Chapter 47: 19. The End of a Gigolo (Revised)

Daevon experienced hell.

Public humiliation was a punishment even harsher than execution.

"You piece of trash! How dare you rape a nun!"

"You’re the village’s shame! Spend the rest of your life atoning!"

"You animal. I never knew you were that kind of bastard."

"I knew it from the moment you started living off whores."

"Why do we have to suffer because of some gigolo bastard?"

Unable even to die, he had to endure every kind of humiliation for as long as he lived.

And all because of a crime he had not committed.

"No. That’s not true! I didn’t rape her!"

Daevon felt wronged.

He had not raped Kate, yet everyone believed that he had.

Of course, he had taken advantage of her weakened state of mind, but it had clearly been consensual sex.

It had absolutely not been rape.

"I said I didn’t rape her! Why won’t anyone believe me?! She wanted it too!"

He shouted, his voice full of indignation.

But now, he would no longer even be able to make his case.

"Is this bastard insane? He won’t admit his crime?"

"This won’t do. Pull out his tongue before the nuns hear him."

"While you’re at it, pull out his teeth too."

"Oh, that’s a good idea. They should fetch a decent price."

Once the religious trial had been decided, Daevon’s innocence no longer mattered.

Things might have been different if Daevon had lived an upright life, but there was no one in the village willing to take risks to overturn a verdict that had already been passed for his sake.

"N-no!"

And so Daevon had his tongue cut out and his teeth pulled.

Now, his claims were nothing more than cries that would never be heard.

"I brought the hammer."

"Good. Let’s get this over with quickly."

"Aahh-aaagh!"

"This bastard’s loud. Hold him down so he can’t resist!"

Crunch!

Then, before everyone’s eyes, he was castrated.

"Guaaaargh—!!!"

With that, the life of the gigolo who had lived freely off whores with his sweet tongue and what hung between his legs came to an end.

Naturally, no one pitied him.

Instead, they insulted and tormented him throughout the Ceremony of Light.

Whether he felt guilt or repented was no longer important.

What mattered to them was that they could now torment a person legally.

"Sister Cassandra, I’ve come to take custody of the prisoner."

"Reina? What do you mean, take custody of the prisoner?"

"I was told the punishment has been carried out, so the church will take the prisoner into custody."

"Hmm, understood. The prisoner is not under the jurisdiction of us Inquisitors anyway."

Having determined that the punishment had concluded, the Inquisitor handed Daevon over to Reina.

Thinking he could finally escape the beatings and humiliation that had plagued him, Daevon shed tears.

"Follow me nicely now~"

But Reina had not extended a hand of salvation to him.

"Mmph?"

"You look like you’re wondering where we’re going."

If anything, she was a divine messenger dragging him down into the abyss.

"Brother, I brought the prisoner you asked for."

"You worked hard."

‘What?’

At the sound of a man’s voice that should not have been heard inside the church, a chill ran down Daevon’s spine.

Then the sight before him made his eyes fly wide open.

"Aahhh! Savior! More! Fuck me harder, pleaseee!"

Kate, the woman who had claimed he raped her, was swaying her ass at Ian, the man who had presided over the religious trial.

And she was on all fours, in a posture no different from that of a female animal.

There was nothing left of the chaste nun he had known in that sight. All he could see was an utterly lewd whore.

"What a wonderfully tight pussy."

Ian gripped Kate’s ass with one hand and tightly seized one of her breasts with the other.

Hard enough to leave the imprint of his palm.

Then he rocked his hips from side to side, stirring up her pussy with his cock.

"Nngh! Oohk♡!!!"

At that, Kate reached climax as she gushed forth like a tide.

It felt so good that hot breaths leaked from Kate’s mouth, and saliva dribbled down her tongue.

Ian smiled at Daevon, who watched the sight with a vacant expression.

"That’s quite a nice expression you’ve got there."

"Oohk!"

Ian did not stop fucking Kate even as he spoke.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"You’re curious, aren’t you? Curious why Kate is beneath me, and why she’s so happy with that ecstatic look on her face."

"Hooohk!!!"

Because of Kate’s female-animal-like cries, Ian’s words did not reach Daevon’s ears.

To begin with, he could not understand the situation at all.

