Chapter 614 – Episode 613 – Extra Vengeful Ghosts Are Contaminated

[Obey.]

I hear a voice in my head.

[Obey your master.]

Not just the head. A voice is heard throughout the body.

[Master is your happiness itself. Don’t give up on happiness. Obey your master for happiness.]

The voice telling her to obey the man who was her enemy constantly tormented Nimtree, a woman with short purple hair. Nimtree was desperately resisting to obey this voice.

‘I don’t obey. I will not obey. I will never do it!’

That man is an enemy. This is the enemy who burned down his own hometown. He is an enemy who turned all the people he was friendly with into livestock. How could he submit to his enemy? It would be better for him to bite his tongue and die. Even if there are two heavens, I will never obey!

It was Nimtree that promised that, but

[No, you must obey. Obey unconditionally.]

The voice completely denied Nimtree’s will.

[Your body and your soul both belong to the master. Objects must not go against the will of their owners. It must move according to the will of the owner. Resistance is absolutely prohibited. This is something you should never do.]

[All the people you love are alive. It is alive and being cared for by its owner. They serve as their master’s livestock. They have no regrets. I am just happy.]

[Do not give up the happiness you are seeking. Get it. Then you will gain eternal peace.]

A voice that resonates from cell to cell. I feel like I’m surrounded by a lot of people. Those people became a huge swamp, and the neem tree was sinking in the swamp. Nimtree was struggling to escape, but it was just a meaningless struggle. Her consciousness gradually became consumed by voices.

Still, Nimtree did not give up its resistance.

‘I will not obey. I will never do it. ‘I won’t do it, I won’t!’

The moment you do this, everything will end. He will not be able to achieve revenge and will meet a miserable end. Like so many broken-hearted women here, she will be reduced to livestock.

I don’t want to be like that. I don’t want to end up like that. Who wants to end up as a puppet? This body does not belong to anyone, and this soul does not belong to anyone. It’s all your own. It means that it is not anyone’s property.

So I’ll get out of there. I will definitely escape from this hell. I will escape and definitely get revenge.

And then…

‘I can receive praise from my master.’

You will be praised for doing well and for being great. You will also be given a reward. He will ravage you with that magnificent penis. You will be able to become pregnant and conceive a soldier for your master. She will be able to provide plenty of breast milk for her master.

There is no reward as good as that anywhere in the world…

“No!”

Nimtree came to her senses and screamed.

“No, no, no, no!”

To think that you can receive praise from your enemy. Nimtree was greatly shocked by the fact that she had a delusion that she should not have had. She was resisting the voice telling her to obey, and she didn’t want to believe that for a moment she had given in to that voice.

However,

[Well done. You did really well. That is the mindset of a slave.]

The voice is praising.

[Don’t forget that feeling from now on. Engrave it deep in your heart. If you can do that, you will become a great livestock.]

She is praising him for behaving befitting a slave. I sincerely praise you. Nimtree didn’t want to hear that praise,

‘Why, why…’

Why does it feel so good? There is no need for this kind of praise, so why do we think it is good? Why do I think I like it?

Why, why?

No,

Why do doubts arise?

‘This is natural, but why…’

Why are you doubting? Why do you find it strange? This is not strange. I am doing what my master likes, so why do I have doubts? Isn’t embracing it itself strange?

Yeah, this is really weird…

“No, no, no!”

Nimtree, who came to her senses again, denied it.

“No, no, no…”

Do not obey I will not obey. You must not obey. The moment you obey, everything is over.

I need to keep repeating that, so why can’t I do it? Why, why? Why does the weight keep tipping towards surrender?

“What do you mean it’s not?”

“Huh?”

There was a woman who spoke kindly into the ear of a confused slave.

“How can I say no to a topic that just goes away by doing this?”

“Huh?”

She was a woman with light green long hair. Whispering into her neem tree’s ear, her lady put her left arm across her cleavage and rubbed her body. Nimtree convulsed as her womanly breast touched her skin. Her love juice flowed endlessly between her crotch.

