Chapter 58
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 58
Chapter Title: Thigh Job Creampie
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Azazel grabbed my cock and balls with a hand slick with body wash.
“Ugh…”
With all my most precious and vulnerable parts clenched in her grip, a wave of fear washed over me—along with an even stronger surge of arousal born from helplessness.
Trapped in a shower room with a muscular noona, my cock seized like this. My legs trembled on their own, and my hips twitched from the mix of dread and excitement.
“Don’t want to tell me? Even though noona told you everything?”
Squeeze—
Azazel tightened her grip around my balls. I could feel the solid movement of her firm muscles through her entire body.
Twitch—
With her strength, crushing my fragile balls wouldn’t be difficult at all.
Feeling the pressure gradually increase, I shook my head.
“N-no. It’s just… I don’t remember very well.”
Even the Demon King’s authority can’t read my memories. If I play dumb, no one can uncover the truth.
Besides, even if I told the truth, no one would believe it. Claiming amnesia seemed like the safest choice.
Unfortunately, that judgment didn’t work out well.
“Oh? Amnesia? How convenient.”
Crush—
“Ghk!”
She squeezed harder, gripping and releasing my balls as she whispered into my ear.
“Hm? If you didn’t want to talk, you could’ve just said so. Why lie?”
“Ghk… I-it’s not a lie…”
“Really? Then shall we find out the truth?”
With that, Azazel slowly pulled my balls upward.
Agonizing pain shot through me. To lessen it even slightly, I rose onto my tiptoes as high as I could.
The moment I stretched upward, my hips tightened and my legs began trembling violently.
And perhaps because my hips were clenched, the Demon King’s Special Aneros lodged inside me started stimulating again.
“Ugh…”
Balls in a woman’s grasp, and an Aneros in my ass. The worst.
“I’m here as your instructor right now. Answer honestly.”
“Ghh…”
She kept pulling upward. Even standing on tiptoe wasn’t enough.
The pain intensified.
A-at this rate, my balls are going to burst…
In the end, to save them—and myself—I wrapped both arms around Azazel’s neck.
Snap—
Like a monkey hanging from a tree, I clung to her body to raise myself as much as possible.
Yes, I was basically entrusting my entire body to someone dangerous—but it was still better than having my balls torn apart.
“Haa… haa…”
Clinging to her, I panted, savoring the brief peace. She still had my balls in her grasp, but at least the excruciating pain had eased.
Even though my fully erect shaft was rubbing against her lower abdomen, I didn’t have the luxury to care.
‘I… I survived.’
For the moment, that was enough.
But my suffering had only just begun.
Squeeze—
Still holding my balls tightly, Azazel said,
“What? Did you think clinging to me would change anything?”
“Gah!”
“And what’s this in your butt?”
Seeing my reflection in the mirror, she tilted her head at the strange object protruding from me.
The handle stuck out enough that someone unfamiliar wouldn’t immediately know what it was.
Press—
Curious, Azazel pressed the Demon King’s Special Aneros lodged in my ass.
“Ghk.”
The pressure pushed directly against my prostate.
My body trembled at the sharp, tingling sensation. At first it had been nothing but discomfort and pain, but somehow… pleasure was beginning to mix in.
‘This is dangerous…’
If I keep wearing this, I might actually turn into a female…
After testing the tip and observing my reaction, Azazel withdrew her hand.
“Honestly, I told you not to ‘develop’ your ass. This must be something the Demon King put in.”
Smack—
She slapped my butt, the sharp sting echoing through the shower room.
Then she peeled me off her neck and set me down on the floor, rinsing the soap from my body with the showerhead.
Sssshhh—
As she washed me, she spoke.
“Enough playing around. Let’s begin the real lesson.”
“Y-yes.”
I wanted to ask if pulling someone’s balls counted as ‘playing,’ but mouthing off might get me killed, so I stayed quiet.
Azazel continued her explanation.
“First… let’s study angel attributes.”
“Angel attributes?”
“Yeah. Nothing academic. Just what you need to know. In other words—the lewd parts.”
“…Yes.”
Apparently, the only information I ‘need’ is sexual information. When did my status become this?
“Basically, angels are conservative about sex. Not just sex—even physical contact with men is taboo.”
“I see…”
Sex being forbidden. I shouldn’t talk, considering I practice Virgin Arts, but still.
“Because they’ve been raised that way all their lives, angels even harbor a kind of hostility toward male bodies. There was a commotion outside earlier. Something happened, right?”
At her question, I nodded.
“Yes… an angel attacked me.”
“Right. There are multiple reasons, but part of it is that hostility toward men. Anyway, angels are fundamentally antagonistic toward males. However.”
Slide—
She gently stroked my rigid cock.
“At the same time, they feel sexual curiosity. They suppress a boiling libido inside. They don’t show it, but deep down they’re probably all crazy to have sex. There’s only so long you can rely on masturbation and dildos for hundreds of years.”
“!”
If what she says is true, angels reject male bodies and forbid contact—yet are secretly desperate to fuck men.
In some ways, that’s more terrifying than demons.
A chill ran down my spine.
“But… what does that have to do with me?”
I know my semen has exceptional properties, and that it may develop further. And now I know angels secretly desire men.
But what does that have to do with me becoming an anti-angel strategic weapon?
Azazel shrugged lightly, speaking in a joking tone.
“How would I know? Maybe they’re planning to send you to the Heavenly Realm to corrupt all the angels. Use you as a living sex toy.”
“!!”
“Angels gradually lose their holy power when they have relations with men. So maybe the plan is to let them fall for you, weaken them, and then wage war on Heaven. Just a guess.”
“S-such a…”
So in other words, throw me into Heaven and use the power in my semen to seduce angels from within.
And today is just testing that possibility—starting with a fallen angel like Azazel.
That’s terrifying.
‘That’s too much!’
They’re treating me like a Trojan horse.
If things go as planned, I’ll become a semen tank for countless angels!
And if the plan fails, that’s even worse.
‘If they realize the Demon Realm’s intentions… and refuse to have relations with me…’
What if, instead of using me, they decide—like our Demon King—to go for my back door?
What if they discover I’m a spy and punish me?
What if radiant goddesses laugh sweetly while strapping on white penises and ravaging my ass…?
It would be a disaster.
‘N-no way!’
“Alright, let’s begin the real experiment. Simple skin contact doesn’t seem to cause issues… Do you feel any pain or anything strange?”
Azazel rubbed her skin against mine as she asked.
Blushing, I shook my head.
“I don’t think so…”
She’d pressed her firm, muscular body against me, I’d clung to her tightly—no particular reaction.
I’m not a demon, and she’s not a pure angel. There doesn’t seem to be strong rejection.
“Good. Then next.”
Grip—
She grabbed my erection and trapped it between her thick thighs.
“!”
Caught between Azazel’s solid thighs, my cock was immobilized.
I tried pulling my hips back in surprise, but it didn’t budge.
“Ugh.”
“Where do you think you’re running?”
She pressed her body forward, slamming me against the shower booth wall.
Thud—
Pinned between Azazel and the wall.
“Uhn!”
Her muscular frame blocked me from the front, the wall from behind. Completely trapped.
I twisted, trying to escape—useless resistance.
“Haa…”
“Good. We’ve confirmed ordinary contact causes no issue. So now we should test the next part~”
“W-what’s next?”
At my trembling question, Azazel curved her eyes into a sly smile.
“What else?”
Press—
Her powerful thighs tightened, crushing my cock between them.
“Sexual contact.”