

About 300 days remain now.

Two months have already passed.

It means I'll die if I don't fuck Yulia within 10 months now.

"Are you lusting for me again?"

"It would be strange not to with the best succubus here."

I caressed her waist with my unbroken left arm.

My shoulder still aches, but it's better than when it was broken.

"But I prioritize the Demon King's body above all. If you ravish me now, you'll die."

"Is that true?"

"Would you like to test it?"

Yulia's face showing a glimpse of her panties looked sad.

As if I would really die if I went further here.

"Forget it. No need for that."

It's not worth gambling with my life.

Oh? There's 10 months left?

Sometimes positive thinking is necessary.

And at that moment.

"Demon Kiiiiing!"

Ariana with [Enchanted♡] floating above her head came running.