The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

90 – The day the moonlight whispers (2)

hallway back in.

Through the gloomy shadows, a bright light came out in a straight line and created another bar. The pillars of light connected by the dust particles spread their elongated shadows in all directions whenever someone stretched out their hands, emitting light and then fading. The prisoner, who had lost his motivation while sitting down, tried to catch the light, waving his hands several times, but lost his motivation and dropped his head.

“I’m just saying, but we won’t attach a separate supervising manpower, and it’s well soundproofed. So… … . Yes. Ahahahaha.”

The guide evaded his words and laughed. It meant that no matter how I finished it, I didn’t want to be caught by someone else. The soundproofing is thorough and there is no supervision. So punish the comrades you care about according to your conscience.

I saw the whip in my hand. It was made of hard and rough leather, and it felt heavy. When I hit the scarecrow as a test at the inn, it was a whip so strong that the scarecrow tipped over.

“Okay, this is it.”

end of the prison corridor. The window on which Ashuria lay was empty. The receptionist took the key from his waistband and opened the door. A clap, a sound echoed, and a black room came out and met our gaze. The air was not well ventilated, and a stuffy wind blew, and a white light illuminated the center of the room.

A small lantern that delivers power through a certain politics created a hazy afterimage as the light flickered uneasyly even though the wind was not blowing.

“…then excuse me. There is a key here, so when the punishment is over, release it and come out with me.”

As I stood looking around the room, the receptionist placed the key in my hand. He did not like the gloomy and bloody atmosphere of this prison. Even now, if you stick your head out and look around, you can see the malevolent grip grabbing the receptionist’s neck as he walks down the hallway and trying to rob his belongings like seaweed.

I waved once at the receptionist, who disappeared without looking back, then closed the door.

******

Silence and warm, languid air. A white light diffused a dull gray light, and Ashuria sat on her knees.

Her arms were bound with handcuffs and rope. She hung her head, not checking my face. I stroked the whip and looked at her back. The cut back was cut so that the whip could be whipped, and the fabric was so thin that the outline of the undergarments could be seen.

I asked while stroking the whip with my hand.

“…What were you thinking when you made this proposal?”

Ashria did not turn her head. I wasn’t even surprised by my arrival. As she loosened her shoulders, the muscles in her back that moved together enticingly tightened and then smoothed out again. The figure under the white light seemed to seduce me.

“Did you hear the story of a person being reborn through trials?”

Contrary to Ashuria’s calm tone, her feet were fidgeting. It wasn’t because her legs were numb, but rather as if she was impatient in front of some anticipation.

“Learning was short, so I didn’t listen. Is it a religious story?”

“There is a story in the scriptures that a man who had committed a great sin threw himself into a fire and burned it with a penitent heart, and was reborn as a virtuous man.”

“Ashuria-sama, did you make this request because you wanted to attain that kind of nobility?”

Ashria shook her head. I was only looking at her back, but it felt like I was talking to her face to face. Ashuria said.

“I just had a presumptuous thought.”

The word presumptuous thought leads to a lot of imagination.

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None of them were wholesome.

I held the whip upside down. The tip of the whip handle was blunt and cold, and it was sure to surprise anyone if it came into contact with bare skin. I stared at her straight back and carefully pressed the end of the handle into her flesh. The muscular back pushed me away with an elastic texture.

“A presumptuous idea, what are you thinking specifically?”

Ashuria’s shoulders are shaking. Her hands and feet shriveled as if touching something intangible, then moved as if playing an instrument. She let out a light sigh, like someone suffering from a cold wave, and lowered her head.

“…If I said I would be punished, I thought you would come.”

Power went into the handle of the whip. As I pressed lightly on her back and scanned it, I could see her waist slightly bent. As if trying to portray a great bow, the way she gently pushed her chest forward was like watching some classical dance.

“Sigh… … .”

A moan escaped from Ashuria’s mouth. I put my hand on her shoulder. Pressing lightly on my shoulder, Ashuria lifted her head and looked at me. We were making eye contact from opposite directions.

