Dark Quest 1-2

I. One

night, a fierce storm raged, a typhoon sweeping through Japan, including
Tokyo . The tightly closed windows of the apartment rattled loudly in the wind, the rain pounding against the glass
with a dense, loud thud. Clearly, nothing could be done outdoors in this weather, so Matsuda Ruka
wasn't filming at the studio that day. She could only curl up in bed, wrapped in her blanket, listlessly watching TV,
though she couldn't concentrate on anything.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh..." Suddenly, her phone rang.

She picked it up and saw it was the agency manager. She quickly answered, "Hi, this is Matsuda Ruka.
What can I do for you, President?"

"Um, Ruka-chan, how's filming that other movie going? Is it going smoothly?"
The manager's , along with the faint sounds of flesh colliding and a woman's moans.

Matsuda Ruka suppressed her displeasure and replied, "It went smoothly, President. Um, President, is there anything else
you need me for?"

"Oh, yes, um, do you know that new cult that's been circulating in the industry lately? The one called
Primitive Louis." The president's voice on the other end of the line was deliberately feigned, his tone
of nonchalance making Matsuda Ruka feel nauseous. But she could only comply, because he was
a president from a passionate background, and a small-time actress like herself could only be at the mercy of such a person.

"Hi, I've heard of that name. It seems they're recruiting new members, all young actresses. I don't know
anything else . What's wrong, President?" Matsuda Ruka had a bad feeling. Could it be...? "

The leader of the Primitive Louis Cult contacted me, saying they want you to join the cult."

Sure enough, her bad feeling came true. "Um, is it true, President? This kind of cult
doesn't anything..."

"You have no choice in this matter. You have to agree. Ruka-chan, I didn't want to either. You
're my favorite employee! But I have no choice. The cult has invested in the Burning Entertainment Group and has become its
main controlling shareholder. Subsidiary agencies like ours have no right to resist. If you don't agree, you won't be able to stay in the entertainment industry
. And you know these kinds of cults have shady methods. Your family might also..." The president
's voice was full of frustration, as if his treasure had been stolen.

"I understand, President, I agree. Just let me have some peace and quiet." Matsuda Ruka could only
agree . This society was full of all sorts of darkness, and someone as insignificant as her couldn't fight against them
. She just wanted to hang up the phone and have some peace and quiet.

"Wait, Ruka-chan, the cult has already sent the invitation and cult uniforms to you.
Around , put on the clothes they gave you, take the invitation, and wait for them to pick you up by the roadside."

"President! There's a typhoon outside! How can I go out in this weather at midnight!" Matsuda Ruka
glanced out the window; the wind and rain were still raging.

"Don't worry about that. They'll handle it. Just do as they ask. Remember,
don't do anything reckless, or you'll risk your life!" With that, the president hurriedly hung up the phone.

Matsuda Ruka put down her phone, a sense of resentment welling up inside her. Had it really come to this? The unspoken
rules of the entertainment industry, the pillow business—it had finally come to her. All her hard work, from Okinawa to Tokyo, had led to this
day . This cult, judging by its very name, was clearly not a respectable organization. Going there would be like walking into the lion's den; not going
might endanger herself and her family. She, a nobody, was no match for them.

She suddenly felt like crying, yet didn't want to; only bitter despair filled her heart.

"Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang.

Had they arrived? Had this cult delivered the goods so quickly? That meant she hadn't had a chance
to refuse ; they had already started their operation when they contacted the president. She slowly walked to the door, about to 　　open it , when
she saw an envelope slipped into the mail compartment under the door.

"Hmm? An envelope. Wasn't the invitation and clothing supposed to be delivered together?" She picked up the envelope and
carefully opened it.

