Chapter 323: Non-Stop Release

The words hit like divine revelation. The sisters gasped, some of them tearing up on the spot.

"He...He really means it?" One of them whispered.

"Thank the Goddess...Thank the merciful Goddess..."

"I thought I was ready to die...but I really didn’t want to..."

They wept, they smiled, they trembled with hope renewed. Even in their sickness, their faces lit up like candles in the dark.

Fiona’s eyes shimmered, her voice unsteady with emotion.

"Truly? There’s a way? You...you can save us?"

Her composure cracked, desperation spilling from her like blood from a wound.

"Please...if there’s any chance...even if I don’t make it, please...save them. Save my sisters!"

"They deserve to live. They’ve done nothing wrong. Please, I’ll accept any fate for myself, but—"

Mika held up a hand, interrupting gently.

"Calm down, calm down. We’re not burying anyone today."

The room hushed once again.

Mika then walked toward the center and folded his arms, adopting a more serious tone.

"First, let me explain what’s actually going on in your bodies."

He glanced around the room, eyes steady.

"The thing that attacked you, it didn’t inject a venom or cast a spell. What it did...was much stranger."

"It embedded something living inside you. Not a creature, not a parasite, but a kind of intelligent toxin."

Fauna’s brow furrowed.

"It latched onto your mana source. It flows through you, hijacking your own energy like a wildfire eating up dry wood. That’s why you feel like you’re burning from the inside, why you can’t focus, why even your minds feel unstable. It’s a form of possession. A slow, creeping, corruptive one."

The sisters listened in wide-eyed silence.

"The traditional method to treat something like this?" Mika snorted. "Very old-school. You introduce another force into the body."

"Something...ahem...fluid. Cold. From a man."

"Basically a man’s seed." Mika finally said plainly. "You let it in, it counteracts the burning. Like cold water on a fire."

"It’s the oldest anti-aphrodisiac treatment ever recorded."

The sisters collectively recoiled. Several violently shook their heads.

"No."

"I refuse."

"Absolutely not. We swore vows—!"

"Relax." Mika said with a smirk, raising his hands. "I know, I know. I’m just giving background."

Then his smirk widened. "Luckily for you, there is another way."

Fiona blinked. "Another...?"

"Yes." He said. "The toxin is tangled with your mana. But the mana pathways that lead it are also linked to your body’s...pressure points. Its emotional centers. Its pleasure centers."

He let that hang in the air.

Fiona hesitated. "I don’t understand..."

"You will." Mika said before awkwardly going on to say, "The only way to force that toxin out without male intervention is to let it ride the stream outward."

"...Through release."

"Release...?" She echoed. "You mean...like using the bathroom?"

Mika laughed. "Not that kind of release."

He took a step closer, eyes locking with hers.

"I mean your release. Female orgasm. Ejaculation, if you want the technical term."

A stunned silence fell and Fiona stared at him, face frozen.

"You’re joking."

"I’m dead serious."

"You’re saying the only way to remove this thing is...for us to..."

"Yes."

Fiona’s lips moved wordlessly. One sister look like fainting. Another made a strangled squeak.

"I understand how crazy that sounds." Mika said. "But I’ve seen the reports. The mana signatures are consistent."

"So, if you...let go, your body will naturally flush the intruder out. No vows broken. No sin committed."

"Just...a deeply personal experience."

Hearing Mika’s words, the room fell into stunned silence once again—this time more intimate, more personal than ever before.

For all their vows, their training, their spiritual resolve, not a single soul in the room could pretend they weren’t affected by what he’d just said.

And Cecilia, ever the curious and skeptic one, stepped forward slowly. Her voice, though quiet, held a pointed curiosity.

"I...I’m sorry, but I still don’t fully understand."

Everyone turned to her.

She tilted her head slightly, brows furrowed in genuine confusion.

"You say the mana signatures are consistent, and that this method works. But if this method really is so simple, so natural, just a matter of a woman releasing herself..."

"...then why has no one else ever mentioned it before?"

"If the solution was that easy, wouldn’t it be common knowledge? Wouldn’t researchers, physicians, anyone in the medical field already know about this?"

The other doctors murmured in agreement.

One even added, "Yeah. We’ve never seen such findings published in any reputable magical or medical journal. It almost sounds made up."

Mika grinned, folding his arms. "That’s because, normally, it wouldn’t work."

Their confusion deepened, as he let out a soft chuckle and continued,

"See, here’s the thing—yes, a single release can help. It flushes a small portion of the toxin out of the mana circuits."

"You might feel better for a while—your heart stops racing, your mana calms down, the fire cools."

"But it doesn’t last."

"Because the toxin, like I said, isn’t just in one spot. It’s embedded deep, buried in your mana flow. One orgasm isn’t going to cut it."

Fiona looked up slowly. "Then...why bring it up at all if it won’t help?"

"Did I say it won’t help?" Mika smiled wryly, wagging a finger. "I said one release won’t be enough. But what if..."

