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Hentai King System

Chapter 359 - 359: It Remembers Being Worn · Oct 21, 2026

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351 Chapter 351 - 351: Toward the Former Valstine Territory 2026-10-21
352 Chapter 352 - 352: Older Sister and Self-Proclaimed Fiancée 2026-10-21
353 Chapter 353 - 353: Flowers in Both Hands? 2026-10-21
354 Chapter 354 - 354: Castle Repair Costs 2026-10-21
355 Chapter 355 - 355: Repair Craftsman Erna 2026-10-21
356 Chapter 356 - 356: Wall Ass 2026-10-21
357 Chapter 357 - 357: Through the Wall 2026-10-21
358 Chapter 358 - 358: The Ones Who Come Back 2026-10-21
359 Chapter 359 - 359: It Remembers Being Worn 2026-10-21
360 Chapter 360 - 360: Whoever You Left Alone 2026-10-21
361 Chapter 361 - 361: Extra Charge 2026-10-21
362 Chapter 362 - 362: Two Throats 2026-10-21
363 Chapter 363 - 363: Which Throat 2026-10-21
364 Chapter 364 - 364: Two Sets of Feet 2026-10-21
365 Chapter 365 - 365: The Cover 2026-10-21
366 Chapter 366 - 366: The Part That Travels 2026-10-21
367 Chapter 367 - 367: Unbroken Seal 2026-10-21
368 Chapter 368 - 368: Site Extra 2026-10-21
369 Chapter 369 - 369: Aired Rooms 2026-10-21
370 Chapter 370 - 370: If She Still Looks 2026-10-21
371 Chapter 371 - 371: The Idea of a Seal 2026-10-21
372 Chapter 372 - 372: Without the Toy 2026-10-21
373 Chapter 373 - 373: Cool Iron 2026-10-21
374 Chapter 374 - 374: No Cousin 2026-10-21
375 Chapter 375 - 375: Read by the Road 2026-10-21
376 Chapter 376 - 376: Second Seal 2026-10-21
377 Chapter 377 - 377: The Yoke 2026-10-21
378 Chapter 378 - 378: The Stacks 2026-10-21
379 Chapter 379 - 379: (Epilogue of Saga 1) Beginning After the End 2026-10-21
380 Chapter 380 - 380: (Saga 2) MANHUNT 2026-10-21
381 Chapter 381 - 381: Finally the Tutorial, and a Cheat Pops Out 2026-10-21
382 Chapter 382 - 382: Akie’s Virginity and Nanao’s Virginity! The Tutorial Comes With Deepthroat 2026-10-21
383 Chapter 383 - 383: The Mark Strikes Back. Go! Level 5 Nanao! 2026-10-21
384 Chapter 384 - 384: Trying the Nearby Village! A Pile of Quests, Already Cleared! 2026-10-21
385 Chapter 385 - 385: Watch and Think About What You Did 2026-10-21
386 Chapter 386 - 386: Semen for Nanao, Piss for Haruki 2026-10-21
387 Chapter 387 - 387: Back to Airst! Monster Hunt and We Capture the Slime Queen! 2026-10-21
388 Chapter 388 - 388: Turning the Slime Queen into a Red Slime 2026-10-21
389 Chapter 389 - 389: Back and TANGE 2026-10-21
390 Chapter 390 - 390: A Paladin’s Weak Point Is the Clit 2026-10-21
391 Chapter 391 - 391: Mizurii Swears Loyalty to Master 2026-10-21
392 Chapter 392 - 392: Clan AOI Formed 2026-10-21
393 Chapter 393 - 393: Lime Is My Piss Bag! 2026-10-21
394 Chapter 394 - 394: Kneading Slime Tits! A Messenger from Tubaite Village! 2026-10-21
395 Chapter 395 - 395: Off to Hunt Kobolds, Talking on the Way 2026-10-21
396 Chapter 396 - 396: We Went to Beat the Kobold King and a Nasty Bonus Came With It 2026-10-21
397 Chapter 397 - 397: Sailor Uniform Lewd Breeding 2026-10-21
398 Chapter 398 - 398: A Useless Maid Loses Her Virginity 2026-10-21
399 Chapter 399 - 399: Peta of Dorite Village 2026-10-21
400 Chapter 400 - 400: The Swimsuit Rock-Paper-Scissors Result 2026-10-21

The healer by the door kept smiling at the boy like this was still a fever.

Rigel did not look at her.

He looked at Pell’s mouth.

The child’s lips were chapped.

The words that had come out of them were not.

”What formula,” Rigel said.

Pell swung his feet again.

Tap.

Tap.

Third-bell rhythm, patient as a clerk.

”The one you took off the adventurer and put back together,” he said.

”Black metal. Inner marks. It hurts less than the old kind. That’s why you like it.”

Mesterica’s wrist flexed under Rigel’s hand.

He did not let her draw.

Not in a ward with one door and a woman who still thought she was nursing a woodcutter’s son.

Cynthia stepped sideways, cutting the line to the window without making it look like a guard change.

Her blade had stopped humming.

That was worse.

It meant she was listening with the rest of her.

”Who told you that,” Rigel asked.

Pell blinked.

For a blink he was nine.

Then the thing behind the eyes finished blinking for him.

”Nobody told me. It told me.”

He pointed, not at Rigel’s face, at the coat.

