I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 492: Temple is a Spirit Beast

My vision blurred at some point. All I knew was that something with the weight of a truck-sized rock kept slamming down onto my groin, over and over, until the world narrowed to that one point of impact. And each slam made me feel like I was dying while also handing me the most liberating, satisfying pleasure of my entire life.

But I was dying… and having fun… and dying. This was a very terrible place to be in. I wouldn’t advise it.

Then, from the dark, a chilling glare landed on me, and every hair on my arms stood up. It was something I had felt too often, too hard, not to recognize where it came from. I put it to you, I didn’t even need to look before I realized.

Every nerve in my body screamed only one thing.

‘Escape. Escape. Kassie is here. Escape!’

I tried to fight it at first, wondering why I was running at all, but my body regarded me like I was insane, every muscle straining the wrong way, and literally tried to tear itself away from beneath Maggie.

Her eyes exploded with a vicious white heat, and she clamped my neck to the ground, pinning me flat against the table, a lost, lust-filled expression staining her pale face.

“Trying to scurry away like a rat? Unacceptable!”

She held me down and kept slamming her ass over my groin, the table shuddering under my back with every blow, the breath punched clean out of my lungs each time. Pain and pleasure tore through me at once, and for once, I think I fairly and reasonably questioned if I even wanted to be doing this.

I got tons of notifications through it all, the same handful of lines flashing again and again, my body healing over and over, the ache resetting each time before it could finish becoming a wound. I couldn’t even check what in the world I’d received or what had changed. It was all the same thing anyway.

The next moment, Maggie’s face went dark and she snapped it to the side, her gaze locking on something past my shoulder.

“You whore!”

Just as she shouted, Kassie, like a whirlwind of crimson, clashed into her, and the two tumbled across the table.

Forcibly yanking Maggie off my rod was not a good time for the big guy, who had been fully immersed in the experience, but it got me a breath of fresh air after what I was sure had been several hours — perhaps even five.

They slammed into a column and the thing shuddered, letting out a low, hollow boom I felt in my chest as dust poured down from the roof. The column had been barely holding on to begin with. And as Kassie and Maggie crashed into it, the whole pillar began to shake, cracks crawling over the stone. The decrepit roof of the temple trembled all over, dust raining down from a dozen places at once, gritting between my teeth when I looked up.

I glanced up, quickly pulling my pants back on. Neither Maggie nor Kassie seemed to mind the state of the temple. Maggie grabbed Kassie by the collar and smashed her forehead into her face with a crack that echoed off the walls, and Kassie, in the same breath, buried a knee into Maggie’s belly, grabbed a fistful of her hair, and yanked with absurd strength.

She swung Maggie like a length of rope and crashed her through the pillar, and the whole thing shattered with brutal force, chunks of stone flying in every direction, cracking against the pews. Even I had to dodge a few.

The moment that pillar came undone, the stretch of roof it had been holding up began to collapse, whole slabs peeling loose overhead.

But Kassie did not care. She simply sent wild, wide kicks into the air, smashing every stone that came near her into smithereens, chips of rock spraying past her like sparks, as she walked, casual as anything, toward Maggie where she lay buried among the crumbled stones and pews.

Maggie lifted herself up out of the rubble, stones sliding off her shoulders, a fierce white light burning in her eyes, her habit fallen loose, her hand drifting slowly to her chain.

Kassie did not stop. She kept walking forward, an indifferent look on her face.

“You think, for some reason, that those bracelets of yours would restrain me? You little circus girl.”

Maggie grinned like a maddened zombie. Somehow the way she used to look was coming back, and I found that a lot more comfortable to deal with.

“What’s your deal, whore? What do you want?”

Kassie paused, tilting her head, and gave Maggie an absurd chuckle.

“Who is the whore? You pretend not to know about what your people would call forsaken pleasures, and yet here you are, shamelessly wallowing in every part of it to the point of death.”

She gave an insulting little giggle and added.

“Losing your self-respect, and fucking like a harlot.”

Kassie’s words did something to Maggie. The wild grin slid off her face the moment they landed. She kept her eyes on Kassie, her gaze steady, and she seemed to be thinking.

Then a look of surprise climbed her face.

“Ahhh… so that’s what this is…”

Then she grinned.

“So, the reason you’re picking a fight with me right now… is because you’re jealous?”

Kassie went rigid, and she glared at once.

“You moron. Me? Jealous? Despicable!!”

She yelled for no reason and turned away. Then her gaze fell on me, and I felt that piercing glare crawl over my skin. She would have shredded me to pieces if she could.

The next moment, though, Kassie sighed and spoke calmly.

“We have company.”

At once a tired look twisted my face.

“Again?”

She nodded.

“This time is different. It seems to have been here the whole time. I had a faint suspicion, a presence I couldn’t quite place, but after checking the temple for several hours, I think I’ve figured it out.”

I gulped and waited as Kassie paused.

‘That pause is absolutely unnecessary, Kassie, just go straight to the point.’

She looked at me, then glanced down at the floor of the temple.

“There is a possibility that this is not a temple. That this is a Spirit Beast.”

“What?”