Cruelty

Unexpected things happen.

"Haaah... haaaaaah..."

First, let me explain. Everyone is naked. Men and women alike.

And there is a woman pinned beneath me, letting out moans. Naturally, she is one of the women captured by the Gold Taeyang Clan.

Huh?

You think I’m a crazy bastard for acting all serious about the women being accomplices, only to go and fuck them myself? You think I’m just a hypocritical piece of trash?

Let me be clear to avoid any misunderstandings: I explained the situation to the male victims and received not just their permission, but their full support before doing this. Though, I did promise to keep it brief.

Actually, I hadn't planned on doing anything like this at first. Initially, I only intended to keep torturing them. The 'sculptures' around the room are proof of that.

I had created various sculptures by cutting off the bodies of the men and women—excluding the male victims—and stitching them together. But as I beat the Gold Taeyang members and those bitches, healed them, and repeated the process, a thought suddenly struck me.

This... isn't really effective, is it?

No, of course, it wasn't completely ineffective. Pain is an excellent technique for inducing fear.

But after being beaten so much, whether they’d grown accustomed to it or simply resigned themselves to their fate, the Gold Taeyang members no longer gave me those vivid, fish-out-of-water reactions they had at the start. It wasn't fun anymore.

And then it hit me.

Ah. This situation isn't their breaking point. If I truly want to drive these guys to despair, I need a different approach.

I wondered what that approach could be. The answer came easily.

I needed a way to crush their pride, their ego. These idiots had abandoned combat training to master all sorts of skills just to recreate situations straight out of a hentai manga. What I needed now was a sexual approach. In other words, sex.

These are the debuffs they use to turn people into idiots, because in a normal situation, NTR wouldn't be possible. These are just the ones I know of. Since they’ve spent their lives obsessively learning these kinds of skills, they must have more confidence and pride in their sex lives than anyone else. I decided to target that pride.

My plan was to sexually arouse the women these bastards had violated while slowly scraping away at their egos. Honestly, I didn't think I could beat them at sex. How could I, with just a big dick, compete against guys who have multiple skills related to sex? Above all, these guys had even dumped stat ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠points into increasing their size, so their equipment was substantial.

Still, I had plenty of accumulated skill points, so I could learn skills too. Even if I couldn't win, I was confident I could fight on equal footing. Besides, since Inris had talked to me about the power of lust and the power of justice, I had a secret expectation of my own talent.

I set a new rule on the spot. If the women reached climax through my touch, I would inflict terrible torture on the Gold Taeyang members; if they didn't, I would inflict pain on the women. It was an unreasonable system. I intended to torment them by provoking them—saying things like, "If you get even a little aroused, it means your woman likes me better than you"—and then crushing them with force if they got angry, leaving them completely helpless.

You know that feeling? When you're wronged but can't say anything, and you just have to suffer inside—it’s fucking miserable. I thought it would be the icing on the cake if I could inflict violence while showing them the woman they thought was theirs moaning and groaning for me.

The image of these assholes getting furious but being unable to do anything about it was, in my imagination, pure gold.

The factor that exceeded my expectations was my own sexual technique. This plan only works if the women find my technique much more pleasurable than the Gold Taeyang members' skills, or at least consider them equal. As I said before, I was confident I could be equal if I invested in skills.

Honestly, I’ve never thought of myself as being particularly good at sex. That’s because, excluding my Beastification mode, I’ve never really been the one leading from the start with any woman. But...

"Auuuung~♡"

Seeing the women with hearts in their eyes, trembling in ecstasy just from my touch and tongue, I must be exceptionally good at sex. Perhaps the women I’ve dealt with until now were of such high status or level that they only reacted to that degree. Nilla is a bit ambiguous... but maybe I was just clumsy because it was my first time.

Anyway, the women with tanned skin corrupted by these thugs, or those wearing skimpy clothes, were squirting and falling into ecstasy the moment my hands touched them.

"Fuck me♡ Please, fuck me moreeeee♡"

Don't drag out your words like that, you remind me of Asita.

