Chapter 174: The Day an Angel is Defiled (1)
"Ha… What a mess."
Right now, the capital was in complete chaos.
News had spread about the angel golems that attacked the White Rose Knights at the border. Somehow, rumors had twisted into tales of divine punishment, with claims like "God is angry and has sent angels to punish the knights."
Most dismissed it as nonsense and ignored it. However, a handful of fanatics were causing trouble, loudly proclaiming things like, "I knew it! This sinful kingdom deserves to be destroyed!" and stirring up unrest.
Even as they were being arrested, these fanatics shouted nonsense about angels judging the kingdom, God abandoning the nation, and humanity being too corrupt to deserve divine protection. Some were even urging people to donate all their possessions to their cult leader in exchange for indulgences.
"Indulgences? Seriously?"
This practice was a relic of the past when the church was at its most corrupt. Specifically, during the fall of the divine age and the rise of the demon era, indulgences were sold by the church to raise funds, claiming they could ward off the demon hordes. People foolishly believed in them, but when the demons invaded and massacred everyone, the first to be devoured were those who trusted in the indulgences. This incident destroyed the church's authority, to the point that priests were hunted and killed by the populace.
Of course, religion eventually made a comeback. After years of underground faith, the public perception of religion improved thanks to the efforts of a saint chosen by the Goddess of Love and Marriage. But seeing indulgences being sold again, even as a relic of a bygone era, was utterly absurd.
"Hey, arrest those two."
Levin and I, under orders to maintain the city's security amidst the chaos, approached two individuals—a wrinkled old man and a middle-aged woman—who were loudly peddling indulgences and pocketing the money. We confiscated their indulgences and began refunding the people who had been scammed.
"Ladies and gentlemen! This is what they are! Human foolishness is repeating itself! The same foolishness that brought about the demon era is back! God hasn't abandoned us, but if humanity abandons God, the divine can no longer protect us!"
The old man screamed dramatically, but instead of escalating the issue, Levin simply incapacitated him with a mana-infused strike to the solar plexus, rendering him unable to move.
"For the record, the official church doesn't sell indulgences. These people are con artists."
"Oh, I remember that guy! He was around when the saint was handing out cookies!"
Thankfully, a child who had seen me during the Holy Week vouched for me, dispelling the crowd's doubts.
"Oh, you know me? But call me older brother, not uncle."
"Soldiers are uncles!"
Damn it. The moment you join the knights, kids automatically start calling you "uncle." I even once witnessed someone my age calling a knight "uncle," which was a shocking experience.
"Alright, everyone, please collect your refunds. How much did they sell these for?"
"1,000 gold."
"These bastards charged that much? That's ridiculous."
"How dare you call the apostle of God a bastard! You will suffer divine punishment!"
If divine punishment were so easily dispensed, wouldn't I have already been struck down by the Goddess of Love and Marriage for that time I annoyed her? Given that I was still standing, it seemed the gods were more tolerant than I expected.
The crowd murmured. Most people were content to collect their refunds, but a few clung to their indulgences, murmuring, "But what if it's real?" I didn't bother forcing them to give them up—it wasn't worth the trouble.
'Did the Sytorax Republic design their new weapon to look like angels to create this kind of chaos?'
Glowing wings, a flaming sword, a blazing shield, and a strikingly beautiful figure.
The angel golem's appearance perfectly matched the common image of an angel. From a distance, it was easy to mistake it for one, even I had briefly wondered if it was a divine manifestation when I first saw it. How much more convincing must it be for those who've only heard of it through rumors?
Fortunately, Seyra the guardian dragon planned to hold a public announcement using the parts recovered by the White Rose Knights to dispel the misinformation. The chaos would settle down soon.
"Well… it's as beautiful as an angel, I'll give it that."
Currently, the angel golem was stored in Seyra's secret vault, its wings crumpled and its clothes removed. Bound tightly, it looked like a sleeping angel descended from the heavens.
Its arms were bent to the maximum limit of its joint movement range, tied behind its back to prevent escape. The wings were also secured, interfering with any potential movement. Though its legs were technically unrestrained, there was a reason they weren't bound.
"I've been waiting for this."
This angel golem was intended to replace the intelligence device I had lost last time—essentially, my personal toy. I planned to use the lower body parts of the golem for my own purposes.
"..."
To prevent it from making noise, I had disabled its voice-output device at its neck. Its glowing purple eyes stared at me in hostility, likely attempting to transmit a signal.
'Not that it's possible.'
Seyra had already checked and removed all components capable of communication with the Sytorax Republic. The golem had no way to contact its creators.
While its voice-output component was separate and theoretically still functional, I had silenced it because it kept spewing vile curses and disruptive chatter. It was undergoing "enforced silence training."
"They really made the legs well…"
The angel golem's parts were crafted from a smooth material resembling human skin. When pressed, it felt slightly soft, but when more force was applied, it became firm—a mysterious texture.
As I stroked its thigh, it twisted its waist as if recoiling in disgust. Placing my hand on its hip, I detached its lower half. Its purple eyes glowed with fear and began to flicker rapidly.
"Stay still. I'll use you as I see fit."
The golem's upper body contained genetic storage units, but there was no risk of it escaping to the Sytorax Republic with my DNA. Besides, the sight of its lower half detached and exposed was intriguing. Moving the entire upper body was cumbersome, so I often preferred using just the lower half.
