Chapter 100 

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Announcement

Hello there! As you can see from the chapter title, this is a special R-19 chapter! That being said… children aren’t allowed!!!

Though, there’s not much I can do to enforce that other than verbal threats…

Uh, If you read this chapter as a child then I guess I’ll slap you emotionally, I suppose?

Oh yeah, content warning as usual: R-19, amputation, corruption and that’s… about it.

Chapter 100 IF Side Story: She fell Into Despair

This is a story of what could have happened.

A fork in the road that once could have existed.

A possibility that now can never come to pass.

★

Five years ago.

The moment the sky broke like shattered glass.

The day thick, viscous black rain fell.

She, Angelica, made a decision.

She would no longer stand by as innocent children died.

She would never allow young students to be helplessly slaughtered.

She knew it was a futile dream.

Yet, she could not remain still.

Even if it was impossible, if she did not even try, nothing would change.

And so, she left the Celestial Corps.

She even brushed aside the hand of the Third Division Captain, who tried to stop her, and headed to the Academy.

In a way, it might have been tantamount to a tantrum.

Her dissatisfaction with the Celestial Corps, which had even pushed children into the battlefield.

Though her mind understood, her heart could not accept it.

Even if she knew it was inevitable, the human heart does not always follow one’s will.

She became a teacher at the Academy.

She vowed to be a shield, protecting the students from external pressures and sudden malicious attacks.

Holding her wounded heart, Angelica swore.

“Please…”

But

Why had it come to this?

“Please… I’ll… be a, a slave…”

Her beautiful golden hair was dirtied with dust.

Yet the girl paid no heed to it, lowering her body even further.

Shaking pitifully, she forced out her voice, choked with sobs.

“I’ll do anything… so… please… let go of the teacher…”

The girl, her student, was pleading.

Even sacrificing her pride, she bowed her head to the ground, begging.

It was a plea for life, but not for her own.

That fact made it all the more heartbreaking. It was horrific. A nightmare.

“Wha… hey, wait, I-I don’t want this… stop, aaah, aaah, aaaaaaaah…!!”

A mask was placed over her.

The mask that should have been placed on Angelica.

But Lucia voluntarily accepted it.

“Ugh, ugh… ha, aaah…”

The girl rolled on the ground, struggling desperately.

Her nails were torn off, yet she continued to scratch the ground.

Her legs convulsed as if electrocuted, pounding the dirt floor.

Her shoes fell off, and her heels were bloodied, yet she did not stop.

No. Stop.

Please, stop.

Desperately, she reached out.

But her hand was pierced through by a parasol, falling to the ground in vain.

Even her final desperate struggle was easily suppressed.

Angelica could only watch.

Her student, whom she had vowed to protect, was slowly being corrupted.

“Your regeneration ability is impressive. I’ll admit that. You’d think if I drilled a hole in your brain, whether human or monster, they’d both die… Hmmm, seems useful. You’re weak physically, though… but that’s nothing, I can just fuse you with a suitable vessel to solve that…”

“…Stop. Please… stop now.”

“Heh? Is that how someone asking for a favor speaks?”

Angelica raised her head, distorted by pain.

The pain in her mind was far greater than the pain in her body.

Her vision blurred. Only then did she realize she was crying.

The moisture warming her cheeks made her set aside her pride and say,

“Please… I beg you… stop now… please, just… give it to me instead…”

The student she had vowed to protect lay on the ground like trash, unable to do anything.

That student had sacrificed herself to protect her teacher.

That fact shattered Angelica’s pride beyond repair.

Even if her pride was completely shattered, if she could protect her, she would endure it.

But

Reality was cruel.

“Ugh, kek, ha, haaah, aaaaaaaah──!”

Lucia let out a final cry.

Suddenly, all movement ceased.

Her desperate struggles, her screams of pain.

All vanished like a mirage, leaving her limp like a broken doll.

Ah.

Angelica, without realizing it, let out a hollow voice.

Perhaps she liked that voice filled with despair.

The girl with the red fox mask grinned maliciously.

