The Story in the Dilapidated Temple

"Huff...huff..."
Gasping breaths echoed through the mountains.
A boy dressed in thin clothes ran along the mountain path.
It was late autumn, a golden season, but also a time of sudden temperature drops. If he entered the wilderness dressed like this, he would surely freeze to death in the middle of the night. But even freezing to death by nature was better than being killed by his own kind—
Aono, that was the boy's name.
He was a slave of a large landowner, but why did he run away? The reason was that yesterday, while harvesting wheat, he accidentally cut his wrist, and his blood stained the wheat that was supposed to be sold. The enraged landowner ordered that the slave be skinned and hung on the city gate, and Aono, who had already sensed something was wrong, fled beforehand.
He escaped into the Great Green Mountain behind the town.
"In the mountains, there are demons sealed by Onmyoji hundreds of years ago, so you must never go in,"
the elders had warned him.
But compared to the unknown dangers that might arise inside, it was definitely better to get through this life-threatening crisis first.
Last night, after being knocked unconscious by the gatekeeper, Aono climbed over the wall of the landowner's house and crawled out through the gap in the city gate's dog hole. Thinking about it now, his escape route had definitely been exposed. If he were caught, he would probably be killed on the spot, because slaves were not "human." So he could only run for his life, not stopping for a moment, or he would die.
He would die... I, I don't want to die...
So he ran for his life.
Small, sharp stones cut the soles of his feet, and sharp, tough leaves scratched his face.
But none of that mattered, as long as he could stay alive.
"Huff... huff..."
His panting echoed through the mountains.
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[Part Two]
He didn't know how much time had passed.
As his stomach growled and the sky gradually darkened, Aono found a dilapidated temple in the mountains.
The roof was broken, the Buddha statue was shattered, and moss covered everything.
(Was this an abandoned temple?)
Thinking this, she felt relieved: "Great... I'll spend the night here." She
boldly stepped inside.
Ghosts and gods shouldn't exist in this world, right? And even if they did, this would be the abode of the gods... well, it's just abandoned now.
The interior of the temple, as expected, was covered in dust and cobwebs, and smelled musty. The Buddha statue in the center was shattered, only a vague outline could be seen, and in front of the statue was a jar-like object.
(It's for displaying offerings, right?)
Thinking this, Aono stepped forward, put her hands together, and bowed to the Buddha statue.
"Buddha, please bless me."
She uttered her wish, then took out a lotus leaf bag from her thin clothes. Opening it, she found three hardened and slightly sour rice balls inside. These were stolen from the kitchen by Aono before his escape, intended as rations for the journey.
"..."
Aono glanced at the offering table, swallowed hard, and placed two of the three rice balls on it.
"The offerings have been made, so please bless me..."
He clasped his hands together once more, and then—
"I'm eating."
He wolfed down the last rice ball, which had already gone sour.
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[Part Three]
Nightfall.
"As expected...it's so cold..."
He had tried everything.
Since there was no flint nearby, he had to find other ways to keep warm. He stuffed the dry grass he could find into his clothes, then did his best to seal up all the damaged parts of the temple. But even so, the cold wind still penetrated the unnoticed cracks, and the dry grass, which had felt somewhat warm before, lost all its heat to the first gust of wind.
"But, to survive...I have to endure it..."
Aono huddled in a corner, shivering.
After that, he heard…
“…Cold…”
“…Are you cold…?”
What was that sound?
In a daze, Aono
tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids wouldn't cooperate, so he had to rely on his ears for now.
“…The night…is cold, isn’t it…”
This time he heard it clearly; it was a woman’s murmur.
“Let’s…warm up together…”
He was held tightly.
*Grass, grass, grass…
* Something tiny, like a twig, gently tickled his body, then slowly grasped him, holding Aono in place.
*Sizzle…*
A warm tongue licked his neck.
“Mmm…”
Aono groaned.
He wanted to see…who…but his eyes…damn it, he couldn’t open them…and he couldn’t even move his body. The only thing he could perceive was that he was being slowly held by something warm, and that the other person’s wet tongue was licking his body. *Grumble grumble grumble…* That restless sound of bones throbbing…
Clothes were being peeled away, bit by bit.
But because of the embrace, there was no warmth at all.
As penetration deepened, that final warmth spread to the lower body.
*Gurgle…
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[Part Four]
When he woke up the next day, everything seemed like a dream.
“What…”
He couldn’t distinguish between reality and illusion.
He slowly stood up from the ground, but bumped into something.
*Gurgle gurgle*, wild berries rolled all over the ground.
“Huh?”
Aono asked in surprise.
What is this…
? Could there really be a god?!
He looked at the broken Buddha statue with fear; the rice balls that had been placed there had disappeared. Aono looked down at the wild berries on the ground, then at the jar.
“…Tonight, let’s stay here again…”
He placed some wild berries on the jar, and the rest was today’s meal.
That night, that strange feeling returned.
After the chill, he was immediately embraced warmly, a tingling pleasure coursing through his body.
"Let's warm up together... let's do something fun together..."
It was now certain it was a woman.
But who was she...?
When he woke the next day, he found wild fruit beside him again.
"Hmm..."
He looked at the Buddha statue, then at the wild fruit on the ground.
"Well, tonight will be the same again..."
So, Aono stayed at the temple.
Every morning and every night, the same thing repeated itself. The only change was that the woman's murmurs became clearer, and the food on the ground changed from only wild fruit to the occasional animal carcass.
