A Room Filled with Lewd Cries
A room brimming with the mingled moans of men and women. A worn incandescent bulb dangled from the ceiling, humming as it spat out an orange glow. Magical Pure—Lee Sua's—white dress clung to her skin, stained with sweat and tears. Her hands were bound behind her back and fixed to a pillar, leaving her utterly immobile. Her pupils trembled faintly. The sound of Emerald's sobs beside her, my ragged breathing, and above all, the unfamiliar warmth burrowing between her thighs. Every sense was razor-sharp.
"Hic...!" A stifled groan escaped her lips.
I gripped her thighs firmly and pushed in slowly. Her taut hymen met my tip. With the goddess's blessing and a magical girl's mana stripped away, her body was nothing more than that of a fragile woman.
"It hurts... it hurts!" She screamed, throwing her head back. The agony of losing her virginity. Her inner walls spasmed, trying to push me out. Hot, slick flesh clamped down tight around me.
So this is a magical girl's body. Pleasure shuddered through me. Pity? Guilt? I buried those emotions deep. Right now, in this moment, I had to be the mid-level trainer, the manager. A perverse demonic underling reveling in crushing a magical girl's purity. I curled my lips into a smirk and breathed hot air against her ear.
"It's supposed to hurt. That way, it'll stick in your memory."
I pulled my hips back, then slammed forward hard. Thwack! The raw slap of flesh echoed through the room. A tearing pain ripped through her, and crimson blood trickled out, soaking me and dripping to the floor. Virgin blood. Proof of the purity she'd guarded—and the red line marking the start of her fall.
"Kyaaah!" Her scream filled the cramped space. Her body arched. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Emerald squeezed her eyes shut at the sight, her green hair quivering along her trembling shoulders.
"No... don't..."
I didn't stop. Her narrow depths were scorching hot. Every twitch and clench of those muscles stroked me relentlessly. I seized her waist and thrust even rougher.
"Haak... h-heuk! Stop... please, stop!" She shook her head, pleading. Sweat-matted hair plastered to her face in disarray. But I ignored her. Instead, I drove deeper, harder. Each time I hit her womb's entrance, her body jolted upward.
"Feels good—damn good! Magical girls really do grip different!" I bellowed exaggeratedly, cackling. Spittle flew; my eyes rolled wildly. Perfect villain act. But beneath it, I coldly regulated my mana. Makkokji's dark crimson power mingled with my seed, ready to surge. Mana to slip into the cracks of her shattered mind and implant new circuits.
Just hold on a little longer, Sua. This is the path to your survival. I chanted it inwardly as I delivered the final thrusts. Her walls convulsed wildly. She'd reached her limit.
"Here it comes! Take it—the demons' blessing!" Even in training, every word was precise. Not Demon King, but demons—Makkokji counted as one. Magical girls had to follow us, not the King.
I poured everything deep into her womb. Gloop, gloop. Hot fluid flooded her like a bursting dam. An immense surge of mana followed.
"Aaaaaah!" She threw her head back, shrieking. Her vision flashed white; goosebumps prickled her skin. Her belly burned hot, something writhing inside. It felt like her very existence was being rewritten.
0% → 1%
The number ticked up. A tiny crack had formed in her once-impenetrable mind.
I collapsed onto her, panting harshly as I felt her body heat. She went limp. Unfocused eyes stared into space; drool trickled from her lips. Between her legs, red blood and white semen mingled and leaked out.
Emerald stared blankly at the scene. Pure's reflection in her green eyes was wretched. But deep in that gaze, amid the pupil's quiver, something else flickered. Pleasure...? Lingering hypnosis?
I rose, straightening my pants, and patted Pure's cheek. "Good work, Pure. Or wait, not Pure anymore, huh? Anyway, not bad for a first time. I'll keep my promise today."
Today ended here. Push too far, and she'd break. I deliberately left the two alone as I exited. The iron door clanged shut behind me, heavy in the corridor.
I exhaled, steadying my trembling hands with Makkokji's help. 'Hey, quit shaking.' Every action demanded caution.
