Chapter 393
Chapter 393
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 393
Chapter Title: The Last Supper (4)
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In Busan’s Yeongdo Shipyard, a super-giant container ship that had finished assembly inside the dry dock and was awaiting its launch was moored.
Length 400 meters, height 35 meters, width 62 meters—a massive vessel capable of loading over 23,000 twenty-foot containers.
This yet-to-be-christened behemoth, the largest container ship in the world, bore the weight of expectations that it would usher in a new era of revival for Korea’s declining shipbuilding industry.
The place where Bianca had dragged Takasho was inside the cargo hold of the container ship.
With construction still incomplete, the hold wasn’t packed with containers yet, exposing the guide rails and evoking the image of a vast forest made entirely of steel.
For a party, timing and location were everything.
Just from the selection of guests and venue, one could glimpse the host’s flair.
In that sense, Bianca was quite satisfied with her choice.
A danse macabre of life and death unfolding amid the dense frames packed tight like fish bones.
How could it not be magnificent?
“Hmm, hmmm~”
Bianca had scurried around the hold diligently, putting finishing touches on plausible decorations before Takasho woke up.
She’d tweaked the interior just enough to avoid it feeling too barren, adding a touch of dramatic flair.
Then she stood before Takasho, who was bound with nearby iron chains.
“Ugh, urk… Where… is this?”
“A textbook line right there.”
It had been a full hour since she’d blasted away his consciousness with magic.
Bianca smiled as Takasho blinked awake and glanced around.
He took in his surroundings, then his own body clad only in a single pair of panties, before finally turning his gaze to Bianca.
What reaction would he show?
Bianca watched him with bated breath.
The fairly handsome Japanese suddenly let out a wail.
“Witch-nim…! I’ve smoked since I was young, chugged booze by the bucket working host bars—my liver’s total trash…!”
Bianca deflated with a snort.
What an utterly joyless, brainless line.
She’d figured her quick-on-the-uptake friend would be trembling the moment he woke up.
“Please let me go! I won’t breathe a word of what happened here to anyone—I’ll cherish it as a treasured lifelong memory!”
“And?”
“Yes! Or if you just wanted company for a lonely drink, then Mimaya Takasho’s your man! I’ll serve you body and soul so you never feel even a flicker of boredom!”
“You’re a pro at self-promotion.”
“Don’t you have to prove your own worth?”
Bianca tilted her head.
A beat later, admiration followed.
Siu’s close friend—this Japanese knew Bianca was a Public Enemy.
He’d intuited it from that hotel encounter alone.
Now, in this situation, it would’ve solidified into certainty, yet he brazenly kept his tongue wagging.
Exaggerated fussing and whining, plus cheeky banter that didn’t fit the moment—all to spark interest.
A sly survival tactic only the weak could pull off.
“You’re a fun one.”
“Just doing my part to earn a smile from you, witch-nim!”
Takasho gazed up at Bianca with sparkling eyes, like he’d crawl over to lick her shoes if she just cut him loose.
To him, she dangled a sliver of hope.
“Wanna live?”
“Witch-nim, I’m not sure what you mean.”
“You’ve already figured it out, haven’t you? That I’m no kindhearted fairy.”
“Haha, don’t tease. Someone of your noble grace couldn’t possibly be a bad witch.”
“Look at this guy.”
Not just sly—he was downright bold, which only made Bianca like him more.
When you had a toy to play with, didn’t you want it fresh and lively?
His cheeky, grinning face…
Hardened at the mention of one name.
“Siu.”
“...Pardon?”
“You’re Siu’s friend. You know where he is.”
His body temperature spiked.
His smile stiffened, pupils narrowed.
His tongue flicked across dry lips on reflex, eyes darting up and to the sides.
Telltale signs of a confused human.
Bianca eyed him like a serpent sizing up prey.
“I’d be delighted if you knew his whereabouts.”
Truth was, Bianca already knew where he was.
Location was just the start.
She knew which witches were tied to this first male witch, which ones were dangerous, and how their relationships intertwined.
Personal connections, looks, personalities, situations, combat prowess—she had a solid grasp.
That’s why she’d pegged Tiphereth Duke as the biggest threat, used Ea as bait to shake her off, and kicked her plan into gear.
Another witch might let her bail midway if they teamed up, but Tiphereth clinging on? Risk level through the roof.
At any rate, the unchanged fact was this: Bianca had no real need to grill Takasho for Siu’s location.
It was all for kicks—a way to squeeze out some footage that’d make a sentimental, warmhearted young man lose it.
“I think there’s a misunderstanding… Who’s Siu? Oh, right—you said you’re the witch at the hotel who grants people’s desires.”
Bianca liked how Takasho tried to pivot even more.
Sensibly, he’d realized long ago he wasn’t the main target here.
He’d clocked her danger too.
Yet he lied through his teeth with cool composure.
Even if that lie might cost him his life.
“Is that so?”
The sound of a dry twig snapping echoed with Bianca’s smile.
“……!”
At the same instant, one of Takasho’s bound fingers behind his back twisted at an unnatural angle.
Hands were more delicate—and thus more sensitive—than other body parts.
The sharp pain, like being struck with pure malice, made Takasho’s eyes bulge in horror as the chains rattled.
“You know Siu.”
Only then did the smile vanish completely from Takasho’s face.
“…….”
“Gone all quiet on me. I don’t like boring men.”
-Snap crack snap
“Kuaaaaaah!!!!”
