Bait (5)

Hajin was a complete mess. Alcohol incessantly flowed from the anus and pussy where the bottles had been inserted, and the stench of booze was so potent it overwhelmed even the accumulated garbage smell. After being violated to this extent, it went without saying what her face and body looked like.

The skin of her belly was torn and battered, hanging in tatters. Her pussy and ass were a fiery red from how much they’d been violated.

“Hee… Hik…”

Ignoring the injuries, I approached the trash can and saw a face bruised and covered in semen. It was hard to see properly since she was buried headfirst, but her left eye seemed to have been stabbed during the process of being buried in the trash, and it was rotting hideously.

‘To be so drunk you’re buried in a pile of trash…’

When was the last time I engaged in such barbaric and violent play? I’ve become more restrained since I had things to lose, but I might be a little envious.

‘More importantly, alcohol…’

I don’t get drunk no matter how many bottles I drink, so maybe the replica is different. I’ve been addicted to drugs before, but…

‘Anyway, the first time you get drunk, you get gang-raped in the street?’

Really, truly-

‘Sounds like me.’

Tsk. In the end, envying Hajin and cursing her was just like spitting in my own face.

“Ugh… the smell.”

I reached out to Hajin. The stench of alcohol was overwhelming from how much she’d drunk. A mountain of trash couldn’t cover up the smell of booze.

“Uueh… Hikkuk, hik…”

The sound of drunken rambling echoed through the trash can. Hajin was headfirst, boldly exposing her ass. Her legs, cut off above the ankles, were spread in a Y-shape, presenting her filth-covered ass.

“…How many did they stick in there?”

There were a whopping five bottles stuck in there. Two in her pussy, three in her ass. Still, it wasn’t completely loose, thanks to the reconstruction at work. It seemed the bottles that should have fallen out were being held in place by the reconstruction.

“Kkeueung…”

I blocked my sense of smell and began pulling out the bottles one by one.

• Ppong.

“Kkyaut?!”

• Pshyuk…!

As I pulled a bottle from her ass, semen-mixed alcohol shot out like a water gun.

Alcohol and semen splattered on my cheek. I quickly turned my head, but unfortunately, it thoroughly soaked the back of my neck. Hajin’s anus shot out alcohol and semen a couple more times like that. It seemed like she’d stored as much semen as alcohol. Judging by her slightly swollen belly, she really had been violated thoroughly.

It wasn’t dirty. I’m not kidding, really. My body is so perfect it doesn’t excrete waste. Rather, the alcohol and semen that entered her rectum were perfectly preserved and came out into the world. If you ask if semen isn’t dirty, well. I eat it as much as rice, so it probably isn’t dirty. Maybe.

• Jjoreureu….

Even after removing all the bottles and draining the alcohol from her belly, Hajin’s anus didn’t close. It was only natural since they’d stuck two or three things in there that were hard to fit even one of, but even with reconstruction, it didn’t shrink any further, so it seemed like it had set the widened state as the default.

The remaining alcohol dripped from her gaping anus and pussy. The name of the alcohol was Dragonia Killer. It was proudly displayed on a shelf I’d seen while sneaking around the liquor store. Judging by the proof, it was at a dangerous level for ordinary people to drink. Since there was no label, it seemed to be an illegally manufactured product.

Anyway, she’s amazingly good at finding dangerous and interesting things. Well, it was about time for her to get violated. Whether by choice or not, she’d been wandering around defenselessly for this long. It’s just a shame it wasn’t a Demon.

“Euchha.”

I pulled Hajin out of the trash can and laid her on the ground. Hajin hiccuped with the happiest face in the world. I tore off a piece of her skirt, wiped off the splattered semen, and threw it over Hajin’s head.

Tuk. The damp piece of cloth covered her eyes. I snapped my fingers, accelerating the reconstruction spell.

“Can you hear me?”

“Ue, eu…?”

As the alcohol filling her body was detoxified, her face regained its light. Watching Hajin’s expression change moment by moment was funnier than a gag manga. Her face, soaked in alcohol and pain, rotted into a deep, intense moment of clarity. Covering her eyes was the least I could do.

“…”

“Hajin.”

“…”

If I left her like this, she’d be lost in self-loathing and wouldn’t say anything, so I opened my mouth when the alcohol had almost worn off.

“Can I be honest?”

“…That I didn’t expect anything?”

“Exactly. And don’t open your mouth. You stink. How much alcohol did you drink?”

“Hehe…”

It was an insult that could be offensive, but there was no sign of that, and she even snickered with a face that seemed to be mocking me. Realizing what her intention was, I clicked my tongue and reached out.

“Get up. We have to go back.”

“Euheum… still not enough…”

Hajin looked like she was contemplating, but soon got up and stretched. She seemed disappointed that her memory had been cut off.

*

Hajin developed an obsession after that day. Predictably, it was alcohol. Just like I had, if the stimulation was sufficient, she wouldn’t bother trying to find anything else. For Hajin, alcohol was the ultimate stimulation. Overjoyed by the fact that she could get drunk, Hajin bought a ton of alcohol every time she went out and returned to her room.

“Uueu… Hikkuk. Heuna…”

Thanks to that, the room was always filled with the smell of alcohol. Unfortunately, it was extremely incompatible with Shuriel, who didn’t enjoy alcohol. Hajin seemed a little excited by Shuriel’s bug-eyed gaze, but she was still perceptive enough to sleep in separate rooms.

