Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead - Chapter 1054: Something I Would Rather Not Have Known

The sky was painted gray forever. The light of the sun was restrained. The darkness of the night was deeper than ever. At such a time, he belonged to a class people didn’t even recognize as ’human’. He was at the bottom of the social stratum, a slave. And when his only family was taken away from him... he no longer had a purpose in life. Yet, he clung to life because of his promise. And he set an impossible goal for himself, just so he’d have an excuse to live. When he finally reached a place he never expected to be, in pursuit of a purpose he expected to fail and die miserably trying to fulfill... he awoke to a night that would change his entire life. He was an insignificant fly, a mere speck in the destruction of the Empire. But he... survived. And, despite being a slave, he gained the blessing of a king. Or rather, the curse...

He was the cold-blooded prince of the Jin country. Decisive and smart, he had looked down on the world with apathy and disdain.

[Warning 18+ Hentai Novel]After his parents move overseas for work, Haruto, a 19-year-old boy, is sent to live with his grandfather in a quiet rural village of Japan. Far away from the city’s noise, he expects a boring, lonely life surrounded by rice fields and temples.But the countryside holds secrets—behind the modest smiles of the villagers are girls who burn with unspoken desire. From the widow next door who bathes naked by the river, to the shy schoolgirl working at the family inn, to the shrine maiden with a hidden craving for cock—Haruto’s arrival stirs a wave of lust in this quiet place.Soon, he finds himself entangled in nights of steamy encounters, sucking and licking pussy under the moonlight, feeling warm tits pressed against him, getting blowjobs in hidden barns, and filling tight, dripping cunts with his cock until they overflow.For Haruto, the countryside isn’t peaceful at all—it’s a paradise of naked bodies, moans echoing through the fields, and endless forbidden pleasure.

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.