One of the women pinned under me is clearly a slut who cheated on Holland before. Her body and face are decent enough, and since she’s wearing a bikini that barely covers her nipples and clitoris, my dick gets hard by reflex. Still, I didn't want to fuck her more. Cheap bitches who surrendered to the likes of the Gold Taeyang. Since they must have been sucking and licking those idiots, they look dirty before they even look arousing.

You might wonder if these sluts are just acting to win my favor. I suspected they were acting at first, too. So, I added this condition: if they reached climax through my technique, both the woman and the Gold Taeyang member would receive a penalty—and a compounded one at that.

The women had shown their resolve with stiff faces, swearing they would hold it in. Yet, every time my fingers moved slurp-slurp-slurp inside their pussies, they would spray some liquid—I don't know if it was piss or juices—and go ohooooh, so it seems they are genuinely feeling good. Surely, they wouldn't be doing this just because they want to be tortured. Just in case, I tried starting again after torturing them, and seeing them pout, "It doesn't feel good...♡" before turning into coquettish messes, "It feels good... give me your dick...♡," there’s no way it’s acting.

"...Ugh, ugh..."

At that sight, the Gold Taeyang members could only groan. And understandably so. I kept provoking them in that vulgar tone that matched their level while they watched.

"Oh, fuck, you pathetic bastards lol. Your women taste so good. Huh?"

"Hey. Your women are leaking everywhere, you know? I guess my dick is way better than yours?"

"Cut your dicks off, you losers lolololol."

"I'll go easy on the torture for a few hours for whoever beats me at sex. How about that? A sweet deal, right? lol"

"Small-dick bastards lololol."

I provoked them like that. It’s fascinating how people work; I thought their hearts were completely broken, but when I touched their roots—their reverse scales—they started screaming in spite.

"Then give us a chance!"

"Who are you calling small-dick, you fucker!"

"If I just put my mind to it...!"

At the return of their lively, fish-like reactions, I happily agreed. I gave a chance not just to the regular clan members, but to the executives—especially Takashi and Black Nungar, who are said to be the best at sex among them. I told the women, too: I have a skill to judge the truth, so just be honest. If they genuinely chose a Gold Taeyang member and won, I’d spare them from torture for a day.

A sex tournament was held. I couldn't help but laugh at the idiotic scene where torture was being carried out on one side and sex on the other. And the Gold Taeyang members had sex with more sincerity than ever before.

"Ugh! Ugh! How’s this? It feels better than that... person, not to mention your boyfriend, right?"

"...Huh? Uh..."

"...What. Why are you like that? Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

But the woman only let out a slightly aroused moan and didn't reach climax at all. Instead, she had an uncomfortable expression because of the continuous, ambiguous stimulation.

"I'm cumminggggg!"

When the Gold Taeyang member finished spectacularly, she even asked in a superficially gentle voice:

"Huh? Di, did you cum already?"

"......"

"I didn't feel good at all... Ah, no! Let's try harder again! Yeah! It must be because something went wrong!"

The sex of all the Gold Taeyang members, including Takashi, ended in this vain manner. To be precise, only the women my hands, feet, and tongue had touched showed this reaction. It’s fascinating. Does tasting a greater pleasure make the pleasure below it feel like nothing? Or is there another reason?

And then it was my turn. The result was intense.

"Hwaaaaaaah!!♡♡♡♡"

"What, what is thisssss♡♡"

"Haaak♡ Die♡ Dieeeee♡"

"......"

"......"

"......"

The Gold Taeyang members were completely speechless. It was the moment their only specialty was perfectly crushed. It was an unexpected result, but a happy one. I seized the moment to scrape at their insides.

"Lol, you pathetic bastards."

"...We, we too."

"Huh?"

"If we had increased our dicks with skills as much as...!"

Mine is all-natural. But I didn't let it show and sneered.

"Here come the guys who think size is everything again. You idiots. If it’s bigger than a certain point, it doesn't feel good, it hurts. Tsk tsk. This is why guys who learn sex from manga are..."

"......"

