Heretic Knight Chapter 18: The Puppet Master

This was a lavish and bizarre grand banquet.
A long table, seemingly endless, was covered with a bright red tablecloth. This wasn't expensive silk, nor
did it have any intricate patterns; the bright red tablecloth seemed to possess a life of its own, radiating a jewel-like luster. Like
flowing water, its captivating sheen rippled, creating alluring
patterns that could never be woven.
On this bright red tablecloth lay wondrous tableware: metal skeletons, decaying gold, crawling
jade beasts—a scene straight out of an absurd poem, emanating either cold or hot
white smoke that flowed through the tableware. The aroma of food—like scorching blood, pungent
sulfur, nauseating sweetness, boiling spiciness, and solidified tar—mixed
together into an indescribable, suffocating stench that seeped deep into the throat, choking
the breath, then piercing the lungs, and finally reaching the brain, churning and swirling.
Metaphorically speaking, this wasn't poison, but evil—utterly gustatory evil.
The guests at the long table were completely immersed in this "evil" odor. There were creatures resembling rotting corpses just crawled out of a sulfuric acid pool, 　　cyborgs constructed
entirely of metal frames , and 　　creatures more like animals than humans, with the heads or bodies of wild beasts—like the beautiful Kira. There were also insect-like creatures with more hands and feet… all sorts of bizarre and 　　wonderful beings. These guests, gathered around this seemingly endless long table, were frantically 　　devouring the food, creating a cacophony of noise. 　　The heart-pounding sounds of massive machines, relics of the steam age, mingled with the din. It was all something that could only happen in a nightmare. 　　 At one end of the long table, near the wall displaying the grand family crest of the banquet hall, 　　beneath a huge banner with three intertwined Arabic numerals "6" like three lines of rotting gold, 　　the host of the banquet raised his glass high. The transparent glass held a viscous liquid emitting a bluish-green haze, 　　and then, with an arrogant smile, he finally spoke. 　　 "Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome our distinguished guest today, the Grand Master of the Silver Sword Knights of the Holy See, 　　the Commander of the Vanguard of the Faustian Expeditionary Force, the renowned Witcher, Father Rabindranath! " The moment the hostess spoke 　　, the previously boisterous banquet seemed to freeze, losing all other sounds. Time seemed to stand still 　　; all the monster guests remained motionless in their fixed postures. Even 　　the malicious smoke emanating from the food and drinks froze between the cutlery, like a movie scene paused. 　　Only the hostess could speak and move freely, demonstrating her extraordinary power. 　　 Long black hair, a typical Eastern face, but not particularly beautiful or ugly; rather, 　　an average face, the kind of common face that would be easily indistinguishable in a crowd. 　　Yet, she wore strange clothes, entirely composed of tools: knives, hammers, pencils, wire, 　　compasses, saws, and the like. This strange attire was the most important 　　thing to the hostess of the banquet, because she was the "Engraved Beast" agent of the King's Seat, a 　　disciple of the man who was once the strongest demon, and a sorcerer known as the "Puppet Master". 　　 "You despicable wretch!" At the other end of the long table, a 　　man whose white robes were tattered and stained with blood glared and roared angrily, "In the name of the Lord! If you don't kill 　　me, if you don't kill me! Even if you cut off my limbs, I will bite your throat! If 　　you don't kill me! Even if you sew my mouth shut, I will curse you with my eyes! If you don't kill me! Puppeteer 　　! I swear! Even if my soul falls into the deepest part of hell, I will take you with me!!!" 　　As he shouted, tears of blood welled up in the priest's eyes, streaming 　　down his face. Blood flowed from his bitten lips, and glaring veins stood out on his dirty but still handsome face 　　. 　　 Although they were merely the vanguard, all six knightly orders, including the Silver Sword, were quite formidable 　　. The Silver Sword Knights, in particular, were exceptional. This 　　order, named after Saint George's Silver Sword Ascalon, the dragon-slaying hero, not only possessed the most advanced weaponry, but each knight participating in the campaign also 　　had unwavering faith and immense strength. Father Rabinser, the current commander, was himself an 　　outstanding knight wielding sacred weapons. While they hadn't expected to break through Faust's defenses with just the vanguard, they thought they could at least 　　clear out the surrounding mobs. 　　 Rabinser, the frontline commander of the vanguard, had been optimistic. But in the end, all the vanguard 　　troops—every single one of them, except for Father Rabinser himself—became part of this 　　feast… If they were merely ingredients for the feast, it might be easier to accept, but the cruel reality was that 　　they became the feast itself. 　　 The monster, resembling a rotting corpse just crawled out of a sulfuric acid pool, still wore 　　the robes bearing the bright red cross emblem—the uniform of the Silver Sword Knights. The cyborg- 　　like monster, supported by metal frames, still bore faint traces of the Gospels on the metal structures that 　　were once the knights' weapons. The monster, like a composite of animals, 　　bore scars on parts of a human body—clearly the marks of honor left during the demon-slaying campaign. 　　The faces, though distorted and deformed, were unmistakably 　　those of knights who had once participated in the demon-slaying. And it wasn't just these monsters; even the long dining table, 　　beneath the crimson tablecloth solidified with the blood of knights, 　　was formed from intertwined corpses and skeletons—the remains of warriors who had also participated in this war. 　　 These knights, who had gathered here to defeat the demon cultist Faust VII, had not even seen...

The towering spire of Faust had already perished in the forests of the Siberian Plateau. It had been
utterly annihilated by the puppeteer who had turned them all into a distorted feast; their souls were devoured, and their bodies
became the raw material for the puppets.
"Hmm? As a priest, don't you think you lack a bit of compassion? I remember your
god once said that if someone slaps you on one cheek, you should offer up the other cheek to be slapped too, right?
What a noble sentiment! But Father, you seem to lack that spirit."
Rabinse, burning with rage at the sight of his comrades' tragic fate, roared, but the puppeteer remained unmoved, continuing to
mock his captives with a sarcastic tone. At this moment, Rabinse sat
in a chair created from the corpses of his comrades, his body tightly gripped by several arms. These arms, originally from ordinary human bodies,
had now become part of the puppeteer's magic, possessing immense strength. No matter how hard Rabinse tried
, he could not break free from their grasp.
