"That must be the dungeon's rule. Let's not waste our energy."

The meal slot clanged open.

<Oh, well done, you're properly confined, Nightmare Couple guests!>

Through the gap, a devilish rabbit doll grinned at us. It was the black one we saw earlier, Labeekato.

<Tada! Now, let’s get into the explanation. This time, we’re diving into the demon realm literature religious genre, the pinnacle of it all! And here we go... drumroll!>

"......"

"......"

<It’s an Inquisition!>

Sigh...

Hoo...

Tesilid and I, who had already expected this, only sighed.

<This is the highlight of our theme park experience! Aren't you excited? So, let’s have some applause! Clap clap clap!>

"......"

"......"

<Oh, am I not hosting this?>

Since it was our problem, we clapped half-heartedly.

Labeekato assigned roles.

<Earlier, the incubus guest received a blessing, so now it’s time for the succubus guest to undergo the Inquisition. Please sit in the interrogation chair.>

"Since when did demons care about fairness?"

<That's right! Actually, I picked this role because you’re my type and I wanted to give you a good role!>

"How is this a good role... Ugh, no, forget it. Let’s just finish this quickly."

Before I could say more, I felt my breath becoming ragged and decided to stop.

I sat in the rough interrogation chair. Surprisingly, it felt comfortable to sit in.

‘Somehow, I feel like I don't want to get up...’

Then, a new directive dropped through the meal slot.

<Incubus guest, please draw a mission card.>

The choice fell to Tesilid. He hesitated for a moment, looking extremely serious, before picking a card.

The moment he flipped it over...

[ Warning! Your partner has drawn a 29+ rated mission!]

That hand is seriously a problem.

"......"

The shock was evident on Tesilid’s face as he read the mission card.

Eventually, his fingers couldn't hold the weight of the paper, and the card dropped to the floor.

"Let this blind me instead."

"What’s on it, Terry?"

"Don’t look."

He threw the 29+ card into the fireplace.

As the card burned up in the rising flames, Tesilid repeated his dry face-washing.

In truth, it seemed like it wasn’t his flushed face he wanted to wash away, but the bright red thoughts in his head.

Tesilid, finally returning to his calm and composed self, spoke to Labeekato.

"I’d like to redraw."

<It’ll cost 500 gold coins.>

These damn devils. They’re raising the stakes exponentially.

With both anxiety and expectation, I watched Tesilid’s second challenge. Would he be able to resolve the situation?

[ Warning! Your partner has drawn a 19+ rated mission!]

It seems Tesilid is definitely blessed by the mighty scales of the heavens.

"......Hah."

Tesilid, having read the contents, let out a sigh. This time, though, he didn’t drop the card.

"I’ll draw again."

<It’ll cost 5,000 gold coins.>

The puppet shrugged and tilted his head, as if asking if we could handle it.

This was where our problem began.

"Oh no, this is bad."

"Why?"

"We don’t have enough gold coins."

"......"

"......"

The rabbit doll’s eyes glinted.

<There’s no service for the penniless! Enjoy your time, guests!>

As the devil disappeared, the meal slot clanged shut, leaving the space we were in a perfect sealed room.

At this point, there was no choice. Plus, we were in our second year of marriage. There was nothing to be shy about.

First, we needed to understand the mission details. I reached out and grabbed the card from Tesilid. But...

"What? Why is there nothing written on the card?"

"Can’t you see the writing?"

"No."

"Hah......"

Tesilid sighed, tapping his forehead. His face, once pure like a saint’s, was now swept up in trial and agony, which strangely stirred my masochistic tendencies...

‘Damn it, this debuff!’

This wasn’t me. No, it wasn’t.

Just as I was desperately trying to separate my self-awareness, Tesilid removed his hand from his face, slowly lifting his head. His face, now free of despair, felt oddly unsettling.

"Well, maybe this is for the best."

"Huh?"

"There are things in the world that are better left unknown."

"What? What did you say?"

"Prior knowledge only feeds fear."

"Excuse me, darling?"

"Yeah, babe."

