Demon of Lust in the Land of Water 10 (Patreon)

Demon of Lust in the Land of Water
Chapter 10

-VB-

In the end, the “church” - it was a cult - found itself a nice building just right up against the rich district and the eastern walls, which was considered to be the safest place to be outside of the rich district within Kirigakure.

Seeing as it was mostly the rich who funded it and not the ninjas, the “church” also found itself situated not just between the rich district and the wall but also the civilian district.

Yes, there were rich civilian districts in Kirigakure, however sidelined they generally were from the workings of its government.

“So what are you going to do?” she asked while resting from her latest round in bed with Alan. Ever since that exhibition demonstration (the only one she was ever going to do), Mei found herself as the “vice-director” of the Church of Aphrodite. Normally, a ninja would work for money or loyalty. In her case, Alan rewarded her handsomely with his time with her. Sometimes, it wasn’t even sex or cuddling.

He just made her feel good in many ways that the thought of not working for him was … not there.

Was it strange?

Yes.

Did she intend to pursue that line of thought?

No, because sex with him was a fucking great stress reliever after missions.

At this rate, she might be forced to retire, because she also couldn’t get him to stop finishing inside of her. She was taking teas and herbs for it, but they weren’t guaranteed to work and having sex with condom just … didn’t work for her.

What was she doing?

Oh right, asking Alan what he wanted to do now.

He set up this cult he wanted. He had her playing on his palm (and bed). He definitely spread the existence and message of his goddess.

Now what?

“Well, I just have to defend the temple from those who envy and seek to destroy it.”

She paused. “Oh, alright. Are you going to have me for the job?” she asked casually.

He looked at her in surprise. “You’re not shocked.”

She smirked at him as she leaned back, making her robes slid apart more, and only her erect nipples kept the robes from falling away from her smooth and glistening breasts.

“Of course not, Alan. At the end of the day, I’m a kunoichi, a ninja. It’s my job to consider violence as a solution, and I know for a fact that there will certainly be people who want you gone either because they’re stuffy or because they simply don’t like you.”

He hummed in agreement as he brought a fresh green tea out.

Sitting across from her in Alan’s living quarters deep within the temple, she couldn’t believe that she was sleeping with a literal demigod.

All of the things she’s seen from him could be construed or rationalized as being a powerful ninja, but he’s shown her so much for her to think so incorrectly.

For one, this entire temple with its vines, marble columns, statues, and Alan’s living quarters underneath it appeared overnight. The only reason why the Mizukage or other ninjas were not demanding the temple be torn down was because it had been built on a plot of land donated to Alan by a very happy merchant couple (who told her that they were able to re-ignite the spark of their romance thanks to “Head Priest” Alan) and because there were no building code in Kirigakure’s laws; despite how lawless Kirigakure might appear to outsiders, everyone inside followed laws… to a degree.

It was only this morning that she saw him literally make this temple, twisting space, earth, and more.

She … saw things she didn’t know and was very unhappy to know. It was why she dragged him to his quarters when she demanded to know where they could have some privacy and fucked her own brains out.

Yes, she didn’t want to think or remember anything right now.

“But you don’t have to worry about it.”

She frowned at his words. “Why not?” She knew that he wasn’t one to think of women as being weak and whatnot, but if he did out of formality, then she was also going to kick his balls out of formality.

“Because the one manipulated to try to kill me has already been taken care of.”

She blinked. “Huh?”

“Hmm?”

Her heart began pounding. “What do you mean there’s someone already out to kill you?!” she asked frantically. “It’s not the Mizukage, is it?!”

“Oh no. Well, he is. I don’t see why Mizukage would personally tell him about you and me.”

“... Me?” she asked incredulously.

“Yup. Apparently, this guy had a romantic crush on you for some time, so when he heard that I had ‘seduced’ you enough to fuck you in public-”

“And I’m telling you that I will never do that again,” she snapped waspishly.

“I know. Anyways, that guy kind of became murderous and came here halfway through our session.”

She blinked. “Wait, you’re aware of what’s happening above ground?”

They were underground, after all.

“Yes. Anyways, I took care of him.”

“You … didn’t kill him, right?” Whoever it was, she didn’t care. But the idea that her situation might get even more complicated was not a good news.

“Oh no, no, no… I just asked my goddess to talk with him.”

She frowned. “... What could that accomplish?”

“Seeing as he is now in love with a civilian woman who has loved him for years and they are in his room, I think that I took care of a problem without causing us more immediate trouble.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “... I suppose that the Mizukage is really after you?”

“Only me?” he asked knowingly.

“I’m a kunoichi of Kirigakure,” she huffed. “If I thought you were a negative influence to the village, then I would kill you personally.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet! You’d do it personally!”

“Shut up!” she snapped as she blushed. Forcing herself to calm down after closing her eyes for a moment, she opened her eyes and glared at him, demanding that he be more serious. “So the Mizukage is your enemy. Not an open enemy but an enemy nonetheless. What are you going to do about that?”

Alan was, if anything, someone with a plan.

Seeing how he expected trouble and took care of it without bloodshed, she suspected that he already had a plan for having the Mizukage as his enemy.

When he grinned impishly, she shivered.

“I will show him what love and passion could be!”

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to seduce the man.”

“Well, no. I’m not this type or the right gender.”

“Then?”

“I think he has antisocial disorder, so I’m going to fix it!”

Was that a mental disorder? No one could “fix” a mental disorder.

But then she remembered that he “constructed” this temple from the very fabric of reality and some parts of it from beyond the veil.

She shuddered.

“Just … don’t break him too much.”

“No promises.”

“And don’t show him beyond the veil.”

“Okay, okay.”

“... You swear?”

“I swear.”

“You swear to?”

“I swear to not break his mind like I did what yours by showing him beyond the veil.”

“Good. Good.” She glared. “But now I’m remembering again.”

The tea untouched, he chuckled as he approached her and pulled her robe aside, exposing all of herself to him again. She didn’t even blush anymore because -.

“Then I think a prescription of mind numbing and fatigue inducing sex marathon is in order,” he whispered before kissing her.

-because passion, sex, sexy passion, and passionate sex was as natural as breathing when she was with Alan.

Other people drank to forget.

She fucked to forget.