Chapter 180 – Arachne (3)
What is the most difficult thing for humans to endure?
Torture with added pain?
Torture for sexual pleasure?
Sleep-disrupting torture?
That would certainly be effective, but there are tortures that can be said to be effective as well.
‘Boredom’.
A daily routine repeated every day.
A day where there is no change at all and repeats itself infinitely.
Occasionally, look at the phenomenon of ‘time loop’ in dramas or movies.
When a time loop repeats hundreds or thousands of times, any human will try hard to escape from the repetition of time.
I’m not trying to break the time loop with any purpose, but if I’m stuck in a time loop purely without knowing why, humans will go crazy and get tired.
It is now.
In an environment from which there is no escape.
Even the basic activities that humans should do, such as eating and excretion, were restricted.
“Haha, haha…”
As long as you stay stuck in the same position for a year without changing your position, any human being is bound to get frustrated.
Arachne is like that.
I violated Arachne for a year as a playas.
Violating one human for a year with one Playas was terribly inefficient, but it was the best judgment in the sense of showing the fear of a god to this cheeky woman.
“Heh, hehe.”
Beyond the tent.
The tent in front of you contained the life of Arachne.
Arachne’s life, which Arachne should have enjoyed, is being enjoyed by someone other than Arachne.
Think about it.
I am being raped by an unknown being right now, but a being who looks exactly like me lives her own life with her body her intact.
What Arachne was deprived of was not simply the hymen and the time of one year.
Not only was another Arachne deprived of time and history as she weaved for a year at her own will and lived her life her.
Of all the things she was deprived of, as a human being, the thing she was most severely deprived of was the dignity that Arachne could exist as Arachne.
She has been robbed of her ‘self’ of her.
So Arachne was frustrated.
Usually, this kind of story assumes that the personality or soul is ‘replicated’.
I did too.
This time, in order to fix this cheeky woman’s quirks her, I even called the goddesses who dealt with her soul her and forcibly restrained Arachne’s soul her before me.
Arachne’s restraints look like adult toys for SM play, but they are actually restraints that imprison Arachne’s soul her.
Yes.
I am raping Arachne’s soul now.
And Arachne noticed that.
‘She was a smart woman,’ she said.
That she is being eaten by a divine being.
She says that Minerva, who visited with Jupiter, is a goddess to punish her.
That the self beyond the tent is another being wearing her own mask.
She said that being raped was her punishment her for telling the gods that she was a harlot of Zeus.
She says that a woman who could have such thoughts has now been taken away from all her freedom and is just being fucked, so it’s safe to say that in fact this woman’s spirit is broken.
For now, I’m judging.
‘I don’t know again.’
It’s so poisonous that the moment something changes, it might spit out curses right at the gods.
“What should I do.”
Today.
This is Olympus.
“How can I make that cheeky human woman realize the greatness of the gods and kill her?”
“Do you do what you originally thought?”
I sat down with Athena to discuss what to do with Arachne.
“If, after doing this, he still does not feel the majesty of a god, that is because man himself is at fault. He has come to realize that he is less than a god.”
“I don’t think so. That woman’s pride should be smashed. Just saying, ‘now you understand your sins’ is what we lose.”
There is something I felt after eating Arachne as a playas for a year.
“Arachne is a venom. No matter how you fuck her behind her back her or not, she still holds on to hope.”
Like the main characters in science fiction movies, Arachne is waiting for a change to come.
Already thinking of getting her cock her stuck just for breathing.
She is only sharpening her blade of revenge while watching herself live her life her.
“Athena. You weren’t attracted to Arachne as an aggro, were you?”
“Huh…”
Athena did not deny my question.
Apparently, Athena seemed really upset that Arachne had used her curse, saying, ‘She is better at weaving than Athena’while Arachne was being impaled on me.
“Do you think I’m angry with Arachne right now because I’ve been pushed back by my spinning skills that I’ve never even matched?”
“Then?”
Or.
“That bitch is saying that her pussy is more delicious than that of a goddess! Even blaspheming Zeus-sama!”
“That’s right.”
During the time of a year needless to say.
Arachne really insulted her with every word.