That didn’t mean she just drank all the time. While I and Shuriel were showing our faces in the streets, Hajin roamed the streets with Pawin, trying to undo curses. Of course, it was just a cheap health check in disguise. Curses weren’t common. If there were only rumors and no results, it would fall apart, so it couldn’t be helped.

“Good work today, did you sense anything?”

“Not yet. Hikkuk. But since the rumor has spread to the merchant guild… it’ll soon be in other cities as well. Hikkuk.”

“Hmm… The healing priests who had their rice bowls stolen might try to keep us in check, so don’t go to other regions. And.”

Hajin nodded, waiting for the next words. I looked at the bottles of alcohol Hajin had packed and said.

“Stop drinking so much.”

“Why…? It’s not like I’m drinking in front of that tall, blonde idiot, right?”

“You’re talking to me right now.”

You crazy bitch.

I cursed inwardly and said with a pathetic look.

“Where did you get that from again? You said you didn’t go to the bar?”

“Euheum…? People gave it to me…? How did they know I liked this… Heehee…”

“That has sleeping pills in it, you idiot.”

Startled, Hajin hurriedly opened the window in the hallway. There were three suspicious-looking men in the street.

“I won’t stop you if you want to go out alone, but clean up after yourself. I don’t want to have to clean up.”

“Arasseo… Hikkuk.”

Hajin glanced out the window, gave a sly smile, and left the inn. And a few seconds later, a cheerful voice was heard saying, ‘Thanks for the free booze~’. Hajin was already following the obviously suspicious men to a secluded place.

“Haa…. If you get any information worth mentioning, bring it back. If you remember anything even after you sober up.”

It was a wait with no guarantee, but I agreed with Shuriel. Demons don’t tolerate being ignored. They’ll soon attempt a kidnapping or attack. So it seemed better to let her do what she wants until then.

* * *

Deep underground in a gorge, in a bizarre and grotesque torture chamber filled with worn-out souls.

Pluto was biting her nails with an anxious face next to a millstone covered in crushed meat. Kkadeuk, kkeudeuk. She chewed and tore at them until they bled. Only after tasting the fishy blood did she come to her senses.

‘Let’s calm down…’

She felt extremely dirty. Pluto’s curse was so elaborate and cruel that it was called the destined reaper, boasting of terrible pain that couldn’t be endured without dying. For that reason, she was a figure of terror even among Demons….

‘Why are they okay~?’

It was about time for the effects to kick in, but there was no news. It was strange, very strange. Did I cast the curse wrong? At least that magician woman wasn’t cursed. I know that. But the other proxy guys must have been cursed.

• Kkadeuk.

Pshyuk. A sharp fang pierced her thumb, and a drop of blood fell.

‘I have to check…’

She raised her thumb, from which blood was dripping, and placed it on the palm of her opposite hand. Pluto drew a red circle on her palm and drew a thin, elaborate spell. A magic circle in the shape of a thorny inverted cross.

‘Soul Tracking’

Pluto manages all the souls she collects. They cannot die without Pluto’s permission, and she can summon them wherever they are. Jiiing. She clenched her hand tightly and activated the spell. The wraiths attached to Shuriel and Pawin. She summoned the masterpieces she had painstakingly tortured and ruined.

“…”

Among them was even the soul of a Demon she cherished.

“No… response.”

She felt nothing.

How? The souls had disappeared completely. Did they use black magic to undo it? If so, that was even better. She could create a period of vacancy at the same time as bringing down this proxy. She just had to run away in the meantime. If she stayed here any longer, it would be the army. She should be satisfied with screwing them over.

‘Something’s strange…’

But.

She wasn’t satisfied enough to leave like this.

Kwajik. She stood up, stepping on a piece of meat that had fallen on the floor. Then, a mournful scream echoed in the air. Ah, right. She was torturing that Demon woman named Asmonde. It had been three days since she put her in the millstone and left her there. Originally, she would have sewn her back together and torn her apart again, but she had too many things to worry about now.

‘She’ll break down in less than a day in this state~’

A Demon’s soul is not easy to obtain.

She had to handle it carefully, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

‘Even if the search warrant is coming soon, it might be a little tight…’

The search warrant was coming soon. A period of intensive inspection being carried out throughout the North under the leadership of the Border Count. Was it because crazy people were likely to gather in the North? When a search warrant was issued, the intensity of the search for insurgents increased.

Of course, that would include Demons. Where else would there be a Demon walking around in the streets other than a crazy bastard, but it was bad news for Pluto, whose unique desires were closely related to humans. Demons whose desires were related to nature could just live in the forest or the sea, but Demons like Pluto, who satisfied their desires through murder and torture, were easily exterminated.

Demons.

If they cannot satisfy their desires, they either revert to lesser Demons or become corrupted.

Corrupted Demons… It’s funny to say that Demons become corrupted, but they just go crazy. A Demon who cannot satisfy their desires has no value. They cannot bear the fact and collapse.

‘Even if a search warrant is issued, I can just stay quiet…’

It was so nice that she was known as the ‘Demon of Incineration’. Thanks to that, she could torture souls without worrying about being noticed. The humans thought Pluto was a Demon who liked fire and arson.

‘Then, shall we go…’

―I’m sorry, please save me, please, it hurts, I can’t see, it feels like I’m being torn apart, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again…

The beautiful wails lingered in her ears. It was another delicacy to restore the bodies of these wailing souls and see their reactions. Most of them begged her to stop, saying they would do anything. If she had a lot of time, she would repeat it over and over again until the souls were ruined, but―

For some reason, those guys.

Seemed like they would be okay.