The fanatical holy city

"Weak~ Too weak~ You can't even break the first encounter with a charm spell~ You're still too weak~" Ke'er waved her hand
dismissively.
"..." The boy sitting on the other side of the table.
"If it were Britney~ Your soul would probably have been extracted by her~ Hmph~ Too~ weak~"
Ke'er shook her finger, her words belittling the boy to nothing.
"However~ Your willpower is commendable~ You were able to say no~ You must have some strong convictions~"
Ke'er asked the boy with interest.
"Yes. I want to find a future path for cyborgs. I don't want my friends to become experimental subjects, nor do I want to become food for the infected." The boy looked at Ke'er and said.
"Ha~ Isn't becoming food nice?~ At least it's comfortable~ Although the length of your life depends on the mood of that infected
lady~ Hmm..." Ke'er smiled, resting her chin on her hand.
"Having your life and death in someone else's hands, living like a slave. That's not what I want." Forty-Seven shook his head coldly.
"So~ What was that person's answer to you?" Ke'er asked with interest.
"Coexisting with the infected."
"Oh~ really... Indeed~ There are a very small number of people among us who are similar to me~ who view humans more equally~ living with them isn't so bad~" Ke'er pondered, then
suddenly revealed a seductive smile. A jade-like leg wrapped in black stockings emerged from the wide ancient costume, tracing an alluring arc. She tempted him with an extremely charming voice: "Then~ how about considering living with your sister?... "
Forty-Seven quickly shook his head. He remembered yesterday's experience, Ke'er's terrifying body, he would never touch it again.
"Sigh~ what's wrong with it?~ If you live here~ it's not just me~ Jingjing and Ling-san
can also~ even if you have perverted fetishes~ we also have a cute little loli~" Ke'er rested her chin on
her hand , coaxing him gently.
"I don't want to go through yesterday's ordeal again. To be honest, your... well, it was really comfortable, but it was too much. I couldn't stand it."
"Comfortable, huh? Hehe~ You only used 40% of your strength yesterday~ If you had gone straight for 100%, you
wouldn't have survived five minutes..." Ke'er laughed smugly.
"So I should be grateful for your mercy?"
"Hehe~ You should be praising Lady Ke'er with gratitude in your heart!" Ke'er proudly raised her head, her tail wagging.
"But, according to you~ that mysterious person wants you to go play with the other forces next~" Ke'er
tilted her head and asked.
"Hmm. I guess so..."
"Haha~ With your current abilities~ I'm not trying to discourage you~ you're too weak~ You probably won't even get to see them
~ Except for me~ the others aren't exactly friendly guys~" Ke'er blinked her big eyes and giggled
.
"The last time we saw each other was three years ago~ Hmm... Let me think... Britney has a lot of magical talent, but she can't improve any further because of a bottleneck~ Now she seems to have encountered something~ Her personality has become much more introverted...
As for her sister~ she's become silent~ Except for her figure, she's quite like the Dark Queen in movies and TV shows..."
"Qin Xuezhu's personality has completely become that of a queen... Her venom and ruthlessness are not diminished at all~ and she even seems to be surpassing us~ She was originally a very troublesome character~ Her intelligence and decisive methods are not weak~ Tsk tsk
~ She is the one among us who is closest to the role of a predator~ She seems to have gotten hold of a little girl~
That little girl directly received Qin Xuezhu's initial virus~ Theoretically, she is on the same level as us~ But
she actually became a veteran as soon as she was infected... It took us a lot of time to mutate back then~"
"As for Mo Rui~ she seems to have obtained a lot of books about other worlds... She sealed off the entire Flower City... and is researching some things inside... That plant gun that can fire spores is their research product~"
The boy looked at Ke'er, who was lost in memories, and suddenly remembered a question. After thinking for a while, he finally asked it.
"Are you still afraid of the Disinfection Elixir?"
"Huh?" Ke'er, who had been looking up at the sky, suddenly turned to Forty-Seven, her sharp gaze making Forty-Seven's skin crawl. Then she laughed.
"Just kidding~ Look how scared you are~" Ke'er waved her hand, laughing at the tense Forty-Seven.
"It's not something that needs to be kept secret~ That thing is still quite lethal to us~
We 've minimized the damage~ But we just can't seem to finish the last part~ I
feel like something's missing~ Mo Rui is probably researching it~"
Forty-Seven breathed a sigh of relief. The person she was talking to seemed like a harmless older sister on the surface, but in reality, she was ruthless and her personality was hard to fathom.
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Jingjing walked in carrying two large plates, followed by a woman dressed as a bunny girl, also carrying two large plates.
"Master~ Dinner is served~" The two placed their plates on the table and took out several dishes.
"Oh~ let's call her out to eat too~" Ke'er said casually.
Quietly, she placed five cups on the table, walked over to Forty-Seven, and asked, "What kind of drink?"
"Water. Just a cup of water, nothing else," the boy said.
Taking the water from the maid, the boy thanked her and drank slowly, holding the cup with both hands. He watched as she poured a cloudy white liquid into the other cups.
He was slightly surprised, but then understood.
After all, she was an infected person.
"By the way~ how many days has Li'er been out?" Ke'er asked again.
"Two days, Master~" Jingjing replied.
"Pfft!" Forty-Seven spat out a mouthful of water. The three looked at the violently coughing Forty-Seven, somewhat puzzled.
"N-nothing... I just choked," Forty-Seven answered casually. He suddenly remembered the soft blanket on the floor of Ke'er's room yesterday.
Was it her? Was she not dead?
The boy was conflicted. Ever since he killed the little girl, her laughter and face had haunted him every night, like a vengeful spirit, preventing him from sleeping. And what she said that day was true; although she had ulterior motives, he still felt a pang of guilt.
"Three days... I guess I should really call her out and give her a good workout," Ke'er tilted her head. Quietly leaving the room, the boy's attention shifted to the bunny girl. She wore a black bunny girl outfit, her legs, encased in black fishnet stockings, completely exposed for all to see. A bunny ear decoration adorned her long black hair, and her voluptuous figure was perfectly accentuated by the tight clothing. She seemed to sense the boy's gaze, turning to give him a sweet smile. The boy noticed a heart shape in her dark red pupils.