Why?

And in a church, of all places?

During the Ceremony of Light, with an Inquisitor present?

"Kate, I’m going to cum inside you, so take it well."

"Yeees!"

Spurt! Splat!

Daevon could pursue his questions no further.

Ian had poured thick semen into Kate.

"Hooohk! The Savior’s semen has filled my womb♥"

Hearing her cry of ejaculation right in front of him, Daevon involuntarily imagined the inside of Kate being sullied with cloudy white fluid.

If he had not been castrated, would his cock not have swollen hard?

"Urgh!"

That thought made Daevon feel phantom pain.

And as he collapsed in despair at the renewed realization that he had been castrated, Ian spoke again.

"Kate, it’s about time you told Daevon. Tell him what happened."

"Yes..."

Answering with difficulty, Kate rose from her place and stood before Daevon.

Semen trickled down from between her thighs.

Daevon could not take his eyes off the sight of Kate.

"Daevon, I’m sorry."

Kate touched her lower belly as she apologized to him.

"I gave false testimony."

"W-whah d’you meeean?"

Kate broke into a bright smile.

It was not the expression of someone offering an apology.

Daevon stammered out a question.

"S-so, this was all yer p-plan?"

"Yeah."

She answered as though mocking Daevon.

"I couldn’t help it either. This was the only way I could end up beneath the Savior’s cock."

"You took my virginity too, didn’t you? Let’s call it even with this. I’m upset too, because I couldn’t offer my virginity to the Savior."

"And there’s something I absolutely have to say."

Kate looked at Daevon’s castrated groin as she spoke.

"Your cock was so small that I barely felt anything. The Savior said my pussy is hardly any different from a virgin’s pussy. Pfft, I guess you can’t get it up at all anymore?"

"Guaaah!"

Daevon lunged at Ian.

He looked ready to kill the man who had made him this way.

But—

"What do you think you’re doing to the Savior?!"

He was effortlessly stopped by Kate, her body wreathed in holy power.

"You’re not worthy of defying him!"

Kate vented her fury as she stomped on Daevon’s head.

"Well done, Kate."

"Ahh, Savior♥"

After praising Kate as he stroked her head, Ian looked down at Daevon pinned to the floor and spoke.

"You must be wondering why I did this to you."

"Iaaaan!"

"There’s no grand reason. I can dispose of the likes of you whenever I want."

Daevon, known as the gigolo, had never posed much of a threat, and like Torm, his influence over the village was negligible.

There had been no need to deal with Daevon so thoroughly. So why had Ian tormented him to this extent?

"Because it’s fun. That’s why I did it."

To Ian, Daevon was nothing more than a toy.

He had merely wanted to hear the screams of a man who looked down on those who labored day by day, while living off whores forever.

"How does it feel? To lose your freedom? To be so pathetic, pinned to the floor?"

Ian asked as he yanked one of Daevon’s ears hard enough to make it bleed.

"Guaaah!"

"How does it feel to end up the same way as the women you tormented and mocked because they couldn’t speak?"

"I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!"

"Pwahahaha! It’s a sight to hear you slurring your words."

As though mocking Daevon’s death threats, Ian explained while stomping on his face.

"Daevon, don’t think this is rock bottom. It hasn’t even begun yet. You’ll live as a criminal for the rest of your life. Everyone will mock you."

"Aaagh! I’ll kill you! I said I’ll kill you!"

"Pwahahaha, isn’t it fun? I’m having fun."

Ian ground Daevon’s head beneath his foot.

Slowly, so that he would understand.

‘I’ll kill you. I’ll definitely kill you. I’ll defile your wife, and I’ll defile all your women!’

Yet Daevon cursed Ian again and again in his heart.

He swore that he would ruin Ian’s life completely, just as his own had been ruined.

.

.

.

"Fifty gold coins! Any higher bids?"

"One hundred gold coins!"

"One hundred gold coins! Any higher bids?"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Sold for one hundred gold coins: Daevon, who raped a nun—"

But his vow crumbled the very next day.

In the end, Daevon was sold as a slave. For the rest of his life, he would be tortured in all manner of places, as a means for nobles to display their piety.

And that was something Ian found immensely enjoyable.

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