"Seven years ago, when my king slept, the Holy See attacked me. I couldn't protect my king's territory, I couldn't
protect my workshops, I couldn't even protect my puppets. Like rats, I was chased from Europe to America
, all the way to Alaska... It's quite similar there, isn't it? Forests covered in thick snow.
It was there that my last body was destroyed by you. That
weakened body, completely incapable of using any magic, was also destroyed. Do you know? At that time, I actually felt
despair." Ignoring Rabinser's curse, the puppeteer spoke slowly, swirling the wine in his glass
while tilting his head slightly, his eyes fixed on the liquid inside, as if recalling the past.
"After following my king, I thought I had long forgotten the feeling of despair. But it's ironic,
I actually felt that cold, chilling despair that seemed to freeze my very soul.
And what drove me to that point was the Silver Sword, and the Roman Catholic Church's Grand Cathedral, which commanded the Silver Sword.
" At this moment, the puppeteer's lips curled into a smile. Although it was just a seemingly unremarkable face,
in that instant, when that smile appeared, the puppeteer's true nature was finally revealed. That abnormally
inhuman, bizarre, and evil aura immediately made this face unique. Although still unremarkable,
there was an instinctively repulsive aura mixed in with her smile.
"But I didn't die! Though I was filled with despair! But I didn't die!" With that strange smile
, the puppeteer's emotions suddenly surged. She forcefully threw the cup in her hand towards Rabinse.
However, after being thrown from her hand, the
cup, which should have spilled liquid and shattered on the table, froze in mid-air.
The liquid that had been emitting a greenish-blue fumes, though spilling from the cup, also froze in mid-air. It was as if
time had stopped, a scene only a high-speed camera could capture. The puppeteer, who had thrown the cup,
arrogantly pointed a finger at the knight, directly in Rabinse's direction. "No one, not even the king, can
kill me!" At this moment, the knight, who had been cursing the terrifying sorcerer before him, fell silent.
The Holy Weapon, the Spear of Lament, generates a missile-like impact
force with each thrust. This was Rabinser's holy weapon, wielded by a force capable of fighting an entire army
without being at a disadvantage. However, in the previous fierce battle, the puppeteer, pierced countless times by the Lament Spear
, continued fighting relentlessly until the very end, until he finally
seized Rabinser's holy weapon and took him prisoner.
"The power of a demon..." This near-immortal body was definitely not that of an ordinary human. In fact, even
if it were a demon, if its level wasn't sufficiently high, Rabinser was confident he could destroy it with his holy
weapon. But this puppeteer with the generic face, though undeniably attacked
, now showed no trace of combat on the man speaking so leisurely.
However, the puppeteer seemed oblivious to Father Rabinsey's whispers, his gaze still fixed on the young
knight commander: "Since you cannot kill me, then I will inflict upon you the same despair
. Father Rabinsey, are you satisfied with this feast?" At this moment, the puppeteer's already strange
smile suddenly turned lewd. "But the main course to come will excite you even more! Father Rabinsey
, commander of the Silver Sword, now, let me serve you, my esteemed guest, today's main course.
" As the puppeteer finished speaking, the frozen feast came to life again. The long table, along with its
crimson tablecloth, the ornate yet bizarre tableware, and all the food exuding a malicious aura, all moved.
The monsters that flanked the table, resembling guests, also moved. The cup that the puppeteer had thrown earlier had
crashed onto the table and, like that, began to move as well.
The Puppet Master, as the name itself suggests, possesses the power to create and control puppets—not ordinary
puppets, but demonic puppets powerful enough to rival even lower-level demons, true demons.
Everything at this banquet, including the banquet hall, was a puppet created by this being. At this moment
, the enormous puppet the Puppet Master created, which she called the "Banquet," began to move.
The scene was like boiling viscous meat sauce in a large pot; the disgust
reached an evil level. When the enormous banquet completely disappeared,
the forest, previously covered in thick snow, reappeared before the Puppet Master and the young knight. The only
thing that remained in the form of the banquet was the chair binding the knight, countless arms still tightly gripping him.
The puppet, originally presented as a banquet, had changed form and stood behind the Puppet Master
, its shadow like a black tower pressing down. Encompassing the Puppet Banquet was a creature fueled by the banquet itself ...i=61> What appears is the puppeteer's demonic puppet, Sphinx, a sphinx with the body of a human.

"Ready? Father Rabinse." Standing beneath the colossal monster, the puppeteer spread her arms.
"Here comes the grandest main course!!" As her words fell, the monster behind the puppeteer opened
its face—like a blooming flower, suddenly bursting open, filled with sharp,
rotating teeth like gears. And in the very center of this open face, a naked woman was imprisoned.
"Ofina!!!!!!!!!!" In that instant, Rabinse cried out, his body struggling forward,
but he was completely unable to break free from the entanglement of her arms. His eyes, streaming with blood and tears, almost
bulged out of their sockets, and his clenched teeth seemed about to shatter. Because that woman was none
other than his sister, a female knight who, like Rabinse, had wielded weapons in the war against Faust,
and who also served as the lieutenant of the Grand Master of the Knights, making her a rather capable knight.
Although she lacks the qualifications and strength to use sacred weapons, Ophina, who can easily wield various firearms,
is no ordinary woman. Resolute and upright, she adheres to her beliefs without any ambition or evil,
and bravely supports her comrades in every battle.
"Even if you're a priest, before becoming a priest, you were a man, weren't you?"
A lewd smile graced the puppeteer's ordinary face. Her hands
moved with the slow, precise, and deliberate grace of a conductor, the movements seemingly defying the laws of time.