Actually, I just heard that somewhere. How much experience do I have to know that? But it was a story I heard from an experienced older sister, so it was credible. Well, that sister did say that, generally, bigger is better. It’s just that if it’s abnormally large like some porn star, it goes beyond feeling good and starts to hurt. ...Wait, my size is exactly like that.

I looked at one man. Black Nungar. The only black person in the Gold Taeyang Clan... no, he’s not the only one, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the guy with the biggest dick among the black members is currently deflated. His dick lost to mine in size. I was surprised, too. I don't think it was this big before. Actually, in my original world, I always stopped before reaching full erection, so I didn't know what my maximum length was. Still, to think it would be much bigger than a black guy's.

While reading novels, I used to think, Do you really have to include that the protagonist's dick is bigger than a black guy's? But now that it’s my own situation, it feels fucking great. Long live the big-dick life.

Then, Black Nungar muttered in a fed-up voice:

"Colored people..."

"?"

I almost asked, Aren't you a colored person too? Is the concept of "colored people" in Elynar different from my original world? I seriously considered whether to crush Black Nungar, who was muttering as if he had a trauma, but I stopped. I should break this guy’s spirit, not just his body.

I chose only the women Black Nungar had held and asked:

"Hey."

"Haaak♡ Haaak♡ Yeaaah?"

"Do you like those guys, or do you like me?"

"Haaak♡ Haaak♡ I, I can't say that...♡"

"You fucking bitch, stop playing around. Then..."

I was about to say, I'll torture you, but a line from a manga came to mind.

"If you don't say it, I'll stop this."

"Haaak, ah, nooooo♡"

"Be honest. No. Even if it’s a lie, say they are better. Then I’ll spare you from torture for a day. But I’ll stop the good feeling."

It was a nerve-wracking proposal, but fortunately, the woman shouted without a moment's hesitation:

"Dre-nim is! Much! Much better than those ugly, tanned-skin idiots♡♡♡♡"

"Me toooooo♡"

"Dick♡ Give me your dickkkkk♡♡♡"

Even to my ears, it’s an idiotic situation. But I’m satisfied. The chorus of women was a bit of a turn-off, but seeing the Gold Taeyang bastards’ pride crack and their shocked expressions, it couldn't be any sweeter. Besides, the fact that the women who betrayed the Gold Taeyang members immediately when I inflicted pain chose pleasure in this situation where they were receiving the same pain means I am far superior in sex, their field of expertise. My plan was a complete success.

"Ah lol, you pathetic bastards. They say they like me better than you?"

"......"

"Well, I guess the answer is in the fact that you guys act like that in reality, thinking Gold Taeyangs are popular."

I don't really know if Gold Taeyangs are popular or not. But let me tell you, I’ve almost never seen a thug like a Gold Taeyang, let alone a guy who looks like a pretty-boy blonde. Even in the various clubs or host bars I went to when I went to kill organization members in the past. If they were popular, there would have been quite a few guys looking like Gold Taeyangs. In the end, they’re just for manga, for the masturbation of the mentally ill. And those idiots who tried to do that in reality are the highest level of morons. The despairing reactions of those morons are quite satisfying.

Honestly, I was curious while reading manga. In manga, whether they’re Gold Taeyangs or black men, no matter what they look like, they get along so well that they share women or are cool even if they get stolen from. I wondered what it would be like in reality. Shall we start from now? No, before that. I want to completely collapse their minds. The pain isn't enough yet. Only when something precious is broken do you truly learn loss. Losing these slutty, whore-like bitches would only hurt their pride. There would be almost no sense of loss. In other words, I need the most precious existence to them.

If necessary, I’d even bring them from my original world...

Live a good life.

......

No, Dad. Don't appear here. How long do I have to endure this? I have a mission to pay back exactly what these assholes did. So...

......

...Ah. My mood is ruined. ...Yeah. Well, yeah. These guys might be different, but the precious ones to a Gold Taeyang are likely ordinary people. If I touch the innocent—what makes me any different from these assholes? What right do I have to judge them? Let’s stop touching their most precious ones.