"By the way, weren't you here to gather information? Is there anything you want to know? I'll try my best to tell you..."
"Nothing... nothing for now," the boy stammered.
"Hehe~ Don't be so reserved~ Don't be afraid~ I'll tell you everything you want to know~" Ke'er smiled,
her smile warm and gentle, but the boy was still a little hesitant, not daring to completely trust her.
Just as Ke'er was teasing the boy, the door was pushed open again, and Jingjing walked in, followed by a little girl in a blue nightgown who looked exactly like the boy remembered.
The little girl rubbed her eyes a little sleepily, her gaze sweeping around before she paused when she saw the boy sitting in the seat. She instantly hid her hands behind her back and gave Forty-Seven a sweet smile.
Forty-Seven was a little confused; he seemed to have seen her holding a small doll.
"So big brother is the guest Sister Jingjing mentioned~" Li'er showed the boy her familiar, captivating smile again.
"Yes." The boy nodded.
"You actually passed Sister Ke'er's test~ Big brother is quite amazing~" Li'er said as she sat down. After serving everyone, Jingjing also pulled out a seat and sat down to enjoy lunch together.
Lunch was nothing special, just ordinary dishes, all of which tasted quite good.
"Don't you find our food delicious?" Forty-Seven looked at Ke'er, who was slowly eating, with some confusion.
"How silly~ This little function can be developed with just a little mutation~ Although your semen is delicious~ it gets a bit cloying after a while~ so we evolved our sense of taste~" Ke'er
tapped her bowl with her chopsticks.
"Human food is still very delicious~ especially Jingjing's cooking is so good~" Ke'er continued, turning her body slightly to hook the chin of the maid sitting beside her, who was chewing slowly.
"Speaking of which~ you know Li'er~" Ke'er's flirting failed and she was countered, so she turned to ask the boy with a smile.
"Yes, I met her when I was on a mission in the Holy City." The boy nodded, and asked with some confusion, "Excuse me for asking, but I did kill her back then. Why?"
"That's Li'er's ability... It's very powerful, isn't it~" the little girl replied with a smile.
"Hmm..." the boy responded lightly.
"Li'er~ remove that thing~" Ke'er suddenly said to Li'er.
"Sister Ke'er~" The little girl looked at her somewhat reluctantly, but Ke'er nodded at her.
Li'er reluctantly put down the cake in her hand, got off her seat and came to the boy's side. Under his gaze, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips.
The surprised boy was at a loss for words for a moment. When he came to his senses, the little girl was already sitting in her original seat and continuing to eat her cake. Only Li'er's sweet fragrance lingered on her lips.
"Forty-seven~ You should stay here for a while, right~" Ke'er looked at the boy.
"Yeah. That person hasn't given me any news yet. He said I should get along with you guys first before giving me the next instructions."
"Get along with us... I don't have any problem with that~ I suppose Li'er and you already have a good relationship... Ling-san is alright too~ It's just that Jingjing always has a straight face~ She's a little cold~" Ke'er tilted her head and
said.
"Anyway, try to get along with them~ But I have to remind you~ Everyone has areas that others can't touch~ We're no exception~ If you die because you touched something you shouldn't have~ I
won't care..."
"Okay." The boy agreed seriously.
"Also~ Your strength is too weak~ I suggest you come and train with us when you have time~ Li'er can teach you some
knowledge about infected people~ Jingjing's fighting skills are very good~ Ling-sang has unique power generation techniques~ You can ask them
for advice~ They won't refuse~"
Forty-seven nodded.
"Please guide me."
The three also nodded slightly to him.
Lunch was over, and the boy helped Jingjing clear the dishes, carrying two large plates as he accompanied the maid into a room. A very clean kitchen.
"Just leave them here~ I'll take care of them~" the maid said coldly, turning to deal with the dishes.
The boy thought for a moment, then stood at the door, waiting quietly.
A moment later, the maid finished tidying the cupboard, turned around to look at the boy, and glanced at him, saying, "So you're already looking for practice?"
"Yes, I don't want to waste time. Like Ke'er said, I'm still too weak," the boy said.
"There's something I need to ask before we practice." Jingjing walked up to the boy, looking at him expressionlessly, and asked, "What are your feelings about the Infected? Do you hate them?"
The boy looked at the maid, who seemed unchanged from usual, and answered.
1. Tell the truth, lie.
"To be honest, I still despise the Infected. My friends and the most important people to me died at their hands. I still remember that feeling," Forty-Seven said calmly, bowing her head.
"Is that so?" The maid tilted her head, her emotionless pupils gradually turning cold.
"Yes, I still hate the Infected now," the boy nodded.
"I understand. Please follow me, guest." Jingjing nodded and walked ahead, the boy following behind. After walking for a short while, they arrived at a door. Jingjing pushed the door open and gestured for Forty-Seven to go in first.
Forty-Seven went inside. It was a relatively large bedroom. The furniture was simple, the walls were off-white, there was a simple dressing table and two wardrobes, and a large, seemingly comfortable bed was the only luxurious item in the room. Of course, there was also the same carpet covering the entire floor as all the other rooms.
The boy thought for a moment, took off his shoes, walked to the middle of the room, turned to Jingjing, and asked, "Are we training here? It's a bit small."
Jingjing didn't answer him. After entering, she turned and closed the door, locking it. Under the boy's unreadable gaze, she gave him a familiar, standard curtsy, then silently took off her black flat high heels, unbuttoned the back of her top, and, under the boy's somewhat astonished gaze, removed her maid outfit, folding it neatly and placing it aside.
Beneath the fluffy maid outfit was a fair, delicate body. Her full figure, slender waist, and powerful limbs reminded Forty-Seven of Ke'er's terrifying physique; compared to that captivating body, Jingjing paled in comparison. The black lace lingerie accentuated her perfect figure, with a black corset-like garment around her waist. Black stockings encasing her jade-like legs featured diagonal, dark straps resembling winding mountain roads. Combined with the black and white Katyusha headband, the black and white choker around her neck, and the arm guards on her hands, she possessed an extraordinary beauty.
Forty-Seven felt a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, Jingjing spoke.
