"Get your hands off her right now, you disgusting man!" Nozomi yelled, her voice high-pitched, shrill, and full of anger. Her face was red with embarrassment and jealousy as she fiercely tugged on Haruto's sleeve, trying to separate the two.
Haruto let go of Kirika, but only because Nozomi's voice had broken the moment of intense ecchi tension. He sighed, annoyed at the interruption.
"What is your problem, you useless Goddess?" Haruto asked, turning to Nozomi, his voice dry. "Can't you see I was negotiating a combat partner who is going to do all our dirty work?"
"But... but the way you negotiated!" Nozomi stammered, her eyes full of angry tears.
"You were promising to be cruel to her! That is... immoral! And you were so close to her! I'm the Goddess who summoned you, I should be the only one who..."
Kirika, who had regained her composure, interrupted Nozomi, her voice noble but with a touch of cold authority. "Silence, priestess with cheap clothing. The Master was merely giving me orders and establishing the hierarchical dynamic of the group. My desire and your shame are none of your concern."
Nozomi choked, shocked by the double humiliation, and started crying again. "My clothes aren't cheap! It's celestial silk! And you're a crazy masochist!"
"Let's stop the drama, both of you," Haruto said, rubbing his temples. "Kirika, you walk in front, as you're the only one with armor.
Nozomi, you stay behind me, and if you scream, I'll tie you to a tree and leave."
With the order established, the trio set off for the Swamp of the Undead. The Swamp was exactly as Haruto expected: damp, stinky, and full of green mist. The setting was perfect for the guild's safest mission, which relieved him.
"Remember, Master," Kirika whispered, her voice husky with anticipation as she walked ahead, her armor faintly clanking. "The mission is to exterminate the lesser Ghouls and retrieve the magic gems they have swallowed for the guild. If I fail to complete the mission perfectly, the punishment will be invisibility."
"I remember," Haruto replied, his voice dry, but his body was tense. "So don't fail."
"I will do my best to be inadequate, Master," Kirika responded, an excited, perverted smile on her face. She was hoping to fail, and Haruto knew it, which made him even more irritated by the effort he would have to make to avoid the punishment.
They walked for another ten minutes until they heard a slow drag in the mist. Four skinny, rotten figures emerged: lesser Ghouls, the weakest type of undead.
"Kirika, they're all yours," Haruto said, stepping back and pulling Nozomi with him.
Kirika unsheathed her two-handed sword, the blade glistening in the mist. She looked like an elite warrior, graceful and powerful.
"In the name of the Noble Order, I shall purify you!" Kirika declared, her voice strong, noble, and confident. She charged with surprising speed, slicing the first Ghoul in half.
Ghoul defeated: 1.
The second Ghoul tried to attack her flank. Kirika easily dodged and kicked its head, crushing the rotten skull with the weight of her armor.
Ghoul defeated: 2.
The third Ghoul tried to attack her from behind. Kirika waited until the last second, spun around, and sliced the monster in two, all perfectly, without a scratch on her armor.
Ghoul defeated: 3.
"Perfect, Master! No failures, no scratches!" Kirika cried out, her voice that of a noble warrior, but her expression was one of disappointment and anger. "Damn it! I was too efficient! I don't deserve punishment!"
"You're not doing your job, Kirika," Haruto said, his eyes narrowing. "Your mission was to exterminate and collect the gems. You exterminated too well. Now, collect the gems, and if you mess up the collection, I will punish you."
Kirika knelt over the rotten remains of the Ghouls, forcing herself to touch the disgusting material to search for the gems.
Haruto felt disgusted but stood firm.
Nozomi, behind him, was trembling and nearly throwing up.
"Don't look at the dead, you useless girl, you might attract their attention," Haruto whispered to Nozomi, forcing her to look at him. Their eyes met, and the sexual tension returned, but it was broken by Kirika.
"Master, I failed!" Kirika shouted, her voice full of ecstasy. She was holding three magic gems in one hand, but in the other, there was a piece of rotten Ghoul flesh. "I contaminated the gem with the rotten flesh; I deserve punishment!"
Haruto approached, looking at the contaminated gem. He took the gem and wiped it clean with the sleeve of his own shirt, irritated by her carelessness.
"You didn't fail," Haruto said, his voice cold, his cynicism returning. "I cleaned the gem. You have to fail irreparably. If you want to be punished, you have to be truly useless."
Kirika's expression changed from ecstasy to fury. But it was the fury of a masochist who doesn't get what she wants.
