Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Double Betrayal
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Locking the door to Lee Sua's cell, my hand moved slowly and leisurely.
The ragged breathing coming from beyond the iron bars tickled my ears.
Inside the room, Magical Pure—Lee Sua—remained on her knees.
Her shoulders, exposed above her white dress, trembled faintly, her head bowed low as she stared at the floor.
I reached out and grabbed her breast.
The soft flesh felt yielding through the thin fabric.
The heartbeat transmitted to my palm was irregular and rapid.
"It's pounding away."
I said it in a deliberately gentle tone.
She didn't respond.
Her lips were pressed tightly together, as if trying to stifle a groan.
But her body was reacting to my touch.
Her shoulders flinched, her back muscles tensed, and her thighs quivered subtly.
Even if the goddess's blessing blocked physical invasion of the most vital areas, it couldn't shield her breasts... or the mental humiliation.
As I kneaded her ample bosom, I spoke to her.
"Do you know how I completely corrupted and trained Prism Pink?"
Sua's head snapped up.
She must be curious.
"I toyed with her using a savior concept. When I pretended to be a secret agent there to rescue her, her mental corruption, which was originally at 50%, shot right up past 30%."
It was a lie. A half-truth wrapped in falsehood.
I rubbed her nipple with my finger and whispered.
Lee Sua's shoulders shook violently.
She lifted her head and glared at me. Her once clear, transparent eyes now held anger, contempt, and deep fear.
"I'm telling you in advance because it probably won't work on you. You're smart, Pure. And you've already been betrayed once, right? So you'll believe me?"
I pulled my hand away, then lightly tapped her breast again.
The flesh jiggled.
"So I'll train you in a different way. Look forward to it."
Her body trembled with humiliation.
Her white teeth dug into her lower lip, leaving a red mark.
She opened her mouth as if to say something, but quickly closed it again.
She knew anything she said would just be entertainment for me.
"See you tomorrow."
I whistled as I walked out into the corridor.
From behind, I heard her sobbing.
A small, suppressed cry.
That sound made me pause for a moment.
"........."
On my way out of the correction facility toward the subway station.
The night air was cold, and the city's neon signs blurred in the rain, creating a dreamy scene.
I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked.
The texture of the pocket lining against my fingertips brought a sense of reality.
The subway station was crowded with people heading home from work.
The air mixed with smells of sweat, cosmetics, and arousal.
Somewhere in the subway, it felt like someone was having sex.
I stood in a corner and grabbed the handrail.
My reflection in the opposite glass window looked like an ordinary office worker worn out from fatigue.
But behind that was a minion of the demon race, a devil corrupting magical girls.
'The devil hides within...'
I let out a sigh.
"Excuse me."
A voice called out suddenly.
I turned my head, and there she was—the woman who had given me the note yesterday.
With long straight hair and a white blouse, she had a pure, innocent look.
Seeming oblivious to the stares from those around us, she naturally approached my side.
A faint lilac scent wafted from her.
Not artificial perfume, but a fresh fragrance like she'd just walked out of a flower field.
"You dropped this again."
She smiled shyly and placed a small note in my hand.
Her fingers brushed my palm. Warm and soft.
I took the note.
Once again, no writing was visible.
But the paper's rough texture scratched my fingertips, and I felt faint waves of mana.
She gave a nod and vanished into the crowd.
Like smoke, like an illusion.
I stared blankly at her retreating figure. Only the faint lilac scent lingered where she'd been.
Back home, I collapsed onto the old sofa.
The fluorescent light on the ceiling stabbed at my eyes.
I pulled the note from my pocket.
Nipple whispered.
"Hey, is that another cipher? Check what it says this time."
I held the note up to a lighter flame.
The special ink reacted to the light, slowly revealing the text.
[Tomorrow night, 10 PM. Abandoned Factory, Section 3. Come alone.]
A very simple and clear message.
But the implications were far from light.
The Resistance. They were calling me.
Was it a trap? Or a real rendezvous?
Were they planning to execute me, the one who corrupted Prism Pink? Or recruit me?
'What should I do?'
I fiddled with the note. The sharp edge of the paper pricked my fingertip.
"Well."
Nipple snorted.
"98% chance it's a trap? If it were you, would you want to chat and laugh with the guy who screwed over your comrade like that? You'd want to cut his throat right away."