"Excuse me~ Although it's unholy~ but~" Jingjing crouched slightly, assuming a fighting stance,
her icy voice rang out again: "Anyone who shows hostility or threat to the master before this maid~ will be eliminated immediately~"
"So~ please die here, guest~" The maid silently charged forward. The boy quickly dodged to the side,
offering a few words of explanation, but finding the maid unmoved, he gave up.
Jingjing's movements quickened, launching rapid attacks, each one forcing the boy to unleash his full power.
Her attacks grew increasingly fierce. She spun around and swept her leg, tripping the unsuspecting boy. She tried to trap him with her legs, but he nimbly dodged.
The maid quickly rose and kicked Forty-Seven, her jade foot striking the boy's chest. He felt a sudden tightness, his vision went black, and he was sent flying backward.
Jingjing then pounced on him. Forty-Seven reacted instantly, activating his awakening technique, using one hand to brace himself and rolling to the side.
Jingjing still missed. Looking at the boy, half-crouched and panting, her eyes glowed red. She pounced again, her movements several times faster, nearly grabbing him several times. Gradually losing her speed, the boy helplessly activated his second stage, but it was merely a desperate struggle.
Quietly, Forty-Seven dodged a punch. Her jade-like hand transformed from a fist into a claw, grabbing his clothes. The immense force gripped the boy, and the next moment, his shoulders were immobilized. A jade-like leg wrapped in black stockings slammed into his abdomen. In his brief moment of disorientation, the maid's arms slipped under his armpits and lifted him up. When he regained his senses, he saw a pair of unwavering pupils and cherry lips that gleamed with a faint, dangerous light. From those thin red lips, the boy sensed the breath of death.
He struggled violently, his knee striking the maid. In the instant she cried out in pain, the boy broke free from her soft embrace.
"Please don't struggle, guest!" Quietly seemed somewhat angry. Her movements doubled in speed. To the boy's astonishment, she moved towards him like a nimble snake, but his body couldn't keep up. He could only watch as those slender jade hands grabbed his shoulders, and his knee struck his abdomen again. The skillful placement made Forty-Seven's vision go black, and he almost fainted. When he came to his senses, a pair of pale pink lips were already pressed against his. In that instant, intense pleasure spread from his lips throughout his body like ripples of water. Forty-Seven's body convulsed twice, then collapsed into the maid's soft embrace.
"How could this be..." The boy gritted his teeth, trying to get up and resist, but all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away. He could only manage to twitch his fingers.
"You don't know yet~ a prey before a guest~ once I kiss you, you'll be completely at my mercy~ the exact time depends on your physical condition~ but before that~" The maid picked the boy up and placed him on
the bed, then climbed onto the bed herself, coldly saying as she pulled off Forty-Seven's clothes, "enough time to drain you dry~"
"You are the master's guest~ if I eat you on the second day after we met~ it will trouble the master~
so don't worry~ I will let you die peacefully..." Her quiet, indifferent words were like those of a robot.
Damn it! I have absolutely no strength!
The boy gritted his teeth and tried again and again, but he couldn't muster any strength in his limbs. He could only watch helplessly as he was stripped naked bit by bit. His last pair of underwear was removed, and a slender hand caressed his penis.
"Men are such strange creatures~ Just a little pleasure and they can ejaculate their life essence..." Quietly, expressionless, she stroked his penis, opening her small mouth to let saliva drip onto it.
Watching his penis gradually harden, the maid slightly opened her mouth and began to lick it with her small tongue. Her
tiny tongue slowly slid across the glans, her slender hand stroking his penis, her tongue licking the glans in a circle. The maid then stretched out her tongue, pressing the glans against her tongue and slowly rubbing it.
"Mmm..." Pleasure, a strange pleasure, spread throughout the boy's body.
Gradually, the boy, unable to resist, was easily overwhelmed by this pleasure, slowly enjoying it.
Even he himself didn't know why; his spirit was utterly unable to resist, the walls he had built to resist the pleasure were directly breached. Quietly, she was merely licking her own penis, yet the pleasure it brought was so intense.
The maid, expressionless, licked the penis, looking up at the boy who was already showing signs of enjoyment. Her mouth opened wide, her tongue retracted, and the penis was swallowed whole.
"Ah!..." the boy couldn't help but cry out. The incredibly intense pleasure brought him to an instant climax. The maid's mouth was incredibly tight, frantically squeezing the penis. Her pink lips seemed to possess some special magic, causing the boy's body to convulse. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the maid began to suck on the penis. The boy couldn't resist the pleasure at all, and soon he ejaculated into the maid's throat.
The intense pleasure made the boy's body tremble wildly, but he couldn't resist it at all. He didn't even know why Quiet's mouth brought such powerful pleasure.
"Ha~ Swoosh... Hmm~ The quality is very good~ The taste is even better than anything I've ever tasted..." The maid's
usually expressionless face showed a look of surprise, which quickly returned to calm.
"Look, guest~ This is all your life~" The maid opened her mouth towards the boy, her pink tongue covered with a white, viscous liquid. She closed her small mouth and swallowed the semen.
"I'm a little reluctant to squeeze you to death... but for my master~ you still have to die~ However~ I can't
swallow all the semen myself~" The maid climbed up from the boy's crotch.
She took a green, cylindrical plant from the bedside table. One end of the tube had a small opening resembling a woman's vulva. She inserted her slender fingers into it and pulled out a transparent, membranous object. Quietly, she placed the membranous object on the boy's glans. The membrane tightened as if it were alive, enveloping the glans. The other end was connected to the cylindrical plant.
"Guest, you will become a delicacy tonight~" The maid's black lace bra began to slip off, revealing two areolas the size of copper coins. Jingjing maintained her expression, kneeling on the bed, spreading the boy's legs and placing them under his armpits. His penis was right in front of her breasts. She opened her breasts, clamping his penis between them, and began to slowly rub it. Her pink lips gently sucked on the glans through the transparent membrane.
Her jade-like hands pressed and rubbed her full breasts, licking the glans, her tongue sliding upwards from under the glans.
The rubbing of her breasts quickened, and the boy couldn't help but let out a sound of pleasure. Jingjing squeezed hard, the penis trembled, and a large gushing of white semen gushed out, shooting onto the membrane. The transparent membrane exerted a suction force, drawing all the semen into the green plant.