"YOU ARE A TYRANT! I HATE YOU!" Kirika yelled, her voice loud, her eyes filled with tears of anger and perverted frustration.
"Great, now shut up," Haruto said, ignoring the insult. "We have another Ghoul coming, and it looks stronger."
A larger Ghoul, wearing rusted armor, emerged from the mist. It was slow but seemed to have more resistance.
"Kirika, focus!" Haruto ordered. "Don't fail!"
Kirika attacked, but the Ghoul resisted. She was fighting with anger and frustration, trying to fail, but her technique was too good. She couldn't manage to be useless.
"I need help, Master! I am weak! I am useless!" Kirika cried out, her voice a lament of desire for punishment.
Haruto rolled his eyes. "Nozomi, do something!"
Nozomi, who was paralyzed with fear, finally reacted. She raised her staff, eyes closed, and shouted an attack spell: "Divine Blessing of Pure Water!"
Instead of purifying, the staff shot a weak jet of holy water that hit Haruto in the face, soaking him from head to toe.
"ARE YOU AN IDIOT?" Haruto yelled, wiping his wet face; his anger was real; his plan was failing.
The Ghoul took advantage of the confusion, attacking Kirika from behind. Kirika didn't see it; she was focused on trying to fail to be punished.
"Kirika!" Haruto shouted, his voice urgent, his pragmatism returning.
Kirika was hit on the arm by the Ghoul's rusted blade. The armor protected her, but the impact made her fall into the stinking mud of the swamp.
"I FAILED!" Kirika screamed, her voice a sound of pure ecstasy. Her face was covered in mud; her desire was uncontrollable. "The Ghoul hit me! Master, I deserve the punishment! I am useless!"
Haruto was furious with Nozomi's ineptitude and Kirika's madness. He charged, not to attack the Ghoul in an epic way, but to end the problem as quickly as possible.
"Nozomi, give me your cloak!" Haruto commanded.
Nozomi, still paralyzed, obeyed. Haruto took the blue silk cloak and wrapped the Ghoul in it, trapping the monster's arms.
"Your cloak is useless, but it's strong," Haruto muttered, and he kicked the Ghoul to the ground, using his intellect to immobilize the enemy, not brute force.
With the Ghoul immobilized, Haruto crushed its skull with his boot, ending the fight quickly and messily.
Haruto turned to the two women. He was wet, covered in mud, and furious.
"Mission complete," Haruto said, his voice cold, his cynicism returning to the max. "Kirika, you failed irreparably. You were hit and almost put the mission at risk."
Kirika, lying in the mud, her face covered in dirt and ecstasy, looked at him, her eyes shining with desire. "Yes, Master! Punish me! Tell me I'm a dirty, useless slave!"
Haruto ignored the plea and looked at Nozomi, who was crying out of fear and guilt.
"And you, Nozomi," Haruto said, his voice low and dangerous. "You soaked me and almost got me hit by the Ghoul. You also deserve punishment."
Nozomi trembled, her eyes wide with fear and repressed desire. "What... what are you going to do to me?"
Haruto smiled, that cynical grin returning, but now with a touch of pure malice.
"Kirika's punishment is Selective Invisibility during her bath," Haruto whispered, his voice low and full of promises. "But your punishment is going to be different, Nozomi."
Haruto walked up to Kirika, who was trembling with desire in the mud, and pulled her by the collar of her armor, forcing her to stand up. He looked at her; her desire was uncontrollable.
"You'll be the first," Haruto whispered, his hand firmly gripping the collar of her armor, feeling the heat of her body; her desire was palpable; she begged for more humiliation.
Kirika moaned with desire, her body violently trembling, her face dirty with mud and ecstasy; she gave herself over; her desire was total.
"Take me to your castle, Kirika," Haruto said, his voice husky and full of promises. "You're going to be punished for failing, and I'm going to give you the punishment you desire so much."
Kirika gasped, her body pressed against his; her desire was total; her honor was gone.
"Master, please... use me!" Kirika pleaded, her voice a low, husky moan; her body was trembling with desire; her submission was his pleasure.
Haruto was at his limit; his desire was uncontrollable; his hand squeezed her body tightly, feeling her desire.
Nozomi, who was watching the scene, her face red with jealousy and anger, felt Haruto's desire for Kirika, and it consumed her.
"NO!" Nozomi screamed, her voice hysterical, her body trembling. "I'm the Goddess! You can't do that to her! I'm the only one who can give you pleasure!"
Haruto ignored Nozomi, his eyes fixed on Kirika's; his desire was uncontrollable; her punishment was near.
To be continued...