Beyond the visible range, the tools that made up the puppeteer's bizarre attire were already in
her grasp. "Don't be shy, enjoy! My main course!" The instant the puppeteer finished speaking
, the naked female knight fell from the monster's mouth, standing upright before the puppeteer, obscuring the terrifying sorcerer's figure from Rabinse's view. All that could be seen 　　was the puppeteer's arm, the one holding the tools, extending
from behind her sister . 　　 "Just so you know, esteemed Commander, your sister is still alive!" The puppeteer 　　's voice came from behind the female knight. Simultaneously, the hands holding the tools 　　moved with an almost imperceptible speed. "Ritual of the Flesh Puppet." 　　The next instant after the spell's name was softly uttered, the female knight's eyes, which had been tightly closed due to unconsciousness, opened. Her 　　beautiful blue eyes, identical to Father Rabinser's, cast a cold gaze upon the priest, still bound to his chair. 　　 "Brother…" As the female knight uttered this, 　　the restraints that had been binding her, extending from the sphinx's open head like leather straps and chains, completely 　　disintegrated. The beautiful female knight staggered two steps towards the priest, then leaned forward, 　　almost collapsing. 　　 "O, Ophina…" At this moment, the fearless knight's voice finally trembled. 　　 "Thud!" But the one who fell to the ground with that sound wasn't 　　the female knight who had just been freed from her restraints. Instead, it was the strange puppeteer's body that collapsed to the ground without warning 　　. And in that instant the puppeteer fell, the female knight suddenly raised her head, 　　a twisted, lewd smile appearing on her once pure and beautiful face. 　　 "Hahahaha! Brother, how is it? Are you happy to see your sister alive? 　　" Although her voice hadn't changed, her tone, intonation, and even grammar were 　　completely different from the sister Father Rabindé knew. Her once delicate and refined face now bore that repulsive, lewd smile, her mouth wide open. 　　This was clearly the puppeteer's appearance! 　　 "You… what have you done?!" the priest screamed, struggling desperately. 　　 But the female knight, now a puppeteer, didn't give a direct answer. With that disgusting smile 　　, she slowly cupped her round breasts in her hands, her slender fingers squeezing her soft 　　flesh. The puppeteer's body, previously so ordinary it was like that of a passerby, didn't have such full breasts. Moreover, 　　those were only the standard size for an East Asian; compared to Ofina's breasts now, the puppeteer's 　　were completely flat-chested. 　　 "Ah, such a pair of large, lewd breasts, Father, haven't you ever 　　dreamed of them?" Saying this, the puppeteer, now Ophina, lowered her head, sticking out her pink 　　tongue to lick the breasts held high by her hands. The wet saliva immediately stained the already 　　smooth skin of her breasts with a lewd luster. "Oh, or does your sister prefer to use these lewd 　　breasts to seduce men? Has she ever seduced you?" The puppeteer raised her head again, as if savoring the memory, 　　pressing the tip of her tongue to her lips. Then the lewd expression vanished from her face, and she seemed to transform back into 　　the upright female knight, looking at the immobilized priest with her azure eyes. "Brother, I feel my breasts 　　are so heavy, could you massage them for me?" The moment she finished speaking, that lewd expression returned 　　to the puppeteer's face. "Are you tempted, Father?" "Bastard! Bastard! Bastard! Stop!!! 　　" The young priest could only roar, unable to move the knight. 　　 Although the puppeteer wasn't a demon cultist, nor the most powerful sorcerer, 　　she had been a primary target of the Roman Catholic Church for the past seven years, because she was the most despicable human, the closest to the devil 　　. At this moment, her vile nature was laid bare. 　　 The puppeteer remained completely unmoved by the priest's furious roar. While fondling the now-possessed breasts of Ofina, she 　　 leisurely 　　walked towards the immobilized knight, 　　standing before Rabindranath, casting a smug gaze down upon the priest."How about it, brother? You're not impotent, are you?" With a seductive laugh, the puppeteer lifted her leg, 　　her soft foot pressing against the priest's thigh, thus exposing her beautiful body's private parts completely.

It was presented before the priest. Although they were siblings, Rabindé had last seen his sister naked
many years ago, when she was still a child. But now, he saw his sister's mature and
beautiful body.
In the center of the golden forest, just like the hair of the siblings, the delicate pink petals of her virginity seemed to tremble slightly
with the breath of Ophina—no, it should be said, the puppeteer—with the puppeteer's breath, as if Ophina's body was
being sculpted. These two slightly protruding labia were tightly closed, a straight slit
running through the golden forest.
Then, two slender fingers, not thickened by long-term use of firearms, probed into that golden
forest.
"Actually, my brother and I aren't related by blood, so whatever you do is fine..."
Ophina's clear voice uttered these words, but the next second, it transformed into the puppeteer's malicious tone
, "Haha, when you hear things like that, do you feel your pants getting tighter? Father,
Knight? Hahahaha." Accompanied by lewd laughter, the puppeteer's fingers were already pressed
against the delicate petals.
"Stop... I told you to stop!!!" The arm that was holding Rabinse's body rose up, forcefully
pressing down on the priest's head and opening his eyes, making him watch helplessly as the puppeteer's fingers
slowly parted Ophina's delicate petals, and the moist, bright red flesh bloomed from the stretched-open crevice.
The moist folds of the virgin's flower passage were invaded by the puppeteer's fingers, and the warm flesh immediately stuck to the slender fingers
. Then, a trembling moan came from Ophina's mouth.
"Ah!" As she uttered this sound, as if unable to support herself any longer,
the beautiful woman, who had been leaning forward with one leg on the priest, involuntarily leaned forward. Her full breasts pressed tightly against the priest's face,
the soft, swaying breasts flattened by his face, and the two
nipples, which had somehow become erect, rubbed against his face.
"My first time was for you, brother! Hahahaha, how about that? Didn't you ever think
of your sister saying this to you?" Completely unconcerned about her breasts pressing against the knight's face, she swayed from side to side,
letting her ample breasts rub against the priest's face. The puppeteer even deliberately let out lewd moans.
"Ah! Ah! Just thinking about your penis, brother, makes me wet!" "Ugh!" "Although
his face was pressed down, Rabinse still managed to utter angry and resentful sounds.
