The Fifth Traitor—Revenge on Kyle Tenant
Rehyun stared down at Kyle with a cold, bitter smile. "Isn't it a bit pathetic for you to be whimpering over pain of this level? I suffered far worse."
"Always envying me, always feeling inferior to my talent. Hah, you thought obtaining that legendary sword—called the greatest weapon of legends—meant you'd conquered the world. It didn't, but you've never even swung that blade in war. You'll only ever suffer in eternal torment, as a worthless, disgusting betrayer. That's the end of you."
Rehyun finished his verdict and stomped down once more on Kyle's body.
"Kwaaah!"
Kyle let out a piercing scream of agony. The mana lord within him twisted and writhed in torment, along with the mana flowing through his veins—like impure sludge, it twisted chaotically, rebelling against his control.
Yet strangely, while his body suffered no fatal damage, Rehyun had methodically shredded his internal organs to the point of life-threatening injury, crafting exquisite, agonizing torment.
The fact that the mana ignored his will mirrored how Lucretia could no longer move the holy power inside her body.
"Kurugh! Die quietly, you bastard!"
Even in this state, Kyle glared at Rehyun with eyes filled with resentment and hatred, refusing to admit fault. Rehyun, rather than pitying the traitor who had begged for death at his own hands, simply laughed.
"Yes, reflection without remorse is boring. To be a true betrayer, one must not take responsibility and instead blame others. What a pathetic sight, Kyle. Hahaha!"
Rehyun's mocking laughter echoed loudly, stirring a deep sense of humiliation in Kyle.
"Kurugh!"
Kyle opened his mouth to hurl another curse at Rehyun, but before him—or rather, right beside Rehyun—Irene appeared silently.
With her long golden hair flowing like sunlight in the air, Irene glided to Rehyun's side. She smiled beautifully, slipping her arm around his, and looked down at Kyle.
"At last, this filthy old man will receive the punishment he deserves."
"Irene!"
Though only ten years had passed, Kyle recognized her instantly. Having seen almost nothing of the emperor's Irene after her rise to power, the sight of her at eighteen—her appearance ten years ago—felt far more familiar.
"Long time no see."
Irene spoke with a mocking smile. The pure, innocent laughter she had always shown Kyle now revealed a different side for the first time.
With eyes burning with hatred, Irene stared at Kyle, though she clearly had no intention of engaging in conversation.
"Instead, try desperately shouting for death while you work hard to suffer."
With that, Irene stepped back. Rehyun lifted his foot from Kyle's body and followed suit.
"Mastema. It's your turn."
Rehyun finally summoned the leader of the Fallen Angels.
The secret weapon—perhaps—prepared specifically for revenge against the fifth betrayer had finally revealed itself in full.
"Hu hu hu! I have come to this place at the Demon King's command!"
A young man with extremely long black hair appeared—more beautiful than any man, almost too elegant to be called handsome. A Fallen Angel with black hair, beautiful like a woman, and twelve black wings on his back.
Six wings on each side, totaling twelve—only Mastema among the Fallen Angels possessed this number.
"This fellow is the one you must handle."
Rehyun pointed at Kyle with his finger. Mastema's eyes sparkled with interest at the sight of the pointing hand.
"Oh ho! What a lovely child you will make! For the sake of His Majesty's expectations, I, Mastema, will do my utmost!"
The remark from the towering 198 cm brute that a cute child had appeared was absurd to any listener, and even the Demon King Rehyun and the Great Archdemon Irene found it preposterous.
That was precisely why he had been entrusted with punishing Kyle.
"W-what?! This bastard! Are you seriously planning to humiliate me by sending some disgusting faggot?!"
Mastema's gay demeanor and speech alone made Kyle believe his youth had been stolen, just like Ferdinand.
But Rehyun had never punished the betrayers in the same way. He always provided each with a tailored method of revenge.
"Huh? Look at this fellow. Calling me a faggot? I have a perfectly normal taste for beautiful, cute girls."
Kyle refused to believe Mastema's words. He could not possibly believe the Fallen Angel staring at him with such lewd eyes.
"Huh? Such a faithless expression! Tsk tsk. Then I shall make you believe my words."
Mastema extended his hand toward Kyle. Having observed countless demons, Mastema was the first to display this level of madness. Kyle felt a chill, yet he sensed something was amiss.
"Hmm?"
His height suddenly shrank drastically. At the same time, something heavy settled in his chest.
