The Disappearance of the S-Class Hero (2)
Seated in the bedroom chair, I activated the project Anima had prepared in advance, and a video began playing on the wall.
—Ulp! Huuup⋯ Ulp!
—Cezar, can you see?
"Yeah, I can see it fine."
Reclining comfortably with a glass of wine in hand, I watched the scene unfold. Only now did it truly sink in that I had become the emperor of evil, seated high above the world.
The video showed Miriam, completely naked, eyes and mouth covered, bound tightly with ropes.
This was the result of my order to Anima to train Miriam instead of executing her. Unlike usual, Anima had dressed in formal attire and donned gloves for the task.
What needed to be understood was that this was not merely an act driven by personal feelings toward Miriam.
Of course, if asked whether I was doing this to take revenge on Miriam for betraying me, I could not swear on my life that there was no such motive. Yet that was not the sole reason. To put it plainly, this was also for the sake of Ravilis.
The purpose was simple: this footage would be broadcast throughout Tenebris, showcasing the Cezar’s first act—capturing an S-Class hero from the human side and subjecting her to torture. By leaking portions of her training video to the human side as well, we intended to break their will to fight.
Even if someone were to ask whether I, as the S-Class hero Eternal, felt any pangs of conscience… I felt none.
Those who betrayed me, took my life, and still curse the traitor Eternal to this day without a shred of gratitude—why should I feel any guilt toward them?
—I shall begin.
Anima fastened her gloves properly and began running her hands over Miriam’s body.
—By the Cezar’s command, I will brief everything. The subject is S-Class Hero Rank 2, Miriam. The trainer is the Cezar’s secretary, Anima.
Anima’s touch slipped between Miriam’s thighs, which were bound and unable to move.
Nothing stained Anima’s white gloves yet, but as she began to toy with Miriam’s folds, the growing wetness became visible in real time.
—Sensitivity normal. Confirming the presence of the hymen.
When Anima pressed a button on the mechanical device, Miriam’s bound legs were forced apart until they were nearly horizontal. Her body was lifted, fully exposing the secret place that had been only slightly hidden by the ropes.
—Ulp! Uuulp! Huup! Uuuuulp!!!!
As expected, Miriam struggled violently, but Anima paid no heed to the noise and retrieved the tool needed to fulfill her duty.
—Hymen examination result: ruptured.
"So it was true."
My hand gripping the chair armrest tightened with force.
It felt as though I had finally learned the true reason behind Miriam’s betrayal.
As though I had come to realize a truth I had desperately wished would never be.
"Anima."
—Yes, Cezar.
"You may do as you please."
—I receive your command.
Anima’s first action, now fully authorized by me, was to operate the apparatus.
With Miriam’s most intimate place still fully exposed, Anima manipulated the device, and something new emerged.
—This is an orgasm prevention device. It monitors the subject’s pleasure signals via brainwaves and alerts when climax is imminent.
She then brought over several small tools, sat so her face was level with Miriam’s exposed folds, and began moving her hands.
—The first stage of training will focus on the clitoris and labia rather than penetration. Internal vaginal training will follow after external stimulation.
At the press of a button, a strong vibrating sound—ziiing—emerged from Anima’s hand. Without hesitation, she pressed it against Miriam’s slightly exposed clitoris.
—As the Cezar is aware, a woman’s pleasure center is concentrated in the clitoris. However, one must remember that the stimulation must be moderate. Because the nerves are so densely packed, excessive stimulation can turn pleasure into pain.
Yet despite those words, the sight of Anima mercilessly working the small bead felt contradictory.
—Huuuulp!!!! Uuuuulp!!!! Huuuuuuuuulp!!!!
Well, if her bound body was trembling violently in an attempt to move despite being restrained, then it was clearly pleasure rather than pain. A woman’s body was something Anima, being female herself, would understand far better than I.
Of course, there were physical differences between demons and humans, but fundamentally, the organs meant for pleasure and reproduction showed little variation.