Just then, the puppeteer's foot, which had been pressing against Rabinse's legs, gently lifted, her toes pressing
between the knight's thighs. Although the priest had restrained his instincts through sheer willpower, 　　his manhood involuntarily hardened
when this person controlling his sister's body pressed against it . 　　 Sensing the change in the knight's body beneath her, the puppeteer, with the beautiful face of a female knight, revealed a lewd 　　smile, slowly bringing her head close to Rabinse's ear and inserting her tongue into the priest's ear. The wet, 　　sticky, itchy sensation stimulated the priest's reason from the point closest to his brain. The hot breath exhaled from the puppeteer's nostrils 　　constantly brushed against Rabinse's hair. 　　 "Cleric, you're actually aroused by your own sister's body? Or perhaps you've been fantasizing 　　about your sister's naked body while masturbating, calling out Ophina's name?" A soft tongue licked Rabinse's face 　　, and the puppeteer, his cheeks already flushed, smiled, placing his hands on the priest's shoulders. "So, 　　isn't this just what you need?" "Bastard! Don't do this with Ophina's body! You 　　heretic! Ophina! Can you hear me? Don't let this guy control you, wake up!!" " 　　Rabinse, unable to even close his eyes, screamed hoarsely, yet his body's instinctive reaction still made 　　this young priest, this powerful knight, feel an indescribable rage and humiliation. His only movable 　　finger was clenched into a fist, his nails digging into his palm, piercing the skin, and 　　bright red blood flowed from his hand. 　　 But Rabinse's cries only excited the evil puppeteer further. At this moment, she 　　pressed her hands tightly against Rabinse's body, kneeling before the knight. Rabinse's robes had been lifted 　　, his belt unbuckled, and an arm reached out from behind the chair that held the knight down, 　　tearing open Rabinse's trousers and displaying his already erect penis before the puppeteer's eyes. 　　 Indeed, some..." Exceptionally gifted humans, after rigorous training, can completely control their instinctive 　　reactions. However, Rabinse hadn't mastered this ability. Under the puppeteer's control, Ophina 　　's alluring body emitted seductive pheromones, causing the young knight to instinctively erect his 　　penis. Between his legs, his virgin member stood straight, the 　　glans protruding from the foreskin, facing the puppeteer's seductively smiling face. 　　 Looking up, her moist eyes, those azure pupils like the clear Lake Baikal, 　　shimmered with an alluring light. Beneath her delicate nose, a tiny pink tongue appeared in Rabinse 　　's vision. Even the young, virgin knight understood the significance of this action. 　　 "No! Ophina, Ophina, no! No, don't succumb to the witch's power!!!" 　　Rabinser's voice finally trembled. Even though his body was pinned down by the chair made by the puppeteer, he 　　still pressed his head against the back of the chair, trying to move his waist. For for the young knight 　　, putting his penis into his sister's mouth was simply too filthy. 　　 However, a stimulation a hundred times stronger than before, beyond the knight's control, finally 　　surged from the tip of his penis all the way to his brain. It was as if an electric current had instantly flowed through his body, and then ...A chilling sensation surged through his groin, a hot and throbbing feeling coursing through his body.

At that moment, the heat transformed into an incomprehensible pressure for the knight, then suddenly
erupted from his penis.
Thick, ferocious, white, sticky semen sprayed onto Ophina's beautiful face. Even with the puppeteer occupying
her body, her beautiful face still showed surprise. She then raised
her head, her tongue still sticking out, her face, even her eyelashes covered in semen, facing the knight. Then, the puppeteer's
wicked smile spread across his face.
"As expected, Father, living a clean life, still a virgin..." Completely ignoring
how intense the stimulation she had just given a virgin was, the puppeteer maliciously distorted the facts.
"Just like that, you came? As expected... you're a guy who gets horny over your sister! Do you even
have the right to condemn sinners? Isn't your own heart just as filthy?" As she said this
, the puppeteer curled her tongue and licked the semen stuck to her lips into her mouth, her flushed cheeks looking exceptionally
alluring. Then she used her fingers to smear all the semen on her face into her mouth, sucking on her
fingers, which were also covered in semen, swallowing all the thick, sticky semen down her throat. Finally, she
let out a long breath with a satisfied, glamorous smile.
"No! You witch! I will definitely punish you! You...you bastard! Stop! Don't
insult Ophina anymore!!!" He shouted hoarsely, but the Knight Commander's momentum
had completely weakened the moment he sprayed that semen onto Ophina's face.
The brave knight, who would never back down no matter how he was tortured or beaten, now had an
imperceptible tremor in his voice, just like the instinctive twitching of his penis that had just ejaculated
.
"Is this sophistry or self-deception, my lord?" The puppeteer keenly sensed Rabinse's
momentary lapse in concentration. Her fingers, still smeared with her saliva, slowly pressed against
the tip of Rabinse's glans. "No matter what, you can't deny it, can you? You love your sister! But now, right before your
own eyes, your sister is about to be violated! Your pure sister, about to be
violated by yourself! Hahahaha!" When this lewd man uttered these words,
fear appeared on Rabinse's face for the first time. For a devout believer, a loyal knight, could there
be anything more cruel? In that instant, Rabinse made up his mind. He abruptly opened his still-
free mouth and bit down hard on his tongue.
Although suicide was a grave sin, he had no other choice! At least he had to avoid an even greater sin!
With this resolve, Rabinse tried to bite off his own tongue, but what his teeth bit off
was a slender, smooth finger, reeking of a metallic, sour taste. In an instant, the metallic taste of blood filled Rabinse's
mouth. And the one who shoved the finger into the knight's mouth was Ophina before him.
The puppeteer, occupying her body, wore a twisted, grotesque smile on her innocent face as she shoved her finger into the knight's mouth.
"It hurts…brother, it hurts so much!" Suddenly, the lewd smile vanished, and
two streams of tears fell from Ophina's beautiful face. But as Rabinse gazed at this captivating face, the puppeteer's
malicious smile returned. "You've hurt your beloved sister again, haven't you? Really,
why would you think of death? Do you think I can't torment you after you die? Lord Rabinse,
you underestimate me, the puppeteer." "Although I cannot control souls, your body, even if
it dies, can still bring your sister to orgasm!" At this moment, the puppeteer's smile turned sinister
, and a deeper malice surfaced in her eyes. "Even getting your sister pregnant isn't impossible!