“There, it’s complete.”

Astaroth grabbed Lucia’s hair and pulled her up.

Her rough actions showed no consideration, and Lucia was dragged along weakly.

She seemed like she had lost consciousness, but faint groans indicated she was still aware.

Astaroth slowly removed the red fox mask, revealing Lucia’s face, which was now a pitiful sight.

There were no wounds, but her pink eyes were unfocused and lifeless, like a rotten fish.

Blood still dripped from her features. If not for her faint breathing, she would have looked dead.

“Ahaha, what a cute face! That expression suits you so well.”

Astaroth forced Lucia to stand, though she could barely remain upright.

Leaning close to her ear, Astaroth whispered, though her voice was not lowered.

Astaroth spoke with a sharp laugh,

“Now, Lucia. Introduce yourself.”

“Ah, aah…”

“Who are you?”

Her lips moved a few times lifelessly.

Her lifeless eyes blinked several times.

Still, her gaze did not return.

With a voice that had completely lost its strength, Lucia answered,

“I, I, I, I am…”

“Yes, that’s right. Who are you?”

“I, I am my master’s, slave…”

“Hehe, well said.”

Astaroth scratched Lucia’s chin.

Her attitude was that of someone treating a dog or cat.

No, perhaps even less.

Like handling an object, Astaroth commanded,

“Get down.”

“Yes…”

Lucia collapsed, kneeling and supporting herself with trembling arms.

Astaroth patted her back and sat on it, crossing her legs as if on a chair.

She stroked Lucia’s hair and said,

“What a good girl. Don’t you think so?”

“You, you beast…!”

“Thank Lucia, sister. If it weren’t for her, you’d be the one under me now, wouldn’t you?”

“What have you done to that child…?”

“Suddenly pretending you don’t know? Or are you denying reality? She sacrificed herself for you. That’s all. Nothing more.”

“…”

“I don’t mind seeing sacrifices like these. It’s admirable, so I’ll let you go, sister. That was the promise, wasn’t it?”

After making Lucia a slave, Angelica was to be released.

Astaroth accepted this proposal.

Even though there was no need to do so.

She did it because it seemed amusing.

And indeed, it was incredibly entertaining.

“But apart from her admirable heart, Lucia is too weak. Honestly, she’s not much use…”

Her regenerative abilities are exceptional, but beyond that, she’s nothing special.

At best, she’s on par with a mid rank monster. Even with the mask’s power, her limits are clear.

To Astaroth, her strength is negligible.

In plain terms, she’s useless.

Still, that wasn’t an issue.

If she’s useless, then make her useful.

“I’ll just modify her into a proper monster. How should I do it? With her regenerative abilities, she should be able to withstand extreme modifications, right? Ahaha, I’m looking forward to it. I’ll transform her into a magnificent monster.”

“No, stop…”

“Now then. With your legs like that, you can’t move, can you? We’ll let you leave. Take care. The next time we meet, make sure you’ve grown. If you don’t want to be defeated again, that is.”

“Stop!”

Despite her desperate plea, Astaroth did not respond.

At Astaroth’s gesture, the parasol that had pierced Angelica’s hand was pulled out.

Though she was now free, Angelica’s legs were broken, rendering her unable to stand.

Without hesitation, Astaroth grabbed Lucia’s hair, who was still kneeling, and began dragging her along.

Lucia let out faint groans but offered no resistance as she was pulled away.

“No… stop it, please, please…”

Unable to stop her, Angelica, knowing this, reached out with her wounded hand.

She couldn’t let Lucia be taken like this.

But despite her desperate feelings, her body was a mess.

There was no way to stop Astaroth or reclaim Lucia.

Overpowered, Angelica had nothing left.

“Please… I beg you… stop…”

In the end, Angelica threw away her last shred of pride.

Her shattered self-esteem, her dignity, her pride.

All the pride she had accumulated since childhood, being praised as a genius, was now twisted into self-loathing, stabbing at her heart.

But now was not the time to dwell on such things.

