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The scene depicts the dazzling night view of Academy City.
And, Su Hui's handsome yet indifferent face, and the woman who belonged to the "Right Seat of God" being carried in his hand like a dead dog.
“Listen, all you rats hiding in the gutter.”
"From this day forward, Academy City, and the Automatic Memory Index, belong to me, Su Hui."
"Anyone who attempts to interfere will suffer the fate of the Roman Catholic Church."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable, absolute will, clearly echoing in the ears of everyone who received the signal.
"War is always welcome."
The video cut off as the words were spoken.
At this moment, the entire magical realm fell into a deathly silence.
Ignoring the commotion outside, Su Hui, carrying Qianfang Zhifeng who had fallen into a coma due to the backlash of the technique and excessive shock, turned around and returned to the hotel.
The presidential suite was brightly lit.
Su Hui's battle ended quickly; it all happened in the blink of an eye.
Fortunately, the Roman Catholic Church, having lost its leader, was quickly dealt with by Kanzaki Kaori and Mugino Shizuri.
Those elite Roman Catholics who infiltrated with the wind ahead couldn't even last a minute against a saint and a Level 5, turning into a pile of mangled limbs and flesh.
They returned shortly after Su Hui's return.
"boom."
Su Hui casually tossed the unconscious Qian Feng onto the carpet with a thud.
He walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of whiskey, and sat down on the main sofa, crossing his long legs in a lazy yet domineering posture.
"Master, should we dispose of it?"
Mugino Shizuri licked his lips, a dangerous glint in his eyes, and asked eagerly.
"Not urgent."
Su Hui took a sip of his drink, his gaze falling on the disheveled woman on the ground. "A living 'Right Seat of God' is far more useful than a corpse."
Seemingly having heard Su Hui's voice, the wind in front of him let out a painful groan and slowly woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Su Hui sitting on the sofa, looking down at her, and the girls of different styles around her.
Memories flooded back: the humiliation of being subdued in one move, the fear of having her faith crushed, instantly distorting her otherwise pretty face.
"Demon...you blasphemous demon!"
The wind ahead lay prostrate on the ground, its body utterly weakened, yet it still uttered venomous curses, "The Lord's glory will ultimately judge you! You will surely fall into hell, never to be reborn!"
Her voice was hoarse, filled with fervent faith, as if that gave her strength.
The girls in the room had different expressions.
Kanzaki Kaori remained expressionless; she had seen far too many fanatics like this. Mugino Shizuri, on the other hand, scoffed dismissively, finding the woman utterly noisy.
Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki were seeing this pure magic fanatic up close for the first time, their eyes filled with curiosity and wariness.
"God?"
Su Hui chuckled, his laughter filled with mockery. "If He truly existed, He would be standing before me now, instead of leaving a pitiful believer like you here."
He put down his wine glass, walked slowly to the front of her, squatted down, grabbed her pointed chin, and forced her to look up and meet his gaze.
Without the slightest pity, Su Hui wanted to treat this kind of yandere with brutality.
Pitiful?
nonexistent.
A vast and powerful spiritual force, like a rough probe, instantly surged into the spiritual world of the wind ahead.
"Ugh—!"
The wind ahead let out a shrill scream, and it felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been shoved into my brain. All my thoughts, memories, and even the very essence of my soul were being mercilessly scrutinized and analyzed in the face of this irresistible force.
The construction principles, magic flow trajectory, and core techniques of the Heavenly Punishment spell that she was so proud of were all exposed to Su Hui's will without reservation.
"So that's how it is. The core idea is to exploit the Bible's rejection of 'idolatry,' expand and distort the concept into hatred of 'non-divine creation,' and then amplify this hatred through this 'spiritual garment' on your tongue, which acts as an amplifier, thus polluting the minds of everyone who comes into contact with scientific creations..."
As Su Hui analyzed the situation, he muttered to himself, like a researcher who had discovered a novel toy.
After a few seconds,
He released his grip, a look of utter boredom on his face.
"A boring trick, it can only broaden one's thinking."
Once the analysis was complete, the toy lost its mystery in his eyes.
He glanced at the wind glaring at him from ahead.
All that's left is the final processing step.
"You...you heretics on the scientific side! Let me go!"
The wind ahead writhed in humiliation, cursing venomously.
Su Hui ignored her shouts, reached out, grabbed her strange nun's habit, and ripped it off.
"Thorn-"
The sound of fabric tearing was particularly jarring in the quiet room.
The pale, sickly body that had been hidden beneath a nun's habit for years was suddenly exposed to the light.
Her figure wasn't as voluptuous as Kanzaki Kaori or Mugino Shizuri, but it had its own unique charm, firm and elastic.
In particular, her petite and slender body possesses sufficient resilience, allowing Su Hui to exert himself freely.
Su Hui's gaze fell on the cold iron chain on her tongue.
He grasped one end of the chain with great interest and gave it a gentle pull.
"Ugh——!"
An indescribable sensation, a mixture of excruciating pain and a strange tingling numbness, instantly spread from the back of my tongue throughout my entire body.
The wind in front of him suddenly tensed up, his eyes widened, and a suppressed sob escaped his throat.
This iron chain is key to her spellcasting and is also one of her most sensitive areas.