”That piece under the pillow wanted to go home. You wrapped it so it can’t. That’s rude.”

The cloth packet sat against Rigel’s ribs like a second heart with no beat.

He smiled.

Small.

The kind he used on gate soldiers who had already lost.

”Pell.”

”Yes.”

”If I take this outside and break it, what happens to you.”

The boy thought about that with a child’s seriousness.

His heels stopped tapping.

”I think I stay,” he said at last.

”I think the other part goes to look for a new throat. I’m not sure. This morning I knew where the well cover was. I don’t know why I knew that.”

The healer finally heard the shape of the talk.

Her smile thinned.

”My lord, he’s been asking strange things since he woke, but children—”

”Leave,” Rigel said.

”I can’t leave a patient—”

Mesterica looked at her once.

The healer left.

The door shut hard enough to make the basin on the side table ring.

Pell watched the door with interest.

”She locks it from the outside when she’s scared. She did that last night too. It doesn’t matter.”

Cynthia spoke, low.

”Can you stand.”

”Yes.”

Pell hopped down.

His feet hit the floor too quietly.

”Are you going to cut me? Older sister wants to. The shiny one doesn’t, not yet.”

Mesterica’s voice was ice over a hole.

”Do not call me that.”

”Why not? You call him little brother even when you want to own him.”

Pell tilted his head at Cynthia next.

”And you already decided the wedding. That’s funny. He doesn’t.”

Rigel laughed under his breath.

Not because it was funny.

Because the thing in the boy had done its reading in the time it took them to walk from a miller’s bedroom.

”You’re fishing,” he said.

”You throw out one true line so the next two feel true.”

Pell’s face went bright, almost pleased.

”You do that too.”

Rigel crossed the room and crouched so they were level.

He did not unwrap the metal.

He let the boy see that he would not.

”Listen. I don’t care what wears you. I care what it wants. Say it without the game.”

Pell’s pupils tightened.

For a second the child-smell of infirmary soap and old wool was gone, and the air had the same thin flour-after-rain wrongness as the sealed house.

”We want the finished work,” Pell said.

No bounce in the words now.

”You completed a collar that commands while leaving the mind awake. That is rare. The old ones either scream or sleep. Yours sings and knows it is singing. We would like the hand that made it.”

Mesterica said, ”Then come take it from an adult.”

Pell looked at her, and for the first time something like caution moved in him.

”We did. The ones who came back asked the castle questions first. You fight each other so loudly the walls answer. That was useful. Then you brought the maker to us.”

His eyes returned to Rigel.

”Thank you for the ride.”

Cynthia’s hand settled on her hilt.

”The disappearances started before he arrived.”

”Yes,” Pell said.

”We were looking. Then the formula woke up far away, and the search got a name. Gousel. Academy. Hero. Rapist.”

He said the last word the way another child might say baker.

”The piece in the bed was a letter. You picked it up. Now the letter knows your pocket.”

Rigel stood.

The packet was warm.

It had not been warm in the miller’s house.

”Mesterica. Bind him. Not steel. Thread and silence. If he speaks again without being asked, gag him.”

”I am not your—”

She saw his face and stopped arguing.

From her sleeve she drew a thin binding cord used on captured casters.

Pell held out his wrists like a boy offering to play.

”This won’t keep the other part out,” he said helpfully.

”It only keeps this body from running. The running happens somewhere else.”

Cynthia took the window.

Rigel took the packet out at last and set it on the stool, still wrapped.

The cloth had a faint dark line soaking through from inside.

Not blood.

Something like ink that had decided to walk.

”Don’t let it touch the floor,” he said.

”Why,” Cynthia asked.

”Because the floor in that house already learned a path.”

Pell watched the packet with a fondness that did not belong on a nine-year-old mouth.

”If you smash it, Riverbend loses three more by tomorrow,” he said.

”If you wear it, you will understand faster. You like understanding things you can use.”

Rigel almost reached.

The itch in his mana was the same itch he had felt over Irina’s collar, over Miena’s throat, over the circle in the mansion room.

Finish the sentence.

See the whole mark.

Own it.

He left the packet on the stool.

”I already own what I rebuilt,” he said.

”I don’t put other people’s leftovers on my neck.”

Pell smiled with all his teeth.

Too many for the size of the mouth, and then the extra were gone, as if the light had been wrong.

”Then we will put it on someone you do not want broken,” he said.

”You have several. Sisters. Slaves. The craftsman with stone in her hair. The loud ones who think they are your future.”

His gaze ticked from Mesterica to Cynthia without fear.

”Choose who we write to next, or we will.”

The binding cord pulled tight.

Pell did not wince.

He looked down at his hands as if they were borrowed gloves.

Outside, a bell rang.

Not third bell.

Wrong hour.

Wrong tower.

The note bent in the middle and came back clean, and the healer in the hall dropped a tray.

Cynthia’s head snapped toward the sound.

”That was the castle.”

Mesterica was already at the door.

”The archive.”

Rigel snatched the packet off the stool.

The warmth in it jumped, eager, like a dog that had heard its name.

Pell called after them, cheerful again, a child waving from a sickbed.

”Don’t run to the maps first. That’s what the last one did.”

He kicked his bound heels against the bed frame in that same watch-change rhythm.

”Run to whoever you left alone. We already learned that trick from you.”

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