In fact, the legs themselves were heavy enough that I'd taken to detaching the pelvis and thighs for convenience, leaving the legs on the table while only using the pelvic section.
"It seems dry… is it low on fuel?"
The angel golem's body was originally filled with a white fluid. However, after prolonged use and stimulation—forcing it to expel the fluid repeatedly—its reservoir had nearly dried out, leaving its smooth genitalia uncomfortably dry.
'If I use it like this, it'll definitely chafe.'
Regrettably, I hadn't brought any lotion or lubricant. Using water was an option, but that would cause swelling and irritation when I withdrew later. Without proper lubricant, it was better to avoid using it altogether.
"Guess I don't have a choice."
In this situation, my backup plan was to use Mollang, my trusty slime companion. Reaching into my bag, I retrieved her.
"Mollang, I need you to go inside here."
Because Mollang was accustomed to entering narrow spaces like knot holes and rock crevices, when she saw the lower body part of the angel golem I was presenting, she immediately started pushing her head into the opening.
Plop.
Since the hole was quite tight, Mollang's lower half popped out at the waist area, her face emerging from the other side. Inside the narrow opening, she inserted her lower body, while her upper half pressed against the exposed tip of my cock, gently nudging it.
"Oh… as expected, Mollang has the best texture for this."
Since the lower body was connected to the upper body's sensations, the angel golem's restrained torso reacted visibly. Its shoulders twitched as if to recoil, and its armpits visibly tensed, while its nipples began to stiffen ever so slightly. Watching these small changes added a unique pleasure to using the angel golem.
Splurt!
As my shaft swelled significantly, the pressure forced Mollang out toward the waist's opening. She wrapped herself tightly around the head of my cock, and as her core pressed against me, I released a load of semen directly into her.
Squelch!
Under the tight grip of the angel golem's high-pressure vaginal walls, Mollang squeezed around the tip of my cock, making the ejaculation forceful. However, Mollang didn't let a single drop spill, absorbing all of it into her body.
'Phew… I'll have to rely on Mollang more in the future.'
Normally, after using the lower body of the angel golem like this, I'd have to meticulously wash it, dry the genital area, and leave it exposed for proper hygiene. But now, with Mollang absorbing all the semen, I didn't need to go through such a tedious cleaning process.
"What? Do you have something to say?"
After extracting Mollang, now half-filled with semen, I approached the angel golem with her lower body still attached to my cock.
Though her wings were bent, her arms tied, and her body restrained in a pitiful state, I reminded myself that she was merely artificial intelligence housed in a golem. Moreover, this was a weapon of war that had attacked the kingdom and caused significant damage, so I didn't feel much sympathy.
"Alright. Speak."
The angel golem didn't have enough power left to even bite my finger. Feeling safe, I inserted my finger into her mouth and reattached the voice-output component near her throat. Once I ensured the device clicked securely into place, I let go.
[Kuhh…!]
As my finger stimulated her throat, the angel golem writhed, twisting her bisected upper body as if trying to expel the foreign object. However, I held her jaw in place to prevent the part from being dislodged. Only after I confirmed the component was securely reinstalled did I release her.
[Grrk…! Sytorax Republic Development Team 5… Requesting response…! Requesting retrieval team… Location code… 890-1577189…]
Even though she was desperately sending out distress signals, the communication device had already been removed, rendering her attempts meaningless.
"I'm getting bored with the lower half. Should I try removing this part next?"
Oh, and there was one secret that Seyra didn't know about.
The angel golem's chest and genitalia were softer than the rest of its body. While playing with her disassembled parts, I discovered something interesting: if I pressed on a specific lump near the top of her chest with my fingers and tugged lightly, it would unlock a hidden latch.
Click.
When the latch released, the chest components detached, revealing the soft material underneath. Supporting the underside of her chest with my palm, I pushed upward, separating the chest part from the rest of the body.
Plop.
Beneath the detached chest parts was a special flesh-toned metal frame crafted by the Sytorax Republic. Despite its synthetic origin, the chest part was pleasingly soft and had a springy texture that made it enjoyable to squeeze and play with.
Rather than using her entire body, I often just detached the chest parts, keeping my hands occupied while saving time and effort. Though the parts cooled quickly after separation, making it clear they weren't organic, they felt similar to human skin when touched—aside from being slightly stiffer.
Her nipples, in particular, were incredibly soft and squishy. Twisting and rubbing them produced a pleasant sensation.
[Human… knight, incomprehensible. Intentionally stimulating neural circuits after detaching chest parts…]
"You say it's incomprehensible, but the tighter reactions from your lower body suggest otherwise."
[Incomprehensible. Malfunction detected in lower-body parts. Critical error identified following synchronization with artificial intelligence. Requesting inspection by command team.]
"Recently, I've come to realize something. Naturally-born creatures might have erogenous zones beyond their control, but homunculi and golems, which are designed from the ground up, are a different story."
Deliberately, I brought her pink chest part closer to my mouth and began licking it.
The underside of the chest, where it connected to the frame, seemed designed to respond to suction. As I sucked on it, I began to understand its purpose.
"So, this chest that reacts when touched, and this lower body that tightens around a man—these weren't accidents. They were designed that way."
[Incomprehensible. No such function has been confirmed.]
"If sucking on your nipples creates an opening to extract something, doesn't that mean…"
As I approached the terrified angel golem, whose chest and lower body had already been stripped, I pointed to her chest and said:
"Your chest was designed to produce milk."