Chapter 7

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The priest devotes his life to God, and those who choose to serve God aren't allowed to join marriage.

It's not right to have sex with women before marriage, and it's wrong to have sex with men. When the succubus first circulated among the rich, your father also warned you to not have intercourse with that beautiful and filthy monster. But 177's neither a woman nor a man, and obviously not a succubus.

No one has said that you can't fuck it.

You looked at the bathtub and then at the ground, thought for a moment, and left the bathroom. You take the plastic sheet back and spread it on the bathroom tiles, spreading it in two layers. 177's Adam's apple moved, the anxious expression just now disappeared, leaving nothing but a blank.

You adjusted the position of the shackles and pulled 177 out of the bathtub, placing it on the plastic sheet. You fix the chain that connects its collar to the concrete column, the tension is moderate so that it won't be strangled by a small displacement, or move outside the plastic sheet. Stains on your robe aren't easy to clean, you take off your robe and leave the underwear inside. Your shirt and trousers are very light in colour, but they are relatively close-fitting. If you pay attention, they won't be contaminated.

177 kneels on all fours, it has its elbows against the ground, like a dog. While you take off your robe, it always looks back at you. When you roll up your sleeves and knelt between its separated legs to hold its waist, it buried its head and pressed it against its forearm, not looking at you anymore. 

Your father isn't your biological one, he's also your teacher, a pious priest- so you have never heard of the "birds and bees" story from your teacher. In theory, you know where children come from, but you have no idea how about the specific process. But coincidently, you know how to fuck the devil.

You've been on the battlefield for many, many years.

The door's unlocked. You stand on the steps of the utility room and look down. The soldiers gathered are in a circle, gasping like wild beasts, and a demon knelt in the middle. "Damn it, it's starting to grow back!" You heard the soldier in the middle complain loudly, he picked up the broom and stabbed the broomstick between the bloody legs of the devil.

They have prepared plastic sheets, the soldiers don't need to clean the utility room, but you need to clean the bathroom afterwards. 177's kneeling posture is correct, and your position is also correct. The broomstick is too long and inconvenient to use. Instead, you use a medicine pestle, which is about the same thickness.

It took a small breath when the medicine pestle pressed into the opening, probably because the medicine pestle is stone, unlike the broomstick, with a cooler surface. The muscles on its buttocks were as tight as rocks. After a while, it relaxed a little, but the entrance was still tightly closed; the prodding pestle was sinking, it just didn't open. With your other hand, you open its buttocks to make sure that you're in the right place and forced the stone pestle in slowly.

You worked hard, so hard that you once again doubted whether the broomstick that the soldier grabbed was actually a mysterious instrument. He didn't seem to be strained at the time, was it because soldiers were stronger? You think of the first day you brought 177 back. Its anus was smooth and soft, you could pry it open with your fingers. Ah, there's the difference. Fucking the devil should be a group activity. If you want to do it alone, you'll have to spend more time and effort¹.

Sweat beads on 177's back, its muscles are fully contoured, shiny as if they have been coated with oil. The sphincter was finally stabbed, only halfway through it, it was stuck there as if bitten by the buttocks. You pull out the medicine pestle a little bit and press it in again. With this short pump, the medicine pestle is inserted deeper, almost all of it is in. 177 scrambled forward like it had been hit, it almost slipped and the collar on its neck tightened.

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