The boss coldly glanced at Yurin's corpse and looked back at the sleeping goddess. Greed and a wicked smile were shown on his face as he stumbled closer to the embryo. Yurin was the key to controlling their weapon, but that was no longer the case; the man wasn't someone that would act without ample preparation.
He took out a cross hanging on his chest; it was an artifact granted by the high ups to control their living weapon, an ancient relic that enabled the cult to manipulate one of the arch demons they once summoned before it had gone berserk.
After evaluating the prospect of Komi, which exceeded all expectations from the experiments, the cult decided to bet on the goddess with their strategic asset.
However, right when the man activated the cross, a turbulence of Anima burst from the embryo, catching him off guard and sending him flying against the wall. Soon, with several intense pulsations from the whole nest, an arm ripped out from within the transparent membrane and spread it open like a curtain.
The goddess was finally awake, and she gracefully exited the embryo.
"Amazing! For the second time, I am honored to witness the birth of a divinity." There was a feverish look on the man's face; he felt a similar kind of menacing power before from another divine being.
With the soft feathers of her black wings covering the sensitive regions of her impeccable naked body, Komi was emanating a majestic and dominating presence with the form of a fallen angel, forcing the weaker fanatics around the chamber to tremble on their knees with the pressure from her aura alone.
Ignoring the boss who was sent into a crater with fractured bones, Komi expressionlessly picked up the corpse of her mother. There was a single tear drop that landed on Yurin's face.
The big girl embraced the lifeless body into her enormous bosom; two streams of her humanity were uncontrollably flowing out from the expressionless eyes. But if there was a miniscule chance of her mother being alive, now she would be guaranteed death by her lethal suffocation.
"Ha! This is amusing. A cruel, emotionless and ferocious monster is shedding tears for a mere mortal being." Thus far, the man's only impression of Komi was when she mercilessly devoured her prey, which included some of his underlings.
Confirming her mother's death, a whirlwind of Anima began to form around the goddess in rage. The ground beneath her cracked due to the abnormal intensity of energy, sending a shock wave blasting on the man's face for the second time.
Almost unable to open his eyes amidst the storm, he pointed the relic towards Komi and incited the final incantations. Yet, to his dismay, only a mild interference was seen on her body as she forcibly broke through the large runic circle appearing beneath her feet. The berserking Anima managed to overcome the binding from the artifact; lines of crack slowly were forming on the cross.
Komi laid down her mother into her nest while combating against the pressure and then looked piercingly back towards the man.
"Shit... this is not good."
With her tears dried from the blazing energies, the big girl may look calm on the surface; but a volcano was boiling within.
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Back on the island, Leo suddenly opened his eyes in bed amidst the service from the family servants. He felt a strange turbulence coming from the Anima link that he deeply bonded with a certain existence. From the information it transmitted, an array of emotions entered his mind; there was sorrow, sadness and rage.
Currently, the boy was lying flat on bed with his face buried within two pairs of ample marshmallows from the ladies lying beside him on both sides. With his body facing down, another duo of women were diligently massaging his shoulders with their bone crushing strength while pressing his face deeper into the soft mountains.
However, below at his naked bottom, there were also two more pairs of strong womanly hands massaging on the titanic twin orbs with even heavier grips. The ladies had to use all their might to fondle the two bloated spheres of iron as the boy's scrotums were hardened by an immense amount of Anima condensing within. Each of the orbs easily overflowed their palms, their sizes and bulkiness were no less daunting than the monster below.
The reason for this peculiar massage was because, underneath the bed frame, through a custom-sized hole drilled into the bed, a massive pillar was pointing downward to a bucket placed on the ground. And within that confined space beneath the frame, several ladies with their delicate hands were gently stroking on the great beast.
Leo was in the process of refilling the family's most vital strategic resources. Placed around the room, were dozens of buckets already filled to the brim with his fresh boiling cream cheese. Now, having numerous women liberated from the frenzy curse, the twins had expanded the warehouse in advance to accommodate for future demands.
Suddenly, after a rapid gush of ejaculation, with his giant pole escaping their grip, jerking wildly from the ceaseless propellants, and coating the ladies below in cheesy white stains, the boy quickly got off the comfort of their womanly softness and looked frantically left and right for his clothes.
"What is the matter, young master? Was the service not to your liking?" The twins entered the room.
"Sorry, I sensed something bad happened and I need to go back and check. Can I make up the rest next time?" There was a sense of urgency with an impending crisis looming over the town; but at the same time, he felt that it was his responsibility to provide enough rations for the whole pack.
One of the family servants whispered to Yuria's ears and the twins nodded in sync.
"Worry not, young master." - Yuria
"The warehouse was already full a moment ago." - Filia
"The servants were just concerned that the young master was not satisfied and continued the service." - Yuria
"If the matter is urgent, we will arrange a trip back right away. There is a motor boat for emergencies." - Filia
While continuously experiencing the intense emotions transmitted through the link, the boy heavily nodded his head. As he dressed up, his cell phone rang from his pocket.
The caller was Jean.