Festering Desire

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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From outside of the shadow realm, above the town's hospital, a colossal spire of Anima was briefly seen shooting into the sky. At the same time, several smaller spires appeared from the monoliths hidden deep within the mountains in resonance. Only a handful of Anima users around the town were alerted by the anomaly.

As dark clouds began to conjure ominously from above, covering the town with light drizzles of rain, the rest of the unsuspecting residents were still living their days as usual.

However, the energy that radiated from the beam had attracted the foul creatures of the abyss, directly summoning their existence within the town; the outburst of abyssal energies had weakened the space around the region.

They were joined with spiritual entities that were lured out from the mountains; a horde of monsters was starting to parade the streets.

In the living room of a random house, a creature emerged from the ceiling above and creepily dropped down on an unsuspecting victim watching TV. It suddenly grabbed onto his head, twisted his spine and pulled him into its mouth. The creature then disappeared back into the ceiling, leaving a headless body spurting blood on the sofa.

Meanwhile, his wife upstairs was checking out her dynamite body in the mirror. Then, her reflection suddenly became distorted; a pair of hands quickly stuck out from her reflection and pulled her body inside. The glass was soon shattered into pieces, with blood oozing out from each of the fragments.

Yet, the sequence of unfortunate events was not finished.

At the playground, beneath an old blooming oak tree, a group of children were playing despite the rain. It was then, thick vines uprooted from the ground and pierced into their bodies. Before they even had time to scream, these poor kids quickly became withered hollow husk as the vines retracted back into the ground.

The town was erupting into chaos, there were untold numbers of supernatural cases rarely recorded in any place in the world; this kind of event usually heralded a catastrophe ahead.

Fortunately, the government agents that were stationed here to deal with the cult were already responding to the emergency; another long series of unpaid overtime for Jean and her colleagues awaits the team.

"Jean, bring your team to assist the main group in district C! We are detecting a strong Anima signature."

"Call reinforcement from the Atlantic branch! Things are getting out of hand in the south!"

Within the town's supernatural bureau branch, which was right within the local police department, alarms were triggering left and right and calls for help were coming in nonstop. A chaos no better than the town was happening within the office.

"Rookie, we are short on hands, so you are coming with me." Jean called out to a young man sitting at the corner, who was still learning how to do the paper works.

"Ah?! Already? But ma'am, I haven't received my safety training yet!" He replied in a frantic manner; the young man was the replacement of the previous greenhorn who went *missing in action*.

"Doesn't matter, I will teach you along the way. Gear up and meet me outside in three minutes!"

And thus, another misguided soul was tasked to follow his superior to hell. Looking at the broken talisman in her hand, the female agent sensed that something had gone terribly wrong.

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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.