Cruelty
“If you wish to form a contract with me, I suppose I must first show you a glimpse of my power. See for yourself the extent of the strength you stand to gain.”
Kugugugu.
The world shifts and takes shape, transformed by the power erupting from him.
How curious.
“W-wow!”
“Is this that thing they only talk about in rumors...!?”
What is this “thing” they’re talking about? They’re just whispering among themselves.
Regardless, the world changed from a gloomy, manganese-like hideout into a forest under warm sunlight, with a stream trickling nearby.
What’s the principle behind this? It doesn’t feel like he touched my brain. If he had, I’d be in trouble—if I were affected without even noticing, there’d be no way for me to win. But when it comes to sensory perception, I’m better than Kaits. There’s no way I wouldn’t notice if an unknown power were being exerted.
Grasping power. That is the one talent I can boast about without hesitation. By my judgment, this guy hasn’t done anything to my body. Which means this isn’t an illusion, but reality...
Interesting.
It doesn’t seem to be the Simgye Seonpo that Pois showed me. What on earth is it?
“You seem curious about my power.”
“Honestly, yeah.”
“Good. Honesty is a virtue. Well, it’s nothing difficult. A sophisticated illusion is no different from reality.”
“You cast an illusion on me?”
“No. I had the urge to, but that would be rude to a potential contractor. I merely wish to present you with the benefits.”
“Benefits? This?”
I looked around the forest. It’s a pretty view, but so what?
“Indeed. It is quite simple. I merely cast illusions upon the air floating about, the earth, the mana, the Qi—everything—to manifest them into reality.”
“......”
He’s using fancy words, but basically, he cast illusions on everything around us to make them real. Is that it?
...That sounds like a total cheat.
“It does require someone like you or me to witness it for the change to occur. It’s a law of the world, so that much is unavoidable. Regardless, I can use this to satisfy your desires.”
I don’t know what kind of bullshit he’s talking about regarding “desires,” but the scent of grass and the cool breeze hitting my nose are undeniably real. Whatever it is, I’d better assume the world changes at his whim.
However, as impressive as this illusory space looks, it is undeniably an inferior technique to Simgye Seonpo. I could tell at least that much.
As I drew my sword and took a combat stance, Inris let out a groan.
“Wait a moment. You’re impatient.”
“!”
Papat! Greatswords materialized around me, blocking my path.
Fast.
They were created the moment he showed intent. That means if he wanted to, he could mince me right now. The fact that he’s choosing to talk instead means he wants me.
“......”
I thought about just lunging at him, but since this guy who looks like a total “Gold Taeyang” is acting surprisingly gentlemanly, I decided to hear him out. I suppressed the urge to tear him apart and smiled.
“You want to contract with me? More importantly, are you okay? Your underlings. They haven’t finished the plan yet, but they’ve been pretty thoroughly trashed.”
At my words, the Gold Taeyangs trembled. Poor guys. Must have imagined what they went through.
However, even at my provocation, Inris just chuckled.
“Kuhehe. Can one compare a person like you to mere parts?”
Parts.
Even after being called something so humiliating, no one protested. The Gold Taeyangs were showing a truly submissive attitude toward him.
“Parts.”
“Yes, parts. Automatic machines that clear minor quests to collect emotions and causality. To me, they are nothing more or less than that.”
Inris trailed off, saying parts aren’t important, and grinned.
“You are clearly different from them. Your track record. Your character. Your skill.”
“......”
“I’d have to see your soul to be sure, but the story of you holding off the head of the Eight Demon Kings alone is famous. It was only 30%, but still, that’s something, isn’t it?”
“What’s this about my character?”
It’s not for me to say, but I wouldn’t call my character good even as a joke.
“These parts are artificial evil. Or close to demons.”
Inris looked around at the Gold Taeyangs and said, devoid of emotion.
“But you. You are different. Without any artificial process, you do things that make even the Demon King gasp, purely based on your own nature.”
Inris’s eyes sparkled, saying I’m like a demon or an evil god out of a story.
“Such people have great chemistry with demons. If we contract, there will be tremendous synergy between us.”
“Hmm.”
“Your skill is also great. Your muscles are twitching, ready to react at any moment because you’ve sensed the source of my power.”