Jingjing showed no sign of stopping, licking again until the penis became erect again, continuing to rub her breasts.
"Just ejaculate like this, guest~ It feels good, doesn't it~ Shoot your semen out like this…" Jingjing seemed to mock him, increasing the speed of her rubbing. Her breasts felt incredibly good, and the boy quickly ejaculated again.
"I… I can't take it anymore…" the boy pleaded.
"No? ~ What are you saying, sir? ~ It's still early~ You must still have a lot of semen left in your body...
" The maid tilted her head, her expressionless face fixed on the suffering boy.
A full hour passed, and the boy's efforts to endure only prolonged the time he was being played with. In the end, he still ejaculated little by little into the maid's breasts.
"Please ejaculate, sir~"
The maid squeezed out another ejaculation, looking at the shriveled scrotum and the shrunken penis. She sucked again but couldn't awaken the penis, and then quietly released the pale-skinned boy.
"The sir's semen has been squeezed dry~" Jingjing said calmly, getting out of bed and dressing. She
walked to the bedside and opened the small opening behind the green plant, pouring the thick semen into a container. After tidying up the bed, she carried the boy and his clothes out the door.
She stopped at the entrance of the bar, behind the wooden door. The surroundings were still decorated in a dark red theme. There was another room on one side of the door. The maid knocked on the door of the small room.
The door opened, and a hazy, pinkish aura of lust wafted out. Inside, countless black lumps of flesh could be vaguely seen undulating. A naked woman, clad in black stockings, smiled at the maid.
"Oh~ it's Miss Jingjing~ what's wrong?"
"This food is for you~ remember to clean it thoroughly~ if the master asks, just say you didn't see it clearly~"
Jingjing said coldly.
"Yes~ I know, Sister Jingjing~ leave it to me~" The naked woman happily took the still-panting
boy.
"Hmm~ why didn't Sister Jingjing infuse it with her own lustful poison to digest it more thoroughly~ there's still so much left~"
The woman tilted her head.
"You don't need to know that~" Jingjing tossed the boy's clothes to her, which emitted white smoke in her hand.
"Oh~ then I won't ask any more questions~ thank you, Sister Jingjing~" The woman smiled at Jingjing, hugged the boy to
her, her full breasts clamping his head, and countless black stockings began to swell behind them, enveloping them both. A hand of the stockings reached out and closed the door.
A "clucking" sound came from the room.
2. Lie.
After thinking for a moment, the boy decided to lie.
"I used to hate, but I've almost forgotten it now," the boy said calmly.
"Hmm~ Come with me~" The maid glanced at Forty-Seven and turned to leave, the boy following behind. The two walked out of the bar and came outside. The dazzling sunlight shone down, and the boy turned to look at the huge bar.
Jingjing turned back to look at the boy and said coldly, "Let me test your strength first~ You attack first~"
Jingjing clenched her fists, squatted slightly, and assumed a defensive stance.
The boy took a deep breath, bent his body and rushed forward, throwing a punch at the maid. Jingjing narrowed her eyes, looking at the incoming fist and leaning her body. But the next moment, the boy's body suddenly accelerated, and his fist curved and hooked towards the target.
The maid did not panic at all. She squatted down to dodge the boy's fist, but the boy's other hand had already hooked up. The maid tilted her head again to dodge.
The boy threw a flurry of punches at Jingjing, but none landed. The maid, two heads taller than him, dodged all his attacks with uncanny agility.
She sidestepped his fierce straight punch, turned, grabbed his collar, and yanked him away. Just before landing, the boy somersaulted, landing on his feet, slightly out of breath.
"Offense is good, defense is lacking—a standard military boxing routine—very agile—but too slow,"
the maid said casually, lunging towards the boy. Her
previously slow, delicate fist suddenly accelerated in the boy's vision, striking him hard in the abdomen.
So fast! His body couldn't keep up!
The maid closed in and punched the same spot again, easily dodging the boy's attack. She grabbed his shoulders, kneed him, pulled him into her arms, and held him up by the back of his head. The whole sequence was fluid and seamless; before the boy could react, he was firmly held in her embrace.
"I can capture you with ease~" Quietly looked down at him and released the boy.
"I'll train your speed~ It'll be tough from here on out~ You can quit anytime if you can't hold back~"
"No... I can." The boy clutched his stomach. The maid's two blows, though not forceful, were still enough to give him a good time.
"Let's begin~" The maid got into position again, and Forty-Seven pounced.
...
At night, Forty-Seven dragged his exhausted body onto the bed.
He had been beaten all afternoon, and Quietly kept telling herself what to do as she hit him.
That maid was really good; she had beaten him so badly that he had no chance to fight back, completely dodging his attacks and attacking him with ease.
He hadn't eaten dinner and was a little hungry.
Oh well, he'd better take a nap. He was just too tired.
"Eat something~ Otherwise you won't have any energy tomorrow~" A cold voice rang in the boy's ears as he drifted off to sleep. He opened his eyes and saw Quietly holding a plate. She still had that indifferent expression. She placed the plate on the bedside and turned to leave.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Forty-Seven struggled to sit up, hastily ate the things on the bedside table, and quickly fell asleep.
He slept soundly all night, feeling something crawl into the covers in the middle of the night, but Forty-Seven was too tired to get up.
In the morning, the maid came in and woke Forty-Seven. She glanced at the boy's bed, gave him a strange look, shook her head slightly, and left.
"Hmm..." The boy rubbed his eyes. The fatigue in other parts of his body had vanished after a good night's sleep, but his chest...
Forty-Seven's expression changed. He stared wide-eyed at the area in his stomach that was twice its normal size. He quickly pulled back the covers, but froze. His chest had been occupied by a little girl. She was wearing a pink chiffon nightgown, which barely covered anything. Her short, fluffy cherry-colored hair had a pair of cat ears sticking down, and her slender legs were covered with white pantyhose. The little girl was sprawled on top of the boy in a very indecent manner.
"..." Forty-Seven calmed down, expressionlessly grabbing the pink-haired loli's shoulders and shaking her.
"Meow...meow's asleep~" The loli's voice was soft and weak, her limbs suddenly wrapping around the boy's body, her little head rubbing against his chest.
