Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Public Show
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Prism Pink lay limply on the floor of Room 404.
Six days had passed in total. Her body no longer resisted.
The magical girl battle outfit I'd dressed her in for practice just moments ago was torn and soiled.
The frilled skirt that had once been her symbol was in tatters, and her white long boots were covered in scratches.
Her eyes burned with resentment and rage, but her body looked serene.
The past six days of training had been brutal, yet at the same time, a process of healing.
The mana from Nipple that I'd injected filled every corner of her body.
She appeared to be a fallen magical girl on the surface, but deep within, a new power was sprouting.
"Hoo."
I let out a rough breath as I pulled the dildo from her body.
Her thighs trembled faintly.
'Good work, Yeri.'
I brought my lips close to her ear and moved them teasingly without speaking.
Her eyelids fluttered before slowly closing.
The tattoo etched on her lower abdomen now held a subtly different hue.
A pink uterus-shaped tattoo tinged with black.
[Mental Corruption: 99%]
Perfect.
Now, that final 1% would be filled during tomorrow's show.
I stroked her hair once before leaving the room.
The heavy clang of the iron door echoed loudly.
8 p.m.
New Seoul Central Hall.
Preparations for tomorrow's Public Training Show were in full swing, with stage setup underway.
Intense lights were being installed atop the massive circular stage, and demon staff bustled about.
I stood at the center of the stage and grabbed the mic.
"Alright, lighting check! Pin light number 3, focus on center!"
At my shout, a blinding spotlight hit the stage's heart.
It dazzled my eyes. Tomorrow, thousands of demons would pack this place, and it would be broadcast live worldwide.
"Good. Next, actor entrance!"
On my cue, a woman climbed onto the stage.
She was Yuna, the aspiring actress doubling as Prism Pink.
Yuna had a similar build and looks to Han Yeri.
Of course, she lacked the aura of a true magical girl, but she was plenty good for rehearsal.
She had a heart-shaped tattoo on her chest and a B-grade barcode on her lower abdomen.
"Ready?"
She nodded tensely at my question.
"Yes, I'm ready!"
She wore nothing but a transformation-suppression collar. The gem on it glowed red.
"Cue!"
I raised my hand.
Yuna walked to the stage center.
"You demon scum! I won't forgive you!"
She staggered dramatically before dropping to her knees.
The lights bathed her.
"This is where she transforms into a magical girl."
I explained to the staff.
"Special effects team, transformation sequence ready!"
Smoke billowed from the stage floor.
Yuna clutched her chest in agony.
"Transform!"
At her cry, the hologram device activated, enveloping her body. Particles of light concealed her nudity, morphing it into a flashy magical girl outfit.
Of course, it was fake. Nothing like a real magical girl's transformation, but the visuals were spot-on.
Once transformed, Yuna stood.
A prop magic wand gleamed in her hand.
"You filthy demons! In the name of justice, I won't forgive you!"
She swung the wand as scripted.
Low-rank demons playing the audience jeered.
"Boo! Kill her! Strip her!"
Yuna recoiled in feigned panic.
And that was my cue.
I strode onstage, blocking her path.
"Insolent bitch! How dare you swing that wand?"
I twisted her wrist, snatching the wand.
"Aaaagh!"
Yuna screamed and fell.
I mimed choking her throat.
"After transforming, she'll motion to attack the demon audience, then snap to attention at my command for the violation scene."
I emphasized to the staff again.
"Timing is key here. The audience tenses thinking it's real, then feels relief and catharsis when I subdue her. Got it?"
The staff nodded.
"Alright, take it from the top. Yuna, more defiance this time. Like she really means to kill."
"Yes, got it!"
Yuna rose, sweating profusely.
The rehearsal looped several times.
She looked exhausted but didn't complain. If anything, she burned to improve.
"That's it for today! Good work!"
Rehearsal wrapped past 10 p.m.
Staff packed up and trickled out.
I grabbed my things and stepped offstage.
"Um, Training Officer."
Yuna called to me.
She stood wrapped only in a robe, sweat-slicked. Her ample cleavage peeked through.
"Good work. Your acting was solid today."
I offered perfunctory praise.
She smiled shyly, grabbing my arm.
"Thank you. Um... could you use me again next time? I can really give it my all."
Her body pressed against my arm. Soft skin met mine.
Her eyes pleaded desperately.
Ambition to 'succeed' in this world blazed within her.
Probably craving selection as an upper citizen by demons, or a popular slave's cushy life.
I flashed a lewd grin on purpose.
This was how fallen humans survived—using their bodies as weapons to leech off power.
I couldn't refuse her. Shouldn't. I was the brainwashed training officer and manager, after all.
"Oh? Want a deeper test, then?"
I wrapped an arm around her waist.
"Oh my, right here?"
She feigned surprise but seemed thrilled inside.
"What, don't want to?"
"No! I love it! Anytime with you, Training Officer..."
She looped her arms around my neck, lips parted.
I stripped off her robe.
Her naked body gleamed anew. Sweat beaded sensually under the lights.
I gripped her breasts firmly.
"Hngh!"
She moaned.
I rubbed her nipples with my thumbs.
"Nice and firm. You take good care of them."
"Thank you... I prepped them for you, Training Officer..."
She half-lidded her eyes, savoring my touch.
I pushed her onto a prop crate in the stage corner.
She spread her legs naturally.
She was already wet.
I undid my belt.
"Take it."
I thrust in roughly, no foreplay.
"Haaang!"
Her cry echoed through the empty hall.
I seized her waist and pounded upward fiercely.
Her walls clenched tight, sucking me in.
But my heart stayed cold.
She was just a tool to vent tension and stress for tomorrow's show.
She knew it too. Didn't matter. She craved pleasure and opportunity.
"More! Harder, please, Training Officer!"
She clung to my back, yelling.
I smacked her ass.
"Quiet. You're just a hole."
"Yes! I'm a hole! Your personal hole, Training Officer!"
She eagerly debased herself.
I bit her nape and drove home the final thrusts.
"Urgh!"
A brief climax, and I came.
Hot seed flooded her.
She panted in satisfaction.
I fixed my clothes and pulled away.
"Busy now. Talk later."
I said coldly.
She looked wistful but didn't protest.
"Okay... I'll wait for your call, Training Officer."
She redonned her robe and winked.
I left without looking back.
As I walked the corridor, I brushed off my hands.
Yuna's scent lingered.
But my mind was all Prism Pink.
Tomorrow decided everything.
"Nipple, ready?"
"Of course. Tomorrow's historic."
Nipple cackled.
"Your stamina's insane, though? Fresh as ever after that."
"Shut up. Just a warm-up."
I ignored him and quickened my pace.
Final checks until morning.
Lighting, sound, effects, and Prism Pink's condition.
No room for error.
I headed back to B Zone of the Correction Facility.
Demon guards stood before Room 404.
"Good work. Here for final checks."
They recognized me and stepped aside.
"Human training officer. Working through the night, huh."
I entered.
Han Yeri wasn't asleep.
"Not sleeping?"
I lowered my voice.
She turned to me.
Her eyes brimmed with resentment and betrayal.
It stung, but I held back.
Time to tell her my original purpose for coming here.