Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Operation
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Camilla's office was a space filled with the heavy scent of perfume mingled with the musty smell of old ink.
I placed the neatly prepared proposal on her desk.
It was the plan for the "Prism Pink Public Training Show."
Camilla slowly flipped through the documents.
The sound of turning pages echoed unusually loudly.
With every line her gaze descended, my heartbeat seemed to quicken in tandem.
"Hmm."
She let out a short hum of admiration as she closed the final page.
"Interesting. 'The Fall of the Corrupted Hero,' huh?"
She removed her glasses and set them on the desk.
"Recreate her most glamorous and powerful era, then drag her down to the most pathetic, filthy state. Torment her with false hope before ending in utter despair. I love it."
The corner of her mouth curved up seductively.
"Especially the idea of including the magical girl transformation scene. It's risky, but worth the gamble. The audience will eat it up."
"Thank you, Director."
I bowed my head, feigning humility.
"But there's risk. What if she goes berserk during the transformation?"
"I've prepared countermeasures for that. We'll install a limiter on the transformation device, and I'll be right there to suppress her personally if needed. And..."
I paused for effect.
"We'll use the transformation release spell in reverse for a forced striptease performance."
"Oh?"
Camilla's eyes sparkled.
"Approved. You have full exclusive management of Prism Pink for the next week. I'll keep the others away, so cook her up however you like."
"Understood! Loyalty!"
I saluted sharply and left the director's office.
As I walked down the corridor, I inwardly cheered in triumph.
Success.
Exclusive management rights for a full week.
The opportunity I'd dreamed of for ten years.
The chance I'd planned to seize if I ever became a trainer.
This was exactly what I'd been aiming for.
Now the real game begins.
I fiddled with the magic stone in my pocket.
The plan was simple.
For the next week, evade their eyes and inject Nipple's mana into Prism Pink.
Her current mental corruption level was 80%.
The demons were too stingy with their own mana to bother injecting it—they just kept tormenting her.
That's why Han Yeri's mental corruption had stalled at 80%.
But under the pretext of the public training show, I'd obtained magic stones. I'd convert them to Nipple-brand mana and inject that into her.
With repeated training sessions laced with Nipple's pure, high-grade mana, the numbers would push close to 100%.
On paper, it'd register as "complete corruption." But in reality, Nipple's mana would form a protective barrier around her ego.
In other words, she'd appear as a demon slave on the outside while retaining her mind within.
Of course, she'd obey my commands.
Mental Corruption Level: Complete (100%)
"Kuhuhu, genius idea. I'm the best. Ten years of waiting! Prism Pink! I appoint you as the vanguard of my Demon World reclamation operation!"
Nipple cackled in self-praise.
'Shut up. Just control your mana properly. If you screw up and actually corrupt her for real, you're done.'
"Don't worry. I'm the synonym for delicacy. I'll wrap every single cell of Pinkie gently."
I headed to Prism Pink's cell.
From the end of the corridor wafted the lewd stench of sweat mixed with disinfectant.
A sign hung on the door to Room 404: [Special Management Zone - No Entry]. Camilla's doing.
I opened the door.
Creeeak.
The dark interior revealed itself with the groan of the hinges.
Prism Pink hung there in the same position as yesterday.
Her head dangled limply. Pink hair obscured her face.
"Time to wake up, Pink slut."
I locked the door and approached.
She slowly lifted her head.
Her unfocused eyes turned toward me. But deep within, there was clear recognition.
The effect of the candy I'd given her yesterday, no doubt.
"Who... are you?"
Her voice was hoarse.
The same question as yesterday.
But the tone was different. Yesterday it was laced with fear and confusion; today, wariness and bewilderment.
I grinned and drew closer.
CCTV was running here. Even sound was recorded.
Time for a flawless performance.
"Who the hell gave you permission to speak, Pink slut? Shut your trap!"
I bellowed roughly on purpose and slammed the whip in my hand against the floor.
Crack!
The sharp burst echoed through the narrow room.
She flinched and trembled.
"Eek!"
"It's 'Master' to you. Not trained enough yet?"
I roughly grabbed her chin and forced her head up.
Up close, her face was a mess.
Dried tear tracks around her eyes, split lips.
But amid it all, her gaze burned alive, glaring at me.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
"I like that defiant look. It'll be fun breaking you."
I leered lasciviously as I scanned her body.
Torn clothes revealed white skin. Bruises everywhere, yet they only added a strange allure.
"For the next week, you're mine. No one else touches you. Only I get to touch you, torment you, ruin you."
