Miel's Rage
Yurin could not properly process the situation when Seona and the succubus vanished right before her eyes.
It had been far too sudden.
She had believed the demon trustworthy, only to be betrayed.
This time it was not some unavoidable circumstance.
She had handed Seona over to a monster with her own two hands.
Half out of her mind, the crazed Yurin began smashing every object in the room.
Rage at herself and hatred for the demon swallowed her heart whole.
It was two hours later that Yurin finally emerged from the wreckage of the room.
After that she was called to account at the Center, then summoned by her mother—the representative—who beat her without pause with her bare fists.
The blows landed so hard that when a fist drove clean into her lung she coughed blood and vomited it up.
The only thought that crossed Yurin's mind while she was being beaten was the trashy relief that Seona's existence had not been exposed.
After hours of beating left her body in tatters, she received treatment at the medical center. On the way home the sole thought in her head was to take Miel, charge through a gate, and rescue Seona.
The moment Yurin stepped through the door, Miel began calling Seona's name as if she had been waiting desperately for the two of them.
"Seona... Lee Seona... Where did you go?"
No one answered that voice.
The bathroom door opened and Yurin walked in looking utterly wretched.
She was covered in bruises from head to toe, blood smeared thickly across her skin.
No matter how much she wiped, the stains seemed impossible to erase.
Her darkened face wore the expression of someone whose world had ended.
Seona was nowhere to be seen.
Had Yurin taken him somewhere else?
When her mate—who should have been with Yurin—was nowhere in sight, Miel asked her.
"Seona? Where's Seona..."
"He was taken....."
Seeing Yurin answer so weakly, Miel sensed that something had gone terribly wrong.
"What happened?"
Miel's eyes flashed sharp as blades.
Her body was still too weak to resist Yurin, yet murderous intent strong enough to kill with a glance alone surged from those eyes.
Thinking she had no choice if she wanted to save Seona, Yurin began pouring out everything—what she had planned to do and what had actually happened today.
The moment Miel heard the full story she went completely berserk.
"You crazy bitch! You're not even human. You're pure trash. Why the hell are you still breathing? With that much filth you should've stuck your nose in a dish of water and drowned yourself already!"
Never mind trying to erase the Yin Crest—what made this woman think she could offer Seona up to that demon and ask her to wipe the crest away?
In Miel's eyes the woman was trash she could never associate with.
"Haa... Sit down for now... I've been tormented by you for three whole days straight, so I'm completely drained."
Looking at the face of this lunatic who had raped the unconscious Seona for three days while smiling at her made Miel's stomach turn.
Every time the woman had licked Seona with her eyes then glanced over and curled her lips, it had felt like staring at a crazy psycho lesbian—and both the crazy and the psycho parts had clearly been accurate.
"Let's dig through your memories a bit... You said succubus, so if she's a noble I might know her..."
Finding someone by face alone was nearly impossible, yet there was a method of distinguishing which region of the Demon Realm a succubus belonged to by examining her crest.
A noble would naturally live inside a territory, making her far easier to locate than an ordinary succubus.
Miel placed her hand on Yurin's head and searched the memories of that day.
Having gone three days without sex with Seona, her remaining mana was too low to open a gate and cross over, but she at least needed to know who had taken him.
Squeezing out nearly every last drop of mana, she found inside those memories—
a face she knew.
The succubus who had laid her hand on Seona's abdomen.
It was none other than her own older sister.
The second daughter competing with the eldest for the position of heir to the territory...
She had fled the Demon Realm precisely because her mate had been in danger of being passed around, yet
now something far worse had occurred.
Looking at Miel's bloodless face, Yurin spoke.
"You know her face? Good that we can find her..."
"You crazy bitch... That succubus.... is my sister..."
At those words Yurin's face went pale as well.
The two of them had fled the Demon Realm because Seona had been on the verge of being handed around to the other sisters by order of their mother, the lord—so
what Seona would suffer now was all too obvious...