It seemed like he could hear my voice. But for some reason, his response to my call felt unusually heavy, almost too intense. Was it the damn debuff?

Yeah, it must be. Even ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) now, Tesilid was giving me that guilt-ridden look.

"Anyway, we have to do it."

"......"

"Sorry, babe."

His gentle and pitiful tone hit me at my core.

No, Terry! You’ve done nothing wrong! I’m fine!

Just as I was about to blurt out those words in his defense, I felt him brush my bangs aside with the graceful hand of a man.

"Now, we will begin the Inquisition."

It felt too familiar, that line.

That’s when I remembered my husband’s past, something I had forgotten until now.

[‘The Scales of the Soul Judge’ is in awe, recognizing you as a veteran Inquisition Judge.]

[‘The Bitter Tongue of the Balance’ expects you to behave as a seasoned heretic saint.]

[‘The Words that Build Worlds’ is enraged by the current situation and blocks the gods’ connections.]

That’s right. My husband had once worked as an Inquisition Judge in the Order of the Holy Scale.

He placed his hands on the armrests and leaned closer to me. As I was caught in his tender gaze, his soft hand brushed my cheek.

"If you cooperate, this will be over quickly. You need to clear your name, my saint."

Wait, but... No matter how experienced he is, does he really have to role-play so vividly?

I didn’t have time to think further.

"Ugh."

His hand, never very restrained to begin with, slid down my neck, parting my collar.

"This is the usual procedure."

"This is?"

"I need to check if there are traces of a curse. A body inspection."

Now, Tesilid, who had been so professional, blushed slightly at the ears. Of course, my face was also turning bright red.

He whispered as if trying to be considerate.

"I won’t strip you completely."

"That would be more embarrassing. Can’t I just undress myself?"

"It’s the judge’s job to do that."

His return to formal speech dispelled any hope of compromise. That must have been the content of the mission card.

With his familiar touch, my clothes were carefully lifted off my skin.

Though we had been married for two years, this strangely made me feel embarrassed.

Somehow, my body felt like it was heating up, and I quickly began running out of patience.

Trying not to focus on his touch, I turned my head to the side, but at some point, I noticed his hand had stopped moving altogether.

Looking up, I saw Tesilid staring blankly, like he was hypnotized.

"Excuse me...?"

"Oh, sorry. You’re just too beautiful."

His gaze was fixed on the black leather exposed between my clothes.

His face, flushed with heat, brushed my forehead before returning to his work.

"Excuse me."

The mission seemed to involve looking for traces of a curse or something. For that, merely glancing wouldn’t suffice.

His hand gathered my hair, exposing my nape.

"Nothing here..."

As if preparing to tidy me up, his fingers dug into my hair, combing it lightly.

The sensation on my scalp was shockingly electrifying. I almost moaned involuntarily.

For something so small?

I realized then. The damn debuff was making me sensitive to every touch.

Tesilid’s hand moved to my arm. He lifted it and examined the exposed area.

"Why can’t I see it?"

He muttered in confusion, and as if worried he had missed something, he checked my arm carefully again. And during that process, he did something unnecessary.

Oh, please, Terry.

Don’t subtly massage like that. I’m going crazy.

I tensed my jaw and held back. If I moaned now, something told me it would spiral out of control.

"Wasn’t it supposed to be on the upper body? Why is it...?"

That’s when Tesilid discovered a blind spot. Desperately hoping it was the answer, I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Excuse me, I’ll keep going."

At that moment, I felt a hot palm press against what was probably the softest part of my body. With a slight squeeze, he checked below.

"Nothing here either."

Oh, I’m really losing it.

"Let’s check the other side."

I’m really losing it...

"I think I’ve seen enough of the upper body."

I’m losing it...

"Could it be that the ‘upper body’ refers to something else, not the upper body itself? Hmm? Darling?"

I couldn’t bear his habitual touch anymore.

"......Hah."

And with that moan, I let out the thick desire I’d been holding in.

[ Warning. The Lust Debuff has reached its limit.]