Chapter 3

She suddenly raised her hand, using all her strength to grab the claws that could tear steel, and viciously clawed at her towering left breast—which had once been Raine's solid pectoral muscles, but was now one of the succubi's most alluring features.

Sizzle—!

The horrific sound of flesh being torn apart was clearly audible. Intense pain shot through her, yet she felt a surge of pleasure! It was Rein's punishment for his own depravity! Deep purple blood gushed forth, flowing down her snow-white skin, mixing with the semen stains to create a bizarre and terrifying scene.

But the next moment, the horrific wound began to writhe and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Pink new flesh grew, the torn skin closed up, and in just a dozen breaths, the deadly, terrifying scratch had vanished without a trace! Only perfectly intact, delicate skin remained, without even a scar!

It was as if the self-harming act just now was just an illusion.

"No...no!!!" She stared in horror at her chest, which had returned to normal, and let out an even more **** scream.

She swung her claws again, this time viciously slashing at her own cheek—the face that had captivated countless men and led them to their deaths!

The pain returned, and blood blurred my vision.

But healing happened again. Soon, her face was flawless again, even more alluring due to the blood and the brief damage.

"Why?! Why won't you let me destroy it?!" She went completely mad, tearing her arms, abdomen, and thighs apart with her claws again and again, leaving herself with one horrifying wound after another. Each time brought intense pain and a brief sense of relief, but what followed was a ****, rapid self-healing process.

Inside the nest, she was like a trapped beast, frantically mutilating herself. Purple blood splattered, landing on the fungal carpet and being quickly absorbed. Painful screams and cries echoed endlessly.

Soon, she was covered in blood, but it was almost all her own. New wounds overlapped with old ones, but the old wounds always healed instantly. The intense exertion finally left her exhausted, and she collapsed to her knees with a thud, thick purple blood pooling beneath her.

She was breathing heavily, and looking at her arms that had quickly become smooth and new, a sense of utter helplessness and despair finally overwhelmed her.

Self-destruction... He can't even do that.

This body is a true curse. It not only **** her into depravity, but also deprived her of even the right to liberation.

She struggled to crawl to a corner of the lair. There lay the remnants of her battle from the previous day—the longsword named "Annihilation." It remained cold and hard, stained with Lilith's black blood, representing the will and power that Rein had once possessed.

Now, it is the only salvation.

Her trembling, blood-stained hands gripped the cold hilt of the sword. The familiar touch sent a sharp pain through her—a coldness and hardness that seemed so out of place with her warm, soft body.

“Raine…” she murmured the name, as if it were the only spell.

She held the sword to her neck. The cold metallic touch sent a chill down her spine.

With just one pull... it was all over. The will of Raine, the body of Lilith, this damned curse... it was all over.

Courage. What she needs is courage.

But her hands were trembling violently. As Raine, he had faced **** countless times and never flinched. But now, the shadow of **** loomed over him, bringing with it an unprecedented fear.

This fear doesn't stem from the dread of annihilation, but from… uncertainty. What would it mean to die like this? Would it be Rein's release, or yet another of Lilith's schemes? Where would the soul go?

It also stemmed from... the body's primal resistance. This succubus's body feared ****; it screamed in resistance, every inch of skin, every cell yearning to survive, yearning to continue existing and enjoy that ultimate pleasure. That powerful survival instinct, like invisible shackles, tightly bound her arms.

"Aaaaah—!" she cried out in frustration, her arms hanging limply at her sides. The Annihilation Sword clattered to the obsidian floor, the crisp sound echoing through the cave, mocking her weakness.

They didn't even have the courage to die.

It was a complete... failure.

Raine is gone. All that remains is a pathetic creature wearing Lilith's skin, unable even to end his own life.

An overwhelming grief gripped her. She curled up on the cold ground like an abandoned cub, weeping bitterly. Her cries were no longer delicate, but filled with primal sorrow and despair. Tears streamed down her face, washing away the blood and stains, dripping onto the ground.

She wept for the dead farmers, for the glory she had tarnished, and for the man named Renn who had vanished.

The cries echoed for a long time in the dark lair, until the voices were hoarse, until the tears had dried up, leaving only silent sobs and utter nothingness.

She curled up like that, as if time itself had lost its meaning.

until……

The moss at the top of the cave gradually faded.

Night fell once more.