Forty-Seven calmly picked up the pistol he had taken off while sleeping from the bedside, first removing the magazine to check if there were any bullets, then "click" shutting it, the loli's cat ears twitching.
Another "click" as he chambered a bullet, just as the boy was about to point the gun at her forehead, the little one quickly released the boy, letting go of his upper body, stretching out her arms and yawning.
"Ah...meow's sleeping so well~ Huh~ why is Holy Son pointing a gun at meow?" The little girl
tilted her head in confusion.
"Meow meow is so cute~ Holy Son actually had the heart to kill meow...meow is so sad..." She suddenly covered her face, revealing two beautiful pink eyes looking at Forty-Seven with tears welling up.
"Hey... when did you get into my bed?" The boy sighed, putting down his pistol and asking.
"Hmph~ Meow's been bored lately~ wandering around here~ suddenly I smelled your scent in
the middle ~ Meow was so happy to come over and give you a surprise~ but instead of being happy, Holy Son brother pointed a gun at
me... Waaah~ Meow's so sad..." The little girl covered her face with her hands and pretended to cry. Forty-Seven's eyes twitched, his heart filled with helplessness. He realized that he was completely helpless against her. She had been kind to him, so he couldn't do anything to her. Even if he tried to get rid of her, she would stick back like a leech.
It was like they were destined to be enemies. She was like a clown, making him noisy and often embarrassing him, while she looked at him innocently with a smile. She completely disrupted his rhythm.
"Ah..." Forty-Seven groaned and covered his forehead.
"What's wrong? Meow... Is it because your long-suppressed sexual desire has made you go crazy and you can't help but attack me?! ~ Then come on! ~" The little girl resolutely opened her arms to Forty-Seven and closed her eyes.
Her eyes and face wore an expression of selflessness, but a hint of expectation lingered in her gaze as she stole glances at the boy.
"It's nothing, I just regret not shooting you dead just now," Forty-Seven said coldly.
"Hehe~ Don't regret it~ Holy Son brother definitely wouldn't have the heart to do it, right…" The little girl happily snuggled against the boy, rubbing her pink face against his.
Without a word, the boy grabbed her under the armpits, lifted her up, and put her aside. He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and wiggled his body, making a "crunch crunch" sound. He headed towards the bathroom.
After washing up, the boy ignored the little girl posing cutely on the bed, folded the blankets, opened the door, and went out.
"Hey~ wait a minute~" came the little girl's call from behind. The next moment, she appeared beside Forty-Seven,
walking alongside him.
"Why did Holy Son brother go straight back to the city after leaving the Holy City? ~ I couldn't find you~"
the little girl asked playfully as she walked beside him.
"I learned some things in the Holy City. I wanted to go back and ask the instructor, but someone has already answered my questions."
"What is it?"
"The future of cyborgs."
"Hmm? So you don't know where you're going in the future?" The little girl suddenly jumped in front of Forty-Seven and looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"Come with meow! Meow will take care of you!" The little girl patted her flat chest.
"..." Forty-Seven deliberately glanced at her chest, then laughed and walked past her.
"Hey hey hey! Meow's not happy! What was that expression just now?!" The little girl angrily
followed the boy, and the two of them bickered until they arrived at the living room. Pushing open the door, the two inside immediately turned their gazes over.
"Hmm? Ke'er looked at the little girl next to her with interest.
Li'er looked at the little girl who was grabbing Forty-Seven's arm with some confusion, while the little girl made a face at Li'er.
"Interesting little one~ A mutant?~ Unfazed by the class difference between infected and veterans~ Shows no
respect for us whatsoever~" Ke'er rested her chin on her hand, looking down at the little girl.
"She is... Oh right, I don't think I know your name yet." Forty-Seven was about to introduce her when she suddenly realized she'd never heard her name before.
Turning her head, she saw the little girl pouting, seemingly annoyed. "My name is Liu Ying~ Remember that~ Honestly~ You don't even know a cat's name~"
"Then do you know my number?" Forty-Seven countered.
"..." The two stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"Hehe~ How interesting~ Little one~ When did you arrive?" Ke'er covered her mouth and chuckled.
"I arrived last night~ I saw you all eating and sleeping, so I didn't disturb you~ I followed the scent and found Brother Saint... Brother Saint, what's your name?"
"Call me Forty-Seven, Forty-Seven, or Dagger, anything is fine."
"Oh~"
Forty-Seven and Liu Ying sat down. Not long after, the maid and bunny girl opened the door and brought breakfast to everyone. Quietly, she glanced at the little girl who was rubbing against Forty-Seven and silently took out an extra set of chopsticks and handed it to her.
Everyone ate breakfast and chatted. After breakfast, Forty-Seven and Quietly carried their food and walked outside.
"Little brother Forty-Seven~ wait a minute~" Just as Forty-Seven was about to push open the door, a voice that made one's skin crawl came from behind.
"Wh-what's wrong?" Forty-Seven turned around and looked at Ke'er with a forced smile.
"Since you've made up your mind to train~ then I recommend that you also go to Ling-san's place to learn some things~ I'll get jealous if you keep pestering Sister Jing~" Ke'er winked at the boy and covered her mouth with
a smile.
Forty-Seven nodded with a slight twitch of her lips, then turned and left with quiet steps.
A moment later, she returned and found the bunny girl sitting in her seat, smiling faintly.
"Okay~ Come with me~" Rin-san smiled and nodded, glancing at the boy with narrowed eyes before getting up and leaving.
"Wait, meow~" Liu Ying followed behind Forty-Seven.
Rin-san led the two out of the bar to the side of the road, chasing away a group of little bunny girls with fox tails who were playing nearby. Rin-san then turned to look at Forty-Seven.
"Little guy~ Come punch your big sister~" The mature woman beckoned to Forty-Seven with her finger. Without a word, the boy stepped forward, crouching down to prepare a powerful punch.
Rin-san smiled slightly and took a step back. The fist, carrying immense force, was silently caught by a delicate hand, as if the boy hadn't exerted any force at all.
"How could this be?" Forty-Seven exclaimed in surprise.
"Hmph~ Of course I can~ It's just a technique for deflecting force~ Look~" The mature woman in the bunny girl
outfit moved one of her legs away, and the cracked cement road had crumbled into small pebbles.