He can see that too?
It’s a bit weird to think a guy is watching me so closely.
“The stronger you, my contractor, become, the more influence I can exert on the mortal realm. And if you’re someone who causes such wonderful acts of your own volition, you’ll gather all sorts of emotions and causality for me even without clearing quests.”
Emotions probably mean exactly that—human emotions. Since he’s an incubus, people’s dreams and emotions must be his stock-in-trade.
Then what about causality?
I’ve heard enough about causality to be sick of it. Frostia. And the gods... causality is what they need to act.
I don’t know exactly what the constraints are, but it means the guy in front of me is powerful enough to require causality to act. I couldn’t help but laugh; it felt like he was bragging.
“That’s all just talk about an uncertain future, isn’t it?”
“No. It’s a future as good as certain. At the very least, if I contract with someone powerful and proven, my power will rise accordingly. That goes for you, too.”
“Heh.”
He smiles even more satisfactorily when I react appropriately. That smile is annoying.
“But that’s all good for you, right? What’s in it for me?”
“Of course, I was just about to explain.”
Inris looked up at the sky.
Kugugu.
A pitch-black energy, similar to a black hole, swirled, and a scene appeared. It was women. Countless women. Every single one of them had a hot body, wearing incredibly lewd clothes. They were diverse; many even looked like they weren’t human.
“?”
When I looked at him with a “What’s that?” expression, Inris laughed.
“They are all yours.”
“......”
“Of course, those illusions aren’t all; I can send you as many succubi from my ranks as you like. If you’re the hero who stopped the incomplete Ruin Dragon, they might even be eager to offer themselves to you.”
The scenery then shifted to create all sorts of gold, treasures, and land.
“These are not just illusions, but things I personally possess. If you wish, I can satisfy any other material desires you have...”
“Ah, alright, alright.”
I waved my hand. Honestly, I’m a bit disappointed. A royal of the incubi, an Incubus King, and all he can offer is material desire?
“Kukuku. I’d think that the more women you hold, the higher your achievements would rise. I don’t think it’s a bad proposal?”
“The demerits are too heavy.”
“Demerits?”
“I don’t want to become a Murderer and make enemies of the gods.”
“Hmm. You seem to be under a misunderstanding.”
Inris stroked his chin and tilted his head.
“No, it feels more like you don’t know.”
“......”
“You aren’t abandoned by the ‘Progress’ gods just because you’re associated with demons. Murderers are those who have reached a state where they can be said to have been abandoned for committing various other evil deeds... More importantly, you’re doing all this and you’re not a Murderer yet? Your assigned god must be quite something.”
I was surprised. Not about the Murderer talk, but this guy—there’s no filtering on the word “god.” Other Elynarians can’t even hear the word “god” because of the “World Tree’s constraint” or whatever.
“You, did you contract with a god?”
“Hm? Uhm.”
Inris’s expression changed. This guy’s a pushover, isn’t he? That exact look. It was unpleasant. Love Heart, too. The fact that there are still parts I don’t know about.
So, I slashed.
“!”
The moment I thought I saw Inris’s eyes widen, hundreds of barriers appeared in front of him.
I slashed through them all and aimed for his neck. But he vanished.
Teleportation? No. The distance is too short. Blink. I could pursue him, but I stopped. Instead, I infused my sword with a familiar energy. Inris gave a wry smile, as if he recognized the power in the blade.
“A terrifying sword.”
“......”
“A sword of severance that ignores the gap. Fufu. Yes. With that, you could drive me out, as I’ve appeared here in the form of a summon.”
At those words, the Gold Taeyangs’ faces turned pale.
“Are you angry at my attitude? But I hope you don’t misunderstand. I simply thought it would be slightly advantageous for our future contract since I have much to teach you. I had no intention of ripping you off... I apologize for making you misunderstand.”
“So. What’s the benefit I get?”
Inris grinned.
“If you contract with me, you will become much stronger than you are now. I guarantee that much.”
“Anything else?”
“I will give you territory and status. Something no Demon King could ignore...”
“Anything else?”
“Fufufu.”
I urged him on to get under his skin, but he just looked at me as if I were cute. How old is this guy?
“Anything else. You’re really arrogant. It’s strange that I actually like that. Fufufu.”