I whispered into her ear.
"Now, shall we begin? Special course today."
I pulled out my prepared tools.
Lubricant gel, massage oil, and the mana injection dildo I'd modified.
A red gem containing Nipple's mana was embedded at the tip.
"Know what this is? It's your friend to fill that empty hole."
I dangled the dildo in front of her eyes.
Her pupils shook like an earthquake.
"N-No! Get that away!"
"No? Your body's more honest than that."
I slathered gel on her inner thighs and rubbed.
She twisted at the cold sensation.
"Hng! C-Cold!"
"Stay still. Scream and it'll hurt more."
I teased her secret spot with gel-coated fingers.
Dry petals at first. But they quickly grew slick under my touch.
Magical girls' bodily responses were far quicker than a normal person's.
A curse for them, really.
"Hauk! Nngh!"
She bit her lip to stifle her moans.
But I wouldn't let her hold back.
I tormented her clit relentlessly while pinching her nipple with the other hand.
"Let it out. Don't hold back. Make Master feel good."
"Uuh! A-Aaang!"
She finally broke, her moan spilling out.
In time with it, I slowly inserted the dildo.
"Urgh! T-Too b-big!"
She threw her head back with a scream.
The dildo wouldn't slide in easily.
I felt her inner walls clenching tight.
I took my time.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I pushed it in.
The gem at the tip touched her womb entrance.
Now for the key part.
'Nipple, now.'
I signaled mentally.
"Okay, leave it to me."
A faint red glow leaked from the dildo.
Nipple's mana began flowing into her body.
She'd feel pleasure.
But every cell would be stimulated, her neural network rewired.
"Haaaang! H-Hot! My belly's burning!"
She thrashed wildly.
The womb tattoo below her navel began to glow.
"Yeah, hot, right? That's our trainer's love. Accept it. Feel it filling every corner of your body."
I whispered endlessly into her ear, like a brainwashing incantation.
But twisted subtly—for me, not the Demon King or demons.
"You're a filthy bitch. Obey Master, and I'll treat you nice."
"Don't resist this pleasure. Do as I want."
My messages seeped into her subconscious.
Her eyes gradually glazed over.
Her pained expression melted into hazy ecstasy.
I grabbed Prism Pink's breast and shoved fingers into her mouth.
"Pink slut's mouth and tits are the best! Squeezing and bouncing like this."
I ramped up the dildo's vibrations.
Bzzz-!
Her body jerked like a live fish.
"Aaak! Aang! Aaang! T-Too intense!"
Drool streamed from her mouth.
Picture-perfect corruption.
The watchers behind CCTV would be satisfied.
But I didn't stop.
I pried her mouth open and fed her the same candy as yesterday.
Two this time.
"Eat this. Reward."
She sucked instinctively.
Sweet glucose and mana restorative slid down her throat.
Meanwhile, Nipple's mana poured in from below.
Assaulted from both ends, her mind hurtled toward the brink.
"Time to cum, 404. Cum for me!"
I shoved the dildo all the way and hit the button.
Intense electric shock and a burst of mana flooded in.
"Kiyaaaaak! C-Cumming!"
Her scream made the room lights flicker.
Pink and dark red light erupted from her body.
Climax.
Her thighs spasmed, clamping the dildo. A torrent of fluids soaked the floor.
Head thrown back, eyes rolled white.
Moments later, the light faded, and she slumped limply.
I panted, gazing at her.
Pulled out the tablet PC to check the stats.
Mental Corruption Level: 80% → 81%
Success.
The numbers had risen.
The system judged her as further corrupted.
But I could sense it.
The subtle change hidden in her heartbeat.
Her mana circuits had repaired, just a tiny bit.
And at the core was Nipple's mana.
I brushed back her sweat-matted hair.
Her closed eyelids fluttered faintly.
Still conscious.
I pressed my lips to her ear, moving only my mouth.
Like a caress.
'Good job. Rest well today.'
I whispered inaudibly and pulled out the dildo.
Pop.
Her hole gaped open.
I packed up my gear.
Before leaving, I said once more.
"Pink slut. Tomorrow I'll do you raw, so look forward to it. Got it?"
I closed the iron door and exited.
My hands trembled slightly.
Six more days of this.
"Hey, you looked like you were enjoying shoving that dildo in earlier? Be honest. Got hard, right?"
Nipple teased again.
'...'
I ignored the pest and kept walking.
"It felt good, didn't it?"
'......Shut up.'