There was something more important than pride.

She didn’t want to be a teacher who was protected instead of protecting her student.

If someone had to sacrifice themselves, it should be her.

She never wanted to see children sacrifice themselves again.

“Let Lucia… go…”

“Why should I? It was a fair deal. I let you go in exchange for Lucia. There’s no room for misunderstanding in such a simple promise, is there?”

“I’ll take her place…”

“Huh? What was that? I can’t hear you. Speak up.”

Did she really not hear that, or was she pretending?

Angelica tightly closed her eyes.

Repeating to herself that her trembling was only due to the pain from her wounds.

She opened her bloodied lips.

“I… I was wrong… I was wrong… I’ll become your slave. Lucia is innocent. Please, let her go… I beg you, I beg you…”

She spoke earnestly, discarding her self-respect and dignity.

Her usual domineering aura was gone.

The woman, whose pride had been brutally trampled, swallowed her humiliation and tears.

“You seem quite desperate.”

Astaroth struggled to suppress a grin.

She spoke coldly, keeping her emotions in check.

“I’d like to do that, but I’ve already made a promise. I’ll let you go in exchange for Lucia.”

“Then I’ll take her place…”

“That would break the promise with Lucia. So, no. It’s unfortunate, but I always keep my promises.”

This wasn’t a lie. Astaroth, and all the other Devils, keep their word once they’ve spoken it.

But words are flexible. They can mean different things depending on how they’re interpreted.

“Hmm~ since you are so desperate, sister, do you want to save Lucia?”

“…Yes.”

Astaroth lifted Lucia, who had been dragged along like a bundle of hair, and carried her.

With light footsteps, Astaroth approached Angelica and smiled.

“Stand up.”

“…”

The command was cruel for Angelica, whose shins were broken.

But without a word, Angelica forced herself to stand.

She ignored the screams of her legs.

She bit her lower lip at the piercing pain in her mind.

Despite staggering, she managed to stand without falling.

In front of her, the red fox mask was offered.

“I’ve kept my promise and let you go. This is your own proposal, of your own will. Right?”

“…”

“A mask can only dominate one person. If two people wear the same mask, the power of domination is divided.”

“…”

“A new contract. No, a bet. A bet between you and me. If you can endure the mask, I’ll free Lucia.”

“Really…?”

“Believe it or not, it’s your choice. What will you do?”

“…”

Though she was given a choice, there was no other option for her.

Angelica looked at the mask with hesitant eyes.

A mask that dominates the wearer’s mind.

I had never heard of such a thing.

But here it was, right in front of me.

I had already witnessed Lucia being controlled like a puppet.

Would I also be dominated if I wore this mask?

Lucia, held in Astaroth’s arms, still had her unfocused, lifeless eyes.

Angelica slowly raised her hand, as if holding a poisoned chalice.

There was no other way. Even if it was an uncertain gamble, this was the only option.

Giving up now and trying to save her next time?

That kind of convenient development doesn’t exist.

The kidnapped Lucia, taken by the masked monster, would face unimaginable horrors.

This was her last chance.

Angelica steeled her resolve.

Her trembling hand reached out to take the mask.

Up close, the red fox mask was nothing special—just an ordinary mask.

Looking inside, there were no special mechanisms, only geometric patterns etched into it.

“Remember, this is a bet. If you can’t endure it, you’ll become mine. Understand?”

“…”

Angelica swallowed her dry saliva.

The taste of blood filled her mouth, as her lips were torn.

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t afraid.

But doing nothing was even more terrifying.

Angelica brought the mask close to her face.

Her vision narrowed, focusing only on the inside of the mask.

Because of this, she couldn’t see Astaroth’s expression.

‘Fool.’

The red fox mask covered her face.

★

A short while later.

A young boy rushed over.

Clutching a crimson sword, the boy looked around frantically.

But there was no sign of life at the scene.

Only the remnants of battle and scattered bloodstains remained.

★

Hello.

I’m Lucia.

A first-year student in Class A at the Southern Academy.