" Even his marrow had degenerated. Rabinser silently loosened his teeth, watching as the puppeteer
pulled her bloodied fingers from her mouth. The captain of the Silver Sword Knights understood
this fact once again. This human, who had betrayed humanity, followed a king who sought to destroy the world,
this guy whom the Roman Catholic Church considered a thorn in its side—this guy had degenerated and rotted to the bone.
"...Lord, please remember my suffering and embarrassment, please remember the bitter wine and poison I swallowed."
All of this is deeply imprinted in my heart…” The taste of his sister’s blood spread in his mouth, the warm, bright
red blood mixing with Rabinse’s saliva before he swallowed it. A weak
prayer escaped from his pulsating throat; it was a verse from Lamentations in the Old Testament,
the source of power for Rabinse’s holy weapon, a passage he was finally familiar with.
Hearing Rabinse’s prayer, the puppeteer’s eyes lit up with excitement.
“Is it despair? What a beautiful sight! But don’t worry, you will soon experience
the happiest thing in the world. I assure you, dear brother!” After speaking in Ofina's tone
, the puppeteer knelt down again, placing her head between the young knight's legs. Although she had just
ejaculated, the young knight's penis showed no signs of weakness, remaining erect,
the semen clinging to the glans reflecting a white sheen like opal.
The puppeteer's tongue returned to the knight's penis, the smooth tip slowly
secreting pre-ejaculate under the delicate rotation and teasing of her soft tongue. The sour-smelling liquid mixed with the puppeteer
's saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth.
As if to completely etch the taste of the knight's penis into her consciousness, after licking every
part of the penis, the puppeteer took the hard, hot shaft into her mouth and sucked hard.
At this moment, the knight's penis twitched instinctively, but this time no semen was ejaculated. Although
still a virgin, he was different from ordinary people. The knight, who kept praying, couldn't make his penis...

He softened, but at least he wouldn't immediately fill his sister 's mouth 　　with thick semen again .
However, the puppeteer seemed eager to taste the young knight's semen once more. Her hands were on the ground, and she
wasn't just sucking; she was making sounds, her mouth constantly drooling. She was practically
swallowing, as if trying to swallow Rabinse's penis completely down her throat. Her deeply sunken
cheeks and gradually rising throat meant the puppeteer's nose was buried
in the knight's tangled thicket of pubic hair, and her wet lips were already touching the scrotum of his penis.
Objectively speaking, this level of oral sex was quite enjoyable for a man. In the warm, moist
mouth, under the teasing of the soft tongue, under the stimulation of the teeth occasionally scraping against his penis, watching
the woman's face flushed from suffocation, her moist eyes looking at him from between his legs
...
In fact, beneath Rabinse's penis, the thick veins and vas deferens had throbbed several times,
but the praying knight suppressed them with sheer willpower, each time on the verge of climax. Rabinse's
eyes, already streaked with blood and tears, were now filled with equally bright red blood vessels; were it not for his continued prayers, his
face would have appeared as ferocious as a wild beast.
The puppeteer keenly sensed this; inside her mouth, Rabinse
was repeatedly suppressing his primal urges. This caused a hint of impatience to creep onto her face. Finally, the puppeteer opened
her mouth, long, glistening saliva trailing behind her tongue and clinging to Rabinse's penis. Then,
the corners of her mouth twisted upwards in a grotesque manner.
"I see, so your mouth isn't enough for you anymore, brother?" With a lewd smile
, the puppeteer stood up, spread her legs, and slowly moved closer to the young knight.
"Then, I'll satisfy you here, my dear brother." Her tongue lolled out,
an expression like that of a cheap prostitute appeared on the once-pure female knight's face. "I...
I don't think about your cock for a single day. Just thinking about you makes this wanton woman want to
pierce this filthy cunt with something!" As she spoke, saliva still dripping from her tongue, the puppeteer used
her fingers to pry open Ophina's pure petals, her middle finger shamelessly plunging into the wet passage. "It's
this filthy cunt, brother, why don't you use your spear to smash this place to pieces!" Although
the praying knight restrained his urge to erupt,
his body still trembled involuntarily when he heard the puppeteer utter such lewd words using his sister's body.
The puppeteer, not missing this detail, revealed a malicious expression, slowly wrapping his legs around Rabinse's body, straddling him
, and then slowly lowering his waist, preparing to thrust the knight's erect penis
into his already wet vagina.
"Ugh!" At this moment, the puppeteer showed a pained expression for the first time. Although
the puppeteer controlled her body, Ofina was still a virgin. The first time her tight vaginal opening
was stretched open by a man's penis, it still brought intense pain.
The folds of her vaginal opening tightly enveloped Rabinse's penis, slowly swallowing it
into the female knight's body. The warm, wet, and sticky flesh was soft yet resilient, writhing as if alive,
completely and thoroughly stimulating Rabinse's member. For a virgin who had just ejaculated, this stimulation
almost made him stop breathing. His continuous prayers seemed to be stuck in his throat;
the young priest's mouth was open, only the faintest sounds of prayer continuing due to the vibration of his vocal cords.
Finally, Rabinse's glans felt the resistance. That was the mark of Ofina's virginity. No,
but in an instant, Rabinsey's penis had already pierced through that membrane, and a surge of heat enveloped his
member. A deep red hue seeped from the point where their bodies met.
At this moment, not only Rabinsey's body, but even the puppeteer's body stiffened. She placed her hands
on the knight's shoulders, her full breasts slowly pressing against the young priest's face, soft breaths
escaping from her mouth, her warm, moist breaths constantly brushing against Rabinsey's ears.
