Chapter 14
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Magical Pure
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Underground Level 5, Special Isolation Area.
This place carried a stillness unlike any ordinary prison facility.
The air hung heavy with oppressive tension, born from the clash between the demons' malevolent aura and the sacred power resisting it.
Deepest within, Room 501.
Two demon guards stood watch before the door.
Inside the room was a single girl.
Magical Pure. Her real name: Lee Sua.
She knelt on the floor, hands bound behind her back, heavy shackles clamped around her ankles.
Yet her posture remained unbroken, like a saint in prayer. Her eyes were calmly closed.
Her white dress, wrapped around her body, was torn and soiled in places, but the resolve it contained remained unstained.
"Ugh!"
Suddenly, her body pitched forward.
Someone had swung a whip from behind.
"Hey! You bitch! React or something! Come on, react!"
The one wielding the whip was a low-rank demon shaman. He yelled in irritation and swung again.
Crack!
A sharp ripping sound echoed as a red welt bloomed across her back. But no blood flowed. A faint light seeped from the wound, healing it in moments.
"Damn it! Again? Goddess's blessing or whatever, this is getting ridiculous!"
The goblin spat on the floor.
She swallowed a pained groan and straightened her posture once more.
Her eyes trembled.
Who the hell... betrayed us?
The question circled endlessly in her mind.
A week ago, when she was ambushed, they had known her exact movements.
As if someone inside had leaked the information.
The nightmare of that day resurfaced.
Her comrades falling, and even she herself, shackled in mana-suppressing cuffs, dragged here in humiliation.
"Step aside. Let me try."
This time, a human trainer stepped forward.
He approached her with a lecherous grin, a vibrating dildo in hand.
"A pure magical girl... I wonder how long you can hold out?"
He hiked up her skirt. White panties came into view.
He unhesitatingly shoved them aside and tried to insert the dildo.
But in that instant.
Zzzzt!
A powerful electric current sparked.
"Aaagh!"
The trainer screamed and tumbled backward. The dildo fell to the floor, buzzing on its own. His hand was charred black, smoke rising from it.
"What the hell? Electrocuted?"
The surrounding demons buzzed in surprise.
She let out a sigh of relief.
The goddess's power still protected her. Physical contact might be allowed, but her most intimate and sacred place could not be violated.
It was the goddess's final bastion for a magical girl—the mark of her purity.
But she knew it wouldn't last forever.
The moment her mental fortitude crumbled, the blessing would vanish too. And the demons were endlessly tormenting her, waiting for just that.
"Tch, useless idiots."
A mid-rank demon watching from the corner clicked his tongue.
"Hey, hand over the magic stones. I won, right? Bet was she couldn't take it today."
He held out his hand to his fellow demon.
"Damn, she's one tough bitch."
The other grumbled but pulled a few purple magic stones from his pocket and handed them over.
She bit her lip as she overheard their exchange.
She was nothing more than a betting chip to them. No respect as a person, not even treated as a living being.
Shame and rage welled up, but she suppressed her emotions and closed her eyes again.
I have to endure. I must survive and uncover the truth.
Camilla lounged with her legs propped on the desk, reviewing documents. The tip of her red high heel twitched.
"Sit."
Without looking up from her papers, she pointed to the chair in front.
I cautiously took a seat.
The room smelled of sweet perfume mixed with old paper.
The view of New Seoul beyond the window looked bleak under gray clouds.
"You know about Magical Pure?"
Camilla asked abruptly.
"I've heard a bit, Director! She's one of the Resistance Army's key forces, right?"
I replied in a crisp, disciplined tone.
"Ugh, still so polite. Relax, relax. You got promoted, remember? To mid-rank trainer."
She chuckled and tossed the documents onto the desk.
On top was [Personnel Order: Kang Jinwoo - Promoted to Mid-Rank Trainer], with my ID photo attached.
I looked dumb in the picture, grinning like an idiot.
"All thanks to you, Director Camilla! Loyalty!"
"Ha, whatever... heehee."
She giggled as if amused.