I was supposed to become a member of the Celestial Corps and fight for humanity.

But that’s all in the past now.

Now, I’m just Astaroth’s slave.

A loyal slave who will do anything for her master.

I know this loyalty was created by the mask.

But so what? I’m so happy like this.

Every time I serve Astaroth, I feel an unbearable sense of fulfillment. Sometimes I’m so happy that I’m afraid.

Thinking back, it’s pathetic how I once dared to deceive Astaroth. I thought I could be rescued quickly even if I wore the mask and was dominated. How foolish I was.

I wish I could atone for my stupidity by offering all the knowledge I possess to Astaroth.

I know a lot. If I share everything, I’m sure I’ll be a great asset to her.

But why can’t I remember?

Is it because my brain is being messed with by the tentacles?

Since becoming Astaroth’s slave, I can’t recall the knowledge from the original work.

It’s like it’s locked behind a padlock.

It’s unfortunate, but there’s nothing I can do.

I’ll tell her when I remember.

Since the field training, my life has changed a lot.

I no longer go to the Academy.

I spend my days in a penthouse at the top of a high-rise building in the center of District 3.

I can’t step outside, not even a single step.

Astaroth hasn’t allowed it.

She says the modifications aren’t finished yet.

“Woof. Woof woof.”

I bark at the mirror.

The mirror, covering one side of the wall, reflects my image.

I’m completely naked, not even wearing underwear.

This way, Lucia’s pale skin is always exposed.

Hehe, I feel good~♡

Clothes are for humans.

I’m not human, so I shouldn’t wear them.

On top of my blonde hair, animal ears that match my hair color twitched.

Not only that, but my hands and the soles of my feet are covered in fluffy animal fur.

When I wag my tail, I can’t help but giggle.

Since becoming like this, my physical abilities have improved tremendously!

My skin has become much tougher, and I feel full of energy.

I heard that my master fused me with a fox monster.

Why do I bark like a dog then?

I’m sorry. I don’t know how a fox howls.

And I prefer barking.

It makes me feel like I’ve become a dog.

I wish master had fused me with a dog instead.

Astaroth is so mean.

I only have one tail now, but I’m told I’ll have more when the modifications are complete. I’m not sure about that.

Anyway, I can’t go outside until the modifications are done.

It’s a bit suffocating, but I must obey her command.

Still, I’m not lonely.

“Luu, Lucia…”

Speak of the devil, my roommate is calling me!

I ran on all fours, panting.

These days, it’s easier to run on all fours than on two legs.

I’m gradually realizing that I’m no longer human.

I’m happy. Hehe, even though I’m dominated by the mask, my memories remain intact.

I know who I was in the past.

I was born as a bitch. Not human, but a bitch craving a master.

In a way, I’m not becoming inhuman but returning to my true nature.

I crossed the living room and headed toward the source of the voice.

In the corner, on the bed, she was there.

I wagged my tail and jumped onto the bed.

“Ugh… uu…”

Teacher Angelica, her face twisted in pain, let out a pained moan.

No, she’s not a teacher anymore. She’s a fellow slave, right?

But I still call her Teacher.

“I’m sorry… I can’t endure it anymore…”

She tightly closed her eyes and looked away.

Is she still not used to it?

But I’ve gotten used to it!

I picked up Angelica.

She can’t get up on her own now.

There’s no particular reason for it.

Astaroth cut off Angelica’s limbs because she wanted to give her despair.

As a result, her arms and legs had become short stumps.

This way, she can’t do anything by herself.

How did she end up like this?

I know because I was there.

She was deceived by Astaroth.

From the beginning, Astaroth had no intention of making a fair bet.

She pretended to offer me the mask while giving Angelica a different one.

Angelica was really foolish.

She was told that if two people wear the same mask, the power of domination would be divided, and yet, there was no guarantee that the mask Astaroth gave her was the same one I wore. She didn’t lie, though. Not telling the whole truth isn’t the same as lying, right?

Of course, at the time, all the masks had been used, so the one I wore was the last one.