She feels that Zeus is going to miss him because she can’t eat her cunt her while she gets fucked like this.
I don’t know what kind of goddess Minerva is, but she thinks that she sent her rapist out of jealousy because the goddess’ cunts were worse than Arachne’s.
Just like this, she gets stuck in his cock her, and when she thinks of the courtesans of Olympus who are tired of not being able to sleep with Zeus every day, her tears her flow.
I understand.
I was the one who made it into an extreme situation, and if it’s not just an extreme situation, but a situation where something seems to be exerted by a divine being, of course, I’m bound to curse and insult God.
“I don’t care what disrespect that woman committed after redeeming her soul her. But she must be punished for her humanity her as much as she had before her.”
Although an insult to God is also an insult.
“Her human her dares to match her her god her. Unless she corrects her posture her, this woman will be eaten forever. Until she dies of old age in her own body.”
Arachne was a woman who thought of herself as a god.
“Gods come to buy fabrics themselves. Before you take pride in your own things, you should realize how much the gods contribute to keeping this world so peaceful. Tsk.”
Before being a capable human being, you cannot just leave a woman whose personality is glitched.
Even if the gods look like they’re just having fun, it’s a god who lives doing everything he has to do.
“Okay. Then let’s do this. Let’s just let them go.”
“You’re just letting me go?”
“Yes. If you free your soul, you will return to your original body. Your original body hasn’t had sex yet, and it’s in a much better state than before, right?”
Athena raised one of her hands and moved her fingers like several legs.
“I don’t think there’s any need for God to appear and say, ‘Now you’ve reflected on yourself.’
“Let’s watch for a while?”
“Yes. Instead, I need to make sure of this one thing.”
Athena pointed at me.
“I am Zeus who ate you?”
“No, no.”
Athena caught her own cheek with both her hands.
“First of all, I want to make you the most miserable as a woman before I tell you to realize your position as a human being.”
“…”
“The goddess was treated as a slut and a whore, so that’s fine, right?”
“I get it.”
Athena’s offer was reasonable, and I made my decision.
“Let it go.”
* * *
Clap.
One day.
Suddenly, the restraint shackles were released.
Arachne, who had been dazed by the heat of the semen that filled her belly her, instantly returned to her senses her, and hurriedly raised her head.
Clap, clap.
The restraints began to loosen.
I didn’t calculate the date, but it seemed like it was about the 365th time that day and night were reversed beyond the tent.
Dump.
As soon as her restraints were gone, Arachne threw herself in front of her.
Having lived in a prone position for so long, she forgot how to raise her body her, and Arachne barely remembered her and touched the ground.
Haha…!”
Arachne burst into laughter.
The cock, which had never been released before, crawled back.
She was n’t pulling it out to be hard fucked into her, not to rub his cock into her ass her to wipe away the cum her.
As if the sex was really over, the man stepped back, slowly pulling out his cock of her.
Now I’m going to say something.
If he had committed himself for nearly a year now, he would surely say something.
What to say.
The pain so far is the punishment for insulting the gods?
From now on, will you live with a heart of serving and honoring God?
Yeah, yeah
It sucks, but now that I know I have to, I’ll just follow God.
Zeus and whore goddesses who live by their dicks.
‘I’ll be sure to let you know.’
While being hammered into his cock her, Arachne remembered a new way of sewing.
It looks like an ordinary cloth, but if you reverse the grain of the cloth, a new picture emerges.
What if a picture was embroidered under a carpet or something and spread on the floor of a temple?
What if, for example, a figure of a goddess with her legs spread in her naked body was draped under the carpet leading to the entrance to a temple?
Where else can blasphemy be as strong as that?
No one will ever know.
Except for Arachne.
“…Whoop. Whoop.”
Arachne stood up with her trembling hands on the ground.
And he turned his head.
And.
“Ah.”
As soon as she saw the man’s face, Arachne felt a sense of alienation from the sensation of the hot semen that she had been seeing from below.
“Quick.”
“Your face was fucking ground-“
Dump.
Arachne is dead.
The cause of death was a heart attack.
As if facing a monstrous fear, my heart stopped.
