Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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The women followed my orders obediently enough, but they clearly weren't thrilled about letting a little kid strap chastity belts around their crotches.
But as they watched a prince—holder of that lofty title—bow his waist and dress them in underwear right before their eyes, a sense of superiority began to seep in.
The kid kept sneaking sidelong glances at the women's privates, fumbling and failing to secure the chastity belts properly.
Patricia, who had just been fawning all over me moments ago, looked down at him with disdain and spoke.
"Ugh... This is so frustrating. Hurry up already."
"H-how dare you speak to me like that!"
"What, you can't even handle that properly and still plan on playing the prince card?"
"Urk..."
"And!"
Snap!
Patricia flicked the prince right on the forehead.
"Ow! What the hell was that!"
"...I'd appreciate it if you didn't stare at my private parts with those filthy eyes."
"N-no! I-I didn't..."
The kid was shrinking further with every passing moment, all because of the task he was forced to perform.
And things like this? They pile up over time until the relationship becomes irreversible.
'At this rate? A month? Nah, a week tops and he's toast.'
As long as these noble ladies had that kid as their stepping stone, they'd probably manage to cling to some semblance of mental stability here.
Women like them only truly savored life's pleasures when there was someone they could grind underfoot.
They'd gotten their kicks ignoring Lena until now, but from here on, they'd thrive on the ego boost of having subjugated Bethel's prince.
Now it was time to shift focus to the next target.
Groans echoed through the dingy warehouse.
"Groan..."
"Haa... What the hell is this..."
The source of those groans? The men who made the Demon King's castle their home.
Every guy except Berius had gathered here, their faint moans the only sound breaking the silence.
"Fuck... This can't be for real, right?"
"...Ahh! Hurts... You had that dream too?"
"Yeah... Not kidding? Isn't something seriously fucked up going on? Ah! Shit... It hurts like hell..."
Every man crammed in that warehouse could barely stand, too focused on enduring the agony radiating from their crotches.
They'd felt the dream's torment—their groins being shredded—and even wide awake, the pain lingered vividly.
Hell, some weren't just wetting themselves; semen leaked out without any action or arousal.
The dream had been that real.
"Hey, at least the princess has enough sense not to... Still, let's play it safe for a bit."
"Haa... Fucking hurts... Wait, the idiot?"
"..."
As the warehouse filled with complaints of pain, Berius walked in carrying a box.
One of the men called out to him.
"Hey, idiot."
"..."
The caller was Lorian.
In the old days, that would've been instant execution for lèse-majesté. But since arriving here, Lorian had faced harsh reality square-on.
The prince up front? Never becoming a real king...
Not just Lorian—several men here had started calling Berius "idiot" to his face.
Berius had raged at first, but now he endured, biding his time for later.
He ignored the call and hauled the box inside.
"Hey, you ignoring me...? Ow, fuck, hurts..."
"..."
Berius shot the guy a grimace before setting the box down.
"What."
"Haa... Patricia called you just a bit ago, right? What went down?"
"...Told me to move some luggage. Doing it."
Berius abandoned the task to reply.
"What's that."
"...Chastity belts, they said."
"...? The hell is that..."
Not just Lorian—the whole warehouse tilted their heads at the unfamiliar term.
Berius gave a quick rundown of what Seong Suho had told him.
Skipping every key detail, spouting only useless fluff.
"Protects your vital spot?"
"Yeah... Said it's for blocking guys' weak points in war."
"..."
All eyes locked on the box.
Berius addressed them.
"You lot—what were you scheming?"
"The hell you on about..."
"Princess is leaving tomorrow..."
Berius recited Seong Suho's scripted lines with a defeated look.
"...For real?"
"Phew... Guess we were just paranoid. Thank god."
Watching them all exhale in relief, Berius continued.
"But..."
"...?"
"Princess seems to have something planned before she goes. Told us no matter what happens tonight, stay barricaded in our rooms—don't open the doors."
"..."
The men's faces drained of color.
"And she mentioned you guys specifically, so watch your backs. I'm out..."
"..."
Berius dropped that bomb and left the warehouse.
The men's stares bored into the box.
A massive demon led the way ahead of me.
Last day here—heading to a private dinner with the Demon King.
Seemed like serious business; not even Viola was joining, much less Beatrice. Just the two of us.
Armonia's voice chimed in via comms.
I gave a straightforward reply.
'If they won't? Force 'em on.'
'Once it's on, game over. Women can slap 'em on mid-sleep if needed.'
Someone might wonder: Can't the kid just unlock and toss them?
But I'd added an extra "cheeky bastard" feature to the men's versions.