The mental collapse has progressed enough for now. Let’s move on to the next plan. Before that, let’s check the essential elements for this festival again.

"Hey. Rikka."

Rikka is trembling. When I told her to activate the spell again, for some reason, she shook her head, saying she wouldn't. It was only after coaxing and cajoling her that she finally used the spell, but suddenly the effect became significantly weaker. In the end, I’m just stopping the injured with Frozen Time and using Super Regeneration to heal only those who look like they’re about to die. Of course, my mana has limits. So, her spell is essential for torture, but it won't activate—maybe it consumes a significant amount of mana, or maybe it’s because of her mental state. Seeing her unable to do it even when I hit her or sometimes threaten her by cutting her with a knife, it seemed like the spell really wouldn't activate.

I called her quietly one more time.

"Rikka."

"I, I’m sorry. I won't activate it. I won't make you suffer."

"What kind of bullshit is that?"

I said in a tone that showed I was dumbfounded, wanting her to activate the spell, but the Gold Taeyang members shouted:

"Rikka, you!"

"Are you betraying us!"

They’ve got some nerve now that I’ve left them alone for a bit. When I stared at them with a blank expression, the Gold Taeyang members flinched.

"I won't rebel against you. P, please don't hit me..."

"Oh, shit. Forget it. Activate the spell properly. Otherwise..."

"Hiiik!"

Rikka has a seizure just from me raising my hand. As expected. It seems to be a mental issue. This won't do... there are still many stages left to step on them, many ways to torment them. For example, the male victims watching me. Plans to satisfy their anger, plans to use the dead guys, and so on...

...It would be easier if I had Inris's power. The prison left behind by the unidentified demon, Arbedia, seemed impossible to break. If I used the Severing Sword, there’s nothing I couldn't break, but if I used enough output to break that, I think I’d end up killing Inris inside it too. The Spatial Sword couldn't penetrate the prison, and other skills disappeared the moment they touched it. It’s tricky...

Can't be helped. Shall I use my trump card?

"Josa. Come out."

Crazy bastard.

That was Josa’s impression. He was dumbfounded. When he was first summoned here and saw Yeodre, his heart had pounded at the thought of contracting with someone of this caliber, but to think the situation would be one where the Incubus King Inris had descended. Moreover, it was completely unexpected that Inris would use the law of causality to fully descend not long after making a deal with Yeodre. Inris was indeed strong; due to the aftermath of his descent, the connection of the summoning had momentarily weakened, and he couldn't perceive the situation. When he finally returned, all the situations had been settled. No, it was more than that.

What is this?

Cruel acts, easily surpassing any demon, were being carried out everywhere. Above all, there was an unbelievable fact: Inris had disappeared. No, judging by the faint feeling, he seemed to be trapped in that prison. Could he have been defeated? A Demon King belonging to the True Purgatory? When he contracted with Josa, he had said he would just cancel Inris's summoning and kick him out, but he had fought the Demon King of Lust and ended up defeating the fully descended Inris.

What’s even more astonishing is... he survived even after meeting the being who made that prison?

The one who made that prison is ‘That Being.’ It was clearly a candidate for a true Demon King, one closer to the peak among the True Purgatory, which is a level higher than the 1st Purgatory. Everything was beyond common sense, so he couldn't pull himself together. In the midst of that, his name was called.

"Josa. Come out."

"......"

Josa appeared without a word. Yeodre’s intention was clear. He was trying to contract with him. Probably to gain the power to torture the dead without letting them die. Humans are cruel, but they also have a side that gets bored easily.

This person is different.

To think that even after doing so many cruel things, he wouldn't extinguish his anger but burn it even more fiercely. It had been a long time since he’d seen such a vicious human. Perhaps it was his first time.

"Let's make a bet."

"...A bet. You say?"

"I need your power. Not at a contract level, but entirely. So. You and I. I want one of us to completely surrender to the other."

"......"

"Of course, if you bring up something too absurd, I’ll just cancel the summoning."

Josa thought for a moment and opened his mouth.

"I have the ultimate mental corruption magic."