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[Part Five]
Aono's escape caused a huge commotion in the town. The landowner was furious; how could he not even control a slave? So he dispatched his private soldiers to hunt down Aono, following the trail of the lowly slave until they arrived at this dilapidated temple.
Though still ruined, it was clear that people had settled there.
Aono did his utmost, slowly repairing the place day after day. He felt as if he couldn't leave this temple; his greatest wish now, besides to survive, was to see that woman.
Who was she?
Bearing this question in mind hundreds of times each day, Aono returned to the temple today with firewood, when a piercing pain shot through his right foot.
He had been pierced by arrows poisoned with deadly poison—the arrows from the private soldiers who had been lying in ambush.
"This is the guy..."
"Ah, a daring escapee."
"He's just a slave..."
"Should we kill him now?"
"No, no, take him back to the landowner for trial."
"Hahaha... what trial? Just let the landowner vent his anger on him, then skin him alive and hang him on the city wall..."
They laughed and surrounded him.
(I've been...captured...)
But now that I think about it, it makes sense, since I've been lingering here.
Is this the end?
Just as I was thinking this, I saw a huge black shadow fly out of the temple...
"Don't... attack me!!"
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[Part Six]
After I came to my senses, all the private soldiers were dead.
The terrifying monster grabbed Aono from the ground and dragged him into the temple.
It was a monster with the lower body of a centipede and the upper body of a woman—the Great Centipede, I remember that was its name.
Graggra ...
A familiar voice... So that's it, the woman every night is her...
The centipede's body coiled around him, and then the woman licked the wound on his right foot.
"This little bit of venom is nothing..."
After that, the pain in his right foot subsided, and the centipede also lifted its body, facing Aono.
Now he could see her appearance clearly: it was truly a stunningly beautiful face. But why was her expression so gloomy, and why were her clothes all ominous black and purple?
"I want to thank you for your essence, which gave me the power to break the seal."
So that's how it is.
That jar wasn't an offering table, but a treasure that sealed the centipede.
"So, every morning and night..."
"Ah, your essence is delicious, I want to continue enjoying it, so you can't die..."
*Clang*.
As she spoke, she bit Aono's neck, and the centipede slowly sucked the blood. But surprisingly, it didn't hurt at all; instead, it felt incredibly comfortable.
"You can't escape."
She hugged Aono tightly.
"The one I've set my sights on can't escape my grasp."
Red lips, stained with Aono's blood, kissed Aono's lips.
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[Part Seven]
The demon begins to violate the boy.
She clamped Aono's hundred legs with her own, injecting her venom into his body. It was a potent aphrodisiac that could give men intense pleasure.
"Ugh..."
Aono couldn't help but groan as he watched his lower body slowly disappear into the mouth of the giant centipede.
This...this is the feeling...every night, so this is...
"Ughhh...!"
He couldn't resist and immediately ejaculated.
The white semen shot into the woman's mouth, her eyes glazed, tears welling in her eyes.
Glug, glug.
She drank it all down, then licked his penis and the corners of her mouth with lingering satisfaction.
"As expected, the same delicious taste as always..."
she said, touching her own lower body.
“Unfortunately, the seal isn’t completely broken yet, otherwise…”
The point where the human and insect bodies joined, where the female genitalia were originally located, was sealed by a talisman. Although it had been half dissolved by the venom, the talisman still hadn’t fallen off.
“No problem, leave it to me.”
“…What—!”
Rip!
The talisman was torn off by Aono.
“…Actually, I’ve liked you for a long time.”
He kissed her lips.
“Ugh…!!”
(A man’s saliva…!!)
“As you wish, I will continue to do it with you…”
Aono placed his penis into that pot-shaped opening that had been empty for hundreds of years.
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[Final Chapter]
Shikihime—this was the name she learned from the giant centipede.
Holding Shikihime in Aono’s arms, after their intercourse ended, she asked, “…Am I not scary? You don’t seem afraid of me at all?”
“Because we’ve encountered this many times before, right? Although I’ve never been able to open my eyes.”
“That’s… I was afraid you’d open your eyes and see what I look like…”
Afraid of being scared away.
He finally had someone, he couldn’t let him escape so easily.
“…You’re beautiful, and not that scary at all.” He
kissed Shikihime on the cheek.
Aono laughed: “I’ve wanted to ask this for a long time—can you be my wife?”
But why?
Why choose a demon?
He looked at her with a questioning gaze, then Aono gave her his answer:
“Demon or whatever, that’s just a label others have given you. Shikihime is Shikihime, nothing more, just a beautiful woman, someone who fascinates me. You know, more than outward ugliness, I fear inner ugliness, because it’s impossible to see it…”
“What nonsense are you spouting!”
Shikihime turned her face away.
"Wife... Hmph, at first I just liked your scent, don't get the wrong idea!"
She said, suddenly standing up, using her centipede-like lower body to appear incredibly tall.
Aono chuckled.
"Well, anyway, I plan to continue living here... You'll probably still live here in the future, right?"
"Uh... um..."
"That makes things easier. We'll live together forever, and one day you'll grant my request, right?" "
..."
The giant centipede—Shikihime—lowered her head, her long purple hair obscuring her expression.
"Hmph!!"
She finally let out a cold snort and darted into the jar.
...
...
Who really captured whom?
[The End]

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