“......”
The way he talks is similar to Shin Jin-seung. Annoyance and anger surged up. The things he offered—it would be a lie to say they aren’t attractive, but they aren’t things I necessarily need.
“Sorry, but none of the things you’ve offered so far are attractive. Women? The girls by my side are all super beauties and pretty girls, so my standards are sky-high.”
“Is that so? Then I shall allow you to hold them.”
“The Ten Great Families are involved, you know?”
As I said that, I wondered if this guy would even look down on the Ten Great Families. But he shook his head, as if that wasn’t the case.
“Of course, even I cannot treat the successors of those heroes lightly. There are contract issues between the Demon World and the Human World, after all. However... Phantasm Dream is possible.”
“Phantasm Dream?”
“It’s like this.”
Inris glanced at Rikka. Immediately, a black vortex swirled beside her, and a person who looked exactly like Rikka appeared.
“Oh.”
Rikka stepped back. The doll that looked exactly like her stepped forward and flicked its tongue. The expression was incredibly lewd.
“Whoa.”
“Like this. I can create any woman you desire. Even if they don’t exist in the world, it’s possible to craft their personality and appearance to your taste. Of course, following my instincts as the Demon King of Lustful Dreams, I will please you with techniques beyond your imagination.”
“Tell me your desires to your heart’s content.”
Inris said that and stared at me.
Thump.
Something is scanning me. It’s not an attack. But it was unpleasant, and just as I was about to counterattack—Bang!—with a sound like hundreds of pieces of glass breaking, Inris threw his head back.
“......”
A trickle of blood was flowing from his forehead as he returned to his original position. What is this guy? He was doing something, hit himself, and started bleeding.
“Incredible...”
A trembling voice. Inris was genuinely admiring and shuddering.
“Incredible! Truly incredible! I only tried to take a peek. You repelled my demonic eye with nothing but your own mental strength?!”
“......”
“Splendid! Splendid, Yeodre! That mental strength. And the power of lust you possess, which even a succubus or incubus could never approach, which you cannot possibly hide. It’s on par with me, no. Honestly, I admit it. You are my ideal!”
“??”
Power of lust?
What is that weird-sounding power?
“My apologies!! I had such a power of lust that I misunderstood! If you aren’t interested in women, how about offerings? Offerings you can do whatever you want with! Name any offering you want. Even if they are an Outsider, I will fetch them for you.”
“Not really. Don’t need it.”
Unlike before, Inris laughed like a madman with gleaming eyes.
“Uhahaha. Do not test my patience too much. Do you know why I don’t force a contract even though I could?”
“Efficiency drops if you force a contract, I guess.”
“You understand! That is correct. In other words, this situation where you are blathering arrogantly is happening because of my mercy. So, hurry up and contract with me.”
“......”
“I am certain it will be to your benefit as well. No. From the moment you caught my eye, it was a destiny that couldn’t be helped.”
“*Sigh.*”
A sigh escaped me. Why do these kinds of guys have the mindset that if they want something, the target should consider it an honor?
“Do you know why I’m not forming a contract with you?”
“?”
“Because you’re hiding the condition that would make my mouth water the most.”
“......”
Inris probes me at my words. Looking at his eyes, he’s using a skill. He seems to be checking if I’m using some kind of skill. Is he wondering if I’m peeking into his mind with a skill? I scoffed.
“I can tell just by looking, even without special powers. And hey, you bastard. What? Situation happening because of your mercy?”
Crack!
The space shatters. I didn’t even swing it; I just moved, creating a spatial sword to target Inris. Blink. But a transparent spatial sword was already in the spot where Inris had fled.
Clang!!
“Hmm?!”
Seeing Inris respond to the spatial sword despite being surprised, I laughed and kicked off the ground.
“Want to die?”
I closed the distance at high speed and aimed for his head with my sword.
Crack!
Giant rocks—no, mountains—were created in all directions. Awls made of hundreds of materials shot out from the mountains, aiming for me. I cut them all down and used the spatial sword again.
Thwack!!
This time, a successful hit.
“Hmm...!”
To groan even after being hit by a spatial sword. How hard is his body? Inris made a troubled face and said:
“...My apologies for my impatience. First, calm your anger.”
“Fuck off.”
