Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Complete Brainwashing Corruption Training
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“Ladies and gentlemen! And our esteemed demonkind!”
When I grabbed the mic and shouted, the cheers died down.
“The show we have for you tonight is the final downfall of a corrupted hero! And a new beginning!”
The spotlight shone on Han Yeri.
She stood alone in the center of the stage.
Wearing a pink lingerie dress and barefoot.
Her pale skin gleamed ghostly under the lights, her disheveled hair adding to her pathos.
Her expression was rigid. A complex mix of fear, shame, and anger.
“Shall we get started? Witness the last struggle of Prism Pink, apostle of justice!”
With my signal, the stage mechanisms activated.
Low-level demons rose from the floor. They charged at Han Yeri wielding clubs and whips.
This was Act 1 of the show.
The helpless magical girl on the verge of being ravaged by beasts dramatically awakens and defeats them.
Only to fall most pathetically in that moment of victory—a twist.
Han Yeri hesitated.
But soon, her eyes changed.
Instinctive battle sense.
She dodged a charging goblin's arm and tripped it with her foot. Barefoot, yet her movements were nimble.
“Hyaaah!”
She let out a spirited cry as she struck an orc in the solar plexus.
Though her magic was sealed, a decade of combat experience remained etched in her body.
Jeers and cheers erupted from the audience simultaneously.
“Ooh, not bad!”
“Still just human trash! Crush her!”
She fought valiantly. But she was outnumbered.
The encirclement tightened, her breathing growing ragged.
The hem of her dress tore, scratches appearing on her white thighs.
She staggered and dropped to one knee.
A desperate crisis.
Now was the time.
I grabbed the mic and shouted.
“Rise, Prism Pink! Show them your power!”
In that instant, the magic circle on the stage floor glowed.
The mana amplifier I'd installed beforehand activated.
At the same time, the Nipple inside me released mana.
The collar around her neck resonated, emitting red light.
“Ughhh!”
Han Yeri rose with a pained groan.
A pink aura bloomed from her body.
It wasn't smoke. It was real mana.
“Transform!”
She shouted.
A blinding flash enveloped the stage.
The audience shielded their eyes and murmured.
As the light faded, a armored magical girl stood there.
In her hand was a massive heart-shaped magic wand.
Her eyes blazed.
That gaze pierced toward the demons—and toward Catriana in the VIP seats.
“You filthy devils! I'll kill you all!”
She raised the magic wand high.
A massive energy sphere began forming at its tip.
This wasn't stage effects. It was real lethal magic.
The audience froze in an instant.
“Huh? That's real, isn't it?”
“That mana feels serious...”
Demons murmured, rising from their seats.
Some high demons looked tense, preparing barriers.
Even Catriana leaned forward with interest.
“Hoo.”
The corner of her mouth curved up.
Han Yeri swung the wand.
The energy sphere hurtled toward the front of the stage.
Killing intent filled her eyes.
Now's the moment!
If I let her fire, it would be a catastrophe.
But this was exactly the timing I'd aimed for.
As the audience held their breath in terror and tension.
I pressed the remote button.
“Transformation release!”
“Bzzzt—!”
With the mechanical sound, her collar flashed red.
“Kyaaahhh!”
Han Yeri's scream rang out.
The gathered energy scattered into the air.
The armor dissolved into particles of light, and she plummeted back to the floor in her lingerie dress.
Her half-naked form was exposed starkly.
Silence fell.
And then.
“Woooaaahhh!”
The arena shook with explosive cheers.
“Insane! The staging is killer!”
“I actually got scared! This show's awesome!”
The demons went wild. Fear and tension turned to relief, doubling their pleasure.
I walked onto the stage.
The fallen Han Yeri trembled, gasping for breath.
She looked up at me.
Eyes full of resentment and shame.
I'll kill you.
That's what it seemed to say.
But I approached and grabbed her hair.
“Good job. Excellent performance.”
I turned off the mic and mouthed to her ear.
'This is the finale. Just a bit longer.'
Then I pulled her to her feet.
Her half-naked body was exposed to thousands of gazes.
She instinctively tried to cover herself, but I wrenched her arms behind her back.
“Now it's time for punishment. The fitting penalty for an arrogant magical girl!”
I stood behind her.
My bare body pressed against her back.
I slid my thing between her ass cheeks.
“Hngh!”
She swallowed a scream.
I gripped her waist and thrust up hard.
This was the show. The most stimulating, most corrupt show.
But also the final ritual.
The last influx of the Nipple's mana into her through my body.
99.1%… 99.5%… 99.8%
“Aaah! Ahng! Aaaahng!”
Her moans echoed through the hall via the mic.
Her body arched sharply.
Sweat and fluids mixed, trickling down her thighs.
She threw her head back, eyes rolling white.
Climax.
Mental Corruption Level: 100%
“Waaah!”
The audience roared.
Fireworks burst, confetti rained.
“Congratulations! Another magical girl fully corrupted!”
My vision flashed white.
It felt like hot lava erupting from deep inside.
My head buzzed.
It's over. I'm done for.
Han Yeri despaired. The 100% burned into her mind.
She would lose her self, become a demon slave. Crawl on all fours like a beast, licking her master's shoes.
But.
Huh?
Something was off.
Her consciousness didn't fade.
It sharpened, instead.
Her body quivered in pleasure, the man's thing still thrusting fiercely between her legs, but her mind wasn't chaotic.
Calm, like the eye of a storm.
Then.
A voice echoed in her head.
Rise.
The man's voice.
Now say who you are.
She was confused.
What is this? Hallucination?
But the voice was crystal clear. An irresistible absolute command.
No—more like a compass guiding her will.
She opened her mouth.
It wasn't her will.
But no resistance either.
She staggered to her feet.
Naked, fluids of semen and her own dripping from between her legs.
“Prism Pink has been fully corrupted and trained.”
Shame surged. She wanted to crawl into a hole.
But her mouth wouldn't stop.
“I will obey my Master forever.”
She walked to the front of the stage and knelt.
Lowering her head.
What is this? Why am I doing this?
Her inner self screamed.
But her body was perfectly controlled.
The demons cheered wildly.
“Uoooh! She's really fallen!”
“Amazing! So this is 100% corruption!”
Then the man's voice came again.
This time, not a whisper but resounding directly in her mind.
Good job. Very good.
The voice was warm.
This isn't hypnosis or brainwashing. It's a safeguard I planted to protect you.
Safeguard?
She wondered inwardly.
Yes. To the demons' system, you're a perfect slave now. No one will suspect you. But your soul is free.
She looked up at the man.
He stood in the shadows at the back of the stage.
His eyes met hers.
They said.
You can sing of hope again. But not now. Hide in the darkness now. Build your strength.
Ah.
Tears flowed in her heart.
Not of despair or resentment.
Relief, gratitude, and hope—hot tears tracing her soul.
She lowered her head again.
And answered in her mind.
I understand. I'll trust you.
Under the stage lights pouring down.
The fully corrupted magical girl Prism Pink.
But within that shell, a shining soul still breathed.
This wasn't the end.
The real war was just beginning.