At the same time, in a different cabin…
Rita slowly opened her eyes. Her pupils darted wildly behind her eyelids, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The dim cabin lights illuminated her pale face, her cheeks wet with tears she hadn't realized she'd shed.
"Ugh… Mhm…"
The sound escaped unconsciously—like a moan from an unfinished dream. Her body felt light but weak. Her muscles were like rubber stretched to the point of snapping. She tried to lift her hand, but her fingers trembled.
"Where am I?"
She sat up slowly, her back pressing against the soft cabin wall. The fold-out bed meant for emergency passengers felt cold against her skin. But the heat radiating from within her body was far stronger.
"Why is my body so weak?"
The answer to Rita's question came quickly. Flashes of memories-where she was brutally fucked by Ren for over six hours without a break-flooded her mind.
Like a dam breaking under a torrent, the memories overwhelmed her.
"Ahhhhh~"
Instantly, her brain was flooded with endorphins. Rita couldn't suppress a long moan. Her body arched upward, and a clear liquid gushed from between her legs.
From her thighs, the clear fluid spurted out forcefully, without warning. Thick sexual secretion, the result of hours of overstimulation, shot out like water from a burst well. Her uniform skirt—freshly changed by the flight attendants because the previous one was soiled—was now drenched at the back.
Perhaps because the flight attendant who dressed her had no spare underwear, Rita wore nothing beneath her skirt.
Now, the skirt clung tightly to her skin, transparent at her crotch, revealing the trail of fluid still flowing.
"Ughhh…"
As the climax subsided, her body collapsed back onto the bed, falling like a puppet with its strings cut.
"Haaah… Haaah… Haaah…"
Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving rapidly. Her face flushed, eyes glassy, lips wet from being bitten. Her ahegao expression—a face distorted by extreme pleasure—lingered like a mask she couldn't remove.
"Ah… This is bad… After feeling all that pleasure… I can't live without that man…"
Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper, almost a sob. But it wasn't a cry of pain. It was a cry of despair. The cry of someone who knew they'd fallen into a bottomless abyss.
"He made me fall into this pathetic state… turned me into a lewd woman who climaxes just from remembering past sex…"
"King Ren… you're a cruel man…"
Rita knew her body better than anyone. Now, she was certain: unless she had sex with a man of Campione-level physical prowess—or more specifically, a man with Ren's stamina and intensity—she would never feel satisfaction again.
BBC? Perhaps. Not because of race. Not because of cheap stereotypes. But because of biological reality. Her body had been reprogrammed. Her G-spot had been shattered and rebuilt by Ren, only to be triggered by stimulation nearly impossible for an ordinary man to achieve.
"I should've refused my family's arrangement…"
Her voice was soft, barely audible, but filled with regret.
The Ainsworth Family had sent her, intending for Rita to seduce the Seventh Campione, notorious for his debauchery and lust for beautiful virgins.
But they didn't know what would happen to their daughter.
Rita pulled her knees to her chest, hugging herself. Tears streamed silently down her face. She didn't cry loudly. She didn't want anyone to know. But her body trembled, her teeth chattered, and her heart… her heart was broken.
She was no longer the girl who boarded the jet six hours ago with a mischievous smile.
She was an addict. An addict who had just lost her drug.
And the only cure… was the man who had just destroyed her.
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The highway that should have been the main road to central Cirebon had turned into a wild river—wide, deep, and flowing fiercely.
The water was black, mixed with mud, building debris, and torn-off rooftops. Cars and motorcycles floated upside down like discarded children's toys, while tilted power poles had cables floating on the surface, sparking occasionally and making the water hiss.
Houses along the road were half-submerged. Some only had their roofs and second-floor windows visible above the water.
The sky above Cirebon was covered in thick, pitch-black clouds, swirling slowly like an inverted galaxy.
At its center, lightning struck relentlessly—not once or twice, but hundreds of times, hitting the ground, buildings, and towers, as if the sky were enraged at the earth. The sound echoed like unending thunder, shaking the ground despite the absence of an earthquake.
The sleek black car carrying Ren was forced to stop at the edge of the dry road, about five kilometers from the disaster's epicenter. The water was too deep. The front wheels were nearly submerged when the driver tried to push through.
The back door opened.
Ren stepped out, his shirt still pristine, his expensive shoes unconcerned as the floodwater touched their edges. He stood at the edge of the nearly vanished road, his eyes scanning the scene before him.
"Whistle~ This is my first time seeing a Heretic God cause real destruction in society. The damage must be worth billions of rupiah, right?"
Ren had fought Heretic Gods before—seven times—but their impact hadn't affected society.
Take, for example, the first Heretic God he defeated, Hou Yi—the ancient Chinese God of Archery.
Using a strand of Sun Wukong's hair he found in a limestone rock through his Insight Eye, Ren mimicked the Chains of Heaven to ambush an unprepared Hou Yi. Then, he shot Hou Yi with Brahmastra, which he'd found at a flea market.
In short, it wasn't even a proper fight but rather exploiting a Heretic God's underestimation of humans. Of course, luck played a part. Otherwise, if Hou Yi had used his Divine Authority against him, Ren would've had no chance, and Tokyo might have sunk into the sea.
The same applied to the next six Heretic Gods he fought—Kinich Ahau, Karna, Thoth, Atlas, Dionysus, and Roland—whom he battled on an uninhabited island in London. So, Ren had never truly witnessed a Heretic God wreak havoc on society.
Ren had never fully grasped what it meant for a Heretic God to appear in the real world.
He knew they were dangerous. But until now, that danger had been more like a narrative to him.
"What about civilian evacuations?" Ren asked, his eyes scanning the corpses floating on the water's surface.
Though a scumbag, he wasn't cold-blooded.
Budi gave a wry smile. "As Your Majesty knows, the Day of Silence hasn't ended. We lack the personnel to evacuate everyone asleep due to Princess Alice's grand magic. We don't have enough people to reach everyone."
"I see…" Ren muttered.
He looked back at the sky, at the swirling clouds growing lower and closer. The wind picked up, bringing stinging rain.
"Get out of here if you don't want to die. The Heretic God has sensed my presence. It'll be here soon."
"Understood. May victory be with you, Your Majesty."
Budi hurriedly got back into the car and drove away. He knew he'd only be a burden in a fight between a Campione and a Heretic God.
Ren didn't look back.
He just stood.
The wind battered his face, the rain soaked his body, but he didn't move.
In the distance, lightning struck the ground—not once, but seven times in a single second. And from the center of the strikes, something began to emerge.
The Heretic God had arrived.
And Ren smiled.
"I've been waiting for you."