“Don’t be like that. Hahaha. Isn’t Rikka’s ‘Love’ spell active right now?”
“...Huh?”
Love?
“Yes. It should be much harder to fight than usual because of that, but to fight me is suicide...”
I drew a line in the air with my sword. Something that had been binding everything like a spiderweb snapped. Inris’s eyes widened.
“My god.”
The rose thorn seal that had been engraved on the Gold Taeyangs’ bodies was fading. They felt the spell disappearing and were greatly flustered.
“You just broke a spell with pure power? A god’s spell? Is that even possible?”
Inris, muttering in a trembling voice, burst into wild laughter.
“I want you! I want you! You are material beyond even Kaits! I can’t even guess how great you’ll become!”
“So what, you idiot.”
Now, any desire to contract with him had completely vanished. Or is there something that could change my mind? The moment I thought that, he shouted:
“I will teach you Simgye Seonpo!”
“......”
I stared at him blankly.
“This is the only condition I was hiding. If you reject all joy, anger, sorrow, and pleasure, the only thing I can give you is power! The true power that only a tiny few can use! I will teach you that.”
I looked into Inris’s eyes. It didn’t seem like a lie, but it didn’t feel like the truth either. It felt like he was just spouting whatever came to mind.
Then, Inris’s eyes turned pink for a moment. I felt my body stiffen.
“If you stare into the eyes of an incubus without any guard, you’ll make me want to cast an illusion.”
...Ah. So this is an illusion.
Certainly. Everything is shimmering and undulating. Countless weapons, thorns, insects, etc. Attacks capable of destroying a person were scattered around me.
“It’s not my taste, but let’s start by injecting some manners. Even if there’s a slight setback in the contract, I must have you... For now, try to endure this state for a week.”
And Inris turned his back, thinking I couldn’t move. The Gold Taeyangs were relaxing, some even sitting down, as if the whole situation were over. Inris approached them. He seemed to be about to order them something. I didn’t like that.
I slashed my sword.
Inris, thinking the situation was over, was slow to react. His head flew off.
“...Oh.”
“Want to die, you fucker.”
Kugugugu.
I came to my senses, and suddenly, it’s the sea? Tidal waves are raging in the dark blue sea. Not only that, man-eating fish with sharp teeth are approaching like a swarm of water.
“Whoa!”
“Ugh!”
The Gold Taeyangs are floundering. They’re Outsiders, even if they’re rotten; they’ll survive on their own, but the sea was so fierce I wondered how long that would last.
“Hey. Do you want to be kicked out?”
When I held up my severance sword and acted as if I were about to cut the summoning tether, everything stopped as if it were a lie. Inris appeared as if melting into the air and grumbled. Since his head was still cut off, he looked a bit grotesque.
“I thought we were going to fight in earnest, but threatening to kick me out? Isn’t that pathetic?”
“Forget it, you moron. Protect those guys.”
“Hm?”
Only then did Inris look at the Gold Taeyangs. He really seemed to regard the Gold Taeyang clan as mere parts; excluding exceptions like Rikka or Takashi floating in the air, they were all on the verge of drowning.
“Them?”
“Yeah. I have to torture them later.”
“......”
Inris looked dumbfounded. I said to him too:
“Of course, you too.”
“...Uha, uhahahaha!”
Wild laughter again. But at some point, he wiped away the laughter and said in a fierce voice:
“If you are too brazen and arrogant, even what looked cute will start to look disgusting.”
“So?”
“If you have confidence, swear that you won’t kick me out of this space and fight. Then I will grant your request and protect those parts...”
“Okay.”
Inris groaned, as if he hadn’t expected me to agree immediately.
“I won’t bother with a contract.”
“Are you telling me to trust you without a contract?”
“Whether you trust me or not, I’m in a position to kick you out if I use my power, so what are you going to do? Instead of a contract, if I subdue you, I won’t torture you specially and will just cancel the summoning. That okay?”
“...Fine.”
Was my confidence annoying? His gaze changed.
“I’ll make you regret it.”
The world turned into a scorching hell. A red sun that felt like it would burn you just by standing there. I wrapped my sword with Ryunar and protected myself. I ran, cutting through even the heat.
