Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Plea
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"Kill... me...."
It was the line I'd expected.
A cliché straight out of a training novel.
But hearing it firsthand carried a weight that no text could match.
She knew there was no salvation for her now.
Death was the only way out of this hell, or so she believed.
I brushed the hair from her cheek and whispered in the tiniest voice.
"Request denied."
Her eyes widened.
"Dying would ruin all the fun, Prism Pink. You're not at your ending yet."
I flashed a grin beyond the camera's view.
Not the smile of a brainwashed fool, but one hinting at hidden schemes.
As she opened her mouth to speak, footsteps echoed from the corridor.
Click-clack, click-clack.
Rhythmic and sharp.
I instantly switched expressions, tossed the sponge to the floor, and bellowed.
"Fuck! This bitch won't stay still! Hold fucking still!"
I deliberately smacked her ass with a resounding slap.
"Kyaaak!"
Her scream erupted just as the iron door swung open.
"My, so lively this early in the morning?"
Standing in the doorway was a succubus in horn-rimmed glasses.
Her tight office attire couldn't hide the bat wings sprouting from her back or the tail swishing above her hips.
Elise, the supervisor of this zone.
She tapped her tablet PC, scanning me up and down.
"Kang Jinwoo? Handling Room 404?"
"Yes, ma'am! Loyalty! Long live the Demon King!"
I bent at a perfect ninety degrees, saluting with exaggerated flair.
"This bitch keeps squirming, so cleaning's running late. Gotta inspect the holes too."
Elise pushed up her glasses, eyeing Prism Pink with interest.
"Hmm? Prism Pink. I thought her rebellious phase was easing up, but she's still undertrained? Data shows mental corruption over 80 percent. Well, still at 80 percent, I guess."
She stepped closer and lifted Prism Pink's chin.
"How's it feel? Getting your ass spanked by a human male? Hmm?"
Prism Pink trembled and averted her gaze.
"Not answering?"
Elise's nail dug into Pink's cheek. Blood beaded up.
I swallowed hard.
"Elise, ma'am, let me handle the training. My touch is top-notch, you know."
I grinned obsequiously and pulled out my stun baton.
Electric shock on low. Vibration maxed out.
A special recipe for maximum pleasure.
"Show me. Gotta draft next month's budget—helps decide if this product's for scrapping."
Scrapping.
The word chilled my heart.
Scrap Prism Pink?
Just because her mental corruption had stalled?
No way in hell.
I pressed the baton between her breasts.
"Watch closely, you Pink bitch. The boss is watching."
Ziiiiing!
The vibrating rod slid down her collarbone, pressing into her ample chest.
"Eek...! N-no... ahhn!"
She threw her head back with a moan.
I skillfully avoided her nipples, targeting the sensitive curves.
A spot that hurt just enough to blend with pleasure.
Her breasts jiggled as her body quivered.
Jiggle. Shudder.
Meanwhile, I subtly blocked Elise's view and mouthed to Pink.
Moan. Louder.
She met my eyes—fear, confusion, and a faint spark of will.
She got it. Relaxed, letting her body react naturally as she cried out.
"Ahn! Ahhhn! Th-the electricity... zapping... feels... so good!"
A desperate cry.
I was impressed inwardly.
Idol training really paid off in vocals.
Elise's lips curved up.
"Oh? Up to enjoying electric torture already? Impressive, Kang Jinwoo."
"Heh heh, thank you. This pink-haired slut only feels it when you hit her."
I puffed up proudly and withdrew the baton.
Prism Pink slumped, panting raggedly.
Sweat-matted bangs veiled her eyes.
Elise tapped her tablet.
"Good. Scrapping on hold. But she's headlining next week's 'Public Training Show.' Prep thoroughly."
Public Training Show.
Another crisis, but immediate death—scrapping—averted.
"Got it! It'll be perfect!"
"I expect results. Fail, and you'll hang next door."
Elise tossed the icy quip and left.
The iron door clanged shut. Silence returned.
I let out a small sigh, legs going weak.
My back was soaked in cold sweat.
Prism Pink lifted her head, looking at me.
Different from before.
No longer the vacant doll's gaze.
"You... what the hell... are you?"
Her voice trembled but rang clear.
I donned the blank manager's mask again.
But my eyes locked straight on hers.
"Told you. Manager, Pink bitch. Time for my fun."
I gripped her cheek and fished out my cock from my pants.
Posing like I meant to fuck her mouth.
In that moment, I slipped a candy from my pocket into her mouth, smeared my tip messily on her lips, then pulled away.
High-concentration glucose candy. Restores mana.
Standard supply for handlers.
Firms mental corruption in consumers, but also restores mana.
For Prism Pink, already highly corrupted, no extra mental effect.
"Ah, the Pink bitch's mouth is the best."
I mouthed again.
Don't chew. Let it melt. Save your strength.
She rolled the candy in her mouth, staring in disbelief.
As sweetness spread, her tension eased visibly.
I grabbed the bucket.
"That's it for today. See you tomorrow, Pink bitch."
As I turned to leave, her small voice followed.
"What...?"
Ten years ago, on the front lines of the Great Magic War.
I was there.
"Well, more precisely, that's when I slipped into your body, you bastard."
A cackling voice echoed in my head.
[Demon King's Nipple].
The name I gave him. Shortened to Nipple.
He grumbled in annoyance.
"Hey! Change my name already! What kind of prince gets called a nipple? Something like [Lord of the Abyss] or [Guide to Ruin]!"
"Shut it. Look at yourself. You look exactly like a nipple."
I shot back mentally, slipping a hand into my uniform pocket to prod my chest. A soft, warm squish met my fingers.
He was a lump of demon parasite living inside me.
First time we met, he'd slimed up my boot like black goo.
Writhing amid comrades' corpses—disgusting, yet oddly non-hostile.
More like a puppy whining for mercy.
War's madness? His subtle hallucinations?
Instead of crushing him, I offered my hand.
Instantly, he seeped into my skin.
Like a parasite finding its long-lost host.
Life flipped upside down after that.
He nested in a corner of my mind, chattering nonstop.
Thought I was losing it at first. Hallucinations, visions, body moving on its own sometimes.
But over time, we formed a weird symbiosis.
He claimed royal demon blood.
A prince exiled after losing a power struggle.
"Prince my ass. Just a straggler."
"You little shit! Know how many maids I had in the palace? Succubi lined up three laps around the training grounds just to lick my toes!"
Big talker. Always reminiscing past glories.
This Nipple turned me into a total nutcase at first.
Blew cash on raging lust.
Tormented by voices and illusions.
But now... undeniable fact: thanks to him, I kept my sanity in this mad world.
He shielded my mind from demons' brainwashing waves.
City-wide hypnosis gas and mind-control spells? Filtered through him, just noise.
Let me fake being brainwashed and survive.
Prime intel source too.
Demon biology, weaknesses, kinks—he knew it all.
"That succubus? Wings look dull. Mana-starved. Desperate for essence."
His tips saved me more than once.
Though most led to dirty jokes.
"Kuhuhu, that Prism Pink earlier? Felt damn good smacking her ass, right? I tweaked your nerves. Extra juicy."
"Shut up. Didn't need your help."
"Psh, playing hard to get. Admit it—got you hard? Saw her ass twitch pulling that pink tail plug? Sign of prime pussy."
He was the devil stoking my desires.
...A real demon, alright.
Anyway, ten years of this cohabitation.
Humanity lost. World a demon playground.
But I'm still kicking.
Thanks to this filthy, sticky symbiosis.