"Anyway, you're taking over Magical Pure. Whether it's human trainers like you or demon agents, zero progress in a week."
She got to the point.
"She's tough, and the goddess's blessing is still active, so I'll give you plenty of time. Seeing how you handled Prism Pink, I figure you can cook this one too."
My heart sank.
Magical Pure.
She was a different level of challenge from Prism Pink.
While Pink had grown on the public's idol adoration, Pure had forged her strength as a warrior on the battlefield.
Their mental fibers were worlds apart. And 'goddess's blessing'? That meant breaching an absolute barrier that blocked even physical access.
But I couldn't show it.
"It's an honor! I'll make it happen!"
I clenched my fist.
"Good. I expect results. Fail, and you know what? You might end up in her cell instead."
Camilla said it like a joke, but her eyes were ice cold.
"Out."
"Yes, ma'am!"
I stood and turned.
Leaving the director's office, I walked the corridor, letting out a deep sigh.
Promotion.
Higher pay and more authority were nice, but so were the added responsibility and risk.
And Magical Pure? This was a poisoned chalice.
Nipple. Is this an opportunity or a crisis?
I called out to him inwardly.
"No choice, gotta take it."
Nipple's voice was calm.
"It's a path we can't avoid. The war's already started—just between us. And that Pure girl? She's got a solid mana reservoir. Not bad at all. Er, mana tank, I mean. Polish her right, and she'll be as strong as Pink."
"Easier said than done. How do we breach the goddess's blessing?"
"There's a way. If physical attacks don't work, go mental. Create an opening. Even a tiny crack—shove my mana in through it."
It sounded plausible. But creating that crack was the issue.
I pressed the elevator button for Underground Level 5.
Watching the numbers change, I began plotting in my head.
I needed a different approach from Prism Pink.
She was a warrior. Push for submission, and she'd resist harder.
So...
Betrayal.
Rumor had it Magical Pure was Resistance Army, captured alone in a demon ambush.
She'd naturally suspect a leak in her movements—betrayal from within.
She had to be wondering who it was.
I could use that doubt and anxiety.
The elevator doors opened, spilling cold air.
Underground Level 5's corridor was dark and damp.
I muffled my footsteps approaching Room 501.
Through the bars, I saw her—white back, kneeling in prayer.
"Hello, Pure."
I called softly.
Her shoulders twitched.
She slowly turned to look at me.
Those eyes.
Clear and pure, yet sharp as ice.
"Who are you?"
Her voice was steady.
"Your new handler."
I jingled the keyring and smiled.
"Let's get along."
I locked the door.
"You know Prism Pink's fully corrupted, right?"
I tossed it out casually after locking up.
Her head snapped up. Those clear eyes shook.
Her lips trembled, disbelieving—or unwilling to believe.
"Guess you haven't heard."
I clicked my tongue.
I shrugged exaggeratedly for effect.
"That lofty Prism Pink put on quite the show at yesterday's Public Training Show—fully corrupted. Crawled out on her own and sucked her master's cock like a pro. Curious? I can show you later. Got it all on video."
"L-lies."
She squeezed out the words. Her voice cracked.
"Lies? Ha! Think demons are idiots who'd fake a show like that? It was live worldwide, missy."
I sneered and reached for her.
She flinched back, but there was nowhere to go. Tiny isolation cell.
My hand gripped her breast.
Soft, warm flesh through the thin fabric.
"Eek!"
She stifled a groan.
But no light or current came from her body.
Simple contact.
The goddess's blessing didn't block this.
"Nice and firm. Still active duty, huh?"
I flicked her nipple with a finger.
"Hnn!"
Her body jolted.
Her face flushed with shame. Tears welled in her eyes.
"Listen up, Pure. You'll be just like Pink soon."
I squeezed once more, then released.
The lingering warmth tingled.
"That's it for today. See you tomorrow."
I hummed as I walked out into the corridor.
Her sobbing echoed behind me.
But I didn't look back.
For now, isolate her completely. Drive her to the depths of despair.