Angelica must have had her vision narrowed because she had heard that explanation beforehand.

But in reality, there was one more mask, wasn’t there?

Yes, it was the mask Astaroth herself wore.

She swapped them. She took off her own mask and put on mine.

Then she offered her own mask.

Angelica didn’t realize and wore it.

Astaroth’s mask wasn’t made for domination, but it could replicate that function if she wanted it to.

And so, here we are.

Angelica has fallen into slavery.

But her self-awareness remains.

This is more fun, I suppose.

Does my master want to slowly break her down without the power of the mask?

Hehe, as expected of my master.

She’s truly wicked.

“Now, Teacher. We’re here.”

“Ugh…”

The place I took Angelica to was the bathroom.

She can’t come on her own.

Even if she could use her supernatural abilities, her powers are sealed now, making her nothing more than a disabled person who can’t move.

I placed Angelica on the toilet.

Even though she should be used to it by now, Angelica’s face turned red, and she avoided my gaze.

Hehe, how cute.

I stroked Angelica’s head.

After waiting for a while, I soon heard the sound of water flowing.

I wonder how long she had been holding it in. I hope her bladder doesn’t burst.

After urinating for a long time, Teacher’s lips trembled.

It’s a familiar expression. A face that looks like she’s about to cry.

Honestly, it’s really pathetic.

Even though we do it every day, I never get tired of it.

Since becoming a fox monster, I’ve been in heat frequently.

Astaroth said it’s a side effect of the monster transformation, so I don’t need to worry and can do whatever I want.

That’s why I’m raping Angelica every day.

I’m sad that I don’t have a penis.

I used to have one.

I miss it since becoming Lucia.

I should ask Astaroth to give me one next time.

Ah, thinking about it makes me excited.

I’m an animal.

If I want to do something, I do it right away.

Perhaps Angelica read my intentions from my gaze.

She looked at me with trembling eyes for a moment, then resignedly lowered her head.

The first time I raped her, she resisted so much.

She scolded me, saying, “This is wrong! Snap out of it!”

But these days, she spreads her legs as soon as I look at her.

Seeing her gradually submit makes me happy.

Hiccup…

When I poked her obscene hole with my finger, she let out a cute moan.

When I squeezed her bouncy breasts with one hand, her waist swayed, which was really adorable.

Still, it’s a bit sad that she doesn’t lean on me.

Ah, by the way, it’s not because she hates me.

Angelica always has a face that looks like she’s about to cry when she sees me, but it’s not because she dislikes me.

Her eyes don’t show contempt or anger, only guilt.

Even now, she’s worried about my body while being raped by me.

My entire body is covered in whip marks.

Even though I can recover instantly with my regeneration ability, why would I?

I feel so good like this. Ah, truly. Astaroth is the best master.

While I rape Angelica every day, Astaroth abuses me every day.

In front of Angelica, she breaks my fingers, pulls out my teeth, cuts open my stomach to remove my organs, whips me, and completely destroys me.

And every time, she makes a special request to Angelica.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll keep tormenting Lucia!” she says.

Yesterday, she made Angelica crawl over and kiss my instep.

Maybe she wanted to break Angelica’s pride?

I don’t care either way!

“Ugh, ha, hii…”

Angelica’s thighs were soon wet with obscene saliva.

Her breasts are also soft, which feels great.

Angelica’s breasts are really big.

Even when I press down on them hard, they quickly bounce back to their original shape once I let go. It’s really obscene.

Angelica’s naked body under the light is really beautiful.

Sweat makes her glisten white, which is incredibly erotic.

Her slender waist and wide hips.

She’s a walking pornographic figure.

A body perfectly optimized for sex.

Being able to monopolize this body makes Lucia a happy bitch.

“Ugh, ha, hng! Wait, Lucia!”

When I squeezed her well-shaped breasts, Angelica screamed.

But I won’t stop! I’ll rub my thighs against her thick legs and grope her even more!

There’s no need to rush.

After all, a day is long, isn’t it?

Today, let’s get drunk on pleasure again.