When Anima pressed another button, the mechanical device forced Miriam’s small folds even wider open.
The timidly protruding clitoris, flushed from stimulation, had turned from its original pink to a deeper, engorged shade. Even as her body shook as though in an earthquake, she remained fixed in place by the apparatus, unable to escape. The sight was almost pitiful.
Then, the fluids that had been trickling from Miriam suddenly gushed forth like a flood, drenching Anima’s face right in front of her. Anima’s already expressionless face grew even colder.
—This was anticipated. However, I was supposed to adjust so she would not climax. It seems her threshold for enduring pleasure was lower than expected. My mistake. I will need to recalibrate the settings.
Anima lightly wiped her face with a handkerchief and resumed probing Miriam’s clearly spent folds.
Miriam’s screams echoed through the video as she faced this cruel act, but Anima continued working her hands without the slightest concern.
Only when the spread folds began to visibly convulse did Anima finally withdraw her hand.
—Huuup! Euuueup!!!
Whether Miriam was truly begging to be released or not, Anima ignored the cries and washed her thoroughly soaked hand.
—Today’s training session is scheduled to continue for approximately five more hours.
Once the brainwave monitor indicated that Miriam’s pleasure levels had dropped, the training resumed once more.
Thus, only when the skies of Tenebris turned from blue to golden did the first day of training finally come to an end.
**
"Good work, Anima."
"It was nothing. I have returned Miriam to her cell. I applied a mild aphrodisiac to her lower regions and bound her limbs so she cannot relieve herself."
"Mm, thorough as always. That’s why it’s you, Anima."
"You flatter me."
Half a year had already passed since I arrived.
I could feel myself gradually assimilating into the demon way of thinking, my personality changing. But if I had to name the one thing that had changed the most, it was my trust in Anima.
"How are the reactions?"
"My skills are lacking, but the residents of Tenebris seem sufficiently satisfied. As per your orders, the young and attractive women among the Osril captives will be sold to the pleasure houses after the soldiers finish training them. The response to that announcement has been quite favorable as well."
"Yeah, I figured as much. Whether demon or human, no one can help but feel favorably toward those who satisfy their instincts."
The previous expedition had not been solely about destroying Osril and capturing Miriam.
If the humans saw this, they might curse me, saying, "How can you still call yourself human?!" But what could I do? I was no longer human.
And it was humans who had made me this way.
The humans captured from Osril numbered around several hundred.
Since we had taken mostly the young ones, the male captives would be used as slaves for labor, while the female captives—only those with decent appearances—would be placed in the pleasure houses.
The profits from this should be considerable.
Increase wealth. Expand the power base.
Though the other legion commanders harbored much discontent toward Anima and me, once our foundation grew solid enough, they would no longer be able to oppose me openly.
They would bow their heads of their own accord. That was simply the nature of demons.
"It is quite late for dinner. This is my oversight. I shall prepare the meal at once."
"Ah, dinner. Right, Anima. Could I ask a favor?"
"Please speak."
"I’d like us to have dinner together today."
"How could I possibly…"
"No, it’s not because I dislike eating alone. Bring Miriam. Let’s keep her bound beside us. I thought it might help with her training as well."
"⋯Understood. I shall prepare everything promptly."
"Good. I’m counting on you."
It wasn’t because I disliked eating alone. Not really.
Well, if I were being honest, that thought wasn’t entirely absent either… but that wasn’t what mattered.
I had already cast aside any lingering sentiment. As Ira, the Cezar of Ravilis who hid the fact that he was once Eternal, breaking down Miriam—our adversary—was of utmost importance to me. Even something as simple as a meal was part of that process.
About thirty minutes later, Anima informed me that dinner was ready, and we headed to the dining hall together.
At the prepared table, alongside an appetizing meal, sat Miriam—completely bound and letting out soft moans.
It was the most satisfying meal I had enjoyed since arriving in Tenebris.