"This is…" Liu Hua Jiang: 　　I can't explain what I've experienced in the Primitive Louis cult these past six months. I 've seen many familiar people here—men, women, indescribable madness, fanatical cultists, irrational people. They have no reason, and they have no clarity! I'm trapped here too; I'm almost going crazy, but…! I received a grimoire from the Great Old Ones. It guided me to escape and gave me a clear mind. I saw it before adding your name to the cult's development list. This is a prophecy from the great Great Old Ones; you are the liberator who will end all of this! 　　Remember! Don't call the police! The police don't have any cult infiltrators; they would disrupt the prophecy's progress. I left many gifts and messages from the Great Old Ones inside and outside the cult's mansion. If you follow these actions, you will definitely be able to crush this cult. I await your salvation. Nanri Miki: 　　"Nanri-senpai was also dragged into this cult! What are the Great Old Ones? Am I the salvation?" Matsuda Ruka was both surprised and frightened after reading it. "I didn't tell Nanri-senpai my address, and there's no one outside the door. How did this letter get here…?" 　　The letter suddenly burst into flames, startling her so much that she quickly threw it away and fell to the ground. Before the letter reached the ground , it had been completely burned by eerie purple flames, turning into purple light and disappearing. 　　"What on earth is going on..." 　　"Ding-dong!" The doorbell rang again, and with its sound, even the wind and rain outside seemed to subside . 　　"Hi! Who is it?" Matsuda Ruka asked cautiously. 　　"The cult. The things are outside. Please wait for the cult's vehicle at 11:30 tonight." The reply from outside was quick and muffled, followed by silence. She didn't dare open the door, remaining rooted to the spot for a long time. After a long while, Matsuda Ruka confirmed that there was no more sound outside, and that the person outside must have left, before 　　she finally opened the door.

She opened the door with a sigh. Sure enough, there was a black package at the entrance. On the package was a
black, .

Matsuda Ruka put down her phone; a quick online search revealed that the emblem belonged to Shub Nicholas, the Outer Goddess,
the Black Goat of the Forest who gave birth to countless offspring. After learning more about these things, she was even more
certain that this was a lewd cult using the Cthulhu Mythos as a front.

She opened the package. Inside were a black nun's habit covered in black tentacle patterns, a
black mask with red markings that only revealed the eyes and nostrils, and a pair of black high heels. There was also a red invitation and
a piece of paper with dress requirements.

The invitation only contained her name; the rest was all characters she didn't recognize.

Dress requirements: No underwear, naked. Only the provided nun's habit and high heels.
You must wear the mask before leaving! Otherwise, the cult will punish you!

At 11:00 AM sharp, Matsuda Ruka had already dressed in the cult's uniform and put on the mask according to the dress requirements.
Beneath were her eyes, filled with unease and tension; beneath the unknown material of her nun's habit lay a naked body.

She stood up, sat down, paced around the room, repeating this restless motion countless times.
She dared not sit, afraid the unknown material of the garment would touch her naked lower body; she dared not
stand for long, for that too would come into contact with her own skin; and she dared not remove the garment. In this
state of anxiety and uncertainty, she watched the clock on the wall slowly move towards 11:30.

The wind and rain outside seemed to vanish in an instant; the howling wind and the dense rain
ceased . In a daze, Matsuda Ruka seemed to see the patterns on the garment slowly flowing, little by little,
like black tentacles, gradually enveloping her and the garment.

Suddenly, she snapped back to reality; it seemed like an illusion. The patterns remained unchanged
, the nun's habit was the same. She was afraid.

Seeing that it was almost time, she went outside and walked to the roadside. The street outside the
apartment was deserted; even the security guards were nowhere to be seen. It was as if everything
was prepared for Matsuda Ruka's departure. She glanced back at the apartment. Did this cult really have such power? She
wondered how long it would be before she could return.

The air was thick with the moisture after the rain, making the late summer air much cooler.
Matsuda Ruka, wearing only a nun's habit, felt a little cold. She didn't dare to wrap herself up too tightly, and walked slowly and carefully, afraid that
the high slit of her habit would expose her. Her black stilettos made her feel very awkward, and the short
five-minute walk to the street took her almost ten minutes.

There wasn't a single car on the road, and the streets were wet. It was unbelievable that Tokyo was so quiet at night, a
metropolis of tens of millions of people. At exactly 11:30, a bus suddenly appeared in the distance
and slowly drove towards her.