At this moment, she has become a tool for this devil to toy with.
"Is this proof of your faith? Tsk tsk tsk."
Su Hui played with the iron chain, which was stained with saliva, and wrapped it around her snow-white chest twice, tying a knot, as if marking an object.
"Is this the self-destructive pain that the God you believe in has given you?"
His voice seemed to possess a magical power, constantly eroding the mental defenses of the wind ahead.
"No...this is...the shackles of honor..."
She refuted him intermittently.
"glory?"
Su Hui laughed, “A true god would only bestow power and eternal life upon his followers, not this kind of cheap self-indulgence. Look at them.”
He pointed to Kanzaki Kaori and Mugino Shizuri standing to the side.
"One is a saint, the other is the pinnacle of Academy City. They were once just like you, with their own ridiculous convictions. But now, they have gained something more real than vague and ethereal faith."
"Can your so-called god crush stars with his bare hands and reverse time like I can? Can your so-called god grant mortals eternal life and power beyond the laws of nature like I can?"
"If mere strength is enough to be called a god, then from this moment on, I am your new god."
Su Hui played with the iron chain in his hand with great interest, sometimes tightening it and sometimes loosening it, enjoying the way the woman beneath him trembled violently due to extreme humiliation and the betrayal of her body's instincts.
An alluring pink flushed her skin, her breathing became rapid and hot, and the intermittent curses from her mouth gradually turned into uncontrollable, broken moans.
"see it?"
Su Hui's voice, like a devil's whisper, rang in her ear, "Your body is far more honest than your faith."
He leaned down, his lips close to her ear, and continued to dismantle her last line of defense in a voice only the two of them could hear.
Su Hui's words were like heavy hammer blows, slamming into the mental barrier of the wind in front of him.
The fervor in her eyes gradually faded, replaced by confusion and wavering.
The man before her, with an undeniable and overwhelming power, suppressed her.
That power was so immense that even now, recalling it still leaves me feeling disoriented.
The moment she lost her composure, Su Hui stopped talking nonsense.
He grinned, revealing a somewhat wicked smile.
He bent down, flipped Feng's body over, pressed her neck so that her upper body and cheeks were pressed against the carpet, while her slightly thin buttocks were lifted up. Holding the chain, he was like leading a female dog, and he thrust himself on top of her.
On this delicate body, trembling slightly with shame and fear, his own mark was branded.
"No...no...! Ugh!"
Qianfang Zhifeng's body stiffened abruptly, then he struggled violently, slapping Su Hui's arm with his backhand, trying to break free from his restraint.
But all her resistance seemed so pale and powerless.
In the face of extreme humiliation and the betrayal of having her body forcibly violated, her rock-solid faith finally showed its first crack.
Under the watchful eyes of Misaka Mikoto and the others—whether shy, excited, or curious—a brutal and direct conquest unfolded within this luxurious suite.
in the room,
All that remained were the dull sounds of flesh colliding and the woman's suppressed sobs escalating into uncontrollable, tearful whimpers.
She stopped cursing and instead let out suppressed gasps and moans, a mixture of pain and a strange pleasure.
Su Hui rammed into her body, each penetration leaving a mark on her soul.
The awareness of the wind ahead gradually blurred, and the body's instincts gradually overwhelmed reason.
She felt like a small boat adrift on a stormy sea, the only thing she could hold onto was the man who had brought her endless humiliation and terror.
After an unknown amount of time, with a soul-piercing scream, her body suddenly arched, reaching an unprecedented peak.
And this is just the beginning!
Unlike his treatment of other women, Su Hui's actions towards Qianfang Zhifeng were purely venting, tightening the chains as if riding a horse and slapping her buttocks hard.
Even as his mount whimpered, he did not stop. The violent thrusts brought his opponent to orgasm several times in succession. Finally, in a state of complete daze, he poured his dragon essence into his opponent's body.
By this time, the wind in front had become limp and powerless, unwilling to move at all.
Su Hui let out a long breath and pulled away with a satisfying gulp. Having completely vented his violent emotions, he looked at Feng in front of him, in a state where the other's will was at its weakest and his soul was completely empty.
Su Hui planted a "seed of loyalty" deep within her body.
The seed instantly took root and sprouted, becoming one with her soul.
All resentment, hatred, and resistance were forcibly transformed into the most fervent worship and absolute loyalty at this moment.
The wind in front of him slumped helplessly on the carpet, his body still twitching, but his eyes had changed.
It was the look one gives when gazing upon a deity, filled with awe, fascination, and... a subservience that comes from the depths of one's soul.
Su Hui stood up from her and straightened his bathrobe.
He glanced at Kanzaki Kaori, who had also been conquered, and commanded:
"Kannazuki, she's in your care from now on. Teach her how to serve her new god."
"Yes, Master."
Kanzaki Kaori walked over to the front of the wind, helped her up, and looked at her with a look of pity that came from someone who had been through it all, as she straightened her tattered clothes.
Two women who originally belonged to different camps, or even might have been enemies, are now strangely connected because of the same man.
Wait until the next day.
The morning sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the luxurious carpet of the presidential suite.
Su Hui woke up on the soft bed, his arm resting on Misaki Shokuhou's smooth blonde hair, while Misaka Mikoto, sleeping peacefully, nestled in his arms.