A moment later he understood his new form and screamed.
"T-this... this... what is this?!"
Kyle stared in horror at his once-muscular arms now reduced to slender, fragile limbs. He struggled to his feet and checked his own body.
Rehyun silently created a mirror with magic. Kyle trembled as he stared into it.
The reflection showed an eighteen-year-old beautiful girl with long brown hair and gray eyes.
"Uwaaaah! W-what is this?!"
Kyle screamed upon seeing the mirror. His voice—clear and bell-like, like water flowing—felt alien, deepening his despair.
The 198 cm, muscle-covered athletic body had vanished. The proud, veined forearms that had made him strong were now thin and brittle. His once-solid chest had become strangely soft and plump, two massive flesh mounds bouncing with every movement.
His celebrated thighs had disappeared without a trace. His male pride and symbol were completely erased, replaced by an odd, wet hole.
His once-short hair now reached his lower back.
Unable to accept reality, Kyle unleashed a mad howl.
"Kuuuaaaah!!!"
The sight of his body transformed into a beautiful girl was more than he could bear. Kyle screamed until his voice cracked.
"Hahaha! You've truly become a beautiful girl. How does it feel? Now you believe me? This old man has a perfectly normal taste for beautiful ladies."
Mastema smiled smugly and approached Kyle—now a she—to pat her rear.
"Heeik!"
Kyle felt a shiver. Only moments ago he had feared losing his virginity to a youth. Now he, or rather she, felt the same threat to her maidenhood!
"Hu hu, already the voice sounds like a cute girl."
Mastema grinned lewdly and began stripping the loose, baggy clothes from Kyle.
The pants had already slipped down. The garments she wore were far too small for her 167 cm frame. A 198 cm giant's clothing could never fit a girl's body.
"Uwaaaah! Just kill me! Die! Don't humiliate me like this!"
Kyle cried out in despair, tears welling in his eyes. Becoming a woman had weakened his heart as well.
In the Demon World, Mastema was famous for his bizarre fetish. He never touched pure, beautiful women. Instead, he delighted in forcibly gender-bending towering muscular men over 190 cm into beautiful women and then having sex with them. For this reason, Mastema was the being most feared by the Valois race, known as battle species in the Demon World.
That was why Rehyun had entrusted the even larger, more muscular Kyle to Mastema, rather than William.
Mastema had summoned a bed from the spatial storage and pinned Kyle's manaless body to it, forcing her onto the mattress. His tone shifted to polite, formal speech.
This was the moment Mastema would fully reveal his depraved nature as a "gentleman" of the perverse.
Rehyun and Irene looked forward to Kyle's suffering.
"Hu hu hu. Since resistance will be fierce, I'll restrain her a little in advance."
"Kuaaaah! Let go! Let go, you pervert!"
"Hu? What a vulgar young lady."
"Die!! I'm a man! I'm a man, damn it! Fuck!"
Given his position as supreme ruler of the Valois Kingdom, Kyle's dignified demeanor had been discarded like a stray dog. He cursed and struggled.
"Whenever I see men over 190 cm, muscular giants, I think countless times: Why don't they walk the true path of beauty? Why can't I save them? So I created this method! Now that you're beautiful, enjoy your beauty to your heart's content."
"Uwaaaah! Damn it, just kill me! Die! What kind of madman is this?! Fuck!"
Despite not yet suffering any direct pain, Kyle felt a terrifying fear he had never known in his life. He had lived through countless horrors, but this madness was new.
A mad Fallen Angel who mistook himself for a pioneer and rationalized his actions.
The hand reaching for Kyle had already removed the loose panties that had fallen away. The large shirt that covered his lower body was torn off. Since he had never worn a bra as a man, he was completely exposed in an instant.
"Yaaaaah!"
The naked 167 cm girl with brown hair glared at Mastema. Suddenly, Mastema leaned in and kissed her lips.
"Uwaaaah!"
She had never imagined such a kiss from a man. When her eyes opened in shock, Mastema pulled away and laughed.
"How is it? Your first kiss as a woman? Hu hu, so I've taken your first kiss. Now, let me give you the pleasure of being a woman."
"Uwaaah! Uwek! S-stop!"
Besides the shock of a kiss from a man, Kyle could not grasp the situation of being raped as a woman. Being naked in front of others regardless of gender was humiliating, but this was something beyond imagination.
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