Chapter 9
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Training (3)
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I grabbed her by the hair.
"Alright, now it's time for part two. The pathetic end of the betrayed magical girl. I wonder how much the audience will love it?"
I shoved her to the floor.
"Aaaah!"
She screamed as she collapsed.
I climbed on top of her.
"Cry. Cry louder. Your tears are gonna bump up my salary."
I roughly tore her clothes off.
But my hands didn't scratch her skin.
Instead, they gently cupped her.
In the blind spot of my body shielding her, I moved only my lips close to her ear.
'You did great. Really great. Yeri.'
And I gathered the Nipple's magic power at my fingertips, pressing it into her cleavage.
Zing.
A faint current flowed, relaxing her stiff body.
She looked up at me with wide eyes.
A face stained with fear and betrayal.
But the warm touch from my hands. And the soft voice whispering in her ear.
In this contradictory situation, she was confused.
But her body reacted.
Hot heat rose wherever my touch landed.
"Nngh... Hngh!"
What burst from her lips wasn't a scream, but a moan.
I buried my face in her nape and growled like a beast.
But my lips were tenderly caressing her skin.
"You traitor! You scum! Die!"
She shouted.
But her arms were wrapping around my back.
I nibbled on her earlobe and murmured inwardly.
'Yeah, scream like that. Curse me. That's how you'll survive.'
I shouted as I gripped her waist tightly.
"Louder! Scream even louder! Your despair is turning me on!"
Her body arched like a bow.
Pink and black magic power filled the room.
I lifted Han Yeri's chin.
Her sweat-matted, disheveled hair revealed eyes trembling faintly.
Traces of the hope she'd held just moments ago were shattered within them.
Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes under the lights, but instead of wiping them away, I threw her a cold sneer.
"Alright, time for the second verse."
I pressed my lips to her ear and whispered. My hot breath tickled her earlobe.
"How about we tweak the lyrics this time? Something more honest and sticky, instead of that hope crap you love so much."
She flinched and tried to pull back, but I wrapped my arms around her waist, holding her firm so she couldn't escape.
The moment my palm touched her bare skin, her body jerked.
"No... I won't sing that song."
She spat it out like it hurt.
But her voice lacked strength.
Her will was already half-broken.
"Won't sing? Should I try every tool in this room first, then ask again?"
I spoke in a mock-threatening tone, glancing at the torture devices in the corner.
Electric shockers, whips, syringes of unknown contents.
Her eyes followed mine, filling with terror.
"N-no, I-I'll sing."
She shook her head frantically.
"Good girl. Then let's start. Follow the lyrics I give you."
I laid her back on the floor and mounted her again.
I pinned her arms above her head and pressed her legs down with my thighs.
A perfect missionary position. The angle where the CCTV caught everything best.
"Come on, repeat after me. 'I love Master's shining cock so much~'"
Her face turned beet red in an instant.
An expression mixed with shame and humiliation. Her lips trembled, but no sound came out.
"What're you doing? I can't hear you."
I flicked her nipple with my finger.
"Eep!"
"Hurry up. The audience is waiting."
She squeezed her eyes shut.
And mumbled in a tiny voice.
"I love Master's shining cock..."
"Too quiet! Louder! Hit the pitch and rhythm!"
I yelled right in her ear. At the same time, I thrust my hips heavily forward.
"Haak!"
Her body jolted upward.
My cock pierced deep inside her.
"Alright, start over! One, two, three, four!"
"M-Master's cock... I love it so muuuuch~"
She began singing in a trembling voice. Familiar melody with vulgar lyrics.
It created a bizarre dissonance that echoed through the room.
"Yeah, like that! Put more feeling into it!"
I grabbed her waist and moved to the beat. The wet slapping sounds mixed with her singing.
"Always protect my hole~"
She continued the song, voice breaking with sobs.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking the floor.
"Hngh! Aah! Aaangh!"
Real moans interspersed the lyrics midway.
Not acting. The real thing.
Her inner walls clenched tight around my cock, refusing to let go.
"Good! Perfect! A Pink bitch like you is best when she's singing!"
I deliberately shouted louder and smacked her ass.
The springy bounce against my palm. The scream-moan bursting from her lips.
All of it was being live-streamed through the CCTV.
Underground CCTV control room.
A dark room filled wall-to-wall with dozens of monitors.
A half-dozen demons were gathered there, cackling.
Their eyes were all fixed on the large central monitor.
On screen, the human trainer had Prism Pink pinned down, making her sing filthy songs.
"Damn, that guy's a total psycho."
A demon with a single horn on his head stuck out his tongue in admiration.
"Isn't that song [Shining Star]? Rewriting the lyrics like that? Genius."
"Right? Turning a magical girl's signature anthem into that filth. Only a human trainer could come up with it. Us demons are too refined to think of stuff like that."
The demons burst into laughter.
"And that betrayer concept? Something we demons could never dream of. Heh."
A nearby vampire demon chimed in, swirling his wine glass.
"Hey, but is she really into it? That face looks serious."
They watched the scene like a sports match. Some munched popcorn, others cracked open beer cans.
"Alright, bets! 50,000 gold she finishes the second verse!"
Someone tossed his wallet on the table.
"Nah, no way she'll last. 30,000 on her passing out midway."
"I'll bet 100,000 she squirts mid-song!"
Magic stones and gold chips piled up on the table in seconds.
The demons consumed Prism Pink's tragedy as pure entertainment.
To them, her tears and shame were just appetizers.
"Ooh! Look at that! Her eyes are rolling back!"
One demon pointed at the screen.
On screen, Han Yeri had her head thrown back, mouth agape. Her unfocused eyes stared at the ceiling, drool trickling from her lips.
Her body shuddered in spasms.
"She going? Is she cumming?"
The demons in the control room held their breath.
As my body shook, Han Yeri's trembled too.
Her breasts jiggled wildly.
And her pink hair.
"Master! Hngh! Master, it feels so gooood!"
Han Yeri's song had devolved into screams and moans.
Her voice cracked and broke, but she didn't stop.
Because the magic power pouring from my body was controlling her vocal cords.
"Yeah! Louder! Let the whole world hear!"
I gave one final thrust.
I pulled my hips back all the way, then slammed forward hard.
"Good! Here I come too! Pink bitch!"
Slap! Slap! Slap!
The sound of flesh crashing against flesh rang through the room.
"Kyaaaaah!"
She screamed and clung to my back. Her nails dug into my skin, but it didn't hurt.
Her vaginal walls contracted violently, squeezing my cock.
Hot juices gushed out with my semen like a flood.
Magic Power Reaction: Surging
Mental Corruption: 97%
97%.
It's right there now.
I panted roughly against her ear.
"You did great. Really outstanding."
This time, it wasn't an act. It was sincere.
She went limp in my arms.
Her chest heaved violently.
I brushed the sweat from her forehead.
She cracked her eyes open.
That look.
Deep resentment and betrayal oozed from it.
'Sorry. I'm sorry. So sorry... But... I can't say it.'
I glanced at the CCTV camera.
To the demons watching from beyond that lens, I flashed a grin and threw up a thumbs-up.
I straightened my clothes and stood.
Her sprawled form on the floor was wretched, yet somehow sacred.
Like an offering on an altar.
"See you tomorrow. I've got something even more fun planned."
I said it loud on purpose as I opened the door.
Cool air brushed my face in the hallway.
Behind me, the door thudded shut.
Two days left now.
And 3% contamination remaining.