"!"
Balga's words became the final straw.
They jolted Lucius awake from the indescribable pleasure and pain consuming him.
He looked down at his barely covered body, then at the dumbstruck crowd around him. Finally, his gaze fell on the Humanoid Slime still writhing before him.
"No! This isn't me—this is a setup—"
Overwhelmed by confusion, Lucius could barely form a coherent sentence.
But more than anything, he felt despair.
Even under the drug's influence, his mind had not completely faded. He had been forced to watch, fully aware of everything that happened.
He remembered the pleasure his body had felt, and the shock and disgust on every face when Tie Feng kicked open the door.
He had sensed every last moment of it!
But only he knew what devilish scheme that despicable bastard John Maslow had used against him!
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!
Lucius screamed the words in his mind, a murderous fury blazing in his eyes.
That moment of clarity lasted only an instant before instinct took over again. He sank helplessly back into his "paradise" of pleasure, and the noises he made stripped his earlier claims of all credibility.
"Ah, Cleric Lucius, you... Never mind. I'll report this to the governor exactly as it happened."
Wendy looked at Lucius, trapped in his state of "paradise," and spoke in a grave tone. "I'll also notify your Church headquarters."
"Until then, please remain in the church. It's for your safety, and for the Church's reputation."
"But I truly don't understand why you would do something like this... Ah."
"No... It wasn't me..."
"You don't have to explain. We understand. Monks are human too, after all. It's only natural to have needs."
"Of course, even if we understand, doing this with a magical beast is a bit... Never