Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Training
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I gazed at the purple magic stone clutched in my hand.
Among the minerals mined in the Demon World, this was a high-grade one with minimal impurities and densely packed mana.
It was superior even to the stones distributed under the pretext of the Public Training Show.
To obtain it, I'd dumped half my salary into the black market, but it was worth every penny.
The magic stone vibrated faintly in my palm, emitting a low hum.
It pulsed rhythmically, like a living heartbeat.
"Ready, Nipple?"
I asked inwardly.
"Anytime. But this thing's seriously expensive. Suck it dry—don't leave a single crumb."
Nipple's voice sounded more serious than usual. He knew it too.
How crucial this operation was.
I closed my eyes and focused my mind.
I could feel the stone's energy flowing in through my palm.
The energy spread through my veins to every corner of my body, resonating with Nipple, the parasite inside me.
"Hup!"
With a short grunt, I popped the magic stone into my mouth.
It turned gooey and soft.
I crunched down with my teeth.
Crack!
A crisp bursting sound rang out as the stone shattered into pieces.
The fragments dissolved into a purple mist.
The mist swirled, drawn into my body.
In an instant, my vision tinted red. My head buzzed, and my heart pounded like it might explode.
Nipple let out a triumphant roar.
"Kuhahaha! That's it! This is the power of a king!"
The magic stone's mana flooded my body.
Overflowing power made my fingertips tingle uncontrollably.
An ordinary human couldn't handle this mana.
They'd go insane or burst apart.
But I had Nipple inside me.
The mana within me began to stabilize.
Catching my breath, I opened the iron door to Room 404.
Creeeak.
The room reeked of a sweet, fishy aroma.
A mix of sweat, body odor, and the juices from yesterday stirred a strange excitement.
Prism Pink—Han Yeri—was bound in the same position as before.
But her condition had changed slightly.
Her shoulders slumped, yet her eyes, lifted to meet mine, held a faint focus.
Her face peeked through tangled pink hair, pale but flushed red on her cheeks.
"Master..."
She murmured in a cracked voice.
Was this the result of the brainwashing I'd injected yesterday?
I approached slowly.
The mana radiating from my body overwhelmed her. Her frame shrank back instinctively.
"Yeah, been a good girl? My pretty pink toy."
I spoke in an arrogant tone, lifting her chin.
Up close, her pupils were clear and deep as a lake.
"Today, I've brought a very special gift."
With my other hand, I unbuckled my pants.
Her gaze flicked downward, then back to my face. She swallowed hard.
I wedged between her thighs.
Her already soaked pussy welcomed my intrusion, parting softly.
"Nngh..."
She let out a low moan, tilting her head back.
I didn't rush.
I entered slowly.
Her inner walls were hot and slick.
They wrapped and squeezed my cock like a living thing.
"Haa... haa..."
Her ragged breaths tickled my ear.
I gripped her waist tight and thrust deep.
"Hngh! Ah, aaah!"
Her body arched backward.
I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered so softly it was barely audible.
"Feel it? My power flowing into you?"
This was the ritual.
Nipple's mana, amplified by the magic stone, poured into her body along with my semen.
The mana coursed through her damaged mana circuits, spreading everywhere.
Reconnecting severed nerves, neutralizing corrupted mana, and at the same time, forging new chains.
She shuddered violently, as if climaxing in that instant, her whole body shaking.
Jiggle, jiggle.
Her bouncing breasts captured my gaze.
'Nice!'
Han Yeri trembled through her climax.
Her vision flashed white.
Her mind grew hazy, like being submerged in deep water.
But something was off.
Before, this always brought a horrific chill.
The terror of her soul chipping away, vanishing into darkness.
The despair of watching herself lose her sense of self and will.
That was the demons' "training."
A gruesome fishing expedition, baited with pleasure to hook the soul.
But this time was different.
Her body burned hot, writhing in ecstasy, yet her mind sharpened instead.
Like warm spring sunlight melting frozen earth, something gentle and warm welled up from deep in her gut.
'What... is this?'
She was confused.
The man before her was clearly a demon lackey. Rough, violent, spewing vulgarities from his mouth—a low-class trainer.
So why did the energy from his body feel so... familiar?
It resembled the pure mana waves she'd first felt ten years ago, upon awakening as a magical girl.
The color differed, of course. Back then, dazzling pink; now, a deep purple-tinged crimson.
But the warmth was the same.