On the bus, Matsuda Ruka sat in the back corner, observing
the few scattered people sitting in front. The dim light on the bus only allowed her to vaguely make out three women and two men sitting close together. The women all wore
the same black mask as her, though their clothing differed. One woman wore a black, high-cut
leotard- garment, but her hands were bound in a W-shape to her chest, and two vibrating
objects could be seen inserted into her vagina and anus. She wore high-heeled boots,
yet showed no signs of distress and could chat normally with others. Another woman was also dressed in a nun's habit,
but without patterns, and held a book whose contents were unclear. The third woman
was dressed exactly like Matsuda Ruka. There were two men, one in a black robe and the other in a black coat and trousers.

The three women and two men were whispering amongst themselves, but Matsuda Ruka, standing far away, couldn't
hear . The car windows were fogged up, obscuring the view outside. Matsuda Ruka could only curl up alone in a corner,
muffled words drifting in from the dim light inside the car. Slowly, sleep began to creep in, and
she drifted off to sleep, not knowing when.

II. A State of Confusion and Awakening

Takeda Reina got off the bus and drank the holy water given to her by the cult guards by the door. Her mind began to drift into
a state of confusion; her eyes lost their luster, yet her whole body was filled with an indescribable pleasure, as if
all the troubles of the world had vanished in that moment. She put on a black mask and walked into the manor.

She was already a senior member of the cult. Since joining,
the entertainment reporters who constantly exposed her as a predatory woman had disappeared, and resources were constantly being given to her, one TV series after another.
However, her memories of coming here every night were incomplete. Each time, after she finished the ritual and sang the hymns, she would
lose her memory and wake up the next day back in her apartment. She had no memory of what happened in between,
but she was a seasoned nightclub worker; at most,
she'd only had sex with powerful and influential people behind the scenes. Trading her body for a future was acceptable to her; the "holy water" was probably just some kind of aphrodisiac. She always considered
herself quite shrewd, and besides, this cult wasn't as high-profile as those emerging religions; at least,
her joining hadn't been exposed yet.

Passing through the parking lot, she entered the manor's back garden, where many men and women were already gathered, discussing
something. Takeda Reina completely ignored their discussion; they were talking about things unrelated to her. Holding
her book, she prepared to walk through the garden into the manor's rooms. Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out from the bushes and pulled her into
the bushes.

Matsuda Ruka quickly removed Takeda Reina's mask and covered her mouth, preventing her from crying out.

"Shh! It's me, Ruka, Reina-chan."

Takeda Reina seemed not to recognize her and struggled incessantly. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

"Did she drink the holy water? This is troublesome." Matsuda Ryuka took out a small bottle from the side, uncorked
it held it to Takeda Reina's nose, letting her inhale the gas inside.

"Uh...where am I?" Takeda Reina's empty eyes suddenly lit up. "Ryuka-chan?"

"Don't you remember? This is in the garden bushes of the Primitive Louis Order's manor.
Don't you remember your behavior in the Order before?" Matsuda Ryuka gestured for her to be quiet while...

"Uh, my head hurts a little..." Rena Takeda's brain started to ache as soon as she tried to recall. She clutched her head. "I lose
consciousness every time after the ritual and don't remember what happened..."

"It seems that a part of your memory has been blocked. What exactly does this cult do? Smell
this can recall anything." Ruka Matsuda was even more puzzled. She made Rena Takeda inhale
the gas in the small bottle again.

"Uh, I think I remember!" Suddenly, a new set of memories flooded Reina Takeda's mind—
memories she hadn't had before. "The last few times I participated, I was a novice nun, dressed like you. After drinking the holy water,
my mind went haywire, and somehow I ended up in a small room behind the curtains on the first or second floor
, having wild sex with some unfamiliar men.

The following week, a masked man, who seemed to be an officer, announced that I had become a choir nun. He took off
my robe and forced himself on me in front of everyone, then ejaculated an unimaginable amount of semen,
completely covering me. Ah… what did I do?!"

Reina Takeda knelt on the ground in agony, unable to accept her own promiscuity. Even though she was a regular at nightclubs,
she wouldn't have done something like this. The terrifying thing was, she had no memory of it at all. She had just thought she was
very shrewd and clear-headed! But this was the reality. Her breathing became rapid, and her head was covered in
sweat, looking like she was having an asthma attack.

