"DXD: Infinite Loot System"Chapter 333: Jeanne's Surrender (Part 2)
Jeanne d'Arc had always been proud.
She was the reincarnation of Saint Joan, chosen by fate and blessed with a Sacred Gear of immense power. Her swordsmanship was legendary, her command of magic formidable. Beauty, intelligence, strength—she possessed them all. Why shouldn't she hold her head high?
But pride wasn't her only armor. Jeanne was resilient. In her past life, faith had been her shield, but even that couldn't save her from betrayal and the flames of the stake. She'd died unjustly, robbed of everything.
This time, she swore things would be different.
She honed her Sacred Gear, mastered the blade, pushed herself in every way. No more passive suffering—she would seize control of destiny itself. Step by step, she climbed, until even Cao Cao took notice and named her an executive of the Hero Faction.
Power, status, authority—she finally had it all. Never again the tragic saint.
But just as Jeanne tasted triumph, Tenra Kamiyo shattered her world.
Her Sacred Gear—gone. Her freedom—gone. Even her most precious innocence, stolen by that arrogant bastard.
Any other woman might have broken. Jeanne did not.
Sacred Gear? Virginity? Whatever. Did he really think she'd yield so easily? Jeanne d'Arc was not so fragile.
She would endure. She would fight. She would take her freedom back.
Whips? Magic-induced brainwashing? Let him try. She'd face it all with unflinching resolve.
She steeled herself for every humiliation, every torment. She swore, silently, that she would never beg.
But that wasn't how Tenra broke her.
No whips. No mind tricks.
He played with her.
Again. And again. And again.
That damned Emperor of Lust!
Within his Time Domain, where minutes stretched into eternity, Jeanne was claimed and defiled by a demon. She screamed, she cursed, but it meant nothing. He toyed with her until she drifted into unconsciousness—time and time again.
How many times had she "died"? She lost count after the first hundred—thousands, maybe.
That she hadn't shattered completely felt like a miracle.
But it wasn't her strength that kept her together. It was Tenra's will. Whenever she reached her breaking point, he'd repair her body with his Sacred Gear, flood her spirit with energy, and—
Start all over.
Jeanne prided herself on her resilience, but even steel has a limit. Tenra smashed those limits, again and again.
Eventually, Jeanne began to question everything.
Who was she? Where was she? What did she even want?
At some point, she started to beg. She told herself it was tactical, not true surrender—but the words spilled out regardless.
Broken, restored, broken again—her sanity frayed with each cycle.
She gave ground in her heart, but Tenra showed no mercy. Even her pleas were ignored.
Struggle. Despair. Begging. The nightmare never ended.
And as the hours slipped by, something else began to terrify her.
Her mind knew only shame and humiliation, but her body responded with pleasure—deep, overwhelming pleasure.
She wanted to be played with. She wanted to be possessed. She wanted to be conquered.
These cravings grew stronger by the minute.
Jeanne realized, with mounting horror, her body was surrendering. Surrendering to Tenra Kamiyo. The idea of being claimed, being toyed with, became something she not only accepted—but craved.
And once her body yielded, her soul would be next.
No. She couldn't let that happen.
She fought harder, but her resistance only seemed to excite him further. It was useless. There was nothing left for her but to watch herself fall—step by step, into the abyss.
"Ahhh!"
Her mind spun, her head thrown back in delirium.
And when, at last, a wave of humiliating pleasure surged from the depths of her soul, Jeanne understood—
It was over.
The Time Domain faded. Tenra finally rose from his bed of sin.
Exhaustion weighed on him, but Jeanne's "training" was complete.
Jeanne lay sprawled on the sheets, covered in the marks of their debauchery, eyes vacant.
She'd surrendered—body and soul. Every fiber, every fragment of spirit bore Tenra's imprint.
Elsewhere, Irina's group lay tangled together, equally undone. Tenra had punished them at the same time, taking advantage of the chaos.
He looked down at Jeanne, brushing a hand over her flushed cheek. "Clean yourself up, Jeanne. I'll wait for you in the main hall."
A spark flickered in her eyes. "Yes, my Master," she replied, voice thick with adoration and submission.
Transformed by his touch, Jeanne's love was now twisted and absolute.
Tenra smiled wickedly, dressed, and left the room.
Jeanne's face burned with a feverish blush. She tried to stand, but her legs buckled after only two steps, sending her crashing to the floor.
Not surprising, really. After what her demon master had put her through, it would be a long time before her legs remembered how to hold her weight.
In the grand hall, Tenra lounged on his throne, chin resting on one hand. He waited, and eventually Jeanne appeared, freshly bathed and dressed.
She bowed deeply. "Greetings, Master."
Tenra's lips curled in a teasing smile. "Well, Jeanne? I told you you'd surrender."
Her cheeks reddened as she lowered her gaze. With a master this depraved and domineering, how could I not surrender?
Tenra waved her forward. "You all can come out now."
Jeanne was his, completely. No need for further games.
From the far side of the hall, a dozen girls emerged—Hero Faction captives, uniformed and brainwashed by Katerea, all now loyal to Tenra.
"Is it really you?"
"Lady Jeanne!"
No one needed to ask what had happened—they could read it in each other's eyes. Still, the reunion brought genuine happiness and excitement.
Tenra let them catch up for a moment, then addressed Jeanne:
"From now on, they're your subordinates. You'll lead them as before."
He snapped his fingers. Instantly, a dozen copies of the Codex of Divinitas et Diabolus and Holy-Demonic Swords materialized, one set for each girl—including Jeanne.
"These are my gifts. The Codex will cleanse your souls. The swords are your weapons."
"Train yourselves well. Your power now belongs to me."
Jeanne and the girls exchanged glances. They understood—this was their fate.
They accepted the Codex and sword, then knelt, heads bowed.
"Yes, Master!"
To be continued...
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