Her black eyes were full of excitement.

“Did you do it because you thought that if I came, you wouldn’t be punished?”

“…I did it because I believed that you could punish me severely.”

Asura said so. Her face was flushed red, and her toes against my shoes kept wriggling. I removed my hand and took a step back. Ashria lowered her head again and took a deep breath.

He lightly waved his whip into the air, gauging its strength. The sound of hitting the floor was light, and several stones bounced against her flesh. A red mark left on the white flesh and then disappeared.

Ashuria trembled slightly at the light shock and controlled her breathing.

“You’re a pervert.”

Ashuria’s ears burned. I slam the ground once more, sending a plosive sound through her ears. At the sound of a blow a little closer, Ashuria’s whole body trembled, and she could see her legs closed for a moment and her teeth clenched.

The profile that was reflected for a moment quickly disappeared into the ebony mind as if it were an afterimage left by a dim light.

I whispered in her ear again.

“You said you wanted to wash away your sins, but in reality you were trying to quench this desire.”

“…I will reflect… … . there… … .”

Ashuria dragged her horse slowly.

A red face and a nodding head.

I opened the distance again. Her shapely body looked naked in the dim lighting. I straightened my whip and hit her on the back with all my might.

slap!

“Aww… !”

Ashria folded her legs. It leaves a red scar. His body twisted with a groan, and his protruded tongue appeared and disappeared through the sound of gasping breaths. I straightened my whip and said.

“Did you want this? To be beaten with a whip while being treated rudely by a colleague?”

“Sorry, sorry… . do… .”

Ashria raised her voice. Her apology contained deep emotions. However, there were still 49 whips left, and I decided to leave the second mark on her waist.

slap!

“ah… … !”

With a sigh, this time the body stretched out like a bow. I forced my knees up and tried to move forward, then sat back down and lowered my head. Arms and legs trembling. I heard her breathing steady, confirming that she was still fine.

“What will other people say when they see you? What if the hero sees this now?”

Ashuria opened her eyes and stared into space. He shook his head lightly and smiled.

“…Now, the hero is fine… . continue… . Please… .”

Once again the whip flew. The third whip mark intersects with the previous one and remains like an x mark.

“Ahh… ! Sigh… ! Sigh… !”

She lowered her head and groaned. He was standing on one leg and standing halfway up. I said as I circled her.

“Isn’t the only sin you really need to repent of beating the priest?”

Ashria nodded.

In reality, she did not reflect at all on the charge of assaulting the priest, which she had brought out nominally.

She wasn’t here to simply play with me.

She wanted something deeper.

As I circled Ashuria, I could see an upside-down cross on the floor. The cross was talking to me. He said he wanted to deny the years he attended this church and the very existence of Ashria, who served the church.

Like a man who burned himself in the fire and became a new man

He also said that he wanted to shed his former self through this torture and paint himself with a new self.

Didn’t I tell you

When I whip her, I’ll do it.

If she has a burden, it’s my job to lighten it.

Ashuria looked around and our eyes met. Even though her face was stained with excitement, she looked at me with determination. She bit her lip and nodded, and I adjusted my whip and said,

“You won’t be able to cut them all off.”

A drop of sweat ran down Ashuria’s forehead. she nodded and said.

“…To paint over the lingering lingering feelings in this church. That alone is enough.”

I turned around again. A dim light shone on the red mark it left on her back. Beads of sweat flowed down the wound with the sound of panting breath.

“If you quit the church, what will be left for Ashuria-sama?”

Ashria turned and looked back at me. Her enchanting face, her voluptuous curves met me.

“The warrior.”

Ashria laughed.

“Lena.”

Her hands were limp.

“Miele.”

her eyes twinkled

“You will be there.”

I said, gripping the whip tightly.

“Yes. We will stay together.”

A groan echoed as flesh and skin collided.

Her moaning was sad in some ways, and joyous in others.