It's begun. What ending awaited us at the close of this brutal play? Could we save her like Yeri? And how many could we save to win?
Quitting time. I changed out of my uniform in the locker room and headed to the lobby. Near the main gate's bulletin board, staff clustered, murmuring. Curiosity and unease mixed on their faces. I squeezed through and checked the board. A new notice caught my eye—bold black text in a red frame.
Violators will be immediately detained and reported to superiors.
Berial—the rank 8 high demon, suspected of hypnotizing Emerald. What the hell? Makkokji, what's going on? Did they figure out Emerald's hypnosis?
My heart raced unevenly. If Katriana had pierced Emerald's disguise, the fallout could hit me too.
"Nah, doubt it. They'd have yanked you off the case already. They won't suspect you have hypnosis skills."
Makkokji sounded nonchalant, almost enjoying it. "My guess? Berial and Katriana are starting a power struggle."
Power struggle?
"Yeah. Ranks one apart fight the fiercest—7th and 8th. Plus, with her stock rising from the Prism Pink thing, Katriana's tightening her zone. Can't stand Berial horning in. Or maybe some new beef popped up."
Makes sense. I nodded. Demon power plays. I'd worried Berial might screw us over Emerald, but this felt like a win.
Leaving the lobby, a security desk staffer called me. "Trainer Kang Jinwoo, hold up."
He pulled a small terminal from his drawer and handed it over. Palm-sized black device with a single red emergency button.
"Director's orders. Distribute these to everyone. Press the button in emergencies—built-in tracking summons backup right away."
"Thanks." I took it, feeling the cold metal. Damn, Katriana's thorough. Tracking insiders, prepping for threats.
Heading to the subway, the night air hung heavy. Sparse streetlights lit empty streets. I fiddled with the device in my pocket. This little thing could save my life... or strangle it.
Meanwhile, deep in the demon realm, Berial's territory. His lair was ringed by thousands of mirrors—not mere reflectors, but real-time surveillance eyes on the world. But several were blackened now, especially those on the Correction Facility in Katriana's domain—total blackout.
Berial stood before a mirror, glaring at his twisted reflection. "Damn it."
He growled low. The glass in his hand had long crumbled to dust. Visiting Katriana had backfired spectacularly, raising alarms instead of gains. Too hasty for the demon of deception and illusion. Losing it over Emerald's capture was the root.
He stared into the mirror, brooding. He needed a way. Couldn't back down. Emerald was his masterpiece, but captured like this, she'd become a blade at his throat. Losing her meant more than a toy—it was unthinkable treason. She'd be the evidence.
Demons didn't care for truth. Just pretexts to crush rivals. If Katriana broke the hypnosis and extracted info? Unthinkable horror.
But who could fool Katriana? Queen of Desire, higher-ranked. Master at piercing deepest wants and exploiting them. Crude tricks wouldn't work.
Shockingly, his spy sent to the training facility that afternoon couldn't even infiltrate—the surveillance was ironclad. Snatching Emerald in a day, then bulking security in under half a day? This efficient?
Word came Katriana dispatched her personal adjutant right after their meeting—the "Ironwall Gargoyle," infamous for blocking even ants once committed.
My mistake. Berial bit his lip. He'd stirred the hornet's nest himself.
Reclaim Emerald. Or at least dispose of her. Silence her forever.
Go myself? Illusion magic? Infiltrate with illusion clones, his specialty? No facility detects a top demon like him. But too risky. Caught? War declaration.
Or... Berial's gaze wavered. Kidnap Kang Jinwoo directly, brainwash him? Manipulate that human to extract Emerald. He'd earned trust from Katriana's faction and trainers—easy access. But risky too. Facility staff now had security systems. Touch him, and her forces swarm like bees.
Worse, it'd take time. Hypnosis wouldn't break on Emerald, but in a demon facility? Plenty chance of exposure.
Dire straits. Every choice a gamble...
Berial reached for the mirror. His fingers touched the cold glass.