A small puddle quickly formed where she was standing.

“Don’t resist, give in. Now that we’ve caught you, that’s the only path you can take. That’s the only way, so why reject fate?”

The name of this woman who uses her arms of the neem tree as if she were a baton is Ismeda. Even now, she was still trying her best to coax Nimtree into despair.

Of course

“I will scold a child who does not listen.”

“Hey?”

Knowing that words would not do it, she bit the neem tree’s ear and chewed it thoroughly. The simple act of chewing gave goosebumps to the neem tree.

“Quickly surrender. Pledge your loyalty. Your defeat was assured from the moment we received power. Since we have no means to win, shouldn’t we just follow nature?”

Isme pulled Nimtri’s arm closer to her. Nimtree’s left arm became even more buried in the apricot-colored mass. In that state, Isme began rubbing her body more persistently. Nimtree’s body trembled at the feeling of soft skin grazing her skin. Nimtree moaned, and his love juices flowed down his thighs.

Isme wiped away her love juices flowing down her thighs with her hands. I licked her love juice directly from her hand.

“Uhm…”

She looked as if she was lost in thought,

“It’s sweet.”

The corners of her mouth rose. Isme smiled at Nimtree, as if she was teasing her.

“This sweetness means that surrender is not far away. Are you saying you don’t want to, but in reality you want to shout that you want to surrender?”

“Don’t be crazy. I’ve never had those feelings!”

“Then let’s check.”

Another person joined the conversation. The person immediately lowered her hand.

“Oh, no, don’t do it… Huh?”

Before the neem tree could dry, the light green short-haired woman inserted her finger into her crack. As soon as she put it in, more clear water flowed out. As she started poking, more and more water flowed.

“No, I don’t want to. No more… Haeuuuuu?”

Within a few minutes, the neem tree reached its peak. Her eyes opened, her body went limp, and the water poured down like a waterfall.

“Hmm…”

A woman with light green short hair who brought the nim tree to its peak. The woman hugging her right arm licked her love juice off her hand as Isme did.

After a while, she too laughed like Isme.

“I have it.”

Arva, the short-haired woman who took over the body of her phantom thief and reincarnated her as her own daughter, looked at her nim tree with a teasing expression.

“It’s sweet. Sweet means you’re ready to give in. It’s really clever of you to deny that.”

“Who is the smart one? You are the smart one… Huh?”

“There’s a lot to say.”

Just as Isme did, Arva also pulled her Nimtri’s arm closer. She rubbed her body more insistently. Every time her soft skin brushed against her arm, her neem tree was in constant convulsion.

“Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!”

Not only was she being grabbed by two women wearing black bodysuits on her left and right, but she was also being forcibly hugged.

It didn’t end with just a hug.

‘They keep coming in…’ .’

Nimtrim’s body was covered by a black suit that clearly exposed her body, just like the one worn by the Phantom Thieves.

It wasn’t just about covering her body.

The black suit that covered her body penetrated even inside. Penetrating the skin and even inside the muscles. Penetrates the muscles and even the bones. It pierced through the bones and even into the organs inside them. Like Isme and Arva, Nimtrim was becoming one with the suit.

As they became one, Nimtrim’s thoughts were becoming more and more unified.

‘I serve my master.’

To serve her own true master, Grid.

The grid is everything to you.

I sacrifice my body and soul for Grid.

Voices are also shouting that this is right. It is telling you to follow it because it is right. There is no lie in those words.

‘No, no…’

Of course, Nim trim resists,

‘It’s not, it’s not, why…’ .’

How long can you resist? Is it possible for her to hold on when her mind is already being infected? How long can we defend against the voices filled with the will of two women?

Maybe she knows but is pretending not to know.

The fact that her ending has already been decided.

“I think it’s almost over.”

Grid and Kangrim were having fun watching the extra revenge demons fall into the abyss.