'Yeah, probably.'
I agreed.
I would have done the same if I were in the Resistance.
Kang Jinwoo was priority target number one.
But I couldn't avoid it. Dodging would just make them pursue me more relentlessly.
In movies, protagonists either go alone and fall into the trap or overcome it coolly with overwhelming power.
But what about a real villain?
A sudden thought struck me.
'Just crush the Resistance, whatever they are.'
"Partner, what do you mean?"
Nipple sounded flustered.
'If they're really the Resistance... too bad, but kidnap them, train them, and make them ours. If it's a trap, train them anyway and make them ours.'
I crumpled the note and burned it with the lighter.
The paper ignited and turned to ash.
'If we're going to crush them, let's do it thoroughly. Let's drag in Catriana too. Time to mobilize elite high demons.'
Move the demons under the pretext of wiping out the Resistance.
And in the process, capture their key members alive.
On the surface, offerings to the demons, but actually turning them into my puppets.
If they're genuine resistors, I can pretend to 'corrupt' them with my power and protect them. Like with Yeri.
If it's a trap, borrow the demons' power to turn the tables, suppress them, and extract info.
Either way, no loss for me.
"You sly bastard. If you'd been under me back in the demon world, I'd have appointed you chief strategist. Damn, things wouldn't have ended up like this!"
Nipple cackled in lavish praise.
"That's devilishly brilliant. I love it. Yeah, let's go all the way. Escalate the game."
The next morning, I arrived at work earlier than usual.
The corridor in front of the director's office was quiet. A janitor was mopping the floor, the smell of wax stinging my nose.
I took a deep breath and knocked.
"Come in."
Camilla's voice was still languid.
I opened the door and entered. She stood by the window, sipping coffee.
Morning sunlight illuminated her red hair.
"What is it? This early."
She asked without turning around.
"I have a report for you, Director."
I bowed politely.
Camilla turned slowly. Her eyes were filled with curiosity.
"It's about making contact with the Resistance."
"Resistance?"
Her eyebrow twitched. She set down her coffee cup and approached the desk.
"Tell me the details."
I reported the note from yesterday, the rendezvous location and time, and my plan in detail.
Of course, hiding my true intentions.
Framed purely as loyalty to the demons.
"It seems they're luring me in to take me out. But this is an opportunity. The perfect chance to uncover their base and capture key executives alive."
Camilla crossed her arms and stared at me intently.
Her eyes sharpened, as if piercing into my soul.
"Is it true? Lie, and your tongue gets cut off."
Her voice was low and cold.
The playfulness gone, radiating intimidation. The air in the room grew chilly.
"Not just my tongue—stake my neck on it."
I replied without flinching.
My voice held not a hint of tremor.
The moment my ten years of honed acting skills shone.
Camilla let out a smirk.
"Wow. Promotion's made you bolder."
She perched on the desk and crossed her legs. Her stocking-clad legs gleamed smoothly.
"Fine. If it's as you say, it's a great opportunity. I'll talk to Lady Catriana."
She tapped the desk with her finger.
"But on one condition."
"Name it."
"You're the bait, naturally. Go to the site yourself and lure them out. We'll watch from behind."
As expected.
Dumping the risk on me.
If it's a trap, I die and it's over. If success, she claims the credit. Classic demon style.
"Of course. I'll take the lead."
I replied with a resolute expression.
"Good. Operation starts tonight at 10 PM. I'll handle reinforcements. You just show up and act."
"Understood! Loyalty!"
I saluted sharply and left the director's office.
Behind me, Camilla's laughter echoed.
"This human toy's become awfully useful."
As I walked down the corridor, I clenched my fist.
Sweat beaded in my palm.
No turning back now.
Tonight at the abandoned factory, everything would be decided.
I got a canned coffee from the break room vending machine.
The cold can cooled my heated head.
I gazed out the window.
The city sprawled under the gray sky, still bleak and desolate.
'Nipple, ready?'
"Huh? I need to prepare? We're using the Catriana demon free pass, right? Heh heh."
Nipple snickered.
'Yeah, true.'
"Still, be careful, kid. If it's real, they'll try to kill you first."
'Don't worry. I'll make sure to keep a firm hold on your lifeline.'
I downed the coffee in one go. The bitterness spread through my mouth.