079 THE CLERK WHO LOST CONTROL OVER HERSELF

079 THE CLERK WHO LOST CONTROL OVER HERSELF

Leo shook his head. "The questions are for the others. If they don't cooperate, they can trade places with Ma-san."

Ma-san wasn't alone in the cell. There were other captured mages here all staring at how Ma-San was being tortured by Bara.

The other prisoners, previously silent, erupted in frantic cries upon hearing Leo. They thought what happened to Ma-san doesn't concern them, but it does.

"We'll tell you everything! Please, just stop this torture!", the mages cried.

"Well, that's effective," Grangya commented, brushing past Bara as she made her way to one of the other mages.

As she did, Bara's strong arms brushed against Grangya's bare chest probably playfully or on purpose, sending an unexpected jolt through her system.

"What is this feeling?" Grangya wondered, her eyes unexpectedly widening.

A sudden heat coiled through her body, an unfamiliar excitement that quickened her pulse. Her usual detachment from emotions faltered, replaced by something unsettling.

"I don't feel emotions. What's happening to me?" Grangya's mind spun.

She had always prided herself on her cold, rational nature—void of empathy, indifferent to suffering. But now, watching Bara, a new sensation stirred.

Fascination. Lust.

Grangya kept her expression hidden as she interrogated the prisoners, carefully hiding the tumult roiling inside her.

"What is your name? Why did you come to Sodom? Did you bring an army with you?"

When she finished, Grangya turned to Leo and Bara. "I'm done with the questions. They're cooperative enough, though we can't be sure they're telling the truth," She reported.

"We have more questions", Leo said suddenly.

Suddenly, Bara leaned on the broken Ma-San and asked him, "Where did you take the relic stones?"

Ma-san wanted to say something, but Bara quickly pressed on her pliers stopping him.

"What did he say?" Grangya asked.

Then Bara leaned toward Ma-San listening to him. Ma-San couldn't speak anymore as he was drowning in pain.

"The other mages who left you here brought them back to Eastern Kun? Is that it?" Bara asked Ma-San.

Ma-San just made a strange sound.

Then Bara squeezed her pliers harder. This time she didn't heal him with her healing potions. Her pliers broke his injured cock as he fell unconscious immediately.

The other prisoners watched on in horror worried the treatment would come to them next.

"Please do spare us..we'll tell you everything," Ma-ke said.

"Where are the relic stones?" Grangya asked Ma-ke and started jotting the question in her notebook.

Ma-ke glanced at Bara for a moment who gave him a stern look. The memory of her treatment of Ma-San was fresh in his memory.

"What does she want me to say?" he asked himself.

"The other mages who left us here took the stones back to Eastern Kun", Ma-ke said finally echoing Bara's words.

"That is it, I've got everything", Grangya said when Bara was right in front of her.

Grangya stumbled as her face fell on Bara. Instinctively, the savage woman gave her a soft kiss on the cheeks before pulling her up.

"Ah… I've finished my work here. You will know about the approval of your bounty claim soon", Grangya told them before she closed her notebook.

Bara sighed, a flash of impatience crossing her face.

"Ah, that was quick. Is our time up?" she asked as she scanned the room, eyes landing on the pile of instruments.

"Not really, you have all the time with these cell mates," Grangya told her.

Bara went around the room looking for more tools.

"The knives and scissors cut too cleanly. Pain fades too fast that way," Bara explained, hefting a large hammer in her hands. "I need something they won't forget."

The sight of Bara wielding the hammer sent a rush through Grangya, an emotion she couldn't quite name. It was sharp and consuming.

"This is the hammer that I want to wield not the Hammer of Truth", Grangya complained to herself.

"I've told you everything that you wanted me to say. Please spare me", Ma-ke asked Bara and pleaded.

"Ah this hammer will do, I should have brought my own tools," she complained to herself.

With cold precision, Bara brought the hammer down on Ma-ke's broken cock smashing it.

"Arggghhhhh"

A sickening crunch echoed as she struck, the brutal impact obliterating what remained of him. Again and again, she smashed until there was nothing left but a mess of shit and blood.

Grangya watched, unable to look away. The shock made her unstable as she stumbled unexpectedly. Bara noticed and stepped forward, to help her.

"Are you all right?" Bara asked, reaching out to steady Grangya, her hands firmly on hers before pulling her up to her chests, the woman's face resting on her firm breasts.

The touch sent Grangya over the edge.

Her chest tightened, and an unfamiliar thrill coursed through her. It started as a tremor and built to a fevered wave of exhilaration. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the floor, gasping.

"Arrggghh," she moaned, her body shuddering with the intensity of sensation. She reached an orgasm and fell to the floor, unconscious.

Leo raised an eyebrow. "She might need to see a doctor," he said dryly. "Torture isn't for everyone."

The guards arrived to escort Grangya out of the cell, their heavy steps echoing as they led her away. Once she was gone, Bara glanced at Leo with a puzzled frown.

"What's wrong with that pretty clerk?" Bara asked, crossing her arms.

Leo's smirk deepened. "She's not just a simple clerk. And unless I'm mistaken, she just had an orgasm touching your breasts," as his hands reached her breasts to squeeze them playfully.

"Arrrrr, the last one who touched my breasts I cut off his cock, lucky for you, yours serves me and my sisters, hahaha", she replied to him.

"I am not one of your slave cocks."

Bara scoffed with a dismissive wave of her hand. She's got a few more cocks to smash.

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[At the Assassins Workshop]

"What did you find in the cells?" the Deacon of Death inquired, his voice as cold and sharp as a blade.

"I oversaw the interrogation," Grangya replied. "The prisoners revealed everything we needed. There were no signs of demonic activity, on the interrogators."

The Deacon's eyes narrowed. "Does Lilleo Gullee not have any signs of demon magic? The reports suggest he may be a demon or demon incarnate."