I approached Inris and tried to split his torso vertically, but—Zing!—he created a glowing sword in his hand and countered my sword.
Clang!!
The heaviness felt in my hand.
“Whoa.”
“Why? Did you think I couldn’t do martial arts?”
The years he’s lived are no joke. This guy is strong. Honestly, to evaluate him, he’s just below Almiraj’s level. Meaning he’s fucking strong.
His skill alone is at that level, and his specs are far above hers. Overall, he seems even stronger in close combat than Almiraj. ...This is dangerous.
Clang, clang.
Swords clashed chaotically, and in the meantime, giant spears of lightning he created aimed for me. Each one was kilometers in size.
“Since it’s an illusion I created, I’m unaffected, but you’re different.”
As if his grin was a signal, the lightning spears pressed down on me... I didn’t particularly dodge, but swung my sword and cut off Inris’s arm.
Thud, thud.
The arm holding his head was cut off, and his head rolled on the floor. I walked forward nonchalantly while being hit by the lightning.
“......What is this?”
“What?”
Is it that I’m fine while being electrocuted? Or why his body isn’t regenerating? Inris said in a dumbfounded voice:
“That wasn’t using a protective technique. You just took the hit.”
Good eye.
“What on earth is this?”
“What do you mean?”
What Inris’s demonic eye or whatever showed earlier was an illusion. Once I recognized that, the illusion couldn’t affect me at all. These lightning-like techniques were also illusions. If I recognize that it’s not reality, I don’t take damage... I assumed that and executed it. I wondered if it would work. And it did.
“I don’t take damage from mere imagination.”
As soon as those words fell, everything vanished. Just like the original Gold Taeyang hideout. However, the damaged Inris remained as he was.
“...This makes no sense.”
I like that voice of disbelief.
“It makes no sense. Do you think there was anyone who didn’t know my power was an illusion? Even knowing that, the fact that you can’t stop the royal family of incubi...”
“Ah, you’re noisy.”
Inris flinched when his words were cut off.
“Talking about being top-tier in the Jin-Yeonok, and making remarks that subtly look down on an incomplete Frostia, etc. I was suuuuper looking forward to it. You were just a moron.”
“......”
“Forget it. Just get lost.”
I slashed the air. The summoning tether that had been connected snapped, and Inris began to turn into golden dust and disappear. He’s returning to where he came from, but the presentation makes it look like he’s dying.
A thin voice leaked from the mouth of Inris, who had been dazed as if shocked.
“...You.”
“What.”
“You bastard...”
“What.”
“Human...”
I wondered what he was going to say, and he says “human”? It was such a cliché reaction that I chuckled.
“I’m a person, you know.”
“Human...!”
“Human what. Anyway, some strong bastards of other races really look down on people...”
“Human!! Human!! How dare a mere human look down on me, the King of Incubi and the one who will become a god—!!!!”
Kuaaaak!!
Power.
Just overwhelming power. A power where all sorts of energies are gathered presses down on everything. A storm of power that rejects all experience and common sense I’ve had so far!
Kwaaaaa.
The body that was turning into golden dust returns to normal. Even the head and arm that had been cut off by the severance sword return. Also, unlike before, a five-colored aura was wrapped around his whole body. Just looking at it, he looks fucking strong.
Tiring!
A warning from the system window. I don’t know much, but the fact that this system reacts means the enemy is very strong. The system has only rung like this twice before: when Frostia descended, and just before the resurrection of the Forgotten God.
“I’ll make you regret it! I’ll torture you for thousands of years and make you realize your place!”
“Oh, my.”
A dry laugh escapes. His true form has descended? Now he’s fighting seriously? Even so, the fact that the root of his fighting style is illusion doesn’t change. Then, all he has left is close-quarters combat, and even saying he’s just below Almiraj was a generous evaluation. His comprehensive close-quarters combat ability might be stronger than hers, but if it were Almiraj, she would eventually have gotten used to this guy’s techniques and turned the tables. Besides, the one stronger than Almiraj is me. There’s no reason to lose.
However, I couldn’t help but be surprised by what followed.
“Simgye Seonpo.”
Kujik.
White cracks of light were engraved on the air as if glass had shattered.
Kwachaang!!