"Amazing..." the boy murmured. He had never seen such a technique before, a technique that only appeared in movies and TV shows.
Ling Sang took another step, struck a strange pose, and waved at the boy.
"Come and try attacking me~"
Forty-Seven nodded and threw a punch. Just as it was about to hit his face, her jade hand caught the boy's fist again, gently pulling him back. Forty-Seven was pulled directly back, his body falling into the bunny girl's ample arms.
"Hehehe~ It's too early now~ You can come to see your older sister tonight... Your older sister will satisfy you~" Ling Sang
smiled hugged the boy, shaking her chest.
"Ahhh... No!~ Forty-Seven, you actually cheated on me with other infected people!~ Absolutely not~"
Liu Ying rushed up from behind, jumping and shouting, jumping around angrily.
Realizing what was happening, Forty-Seven quickly broke free from the soft, sweet embrace.
"Please be serious..." he stammered, his face slightly flushed, protesting the mature woman's actions.
"Hehe~ So cute~ Ahh~ Little brother Forty-Seven is so cute... I really want to pin you down and bully you
~" Ling Sang teased the boy.
After a while, the two continued training, while Liu Ying was sent by Forty-Seven to play with the group of bunny girl lolis.
The afternoon training passed, and Forty-Seven wasn't too tired. Ling Sang's training was much gentler than Jing Jing's; at least he wasn't being beaten the whole time.
Everyone gathered together for dinner. After Forty-Seven finished carrying the dishes, he walked out of his room and found a little girl holding a teddy bear standing at the door.
"Li'er? Is there something you need?"
"Big brother, come to Li'er's room~ I can teach you some knowledge~" The little girl gave Forty-Seven a sweet smile.
"Okay." Forty-Seven nodded, and Li'er walked beside him. The two of them arrived at the girl's door without saying a word.
Pushing open the wooden door, Li'er's room was almost identical to the one in the Holy City.
Li'er tugged at his sleeve, making him sit on the bed, while she went to the bookshelf, took a few books, and sat down beside the boy, turning the pages.
"Where did we leave off last time?... " After searching for a while, Li'er decided to start teaching from elsewhere.
The little girl's soft body leaned against Forty-Seven, and Forty-Seven didn't object; the two snuggled together like that.
The boy listened attentively to Li'er's words, while the little girl seemed to enjoy educating others as well. Forty-Seven inhaled Li'er's faint fragrance, feeling the soft body in his arms as he quietly listened to her explanation.
After some time, Li'er yawned and rubbed her bright, watery eyes.
Forty-Seven realized it was late and stood up, saying, "It's getting late, let's call it a day."
"Mmm~" Li'er nodded.
Just as Forty-Seven was about to leave, a small hand grabbed his clothes from behind.
"Hey~ Big brother, sleep with Li'er~ It's so late anyway~ Why not
sleep ..." The little girl's face showed a hopeful smile.
Her smile had a strange charm, making it hard for Forty-Seven to refuse.
Just as he was about to nod in agreement,
"No!~ No!~ No!... Forty-Seven's been messing around with other lolis behind my back again~" The door
suddenly opened, and a pink figure rushed into the boy's arms.
"Liu Ying?" The boy looked at the catgirl rubbing against him with some confusion.
"No way! ~ Forty-Seven, go to sleep with the cat~" The little girl turned her head to the side, sulking, and clung tightly to the boy.
"Okay, okay..." Forty-Seven nodded helplessly, glanced back at Li'er sitting silently on the bed, and scratched the back of his head apologetically.
"It's okay~ Big brother, you can go to sleep with her~" Li'er smiled slightly to show her understanding.
Watching Forty-Seven finally pull the cat-eared loli off him and walk towards the door, the smile on Li'er's face gradually disappeared.
The cat girl even turned back and stuck out her tongue at her in a show of defiance.
The wooden door closed, and the little girl sitting alone on the bed suddenly started humming a strange song.
She looked down at the pages of the book lying on her lap, humming the song. The bizarre melody had a strange feeling, like being in a nightmare filled with all sorts of strange creatures.
Li'er turned the last page of the book expressionlessly, and the song stopped abruptly, a cute smile appearing on her face.
"What a pity, big brother~ Looks like you've dodged another bullet... But don't let Li'er catch you alone~"
The candlelight on the wall suddenly went out, and the room returned to silence.
The gods of the dream world returned to their territory.
...
"Hehe~ This means that Meow wants to sleep with Siqi..." The little girl sat on the bed in a duck-like position, wiping her drool, her eyes flashing with a lewd light.
Looking at Siqi's muscular body revealed after taking off his shirt, she exclaimed "Oh!..." and then wiped her drool again.
"Hmm?" Siqi turned around and glanced at Liu Ying, who was acting cute and being silly, and then turned around and started exercising. Liu Ying pouted unhappily, looking at the boy doing push-ups upside down.
Half an hour later, the boy finally twisted his neck, went into the bathroom, and came out wearing a white nightgown.
"Ugh~ He's wearing a nightgown!... Cult!~ It's a cult!..." Liu Ying pointed at the boy and shouted.
Siqi didn't care about her at all. He sat on the bed and looked back. The little cat girl who was just sitting on the bed pointing at herself is now burrowed under the covers, her upper body sticking out, a corner of the blanket pulled back, a lovesick smile on her lips, and drool dripping down her face.
"Come into my bowl!..." she said excitedly in a sweet voice, patting the part of the blanket that had been pulled back.
"..." Forty-Seven sighed, then got up from the bed and went into the next room to get a set of rope.
"Sigh~ Forty-Seven, do you like this? ~Okay...but meow wants~ mmm!~ mmm..." The little girl was
closing her eyes and fantasizing about what she thought was a wonderful scene when a wad of cotton cloth was stuffed into her mouth.
When she opened her eyes, Forty-Seven was already doing the final knotting work. The boy's silvery eyes disappeared, he wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, looked at Liu Ying who was tied up like a dumpling and nodded with satisfaction, sat back on the bed, yawned, thought for a moment and then covered the wriggling caterpillar next to him with the blanket, then extinguished the candlestick by the bed and crawled under the covers himself.
"Mmm..."
The cat-like girl wriggled...
