Chapter 230

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The falling snowflakes painted the world in pure white.

Even the breath I exhaled was white.

The hot breath scattered quickly in the blowing snowstorm.

The snow that touched the nape of my neck melted instantly.

Mixed with sweat, it dampened my school uniform.

I didn’t feel cold. This was a manifestation of my mindscape. To be precise, it was Lucille’s mindscape. It was also my world, having inherited her will.

In the ‘novel’, it wasn’t described properly, so I didn’t know, but it seemed that every supernatural had their own mindscape.

Supernatural abilities are the power of the mind. A manifestation of will. The higher the level one reaches, the more solid the supernatural’s mental world becomes.

That’s why supernaturals have strong mental barriers. The mindscape acts as a breakwater, blocking mental erosion.

Even when the cold wind mixed with snow brushed against my collar, it only felt slightly chilly. I raised my head to look at the sky, then slowly lowered my gaze. A ripe peach-like butt filled my vision.

A red color that didn’t fit the pure white world. Handprints overlapped again and again, dyeing the entire butt red. At this point, it looked more like an apple than a peach.

“Ugh, ugh, hng…”

Belial bit her lips tightly. Her face was twisted with humiliation and shame.

She was one of the pinnacle beings in the other world. Having lived arrogantly as a devil god her entire life, she was now nothing more than a punching bag with a satisfying feel.

Her pants and underwear had been stripped off, exposing her butt, and she was now playing a rhythmic tune of slaps.

I tapped her reddened buttocks. She flinched, her waist trembling.

Each time, her plump flesh jiggled like pudding. Belial glared at me with sharp eyes.

Transparent saliva dripped from her tightly sealed pink lips.

But I knew her fierce expression wouldn’t last long. Before giving her an injection, I tapped her buttocks a few times.

Belial’s pupils shook. I raised my hand high and swung it down with all my might.

Splat!

A sound as if her buttocks were being torn apart echoed.

“Hngk!”

Her fierce expression crumbled in an instant. Her whole body trembled as she swallowed back sounds of stifled gasps.

She seemed desperate to hold back any screams, biting her lips hard. Her face, contrasting with the pure white snowfield, was flushed red.

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to overflow at any moment. Ah, how enviable.

Watching her made my own butt ache for some reason. Was it because we looked exactly alike? Every time her butt was marked with handprints, I unconsciously swallowed my saliva.

It wasn’t my butt that hurt, but my palm. This wasn’t so bad either… but ugh, it’s unfair. Only Belial is feeling good. I want to be on the receiving end, not the giving one.

“Th-this is, po-pointless…”

Belial said, trying to compose her expression. Of course, I saw through her bluff right away. Who would believe you with that melting face? The pointless thing is your stubbornness.

Those who enter Lucille’s body, abandon all hope.

Lucille’s body, perfected over hundreds of millions of years, is the abyss itself.

Even a devil god couldn’t escape being devoured. Belial, who must have been a proud warrior, was no exception.

“N-no matter, wh-what shame, y-you, inf-inflict… I, I w-won’t, s-submit…”

You’ve already submitted, yet you talk so much.

You were so excited while being cut by Eugene’s blade.

You even thought of abandoning everything. I’m a masochist too, but I don’t have a desire for defeat.

But because of you, I’ve developed a desire for defeat. What are you going to do about it? Making Lucia even more corrupt, your sin is truly deep~

But it’s not bad news. Belial felt extreme pleasure in defeat. Her desire for victory had turned 180 degrees into a desire for defeat.

In other words, while she might talk big, deep down, she was desperate to submit.

The reason she’s not admitting it now is because of her pride. Her pride as a devil god was resisting the pleasure.

Considering how she had shaken it off when fighting Eugene, corrupting Belial into a submissive state wasn’t something that could be done in a day or two. It would take time, slowly dyeing her.

So for now, it’s just spanking.

I planned to increase the intensity step by step, like climbing stairs.

I’ll bestow upon Belial all the acts I want to experience myself.

“Hey, Belial.”

I patted her bruised, dark-red buttocks and leaned down.

Pinching her soft flesh, I whispered softly into her ear.

“You know, the more you resist, the more it’ll hurt?”

“Hng, hng…”

I wonder if she knows. No, if she knew, she would have bowed her head and hidden her face. Her lips are subtly rising, aren’t they? Why is she smiling in such a humiliating situation? Huh? Why is that? Lucia has no idea. I wanted to point it out, but I held back.

I raised my hand high again to leave another handprint on her round buttocks. Belial’s gaze followed my hand.

But the crisp sound of a slap didn’t come. I hesitated for a moment, then slowly lowered my hand.

“That’s enough for today.”

“…What?”

“Phew, that must hurt. Right? You’re bruised.”

I pulled up her pants that were hanging on her knees. Belial winced as my hand touched her bruises. I brushed off the snow from my body and stood up.

“I told you from the start. The rent is paid by entertaining my mood.”

Watching Belial, with Lucia’s face, drooling and lost in pleasure, made my whole body tingle unbearably.

I want to wake up soon and slap my own butt. I’ll slap it until it’s bruised like Belial’s. I’ll pinch, twist, and torment it endlessly.

Well, besides that, it’s important to have a push and pull in these things. Going all out at once isn’t a good choice.

I know myself well. I know Lucia’s body well too. Belial is already poisoned. She’s in a state of craving the extreme poison of pleasure.

I’ve lit a fire in her chest, so let her suffer for a while. Her limbs are tightly bound, so she can’t harm herself. Her body is burning, on the verge of madness, but she can’t find release.