"Calm down, this isn't your fault, Rena-chan. It's this cult! This cult is
eerie . If it were a normal religious group, they would only want our bodies, but this cult can
target our brains. They may have brainwashed us through a combination of language and drugs! We
absolutely cannot fall into their control again!" Matsuda Ruka tried to calm Takeda Rena down.

"Yes, I absolutely refuse to fall into their hands again!" Rena Takeda snapped out of her daze and grabbed Ruka
Matsuda's hand. "What do we do next, Ruka-chan? I have absolutely no idea how to get out of this place. Every time I
wake up, I'm in my own apartment bed!"

"Listen to me," Ruka Matsuda said, "before I received the invitation and clothes, I received a letter from Miki Minami-senpai. She's
also fallen into this cult. She said she's found a way to destroy it. She's
placed many tools and messages in this garden and room to help us infiltrate and dismantle this organization." Ruka Matsuda held up
a small bottle in her hand. "This is the tool she left for me. Just as she said, it can break the mind control.
Maybe contains the antidote to the drug. I think if we follow the clues she left behind, we can definitely get out safely
and destroy this cult."

"What can the two of us women do? Why don't we call the police..."

"No, we can't call the police. Nanri-senpai warned me that there might be cult members in the police force! We need to
find conclusive evidence, otherwise the undercover agents in the police will deal with us!" Matsuda Ruka resolutely refused. "
We can only trust Nanri-senpai. I have a feeling that if we fall into their hands again, we'll never
escape. Maybe we'll be sex slaves or prostitutes for life!"

"Sex slaves! Prostitutes! I don't want that! Ruka-chan, what do we do? What do we do next?"

"We can only go into the house, find clues, and use the tools. I've already quietly searched the garden, but
there are no other clues." Matsuda Ruka put on her mask, looked around to make sure there were no guards, and said, "By the way
, could you continue telling me about the day you became a choir nun? I want to have a better understanding of things."

"I only remember part of it. It seems they did a lot of processing on my brain," Rena Takeda
said, clutching her head as she desperately tried to recall the pain. "That executive ejaculated so much semen,
filling the entire baptismal pool. Then he threw me into the pool and pushed my head in too
... Ah..."

"Take it easy, it's alright," Ruka Matsuda gently stroked Rena Takeda's back, trying to help her relax
.

Rena Takeda paused for a moment before continuing her recollection: "I was in the pool of semen, holding my breath for a long time.
Finally, I couldn't hold it any longer and tried to breathe, but my nose and mouth were filled with semen. Strangely, I
didn't suffocate. I didn't suffocate in the pool full of semen, and I don't know why. A few minutes later, I was
pulled out, my body covered in flowing black characters. I couldn't understand a single word. Then I was pushed into the darkness behind
the altar . Not long after being pushed into the darkness, I passed out. When I woke up
, it was the next morning. There were no more characters on my body, and the semen was gone. I didn't remember what happened the night before, as if it had never happened.
I only remembered that I was now a hymn singer, and my clothes had changed to these patternless ones. I also had a
hymn book for singing. The book was full of these characters that I couldn't understand before but could understand now. It contained things like worshipping
Outer Gods, defeating the Great Old Ones, awakening, and consciousness."

"By the way, Nanri-senpai's letter also mentioned the Great Old Ones. She said there were prophecies about the Great Old Ones.
At first, I thought they were all illusions, but after hearing what you said, and considering that the gas in this bottle can break
the control , it seems we've really gotten involved
in a cult that claims to believe in the Outer Gods of Cthulhu and uses hallucinogenic drugs. Those semen pools and stuff you've seen are definitely hallucinations caused by the drugs. Don't worry, there will definitely be
a way!" Matsuda Ryuka sighed, she was starting to get scared too.

"Can we handle this? It doesn't seem like we can handle it." Takeda Reina still looked scared.

"We can only trust Nanri-senpai, otherwise our fate won't be good!"

"So what do we do next?"

"Anyway, let's go inside first, into the house, and find a place to hide."

"That's the only way. Each hymn sanger has her own private room, and I have one too. You
can hide in the closet first, and I'll look around the house for any information about Nanri-senpai." Takeda Reina finished speaking
and put on her mask.

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