A succession of fresh bone-crunching sounds.
Not a clean break or dislocation.
It was finger-snapping calibrated for maximum agony.
Even Takasho, who’d tried to clamp his mouth shut, sprayed spit with a twisted grimace as he screamed.
“Friend… yeah! Why! What do you want with him!”
“Honesty’s the best policy. Now spill his location—just his usual haunt. Easy, right?”
“What’re you gonna do if I tell you.”
“Catch him and turn him into a lab rat. Such a rare sample.”
As if it was the question he’d expected, Takasho squeezed his eyes shut.
After holding his silence for a long stretch, he let out a sigh and muttered savagely.
“Hah… Fucking hell of a goddamn savage bitch.”
Bianca’s surprise wasn’t just at the profanity.
In this scenario, he was utterly at her mercy.
Not some mere buyer-seller dynamic—it was life-or-death superior and subordinate.
A guy who’d risen in Gehenna by kissing witch ass should know that better than anyone.
Which made the curse crystal clear.
A declaration: he wouldn’t talk, even if it killed him.
She got it.
Only four fingers crushed so far.
“Ah, samurai spirit, huh? I get it. Spilling right away would ruin your vibe. ‘I won’t sell out my friend! Kill me instead!’ Not every day you get a shot at lines like that.”
Bianca stroked his cheek as she continued.
“So I’ll torture you just shy of death—enough to give you an excuse to tell yourself.”
Takasho’s body trembled violently.
Even steeling himself for death, could he face the pain?
For a friend who wasn’t even a lover—how much terror could he endure?
“Just tell me straight. Easier for both of us, yeah? Hand over Siu, and you walk.”
“Listen up, lady.”
“…….”
A crack formed in Bianca’s coaxing smile.
“You think Hokkaido’s own Mimaya Takasho would sell out a friend?”
“…….”
“C’mon, let’s just fuck and get it over with. You’re the good fairy granting desires, right? Gimme some sex! Show me that pussy! My dick might be smaller than Siu’s, but my technique’s top-notch!”
Seeing his impudent grin and flailing protests drew a hollow chuckle from her.
“You wanna die that bad?”
“Aren’t you snatching guys ‘cause your body’s itching? Let’s be real. You into bondage play, huh? Untie me already, drop those panties. I’ll send you straight to Mount Fuji’s peak.”
“Ahaha!”
Bianca laughed.
The moment she named her reason for the kidnapping and urged him to sell out his friend, Takasho floored it.
He had to know this would seal his fate.
If anything, he was goading her rage on purpose—to ensure he didn’t crack under torture and spill Siu’s location.
Provoking her into ending it in one swift blow.
He’d resolved to die.
Futile as it was, she had to respect the guts.
“Such a cute potty mouth.”
“Huk…!”
Bianca’s hand snaked between his legs.
She fondled his junk lewdly, teasing.
“Finally getting the picture. Untie this too, won’t youaaagh…!”
“Don’t play tough guy.”
His ploy was solid.
Even Bianca, who knew everything, felt a flicker of irritation at the provocation.
His yapping mouth went silent.
Her pale hand clamped down on one testicle.
“H-Hey, witch-nim, you’re joking… right?”
Takasho’s face drained white.
He’d realized her true target.
The ultimate nightmare and agony for any man.
Bianca knew it all too well.
“Let’s see… I’ll crush the smaller one. You can’t die yet.”
“Kwaaaaaagh…!”
A massive scream, incomparable to the finger-crushing, reverberated through the cargo hold.
Even amid the horrific wail, Bianca’s smile didn’t waver a bit.
“Uweegh…! Egh…! Ueeegh!”
Tears streamed, snot dripped, vomit spewed from gut-wrenching torment.
Takasho’s body spasmed and stiffened repeatedly before finally going limp.
“That oughta do it.”
Bianca pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed the gastric juices from his mouth.
His body quivered like an aspen leaf.
“Now, wanna tell me where Siu is?”
“K…kukuku… Khahahaha…!”
The sudden burst of manic laughter startled Bianca.
Lungs wrung dry in a desperate bid to shove back creeping dread.
This unhinged response wasn’t in any scenario she’d foreseen.
“Kuh… I’ll tell… I’ll tell you… C’mere…”
“Out with it.”
A man whose four fingers had been pulverized and one ball smashed within five minutes of capture.
A pathetic wretch fading to dust in old age and sickness.
A face a mess of every bodily fluid.
“Auntie, my friendship weighs way more than one nut…”
“…….”
“So quit the bullshit… and just kill me.”
Even as his body shuddered and his eyes brimmed with fear, even in this wretched state…
He refused to compromise.
“You just touched my heart.”
“…….”
With those words spent, his strength ebbed, body slumping—only for a razor-sharp whip to lash out.
-Whoosh!
“Graaaaaagh…!”
His body convulsed wildly from the whip that merely tore skin.
An over-the-top reaction for a single lash.
“This is a worthless artifact called the ‘Whip of Repentance.’ They say it makes the victim relive the worst pain they’ve ever felt in their life.”
“Huk…! Huk…! Huk…!”
-Whoosh!
“—————-!!!!”
“I applaud your courage and valor. Let’s see how long you last.”
Cyanotic lips turning purple, eye vessels bursting to redden the whites, molars cracking under clenched jaws—overwhelming agony.
Yet Takasho kept his mouth shut.
That’s right.
He kept his mouth shut.