"That's so mean! ~ Forty-seven, that's so mean~" Liu Ying angrily punched the boy walking in front with her pink fist.
"Hmm? What's wrong?" Forty-seven yawned and asked indifferently.
"You only said what's wrong~ Forty-seven, what you did was so mean~ The rope is tied too tightly~ You've even
tied a mark on my cat's hand~"
"Where?" Forty-seven turned to look at Liu Ying, and the little girl showed him her arm. A red mark on her pink arm was disappearing at a visible speed, and finally left no trace.
"Seems like it's nothing serious." Forty-seven shrugged and turned to continue walking.
"Ahhh!~ No~ No!..." The cat-like girl jumped at Forty-seven relentlessly.
"Bang!" The wooden door of the hall was kicked open, and two pairs of eyes instantly focused on the figure at the door.
"Let go..."
"No!~ No!~"
The pink little girl was behind the boy, her legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands covering his eyes.
"Why are you so annoying?" the boy roared.
"It was Siqi's fault first!" the little girl pouted, angrily covering his eyes.
The two sitting at the table just watched the two little ones clowning around the door.
Ten minutes later...
"Hey~ what's Siqi doing today~" Liu Ying rubbed her spoon against the boy.
"Exercising."
"Ah~ Siqi is so boring~ all you do every day is exercise~"
"Because I'm still too weak." The boy took a sip of porridge and said lightly.
"Oh~" the little girl replied sullenly.
After the meal, Siqi and Jingjing left the room with their bowls, and Liu Ying skipped after them.
Behind the table, a pair of dark eyes watched the two leave, lost in thought.
Infected Person Compendium 3
Believer
Stage 1 Infected Person
Basic Infected Person of the Holy City. Accepting the teachings of God, donning white robes, and singing sacred songs.
The most basic infected person produced in the Holy City, the most common infected person in the Holy City. They always smile and chant hymns while embracing and violating ordinary humans, sending their souls into the embrace of God after obtaining permission.
These beings, clad in loose white robes mostly designed for mature bodies, often cause the younger ones to trip and fall.
They handle most of the hard labor in the Holy City, only allowing the mature ones a chance to play with the younger ones.
While
they chant hymns during intercourse and feeding, they are still only at the first stage of infection; once they experience some pleasure, they become excessively excited, often accidentally killing their prey.
The lewd, venomous
hymns
are an essential ability for the Holy City's infected. They learn a strange script, and the hymns they sing through their sweet voices are incredibly beautiful and possess a peculiar power.
Solo Hymns, Multi-person Hymns, and the Holy City's most powerful Grand Hymn.
The Joy Amplification Song
is a hymn they sing in conjunction with their sexual intercourse, increasing the pleasure experienced by their prey.
Nun
Stage Two Infected are
infected individuals mutated from believers, leading small teams of several believers. They typically wear black nun's habit with a cross pendant on their chest. They
possess high strength and speed, making them excellent warriors and executors. They call themselves God's shepherds and are absolutely obedient to the Pope. The higher
the level of a Holy City
Infected , the more likely they are to become the lead singer in the hymn's chorus. The High-pitched Nun, used in combat, raises the key of the hymn during battle, singing an inspiring melody to encourage believers to improve their cooperation and combat effectiveness. The Joy Amplification Song Priest Stage Two Infected are also infected individuals mutated from believers. They are characterized by an exquisite white robe, a golden cross, and a wooden cane. Compared to nuns, priests are extremely rare; although they are only Stage Two Infected, they possess powers equal to those of nuns. These timid and cowardly girls would hide in the center of the group at the slightest disturbance. Possessing strange powers, they were often the enemy's prime targets. Their basic sexual techniques included "Lewd Venom" (with juvenile enhancement) and " Holy Light Magic," which emitted a pure white aura when cast, hence the name "Holy Light Magic." Primarily healing and support magic, the large volumes of holy books only allowed them to memorize a few low-cost spells. Their " Bass Healing" technique allowed priests to lead the chanting of gentle tones; the low notes stimulated the virus, increasing the healing speed of infected individuals. Their "Pleasure Resonance" technique involved a third-stage infected nun , a leader-level infected mutated from nuns, often adorned with white pendants on their black clothing. They typically led five to ten nuns, always charging ahead in battle, frequently being targeted but often winning due to their toughness and ability to draw fire. The nuns are almost entirely composed of mature individuals; juvenile nuns are rare. Any exceptions are typically effeminate women with two lumps of fat. The intermediate-level sexual technique, "Lewd Venom Hymn , " allows the elder nun to shorten lyrics, leading the hymn to a rapid climax. Infected individuals from the Holy City system exposed to the song experience a temporary, exponential increase in combat power. The elder nun's genitals can resonate with pleasure for both partners, providing double the terrifying pleasure during intercourse. Often, the prey succumbs first, while the elder nun excitedly assaults them. The High Priest, a fourth-stage infected , is a powerful support character from the Holy City system, one stage above the priest. They possess healing magic that emits a holy light when cast, as well as blinding magic capable of blinding even dogs. Don't be deceived by their delicate appearance and sweet voices. Their close-range abilities are comparable to nuns, and their supportive holy light magic is exceptionally skillful. Their attire is a modified priest's style, adorned with more gold cross decorations and a white hat with a cross. Intermediate-level Sexual Techniques : ** Debauchery Hymn:** The High Priest can lead the hymn in a lower key, causing Holy City-type infected to recover from injuries rapidly, while their aura is concealed within the hymn. ** Magic Mastery: ** Masters powerful Holy Light magic, capable of healing injuries, binding opponents, and causing temporary blindness, but lacks magic that can directly harm. ** Sacrifice : ** Sets up a magic circle, and after a sacred ritual, offers the soul of the prey to God on the bed, whereupon the God will make the prey incredibly sweet. This ritual is only performed by nuns and above. ** Joyful Resonance:** **Silk Beauty:** A fourth-stage infected , very similar to the High Priest, said to be another mutated branch of the Priest, or some say an infected who advanced from a High Nun. Possesses extremely strong melee abilities and a small amount of Holy Light magic support. Wears a black robe and white ornaments, the complete opposite of the High Priest. The strongest warrior below the Holy City veterans, jointly commanding the High Nuns and their subordinates in a battle brigade. Intermediate Sexual Techniques? Advanced Sexual Techniques: **Lewd Venom Hymn: ** Hymn Backing Singer, Divine Lullaby . The Archbishop can accelerate the hymn, shortening the time it takes for enemies to faint due to its radiation. **Magic Mastery: ** Holy Light Magic, Sacrifice, Joyful Resonance . **Saintess: ** Infected at any stage (these infected cannot mutate into other forms; from Tier 1 to Advanced, they remain in this form). Extremely rare Holy City-type infected, mutated by a virus containing special genes given by the gods. They possess angelic voices, capable of singing incredibly sacred songs. However, they are extremely weak, and along with some special infected, are known as the "Four Weak." **A pure white little girl in a long robe.** Unable to produce lewd venom, they need help even to eat, and their strength is only slightly greater than average. ** Elementary Sexual Techniques :** Heavenly Voice. Their voices are like the most beautiful sounds from heaven; their voices can infect people's emotions, conveying their feelings to others. **Hymn Singer: ** The lead singer of the hymn, guiding the beginning of the song, plays a crucial role in the grand hymn. Great Hymn: Heaven! This chant unleashes a massive, wide-area hymn, centered on the Saintess, with all Holy City-type infected on the field singing it. Everyone within the hymn's range is affected to varying degrees. The Saintess adjusts her posture and sings the sacred Song of Heaven. Heaven affects the enemies' minds, slowing their reaction time. Staying in Heaven for a certain period causes hallucinations of Heaven in their minds, ultimately leading to unconsciousness or even death. The Great Hymn cannot be changed. Great Hymn: Holy War! This chant unleashes a massive, wide-area hymn, centered on the Saintess, with all Holy City-type infected on the field singing it. Everyone within the hymn's range is affected to varying degrees.