His eyes glinted mischievously.

"What if a woman releases herself over and over again? Continuously. No pause. No break. Just wave after wave, until her body is practically exhausted, until the last trace of the toxin is purged through sheer overwhelming pressure?"

He smiled wider.

"Basically, if she squirts so much that she practically dehydrates herself doing it."

The color that flushed across the room could’ve rivaled sunrise.

One of the sisters nearly dropped her prayer beads.

Another slapped a hand over her mouth, while a third whispered, "Blessed Goddess..." as though invoking her would erase the mental image already burned into her skull.

And Fauna who had just learnt about art of making a women squirt almost felt like she was affected by the aphrodisiac with how much her body was warming up from his words.

Meanwhile, Fiona sat frozen, lips parted, eyes blinking like she couldn’t decide whether to scream or faint.

Her body still trembled with feverish tension, but now it was layered with an entirely new kind of heat—shame, disbelief, and some other feeling she dared not name.

"That’s..." One of the sisters finally stammered. "That’s absurd! This can’t be real! He’s just making this up, isn’t he?!"

Another added with sharp suspicion, "Are you trying to take advantage of us?"

Mika didn’t get mad. He didn’t flinch. He just slowly turned and gestured behind him—with a lazy nod—toward Lady Fauna.

And the sisters remembered.

She had said she trusted him completely.

That whatever he did—he would save them.

Their trust in her was unshakable. So if she believed in him, could they afford not to?

Still, the image Mika had planted was impossible to ignore. And Fiona—already flustered—suddenly found her mind pulled back to a memory she hadn’t wanted to recall.

That one night in the past, alone, when the fever was at its worst...when she’d been unable to sleep...her body soaked in sweat, her mind slipping into dangerous territory...and despite her prayers, despite her resistance, her trembling fingers had moved downward.

Again. And again. Until—

She shook herself. Hard.

"Mika...if I may call that."

She said hoarsely, almost afraid to ask.

"Even if what you’re saying is true...how exactly is a woman supposed to...release...so many times in a row? You make it sound like we’d need to do it nonstop. Over and over, consecutively..."

Another sister muttered. "That’s not humanly possible. Right?"

"Yeah, how could you even do something like that?!"

"Yes! I mean—I get exhausted after one time!" One enthusiastic sister shouted. And you’re saying we have to do it again and again and again!?"

Mika arched a brow. "So you do do it even though you’re a sister?"

The room froze and the sister’s face turned redder than a sunset.

"I–I didn’t mean it like—!"

But Mika smirked. "Too late. You admitted it."

And seeing that she was exposed, the sister puffed up and decided to fight back.

"D-Don’t act like I’m the only one! Just because we don’t touch men doesn’t mean we don’t...y’know. Touch ourselves. Don’t you dare act like you don’t!"

"I know you’ve all done it before!"

All around her, the sisters began blushing furiously, averting their eyes. Even Fiona looked mortified, her gaze flickering toward the floor.

Then—just as the tension reached a fever pitch—Mika chuckled.

"Oh, there’s no need to worry about that." He said casually. "Just leave it to me."

All eyes locked on him again.

"Or rather..." He held up his hand, fingers flexing slightly. "You should leave it to my hand."

The silence cracked like glass.

"...What?"

"I have a way..." He said calmly. "...to make a woman feel so much pressure, so much precise and targeted stimulation, that she can climax again and again."

"No recovery needed. No exhaustion. Just wave after wave."

"You’re joking."

"Not at all."

"B-But that’s impossible!" One of Cecilia’s colleagues barked. "No one has that kind of skill!"

"Yeah! You’re being ridiculous—"

"You expect us to believe that?!"

The accusations piled on again, but Mika didn’t budge. He didn’t falter.

He just looked...smug.

And then his eyes slowly turned, locking on Cecilia.

Her breath caught.

"The thing is..." Mika said, pointing casually. "...there are actually two people in this room who can back me up."

Every head turned, while Cecilia stood still, eyes wide, cheeks flushed crimson.

One of her colleagues blinked. "Wait. You mean—?"

"Go on, Cecilia." Mika just smirked. "You know it’s true. Help me out here."

Cecilia opened her mouth, shut it, opened it again. Her legs shifted. Her shoulders twitched with overbearing shame of being exposed.

But then she looked around. The other male doctors had already quietly slipped out of the room, giving the sisters space and respect.

Everyone left was either female, or Mika.

So, swallowing, Cecilia closed her eyes. Her voice came out trembling, but unmistakably clear.

"...He’s very...skilled. With his fingers."

The room went silent.

"I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like...it’s like he understands how to read you."

"How to pull it out of you. How to keep pushing at the exact moment when you’d normally stop. How to make it so that your body doesn’t get tired...just hungrier."

"L-Like a dam bursting again and again until you’re drained."

She glanced at Mika, then looked away with a burning face.

"So, if anyone could make a woman release herself again and again until she was emptied out...it’d be him and I’d say what he’s saying is definitely possible."