'Men'll pick lifetime chastity over no dick at all, right? Heh heh...'
The men's belts had a separate inner lining that locked permanently once equipped.
Even the kid couldn't crack it. Remove the outer layer and fail to re-secure within the time limit? Boom—penis explodes.
'Can't use it? Fine. But you need to keep the little guy. Kyahahaha~'
Ruined humanity once. Came back, slapped on another chain.
'Guys'll eye the kid to save their dicks from popping. Kid? Spends life lugging men's belts. Better for the women, at least?'
Patricia earlier, the others—they all got a thrill seeing the prince clutching their undies.
'Perfect.'
Whether despair hit in one year or two? None of my business.
One thing sure: not within two.
Women? Once hope sprouts, they claw to nurture it even in barren soil.
Five, six years tops before the bloom wilts.
The venue was different from last time.
Last was a grand hall; this felt intimate. Demon King standards, anyway.
Previous spot? Dome-sized. This? School auditorium vibes.
But the atmosphere? Night and day.
Dimly lit, yet glowing statues ringed the room.
Table massive again—winged demons ferried me to the long seat.
Meal prepped. At Demon King Gardia's cue, every demon cleared out.
'...Kinda tense here.'
Gardia turned to me.
"Off tomorrow, then. Rest well?"
"Yes, thank you. Could live here forever, but it'd be a huge imposition."
Gardia flashed a big grin before cutting to the chase.
"Come back anytime you like."
"Haha, much appreciated."
"And... I'll honor your requests."
"Ah... Truly grateful. Wish there was more I could offer."
"Nonsense. Without you, I'd be strung up on Peron's walls, stoned by humans."
"Haha..."
Real war loss? Demon King's corpse would've gotten exactly that—human scorn.
Lena and the Demon King drove it home: war's win-loss chasm leaves no overlap.
Gardia? Extending mercy to a fate he could've shared.
Not an easy call, even by my lights.
"From tomorrow, Peron Duchy gets life's bare minimum guaranteed. But—no rights."
"More than enough. Thank you."
Basics covered: food, sleep, clothes. Human basics.
Not nationhood. Live human—not citizens.
Key piece: Peron Grand Duke.
"Heard his condition's tanked hard. Planned beast chow, but you seem fond of the woman, so treatment it is."
"Ah! Truly thankful..."
Lena's emotional anchor.
Did it for her, not him. Good enough.
All requests greenlit, Gardia ventured cautiously.
"That said..."
"...? Issue?"
"No. Shameless ask incoming."
"Eh? Fire away. Gotta repay what I can."
Had to. Or watch it all crumble...
"Beatrice—could you take her with you?"
"...Pardon?"
..
..
Beastkin-succubus hybrid.
An abomination that shouldn't exist.
Castle demons? Viewed her as freakish.
"...Whew. Might not know, but beastkin and succubi? Wiped out. My fault. Placed her as two-star general to ease the guilt."
"..."
Two-star general? Explains the dawn sentry stars.
Scary as shit.
...For the grunts.
"Doubters cropped up on her skills. Plus, too soft—couldn't hack it."
"..."
Beatrice's spot: war merit plus national hero spawn perks.
Problems? Merit was one intel drop. Hero kid perks? Overkill whispers.
Intel flipped the war, sure—but doubters aplenty.
Her kid-like temperament? Worst offender, he explained.
"Shameless greed? Refreshing. But too image-conscious—that's the killer."
"..."
Yeah, first dinner: childish. Saw her get chewed out.
"Only asking 'cause you're taking the woman. Just in case."
Gardia wrapped it up.
I whooped internally.
'Jackpot!'
'Approved! But...'
She's not even here...
"What if Beatrice doesn't wanna?"
"Hm... Doubt it. Told you she frets over perceptions?"
"Yeah, didn't strike me that way."
"Selective with strangers. Maybe something about you clicked."
"Ah..."
Scent, perhaps...
"I'll talk her into it myself. Hero's little sis—the one with me—adores her."
"Hahaha. Perfect. My word might spook her into orders-mode anxiety."
..
..
Wrapped dinner with the Demon King, headed to my quarters.
'Holy shit... No return trip needed?'
Might get another invite someday. Cross that bridge later.
Positive, sure—but Beatrice tagging along? Still up in the air.
Truth? Wanted her bad.
Sex drive control, skill immunity—unsolved. Cohabitate, though? Cracks form eventually.
Today? Everything wrapped.
Noble ladies, noble guys, the kid... Kid needed a touch more, but basically done.
'Hit up those two first.'