Once the Holy War chant begins, its stirring melody will drive all Holy City-affiliated infected into a frenzied state, significantly increasing their combat power and even making some of them fearless. Others who hear the chant will also be affected by the Holy War, becoming more fervent. However, listening to it for too long can easily lower one's intelligence; the happiest person when this grand chant is chosen is undoubtedly the High Priestess.
Grand Chant: Divine Gift!
This chant triggers a massively multi-directional chant, centered on the High Priestess, with all Holy City-affiliated infected on the field singing the grand chant. Everyone within the chant's range is affected to varying degrees. Divine
Gift is typically used during the mid-battle phase or when the team is at a disadvantage. The High Priestess chants Divine Gift in a low, slow tone, causing everyone to become drowsy (in some ways, even more terrifying than the power of Heaven). Combined with the chant spells cast by the priests, high priests, and archbishops, the virus activity is greatly increased, and friendly units gain a significantly faster recovery rate. However, the combat power of infected individuals who hear this great hymn will be halved... (Every night during worship, once the divine gift is played, at least 90% of the chapel falls asleep. Basically, only the singing saintess, the priest singing softly to the rhythm, and the priests listening with great interest remain.)
The lullaby
is sung by the saintess, hypnotizing a small group of people. Infected individuals at any stage of
the Virgin Mary form a chanting group with the saintess. Their beautiful voices are considerably less than the saintess's, but they possess a seductive tone. On the surface, they are backup singers beside the saintess, but their true task is to conceive and elevate the Holy Child. They purify the Holy Child's impurities, leading them to wholeheartedly pray to God and willingly dedicate themselves to the Church. Their combat power is as weak as the saintess's, but as backup singers, they receive far less hostility than the saintess. The intermediate-level sexual technique, "Depraved Venom," while not as pure and ethereal as the saintess's beautiful voice, has an unexpectedly good aphrodisiac effect due to its alluring tone. The backup singers beside the saintess. The milk secreted by Our Lady of the Holy Mother is believed to purify the Child, gradually making him forget his past and become a member of the Church, offering his body to it. The Child's body is a reward for devout believers, allowing them to quickly become corrupted and savor the Child's deliciousness. After feeding the drained Child with the Holy Milk, the mother mixes the virus with her body to form a uterus, where the drained Child is reborn. The milk causes the Child to lose his memory, remembering only his mother. The Aura of Our Lady is believed to possess a unique aura; those conceived or who smell a strong aura of the Virgin Mary will instinctively identify her as their mother and be unable to resist her will. The third stage of the fanatic infected are patrolling (playing) soldiers within the Holy City. They are obedient, cute, and act adorably (from the infected's perspective). Whether intentionally or not, they wear the same knee-length white robes as the believers, with extra sleeves, and a white hat taller than the priests. They often patrol (play) with ordinary believers, a tactic that has led many astray. Although they are usually quite cute, they become like mad dogs chasing after enemies. Their magical white robes possess incredibly strong defensive capabilities, and their warm embraces will make anyone regret ever meeting them. Never, ever insult the Pope or any deity in front of them; they will abandon their current targets and hunt you down like madmen. If caught, you will be tortured to death on the spot. Even if they don't catch you, your image will spread throughout the entire holy city overnight, and all the fanatics will hate you to the core. To date, there has never been a case of someone insulting the Pope and leaving the holy city alive. Their intermediate-level sexual techniques include: **Lustful Venom (Bonus for White Silk Infected Individuals) **, **Hymn of Pounce **, and **Pounce**. Fanatics will quickly rush towards their prey and pounce on them. Strangely, they seem to enjoy leaping onto the target, and even more strangely, their accuracy is exceptionally high. ** Soft Embrace**. Those embraced by a fanatic will instantly lose all strength and collapse to the ground. At this time, the fanatic's clothes will slowly glue together; if the clothes become tangled, the prey in their arms will be slowly aroused. Sometimes they would sneak into the woods to raid bird nests or squat in corners playing with insects. However, some fools, lacking keen observation and unwilling to activate their sensory vision, would stumble headlong into the group of bird-playing fanatics. After a moment of staring at each other... they actually started playing with birds. The Divine Garment, a peculiar garment woven from a strange plant and fabric, allows even those below stage four to extend their stockings onto the clothing for protection. The Holy City Encyclopedia is complete; its powerful combat organization is the Holy City's greatest fighting capability, enabling them to stand on the front lines. [The End]

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