Like Moses parting the Red Sea, Rabinsey's penis parted Ophina's vulva. Like the Holy Lance piercing
the Son of Man, Rabinsey's penis penetrated Ophina's flower path. Then, Ophina's body stiffened, the cavity tightly enveloping the knight's member 　　twitching
slightly with the writhing motion caused by the penetration . 　　 "Ah...ah..." Ophina's voice trembled, tears of pain welling in her beautiful azure eyes 　　. The puppeteer's lewd expression vanished from the female knight's face, replaced by a pure and resolute beauty on her 　　flushed cheeks. "Brother, brother..." Just as this trembling voice called out to Rabinse 　　, the knight, who had been persistently praying, sensed that the voice belonged not to the corrupt puppeteer 　　, but to his own sister. 　　 The continuous prayer finally ceased, but Rabinse, unable to continue praying, could no longer utter a sound 　　. Though his throat moved and his mouth opened and closed, he could not call out his sister's name. At this moment, the young 　　knight instinctively tried to raise his arms to embrace his sister, even forgetting that his body was still 　　suppressed by the puppet's chair. 　　 "Hoo!" Just then, the pure expression on Ophina's face disappeared, replaced by the puppeteer's 　　malicious smile. "Truly worthy of being a virgin!" The feeling was like being torn apart 　　; it was incredibly painful, but the ultimate pleasure came after that pain! 　　After uttering these words, the puppeteer swayed his hips, "Ah!" Yes, that's it, stirring...

Stirring, piercing, wriggling, thrusting—no matter how much you ravage this body, in the end, all that's brought is pleasure! "
As the lewd puppeteer transmitted wave after wave of stimulation to Rabinse's clone, Rabinse realized
. This devilishly wicked woman hadn't mocked him at all; she hadn't
mocked him for his erection in front of his sister, as if she had no idea she had once called out to him in a trembling voice!
In that instant, a thought flashed through Rabinse's mind, a thought that even made his heart
feel as if it were being squeezed in someone's hand.
Looking at the man before him, displaying a lewd expression on his sister's body, the puppeteer hadn't
completely possessed Ophina's body. Ophina, as the puppeteer herself said, was still alive.
If he could break free from that man's control, it might be possible to save Ophina, and even
retaliate against him.
As the puppeteer swayed her slender yet firm waist, letting the tight flesh wrapped around Rabinse's penis squeeze
the knight's primal desires, the young knight struggled to hold on. Although he had taken his sister's virginity
..." The fact that his body was beyond redemption was irreversible, but he absolutely could not ejaculate into his sister's body; this was Rabinse
's final line. Having just realized that Ofina might still be saved, Rabinse
could no longer pray. His body, his hoarse voice, and his mind were all
focused on finding the puppeteer's weakness in control; he couldn't continue praying under such circumstances.
However, this didn't mean despair. On the contrary, hope arose in Rabinse's heart—
the hope of continuing.
For over half an hour, relying on the willpower honed through long knightly training and his unwavering
faith, Rabinse, as a man experiencing his first encounter with a woman, steadfastly resisted ejaculating into
his sister's body. Veins bulged on his forehead, his teeth clenched tightly, and
no matter how hard the puppeteer straddling him tried, his erect penis remained hot and hard, repeatedly threatening to erupt,
but always managed to suppress it.
"Ah! Hurry up, brother! I want your semen!" The puppeteer cried out lewdly, her hands
gripping Rabinse's large breasts and rubbing them against his body. Her hips swayed back and forth like a
motor. Although she was a virgin, she was completely accustomed to the man's penis at this moment.
Even as Rabinse's penis stirred her soft vagina, she no longer felt any pain
, or perhaps the pain had completely numbed her, leaving only continuous pleasure.
Rabinse's penis was almost reaching the puppeteer's uterus. The intense pleasure even made the puppeteer's
eyes roll back several times, saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. With that lewd and infatuated look, she seemed to be losing consciousness.
It was at that moment that Rabinse felt the arm that had been suppressing him, extending from the chair,
loosen slightly. As the puppeteer, who was controlling Ophina's body, nearly lost in the throes of pleasure
, her control over the puppet undeniably weakened.
Realizing this, Rabinse no longer simply maintained his erection; he began
to reciprocate the puppeteer's body. Although his voice was completely hoarse, he could barely utter a sound,
yet he still emitted low, labored breaths, like any man indulging in the pleasure of a beautiful woman's body
.
Even if he had to die to atone for his sins, Rabinse
had already repented for violating his sister. And at this moment, he chose the only opportunity: to let the puppeteer
lose consciousness for a prolonged period during her climax, thus freeing himself from control over the puppet. Only then would Rabinse have a chance to save
his sister and punish this depraved and corrupt villain.
"Ah!" Finally, some motivation? Feeling the knight's thrust beneath her, though it was only a slight lift
of her hips, was enough for the frenzied act of sex
to push the already invading penis even deeper. Upon feeling this, the puppeteer cried out excitedly
, "Ah! That's it! Brother, harder! No need to suppress your instincts anymore! Brother,
you can even get your sister pregnant! Spit out your semen, ah! ah!" "Pour your semen into my womb
... into my womb!" As she cried out, the puppeteer's hands gripped Rabinse's neck,
her body arching backward, her full breasts heaving violently, her sweat-drenched
body radiating a bewitching glow. Sunlight filtering through the trees shone upon this beautiful body
, transforming what should have been a goddess-like purity into a succubus-like, lascivious
form. Her two bright red nipples, under the sunlight, shimmered like crimson jewels,
leaving deep red marks.
"Ah!!" she cried out excitedly, and a surge of heat gushed from
the penis inserted into Ophina's body. Regardless of the inner soul, the body's instincts are always the most honest. At this
moment, the puppeteer finally reached her climax, a torrent of love fluid flowing from where her body was joined with the knight's,
then running down Rabinse's legs.
The arms that had been restraining Rabinsey from the chair finally loosened.
Had the puppeteer finally lost consciousness? Had her power finally crumbled? Rabinsey
slowly raised his almost numb hands and placed them on the woman's shoulders. He couldn't be sure
if this woman was his sister or the evil puppeteer. At this moment, the knight
didn't even have the strength to call out his sister's name.
Suddenly, the nauseating laughter that made the upright priest vomit escaped from Ophina's throat.
"Although you've been holding back, not wanting to ejaculate inside your sister's body, you couldn't resist anymore, could you?