The air collapsed, and from near Inris, the world was created anew, swallowing me up. I slashed with the severance sword, but I couldn’t stop it. This is going to be a bit dangerous.
But why is this? It’s clearly a dangerous situation, but I couldn’t stop the smile on my lips. I’m looking forward to it. If I break through this and force him to his knees, what kind of reaction will he show? If I force someone who thinks he’s the best and can never lose to his knees, how sweet would that feeling be?
Have I ever subdued this type of enemy before...?
......
...Ah. There was one such guy.
Shin Jin-seung.
That was a bit disappointing.
It’s a dream. That’s for sure. Otherwise, there’s no way that guy—that brat—could have broken through both of them and invaded the office to knock him unconscious. When he opens his eyes, everything will be as usual. Come on. Let’s open our eyes. It’s time to wake up from the dream.
Shin Jin-seung, who had just come to his senses and been lost in his own thoughts for a while, opened his eyes. And he saw it. The face of the dog mask, whose lower half had been torn off by the latch. His face looked hideous and miserable, with tears, snot, and blood mixed together. His hair had turned snow-white from the pain he’d endured, and his expression was as terrible as a demon’s.
“......”
Shin Jin-seung, speechless, suddenly heard a sound. Turning his eyes, he saw him.
Kang Gu-jin.
...Is that him?
Is that really Kang Gu-jin, the greatest beast in humanity that he knew, sobbing like a little girl with that expression stained with fear and pain? The muscles that had been bulging to the point of being burdensome had all been sliced away by a knife. He, who now looked almost diminutive, met Shin Jin-seung’s eyes. Shin Jin-seung cursed inwardly, telling himself to look elsewhere, and immediately closed his eyes.
“You’re awake.”
Yeodre’s voice.
“A-ah... Chairman. P-please... save me.”
Kang Gu-jin begged. I don’t know. He doesn’t know such a weak voice from Kang Gu-jin.
“Your chairman is going to follow you soon, so what? Well, you die now too.”
“A-ah. I, I was wrong. P-please. Save me... Hic. Hiiik..hic.hichic. Ah, no. S-save. Save... save save save...!”
Crunch. Crunch.
The sound of bones and flesh being crushed. Kang Gu-jin kept begging to be saved, and at some point, his voice stopped.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t intend to spread the stench of blood nearby, but it would be troublesome if these people ran away while I was torturing them. So, I had no choice but to do it next to you, mister.”
“......”
Shin Jin-seung realized he couldn’t avoid it anymore. So he stood up.
Anger. The bewilderment vanished, and anger dominated him—anger that a mere brat had dared to corner him, the emperor, to this extent.
“How dare you.”
“?”
“Do you even know what you’ve done?”
“I tortured and killed the enemy.”
“You killed my subordinate. Do you even know what a great crime that is?”
Kill him. Kill him cruelly. At Shin Jin-seung’s words filled with anger, Dre thought, tilting his head...
Shuck.
He swung the dagger he was holding. And he watched with pleasure as Shin Jin-seung, his Achilles tendon slashed, collapsed and trembled.
Shin Jin-seung, who was trembling and staring blankly at the huge wound on his royal body, unable to believe it, soon growled.
“Y-you bastard...! How dare you. How dare you!”
“How dare you. What’s next?”
“W-what did you say?”
“How dare you. Are you going to show me some trump card next? I mean, I thought you’d at least try to attack, but it’s absurd that you’re just running your mouth.”
“Y-you bastard...!”
“Look. Again.”
Dre approaches. His body trembles on its own from anger. ...No. Is this anger?
“I thought you were a special human, mister. I mean, someone who sways a country and uses tens of thousands of people as their limbs—what would that be if not a special human?”
He was grabbed by the hair. Such a humiliating situation. Yet he couldn’t resist.
“That mister. Kang Gu-jin. I was looking forward to seeing how people would react when they called him a beast or a predator. But he threatened to kill me at first, and after an hour passed, he begged to be saved. After two hours, he spilled all the important secrets with his own mouth. When I asked that beastly mister if it was okay to beg me, who had bullied his son, he shouted that the brat deserved to die, told me the location of the hospital, and screamed to save only himself.”
“......”
I understand. This... this emotion is...