"Nngh! Aaang!"
A lewd cry escaped her lips against her will.
As his hips sped up, waves of pleasure crashed fiercer.
But amid those waves, she didn't drown. Like a boat riding the swells, precarious yet steady, she held her center.
'I'm... still me.'
She realized it. Even in climax, her name, her past, her pride—they weren't fading.
She opened her eyes, trying to look at him.
His face, framed by sweat-matted bangs.
He growled like a beast, but his eyes remained coldly calm.
'Who... are you?'
She wanted to ask.
Her lips parted.
"Um..."
"You pink bitch, who the hell gave you permission to speak?!"
Slap!
A sharp crack, and fire bloomed on her cheek.
Her head snapped to the side.
"Agh!"
She screamed.
The stinging pain mixed with pleasure, creating a bizarre sensation.
"Shut your trap and spread 'em! You dare talk back to your master?"
He bellowed, grabbing her breast roughly.
His fingers pinched and twisted her nipple.
"Ah! It hurts! Hnngh!"
"It's supposed to hurt! Remember what this slutty body exists for!"
He yelled in her ear.
But she could feel it.
His touch was rough, but the mana within healed her wounds. The pain in her pinched nipple faded quickly, replaced by electric pleasure.
Her slapped cheek burned, but didn't swell.
Was this man... acting?
Or was it some higher-level torment?
She couldn't tell.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to his movements.
"I'm sorry... Master, more... please give me more..."
She gave the response he wanted.
Whether sincere or an act, it didn't matter.
Right now, she just wanted more of that warmth.
'Whew... damn, acting's exhausting.'
I grumbled inwardly.
When she'd spoken up just now, my heart nearly skipped a beat.
Her eyes were too clear.
Like they pierced right through me.
What if she saw through my intent?
Didn't matter. The real issue was CCTV and bugs.
I yelled even louder, exaggerating as I thrust.
"Yeah! Beg like that, you rag of a pink bitch!"
I smacked her ass.
The resilient flesh clung to my palm.
At the same time, Nipple shouted.
"Hey! Now! Check the tattoo!"
I looked down at her lower abdomen.
Below her navel, at womb level: a womb-shaped tattoo.
Originally vivid pink.
A mark of corruption branded on the pink magical girl.
But now, it was subtly changing.
Black energy crept in from the edges, mingling with the pink.
'Whoa... Nipple, the womb tattoo on her lower belly—it's changing color a bit, right?'
I asked inwardly, hiding my excitement.
"Your eye for color is spot on."
Nipple cackled.
"The womb tattoo will end up pink mixed with black. No one'll notice. Heh."
It wasn't a demon mark. Nor a magical girl's.
A bizarre fusion of both—a new brand.
Our joint creation.
Officially dubbed
[Newly Trained Magical Girl]
Once complete, the demon system would register her as "fully corrupted," but in reality, she'd be bound to my mana.
She'd respond to no one without my command.
Not a demon-corrupted magical girl, but my one and only new magical girl.
"Now for the finale! Take it!"
I drew a deep breath and gave one final, powerful thrust.
Squeezing out every drop of mana inside me, I flooded her womb.
"Grraaagh!"
"Kyaaaaah!"
Her scream merged with my groan.
An enormous surge of mana cascaded into her like a waterfall.
Her lower belly bulged, then deflated.
The tattoo glowed intensely.
Black and pink swirled, fusing into one.
[System Warning: Target's mana response unstable]
[Updating data]
[ID 404: Mental Corruption Level Rising]
[81% → 82%... → 83%]
The hologram numbers floating before my eyes climbed rapidly.
And finally.
[Current Level: 84%]
The number stopped.
Success.
Panting heavily, I collapsed onto her.
She lay limp, seemingly passed out.
But her chest rose and fell steadily, her face serene.
I wanted to kiss her sweat-damp forehead but held back.
Instead, I mouthed words in her ear, too silent to hear, caressing her like a whisper.
'Just a bit longer.'
I rose, hurriedly dressing.
My legs wobbled.
I'd used too much of the magic stone's power.
But I felt on top of the world.
Everything was going to plan.
I pulled out my tablet PC and checked off the list.
Before leaving, I glanced back at her one last time.
Her eyes remained closed. But her hand unconsciously cradled her lower belly.
As if protecting something precious.
Smiling, I shut the iron door.
The corridor echoed with cold silence.
But a hot flame burned in my chest.
Five days left.