Hehe, Lucia is really cunning, isn’t she!

“My bad mood is all gone. Yep, I feel refreshed!”

Actually, it’s not gone at all.

Rather, my desires have only piled up.

But I didn’t show it at all and smiled brightly.

“I’ll come back to collect the rent next time. You can wait, right?”

“…Hmph, ridiculous.”

Belial turned her head away. Hehe, how cute. It’s like looking at my past self. I was like that too when I first became Lucia. Denying reality and rationalizing.

Watching Belial, whose shoulders occasionally trembled from the pain in her buttocks, I flicked my finger. The snowstorm that had been falling stopped.

Belial would have to stay here for a while, so it would be a bit much if it kept snowing, right? I flicked my finger again, and the surroundings transformed. The most familiar place. The inside of Lucia’s dorm room.

“See you next time.”

“…”

No answer came. Not that I expected one, so I waved my hand and walked towards the dorm door.

Standing at the door, I glanced back to see Belial trembling with a dazed expression. I wonder how long she’ll last? I’m really curious.

Leaving her behind, I stepped out of the dorm.

Of course, outside the door was a void.

It’s time to wake up from the dream.

 

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Even after Lucia left, Belial couldn’t say a word.

She blinked her blurred eyes several times, staring at the closed door.

Tears pooled in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, wetting her face.

“Ugh…”

It felt like a storm had just passed. If it weren’t for the throbbing pain in her buttocks, she might have mistaken it for a dream.

What exactly had happened to her? What kind of humiliation had she endured? Belial’s head throbbed. She winced from the sharp headache.

“Damn it…!”

She didn’t underestimate humans. Even if she belittled them with her words, deep down, she acknowledged their existence. After all, among countless humans, there might be a second Jin.

But no matter how much she acknowledged them, there was a limit. Belial gritted her teeth in humiliation.

She had been subdued by the human who stole her body, her buttocks shamefully spanked like a sandbag.

“I won’t let this slide.”

She wouldn’t be satisfied until she paid back every bit of what she had endured. Belial’s shoulders trembled uncontrollably.

The more she thought about it, the harder it became to bear. She wanted to tear that girl apart right then and there.

Yes, she knew. She was clearly the one who had wronged her first. She had stolen her body. She might have tolerated some level of retaliation. But this was too much.

“I’ll definitely break the seal and steal her body again.”

And then, she would return every bit of the humiliation she had suffered.

Belial looked at the chains binding her limbs. They were sturdy, but given enough time, she could definitely break free.

The problem was that she didn’t know when that moment would come, nor how many more times she would have to endure something like today.

Belial suppressed her boiling emotions and half-opened her eyes. There was no need to rush. She just had to endure like she did today. Yes, that’s all she had to do.

Drops of water fell, wetting the floor. The snow piled on her body had melted, mixing with cold sweat to form a puddle.

Belial, who had been absentmindedly staring at the puddle, flinched. Her face, faintly reflected in the puddle, was smiling.

“Am I… smiling…?”

The corners of her lips were raised. Her eyes were curved softly. It was undeniably a smiling face.

Not a forced smile, but a natural one. Only after witnessing it herself did she realize. Belial tried to touch her lips, but her bound limbs made it impossible. Only the clinking of chains echoed.

But her senses told her. She was smiling. Why was she smiling after such an unbearable, humiliating experience? Belial tried to erase her expression as she stared at the puddle.

But it didn’t work. Her stupid, carefree smile wouldn’t disappear. The harder she tried, the deeper her smile became.

What is this expression?

This vulgar, whorish face.

Am I really making such a smile?

“…It’s hot.”

Belial was forced to confront the issue she had been avoiding. Her burning buttocks felt like they were on fire. She couldn’t see it directly, but it must have looked quite unsightly. Probably bruised a dark blue.

Just imagining it made her chest tighten. She shook her head vigorously to shake off the thought. She couldn’t think deeply about it. She didn’t want to fall back into that state again.

“Ugh.”

The sensation of her thoughts being overwritten by something else was pure terror. Her way of thinking had been distorted, and even common sense felt alien.

Belial still felt a chill when she recalled that moment. When she fought Eugene, she had barely managed to regain herself. But if it happened again, would she really be able to return to her former self?

Belial wasn’t sure. That’s why she had sealed away all memories and thoughts related to that time. She had sealed them away. Even now, in this moment.

“…”

Belial hunched over. Her buttocks were hot. Her heart raced. The heat quickly spread throughout her body. Not just her bruised buttocks, but her entire body felt feverish.

Even her breath was hot. The hotter her body became, the faster her heart raced. The pounding sound echoed loudly.

Her fingertips trembled.

She wanted to relieve the heat.

She wanted to expel the heat filling her body.

Belial buried her head in the puddle.

Ripples formed, and her face was no longer visible.

Maintaining that position, Belial tightly closed her eyes.

The heat didn’t go away. Her buttocks burned. Each time the throbbing pain pierced her mind, her heart raced. Even with her eyes closed, it didn’t disappear.

Instead, with her vision blocked, the events of earlier became even clearer. The sharp touch of hands came to mind. The throbbing grew stronger.

‘…Maybe I’ve made an irreversible mistake?’

The thought crossed her mind, but Belial couldn’t bring herself to deny it.

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
I made a cover!

I used AI to select multiple pictures.

I posted some of the pictures I made on the notice.

By the way, you all know that Lucia is blonde right? The description of her blonde hair comes up quite a few of times already, yet some of you still didn’t know?

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
The corruption tag is here for more than just one or two people, heh.