“You’re not special, mister. Like that mister... you just enjoy privileges so naturally that you’ve never tasted pain, so you don’t know what fear is.”
“......”
Fear.
“...That’s my thought. But I could be wrong, right? So prove it to me. High-ranking people like you who sway the world are different from us underlings from birth, and you’re strong. So you trample on good people to your heart’s content. Teach me.”
“W-what. Are you trying to do.”
“Torture.”
“......Ah, that....”
It’s too simple an answer. Shin Jin-seung felt his mouth going dry.
“Those misters. That dog mask guy looks surprisingly ordinary. Those kinds of middle-aged men are really annoying. Pretending to be ordinary on the outside while thinking sly, different thoughts on the inside. Still, they said they’d avenge their younger brother right after being caught, but the way they begged so abjectly from the start as soon as the torture began was pathetic.”
“......”
“Right. I didn’t mean to say this. I tortured that dog mask guy for three hours, and Kang Gu-jin for about five hours?”
“...Huck, huck.”
His breathing becomes labored.
“Since you’re the boss, exactly seven hours! How about it? Compared to the pain of the victims you’ve killed so far, isn’t it cheap?”
Seven hours. To suffer the same thing as those half-corpses that they had received all this time?
“....Hiiik...”
A pathetic scream that he couldn’t even realize was escaping Shin Jin-seung’s mouth.
“...Ah, fuck.”
Dre expressed his annoyance with eyes that had gone cold.
“Why are you acting like this, scared already, you bastard. Mister, smile.”
“Ah, a-ah.... W-wait. If you stop now, I’ll forgive...”
Crack!
“Kuhuck! Kuhuhuck!”
With one punch, his nose bone broke and a few front teeth came out. Shin Jin-seung teared up at the pain he was experiencing for the first time in his life.
“Hiiik. Hic. Hic... Y-yes. I’ll give you a good position. I’ll let you live and eat for the rest of your life...”
“Oh, right. Ta-da. Let me introduce a special guest. Hey, come in.”
“......”
Click.
The door opened, and one person walked in. Shin Jin-seung lifted his head blankly. Standing there was a robust black man. The one he had used for the ‘show’ where humans were raped by all sorts of beasts... the guy who would have told Yeodre about this place.
“Master. How long should I wait?”
“Seven hours.”
“Okay. George. I wait.”
“Okay, okay. Ah. Want to watch?”
“Oh. It’s scary. I’ll decline. Master. You’re leaving our share too, right?”
“Okay, okay.”
‘Share...?’
Shin Jin-seung’s mouth trembled.
“Share? What...”
“After the torture, I’ll hand you over to the gays to be raped until you die.”
“......”
“By the way, mister. You kept staring at the dildo on that table earlier. Were you planning to use it on me?”
Shin Jin-seung couldn’t continue speaking as he saw Dre holding the dildo from the table.
“Oh, Master. That’s bigger than mine. It’s similar to Master’s.”
“Right. Can this even fit?”
Dre took off Shin Jin-seung’s pants.
“A-ah, aaahk! D-don’t. Don’t! Don’t don’t don’t don’t...”
“...Ah. This is really no fun. You fucker. You were going to do it, so why can’t I do it? Huh?”
“A-ah, a-ah...! C-come, don’t... don’t...!”
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
After stomping on him a little, Shin Jin-seung became quiet, and Dre pushed the dildo in during that gap. Kyaaaaaa. A moan that sounded insanely painful rang out. It wouldn’t go in well, so he forced it in, and blood and dark matter squirted out.
“It’s fucking dirty. You son of a bitch, you lick it all up.”
The sound of beating. And the sound of a knife slicing flesh. The sound of being covered in pain. That continued for about two or three hours. And.
“S-save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”
Shin Jin-seung wailed. His throat was hoarse from how much he had been screaming all this time. What is an emperor, and what is the pride of a hegemon. Those were words that had already disappeared from his mind. As Yeodre said, he was just a brat who didn’t know fear because he had enjoyed privileges as a matter of course since he was young.
“I-I’ll give you everything! Please save me. Please, evil...”
Dre just coldly told the crying and begging Shin Jin-seung:
“There are still four hours left, mister~”
“Huck. Huuuuck...!”
And so, Shin Jin-seung was completely broken. So that he could never stand up again.