Angelica, my teacher.

★

How much time has passed?

How many days have gone by?

How many months have passed?

Angelica, repeating the same day over and over, has lost her sense of time.

Suddenly, her eyes opened. Her lower body was stiff and painful.

She unconsciously reached out her hand, but all she became aware of was that there was nothing below her elbow.

“…”

Not even an animal.

To be in such a state, soaked in lust every day, being violated like this.

There was an excuse for this. 

Regina. The troublemaker from Class D. Who would have thought that even that child was being controlled? That child’s drug was incredibly potent. 

Angelica only raised her head to glare at the faint scent emanating from the incense. That was the cause. The drug. Once intoxicated by that scent, her entire body would boil over.

As Angelica squirmed, her gaze shifted to the side. She wasn’t the only one on the bed. A girl, curled up like a fox, with her tail wagging. Every time Angelica saw Lucia, a dark shadow fell over her face.

Lucia was changing in a strange way.

Even when struck by the whip, she howled as if excited.

Her face flushed, she presented her buttocks herself.

What kind of modification did that damn witch perform on Lucia?

“Huff…”

It wasn’t just Lucia who was changing.

Angelica, realizing her actions too late, froze.

Using her remaining stumps, she had moved closer to Lucia and was rubbing her own genitals against Lucia’s thigh.

Startled, she stopped, but Lucia’s thigh was already slimy with white liquid.

‘…What am I doing?’

I hate it. I’m becoming strange too.

I’m still sane now, but if this continues?

Will I become like Lucia?

“…”

Ignoring her throbbing chest, Angelica lay down again.

She forced her eyes shut. Telling herself it would be okay, but she couldn’t calm down.

Her lower body was stiff. It was hard to endure. She wanted to bite Lucia’s ear and beg to be violated right away.

No. I have to endure. I can’t give in to lust. I can endure it.

This sweet scent is the problem.

Once I smell it, my consciousness fades.

No matter how much I release, my lust keeps rising.

When she regained her senses, Angelica was rubbing her hips against the bedsheets.

It’s hard. It’s hard. It hurts. It tickles. Please. No. Snap out of it.

If only I had hands. No, what am I saying?

After groaning for a while, Angelica buried her face in the pillow almost like sobbing.

She barely suppressed her urges and closed her eyes.

However, her struggles were long, and the obscene smell was too strong.

“Teacher.”

A warm, cozy feeling enveloped Angelica.

Lucia sniffed and buried her face in Angelica’s nape.

Her hand naturally touched the inside of her thick thigh, which hadn’t been cut off.

“Do you want to go again?”

“…”

“Then bite my neck as hard as you can. Enough to tear off my flesh.”

Angelica didn’t answer.

But her body was speaking honestly.

Lucia presented her delicate neck.

Her hand lightly stimulated Angelica’s genitals.

As Angelica, entranced, looked at the smooth neck, she slowly brought her face closer.

Her pink lips parted. Her white teeth touched Lucia’s nape.

Crack. 

Angelica’s teeth tore into Lucia’s neck at almost the same moment Lucia’s fingers penetrated her.

The pleasure made her head buzz.

Her waist convulsed wildly, and her expression loosened.

She stuck out her tongue and drooled.

Angelica, struggling to regain her fading reason, thought:

Please.

Anyone, please…

Save us.

Before I become even more twisted.

Before Lucia goes completely insane.

Please, I beg you.

But no one came, and eventually…

She fell into despair.

End.

 

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
The IF route of chapter 33.

If Eugene had been late, Lucia’s sacrifice would have been meaningless.

I put a r-19 tag on it, but it’s not that bad, right?

Sorry, I’m still traumatized by the things that happened last time since I was too vulgar with it.

So, I just added a r-19 tag to it.

I’ll try a little harder the next time I serialize the IF side story!

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
Whew, that was definitely too nuclear to translate! 

Though funny enough, wouldn’t this technically lead to a good ending? 

A lot of people will be sacrificed though. (Including Lucia, heh.)