"Really? So?"

"If you can endure that and hold out, I will surrender immediately. Instead, if you cannot endure my attack, your soul will be mine."

It was an unreasonable and therefore ambiguous proposal. Given the nuance of "ultimate mental magic," it was clearly very powerful, but there was no way for Dre to know the level. Normally, he wouldn't accept the proposal. I don't know how he suppressed the Incubus King, but he must be confident in his own strength. So, there was a high possibility he would accept this proposal. Then, his soul would be his own. He didn't know if he could serve such a soul, but he was satisfied just being able to use him for a while. If he refused this proposal, Josa thought he would just make another one.

And Dre answered:

"You cannot interfere with others using me after I lose the bet. I’ll do it if you promise me that."

"Hoho."

In other words, he was telling him not to touch people, let alone his acquaintances, using him. Josa’s eyes shone.

He’s hooked.

The strongest mental magic he could use: Infinite Illusion. A magic that makes the opponent experience mental death infinitely until their mind collapses. If their mental strength is too strong, the magic would run out of effect first, but that would only be possible if they became an existence outside the norm, like an Ancient Dragon or one of the Eight Demon Kings.

In the first place, such existences would bounce this magic off just by staying still...

Josa smiled confidently and said:

"Then, shall we write a pledge."

"Good."

A demon’s pledge is simple. You just have to sign the document with each other’s blood. If there is a part that was secretly deceived, the contract is not established. Although demons are warlike, they are not an evil race, but there are quite a few as evil as humans, and there are often those who use stupid tricks, so it was a constraint that was attached. Of course, he wouldn't use useless tricks. Josa was a person who kept his dignity, as befitting someone from the True Purgatory, and he had already achieved a match that was very advantageous to him. The contract proceeded quickly, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Josa smiled confidently.

"You will regret it."

"Yeah, I bet."

Dre answered calmly. Honestly, it was very pathetic that a mere human was being so arrogant. Even if he’s strong, he’s just a mortal. Josa didn't hesitate to reach out and shoot countless vengeful spirits, Infinite Illusion. Tens of thousands of vengeful spirits would each embody ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the situations in which they died in his mind and ravage Dre.

"Kneel and beg even now. Then I promise humane treatment."

"Cut the chatter and do it."

"......"

"Your tongue is too long."

At those words, anger surged up.

"Don't regret it."

"You too."

And so, Josa made a foolish choice. Not knowing that the opponent had already escaped even thousands of years of death. In just three minutes, Dre escaped the magic.

"......"

Josa, sweating all over his body.

"Is your soul mine now?"

Humiliation, distrust, anger. Countless emotions and thoughts crossed Josa’s mind. The choice of Josa, a wise and demon-like demon—that is, a pragmatic one—was to kneel.

"......Master... my master."

It was a contract that was advantageous to Josa from the beginning. He lost the match, so he had nothing to say. Josa’s actions before the match was decided came to his mind. ...If he holds a grudge and tortures him. He would have to be tortured helplessly. He looked around at the terrible scene, sweating inwardly. This torture-maniac might ravage him...

Thud.

A hand was placed on his shoulder. Cold sweat, which he hadn't shed for years, flowed down Josa’s cheek. Yeodre’s, his master’s face approached his ear.

"Josa."

"...Yes."

"I’ll ask you two things."

Dre asked two things. And Josa answered with all his heart.

"In other words. Both are possible?"

"That... is correct."

Josa sweated. It was only theoretically possible. No way. There’s no way such a thing could be possible. No, setting aside whether it’s possible, he seriously intends to do such a thing? He would go to such trouble to torment these guys? No, if it’s this guy, it might be possible. Josa felt overwhelmed by the vessel called Yeodre before his power and contract. Dre laughed.

"Good."

With the eyes of a child who had found something more fun than the toy he was playing with, he said:

"It’s the climax."

Josa couldn't answer. Instead, Dre tilted his head.

"This line. I feel like I’ve said it somewhere."

Where was it? Dre, who was contemplating, realized with an Ah.

Training. It was when he tried to kill that woman.