When Miel told Yurin she had no mana left to cross into the Demon Realm, Yurin was equally stunned.
Of course a sliver of hope remained that she might ask the noble vampire still at the Center to send them across, yet
after she herself had already let a succubus escape, neither her mother nor anyone at the Center would ever allow her to meet that vampire.
Now this is truly the only method left...
Judging that the sole remaining path was to accompany Miel when the first expedition team used a gate to cross over, Yurin began persuading her.
"First, Miel, you need to get an ID made and join the first expedition..."
The roster for the expedition departing in four months was not yet full, so she urgently secured an identity.
Commissioning a private detective agency, she barely obtained the papers of a B-Rank hunter who had gone missing at a gate and handed them to Miel.
To Miel, now transformed into a B-Rank mental-ability hunter, she briefly explained the original profile.
"She's a mental-ability Awakened. Her main work is mental defense and treating psychological trauma."
In reality, A-Rank and higher gates often contained vampires, succubi, and other monsters that used mental attacks. When large-scale gates opened and long-term missions began, personnel whose minds shattered or who froze in terror and could do nothing inevitably appeared.
Mental defense and trauma treatment were abilities that could play a critical role in large-scale or prolonged battles.
Since the role felt somewhat similar to Miel's own powers, Yurin decided she had secured a proper identity.
Only three days after Miel obtained the identity, something happened.
Through her Yin Crest she began to feel overwhelming waves of pleasure.
The fact that Seona was being violated without restraint was proven by the ecstasy flooding her own body.
Watching Miel drip fluid continuously, Yurin stared with agonized eyes, imagining how thoroughly Seona was being passed around.
Every time Seona climaxed, Miel felt something stab into her thigh and then draw a line.
It was not pain so much as a strange sensation of something being engraved.
She did not know what it was, yet it felt exactly like counting how many times Seona had finished.
When Seona opened his eyes, a scene straight from hell unfolded before him.
Succubi who resembled Miel began pouncing on him one after another.
Whether he had been violated while unconscious, air would not enter his lungs and his cock burned with raw heat.
Seeing that he had woken, they declared it would be even more fun and continued to toy with him.
Raped without even a moment to use his healing ability, he was still being used when the Succubus Lord finally entered the room.
"Stop."
At the Lord's command the succubi who appeared to be her daughters ceased violating him.
When he looked up with an expression of pure incomprehension, the Succubus Lord spoke.
"I am sorry that such harsh things are being done to you, but it cannot be helped. Regret becoming Miel's mate."
The moment those words ended, another succubus entered the room giggling.
"Mother, just like I said, it's pretty nice, right? Easy to tell how many times too."
The glance she cast at him felt exactly like a child looking at a toy.
"You are right. Learning something quite useful from Earth. How clever of you."
The Lord agreed and continued.
"That male does not even know what was done to him. Show him a mirror."
An ominous chill ran through Seona, as if the Lord had already done something unspeakable.
The succubi who had been using him hauled his body upright and dragged him before a mirror.
There stood his own figure—thighs, belly, chest, arms, every corner of his body packed densely with tally marks.
The moment he saw it he understood.
While he had been unconscious they had tallied the number of times he had climaxed directly onto his skin.
Honestly, rather than feeling dirty or humiliated, he simply found it absurd.
It felt as though the demons were clumsily imitating humans.
"Looks like he's shocked realizing how thoroughly he was used. Look at that face."
The laughter of the succubus who still found it amusing grated on his nerves.
Something deliberately irritating about the sound kept echoing inside his skull.
"Every single day, each time you violate him, record every count engraved on his body in a notebook. Writing on the flesh alone will soon become insufficient."
The Lord spoke in a serious tone, as if truly impressed by the absurd practice.
His entire body was screaming; he did not even have the luxury of a hollow laugh at the ridiculous situation, because time to use his healing ability was already running out.
And more than anything he desperately wished that big sister Miel would come save him.
Thinking he might die like this, he could not stop his body from trembling.
Tears spilled from both above and below.