Your Excellency, Father! Your hands finally want to violate your sister's body?" Slowly, she embraced...
The puppeteer, her body raised, her eyes, which had almost completely turned white, seemed to have finally
returned to normal. With a seductive pant and a malicious smile that seemed to see right through people, she spoke, her body
slightly arched forward, her high breasts brushing against the knight's arms that were pressing down on her shoulders. "
No need to hold back! That's human nature. There's nothing wrong with following your instincts, isn't there?"
Just now, although she had relaxed… hadn't she completely extinguished this heretic's power? Rabin
's expression froze for a moment, but then revealed a beastly look. At this moment, his member
was still deeply embedded in Ophina's soft, honeyed flesh, and indeed, as long as he followed his instincts
, that was enough.
The hands that had been resting on his sister's shoulders slid down to her chest,
filling Rabinse's palms with her full, ample breasts, too large to be grasped by hand
. The two delicate yet firm nipples poised upwards between his index and middle fingers. For Rabinse, this was the only way to avoid further harm to Ophina, or even losing her forever
. His fingers, unlike those of a weapon-wielding knight,
slid deeply into Ophina's soft flesh,
kneading and reshaping her breasts like freshly baked bread. The slightly protruding nipples,
like tiny strawberries, swayed gently between Rabinse's fingers.
Freed from the restraints of the puppet arms, Rabinse stood up abruptly and forcefully
thrust his penis deeper into Ophina's body, towards her virgin womb.
He pounded into her like a savage beast. The puppeteer's legs wrapped tightly around the knight's waist,
her hands releasing Rabinse's neck from which she had been clinging. Her upper body
arched backward from the violent impact, and now, bearing her entire weight were only her
breasts, gripped tightly by Rabinse's hands; bright red finger marks immediately appeared on her pale flesh.
The stimulation from outside her vagina caused the puppeteer to let out a trembling, incoherent moan.
"Ugh. Ugh. Ugh ah!" Ah~!! Groaning and screaming, the puppeteer grinned, saliva dripping
from her mouth, an unconscious smile spreading across her face. Her tongue, protruding from her lips, stiffened, the bright red tip
curling up as if thirsting for nectar. Her body, having just reached its climax, trembled slightly again,
her heavy, excessive breathing almost plunging her into darkness. Yet, the physical pleasure
transformed this suffocating feeling from overbreathing into an even more intense surge of pleasure, pure ecstasy
overwhelming her body and will.
But this was not enough. It was not enough to make this corrupt and decaying creature lose consciousness.
Knowing that doing so would only harm... His sister's body, but if he wanted to save Ophina's soul, Rabinse
had no other choice. Let the puppeteer believe he had truly succumbed to primal lust
; as long as he kept this guy unconscious during his climax, he'd have a chance to defeat her!
Realizing this was his only hope, Rabinse remained silent, only heavy breathing remaining, suppressing
his pity for his sister and his own inner pain. His fingers gripped Ophina's breasts even tighter, as if
trying to pierce the female knight's skin and penetrate her body. Those artist-like fingers held
his sister's breasts firmly, while beneath Rabinse's crotch, a surge of... His legs, with their thick veins bulging
, stomped forcefully on the snow-covered ground as he violently thrust his member into her. Using the formidable strength honed through knightly training, he
churned his penis again and again, piercing Ophina's vaginal opening.
Inside her slippery vagina, lubricated by love juices and pre-ejaculate,
the flesh of his member clung to Ophina's member like the bodies of mollusks. With each powerful thrust, Ophina's delicate
petals were almost turned inside out, the bright red flesh seemingly tinged with blood. But at this moment
, pain was practically nonexistent for the puppeteer. The violent impact of their bodies... Amidst the sounds,
the man with the lewd smile was simply enjoying the fierce pleasure.
Finally, Rabinse felt it; the tip of his glans pierced through, and the continuously erect
spear, worthy of a powerful knight's weapon, finally plunged into Ophina's womb. The instantaneous stimulation
rendered the puppeteer speechless, and her legs, wrapped around the knight's waist, stiffened.
At this moment, the inner walls of the flower-like passage, like fresh clam meat, which were squeezing Rabinse's penis
, suddenly contracted, as if trying to snap the knight's shaft in two, squeezing
that fierce weapon.
"Ugh…" He was about to ejaculate! Rabinse realized he could no longer control his
instincts, but if he ejaculated now, it would undoubtedly fill his sister's
uterus. At that moment, Rabinse gripped his sister's breasts tightly, squeezing the flesh and twisting it violently
, as if trying to tear the mass of fat off the female knight.
The intense pain finally relaxed the puppeteer's stiff body, or more precisely, it
loosened the legs wrapped around the knight's waist. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Rabinse... He abruptly pulled his penis out of Ophina's
body, and in that instant, white semen spurted from his glans,
staining Ophina's lower abdomen, chest, and even her neck and chin with the thick, white fluid.
At that moment, Ophina's body trembled, and
a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her flower passage, which had just been freed from the penis's insertion. Along with the gushing of love fluid, Ophina's legs trembled
, and then a stream of urine spurted from beneath the female knight, soaking Rabinse's crotch.
"Ah...ah..." The mouth that had emitted the lewd laughter was now only emitting weak gasps
; Ophina's eyes had completely rolled back, indicating she had lost consciousness.
As if to prove the puppeteer had lost consciousness, the chair still beneath Rabinse
suddenly shattered, turning into a pile of rotting flesh and bones.
The sphinx that had stood like a giant shadow not far away also suddenly collapsed, causing a heavy tremor in the ground
before crashing to the ground. Large clumps of snow were shaken off the surrounding trees, while the snow on the ground was
jolted up, filling the air with white dust.
"Oh…" The knight, his throat still throbbing, looked at his sister. He had released his grip on
her breasts and held her in his arms, but he couldn't bring himself to call out her name.
"Brother…" Finally, Ophina opened her eyes, her clear gaze no longer showing the puppeteer's
abnormality. Then, tears welled up in Ophina's eyes. "Brother... are you still alive
? Are you really still alive?" The female knight, looking at her brother, smiled despite her tears
.
At this moment, the young knight, who had endured too much fear, finally smiled as well.
But the smile froze instantly, because his sister, whom he held in his arms, stared wide-eyed
, tears streaming down her face, her hand already plunged into Rabinse's chest. Although she too had undergone knightly
training, Ophina's body was absolutely incapable of such a horrific act, and blood
flowed down from her hand, which was embedded in Rabinse's chest.
"Brother... ah... brother..." What had she done? Unable to comprehend why her hand
had pierced Rabinse's chest, the female knight's mouth agape, her lips trembling. All sensation in her body seemed
to have vanished; only the warmth spreading across her hand remained—her brother's blood.
"Under my control, this level is still achievable." Far behind Ofina
, in front of Rabinse's line of sight, the puppeteer, who had just fallen, rose from the snow. A
satisfied smile graced his ordinary face. "How does it feel to be killed by the sister you tried so hard to save?
Respected Father, is this divine mercy?" As he spoke, the puppeteer brushed
the snow off his body. "Hmph, you think making me lose consciousness will disintegrate my power? Ah, that's certainly a good idea.
But, in the instant before reaching my climax, I already relinquished my control over your sister.
Do you think such petty cleverness can fool me?" As he spoke, the puppeteer's smile twisted into a lewd and obscene
grin. "Hahaha, though far inferior to my king, don't underestimate me! After all, I am now, in a sense,
the king's representative." As the puppeteer spoke with a smug tone, Rabinsé's stiff
smile relaxed again. He then raised his arm and placed his hand on his sister's head,
gently stroking it. Ofina, meanwhile, could only weep and apologize to her brother, her hand still
embedded in Rabinsé's body.
"Alright, now that we've said goodbye," the puppeteer said,
a lewd smile tinged with disgust as she looked at the scene before
her. "The brother who raped his own sister, and the sister who killed her own brother. You can both go to hell now!" The moment she finished speaking, the puppeteer raised her arm, and
the sphinx that had been lying behind her let out a whistle-like sound, then rolled and leaped to its feet.
Its ferocious body slammed its hind legs into the snow, sending a cloud of snow flying into the air, and the monster
lunged at the brother and sister sitting on the snow.
In an instant, Rabinse used all his strength to push his sister away. As Ofina's body
fell to the snow beside her, her blood-stained arm was finally pulled from Rabinse's body
. Unrestrained, the blood gushed out like a burst faucet,
leaving a glaring red pool on the pristine white ground.
"Brother!!!" Ophina cried out in anguish. But in her vision,
the knight, felled by the terrifying monster, gave Ophina a final, kind smile, as if he had found
satisfaction. And less than a second later, the young commander of the Silver Sword Knights fell
beneath the sphinx's enormous shadow, vanishing completely without even a final word.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!" Although he always wore a lewd smile,
this was the first time he had let out such a maniacal laugh. The puppeteer tilted his head back and laughed as if he had seen a perfect farce
. "Useless! Don't you think it would be happier if we died together? But never mind! Ophina
, I'll send you to see your brother soon." With a smile still on his face, the puppeteer turned his gaze to the female
knight, while the monster that had already pounced on Rabinse turned its head, its fiery eyes aimed at Ophina
.
Then...
With a loud "boom," the center of the terrifying monster's body swelled up and then exploded,
opening a round hole in the center of the sphinx's body. The flesh, bones, and machinery that made up this puppet
shattered with the sound of the explosion, and from the round hole that had destroyed the entire monster, a pure white
light, like lightning, pierced down, aimed at the puppeteer standing behind the monster.
The impact was like that of a missile; this was the power of Rabinser's holy weapon, the Spear of Lament.
The young knight, having lost all his weapons, was dead. But in his final moments,
he used his body as a spear, broken in the fierce battle, and thrust it into the Sphinx's body. This was Rabinser's final miracle, 　　a miracle achieved by sacrificing his life and soul
as the captain of the renowned Silver Sword Knights, a knightly order directly under the Roman Catholic Church . 　　 "Bastard!" The puppeteer's smile vanished; his ugly, distorted face barely had time to utter this ...With a thud, she was struck by the white lightning; the deafening roar nearly pierced Ofina's eardrums.

Her consciousness was swept up in the terrifying shockwave of the explosion.
But at that moment, Ophina felt neither fear nor sorrow.
She watched as the white lightning bolt struck the puppeteer's body precisely, slamming the ordinary form
to the ground. The surrounding snow billowed up like a pale wall, and the soil beneath it
was similarly thrown up, forming a dam that obscured Ophina's vision. The entire forest
seemed to tremble with Rabinse's final attack.
Then, everything fell silent.
Only a large crater remained on the ground; the puppeteer's body was reduced to fragments scattered inside
or outside the crater. Rabinse, however, left no corpse. When he awakened the chosen holy weapon at
the cost of his soul, his body ceased to exist.
Only Ophina remained, silently watching the crater.
Then, a lewd smile, typical of puppeteers, appeared on the female knight's face. With a malicious smile, the
woman rose from the snow, hands on her hips, looking at the
crater left by Rabinse's final, devastating attack. Finally, she let out a mocking laugh.
"Heh heh heh... Hahahahahaha!" Laughing like this, the strange female knight
raised her middle finger at the crater. "Idiot, you never understood the meaning of the name 'Puppet Master.' But
oh well, because of your death, I became the sole survivor... the sole survivor, huh, not
bad at all." At this moment, the female knight's face had completely lost the pure expression of Ophina, utterly degenerating
into that of a puppeteer. "Next time, I might as well test my acting skills on the Blackblood Sister." "From
the very beginning, the Puppeteer had already killed Ophina and taken over her body. All of this was merely
an act by this vile character, manipulating the valiant commander of the Silver Sword knights until the very end
. After all, beyond mere domination, he also possessed extraordinary talent for imitation and performance—that was
the true meaning of the name 'Puppeteer.'
And this Puppeteer so easily and maliciously
annihilated the vanguard of the Roman Catholic Church's campaign against Faust. The first act of this campaign ended with the complete defeat of the Papacy
.
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