Chapter 262

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Even now, whenever I see Frey, I can’t help but remember.

The metallic taste that filled my mouth.

The sticky blood that clogged my throat.

Even my breath carried the scent of blood.

The sweat dripping from my body felt scorching, as if it would burn me.

The “plan” that began under the pretext of waking Alice.

Using pliers, she carefully pulled out each tooth one by one.

With her small hands, she strangled my neck as if trying to crush it.

She forced her lips onto mine and made me soil my underwear.

Hehe, it was so much fun. Just thinking about it makes my chest tingle. I can still feel the sensation of her soft buttocks pressing against my abdomen.

As oxygen ran out, my brain and lungs screamed, and my limbs began to stiffen. My rationality was paralyzed, and my consciousness was pushed to the brink of hell.

I was as addicted as if I had been intoxicated by Regina’s drugs. Though I hadn’t shown it, I had been itching to ask Frey to recreate that moment. It was completely different from self-harm. A chilling shiver ran down my spine. The intense heat ruthlessly fried my brain.

Ah, the girl in front of me doesn’t see me as an equal.

She only sees me as a tool to vent her emotions and desires.

That’s exactly how Frey’s eyes looked back then.

She seemed to have forgotten even the purpose of waking Alice, only seeking pleasure.

Though Frey herself seems to regard that incident as a dark chapter and tries to suppress her instincts, primal urges aren’t so easily shaken off.

Frey was the personality that symbolized Alice’s violent tendencies. With a plausible excuse, she would reveal her abnormal sadism again. So, all I had to do was wait patiently for the day Frey’s patience ran out.

‘…Sigh.’

I sighed inwardly.

I didn’t want to do it; I wanted it done to me.

You see, I don’t want to hit the sandbag; I want to be the sandbag.

“Ugh, ah, ugh…”

Red liquid flowed from my fingers.

My hands and arms were stained red.

The pool of blood mixed with saliva bubbled and disappeared repeatedly.

A moan that couldn’t quite become a scream escaped from my open mouth.

Belial trembled like a broken doll, continuously foaming at the mouth.

The trail of blood from her lips to her chin looked quite pitiful.

“Haa… ugh…”

Belial’s tear-filled eyes reflected my image.

Seeing it made my heart race.

It was different from Frey’s reasons.

If she felt ecstasy from the violence she inflicted.

I projected myself onto the sight of the girl breaking before me.

Ah, it was so easy to empathize because she looked just like me. Her flawless skin was as white as fresh snow. Like a full moon illuminating the dark night sky. That pure color was now painted with blood.

It felt like looking into a mirror. The me in the mirror was breaking. My heartbeat quickened unbearably. The pain screamed that there was no way her gums could still be intact.

“Now, this is the last one.”

I held up a white tooth rolling on my palm and showed it to her.

If I counted all the teeth that had fallen to the ground and been buried in dust, it would easily exceed 20. All of them had been pulled from Belial’s mouth.

While Frey had used pliers to pull out my teeth, I simply used my hands.

It was surprisingly difficult because she clenched her teeth in resistance. I had no choice but to dislocate her jaw first to keep her mouth open. As a result, Belial was now helplessly gaping. Drool dripped incessantly, messing up the floor.

I lightly shook my hand, letting all the teeth fall.

I brushed off my hands as if dusting them, then lifted my right foot and crushed the teeth.

…Wow, I look like such a villain.

No, I am a villain right now.

Belial was bad, but I had to be worse.

Huhu, Lucia is a wicked villain!

How should I phrase it to crush Belial’s pride?

Hmm, in the most arrogant tone possible…

“How does it feel~? Being toyed with by a human you looked down on~? Having not just your body taken away, but your dignity trampled on~?”

If it were me, I’d be so happy.

Whether it was Eugene or Frey, or anyone else.

If someone made me kneel and carefully pulled out my teeth.

I’d let out a lewd scream and laugh seductively.

And you’d probably do the same.

Just like how I ended up like this after entering Lucille’s body.

“…”

I poked and prodded to touch Belial’s pride, but no answer came. Of course, it couldn’t. With all her teeth pulled out and her jaw dislocated, how could she speak? I wasn’t expecting a verbal answer anyway. Her clouded eyes answered for her.

‘What did Frey do next…?’

I slowly recalled the memory. She grabbed my head, kissed me, and then… yes, she strangled me. With those small hands, she strangled me with all her might.

I narrowed my eyes and looked down at Belial. I’d skip the kiss. That kiss back then was to wake Alice, so there was no need for it now. I reached out my blood-stained hand. The girl who looked just like me stared blankly at the approaching hand.

“Ugh…”

I grabbed her neck.

Just like Frey had done.

First with one hand.

Then with both hands, squeezing with all my might.

There was no resistance. Well, there was, but it was practically nonexistent. With her limbs bound, all she could do was writhe. She struggled clumsily, but it didn’t yield any meaningful results. It seemed like she just wanted the consolation prize of having tried to resist.

“Gag, ugh, ugh…”

Belial, who had initially tried to hide her reactions, soon began gasping for breath. I gradually increased the pressure on her neck.

The blood pooled in her mouth flowed back out. Large tears welled up in Belial’s cherry-blossom-like eyes.

Seeing that, a tingling current ran through my chest and circulated through my body.

‘I hadn’t paid much attention to it until now…’

I made a subtle expression as I felt the sensation in my hands. I could feel the pulse of her blood vessels. The thumping of Belial’s heartbeat was almost palpable in my hands.

‘My neck is so fragile…’

Belial’s body and mine were the same.

She had entered my body, only to be swallowed whole rather than taking control.

That’s why the body manifested in this mental world was identical to mine.

‘It feels like I could break it with just a little more force.’

I swallowed hard. Even though I was strangling Belial’s neck, it felt like I was choking myself. If I broke this neck, could I break my own? Probably not, right? That’s impossible. Get a grip.

“Gag, keh, ugh, ugh…”

Painful moans burst from Belial’s mouth. She writhed futilely, but it was no use. I took a step forward.

While strangling her, I pushed her down. Of course, Belial, unable to resist, fell backward. With a thud, her back hit the ground. The floor was scorching hot from the surrounding flames. Belial’s back arched grotesquely. The smell of burning wafted faintly.

“Ah, ugh, gag, ugh…”

A single tear streaked down Belial’s blood-stained cheek.

I followed the trail of the falling tear with blurred eyes.

She was suffering. She was in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes. She resented me. She was afraid. She hated me. Belial’s countless emotions fell as tears. The tears that fell created small bubbles in the pool of blood on the floor. I turned my gaze again. I looked at Belial’s bloodied face.

“Huh?!”

“…”

Unintentionally, I applied too much force.

Her neck creaked as if it would snap at any moment.

Belial’s face was turning paler and paler.

Her already pale face was becoming unnaturally white.

Her face was twisted in pain. Her expression was stained with anger. Belial’s bloodless face was as pale as a corpse. My face was reflected in her pupils, which seemed on the verge of losing all vitality. I was making a strange expression I had never seen before.

A bit of irritation and a bit of envy.

In other words, jealousy and resentment.

‘Even though she kept saying no, no…’

If she made that melting face, no one would believe her.

Surely I didn’t make that kind of expression when Frey was doing this to me, right? No way. I tried so hard to keep my expression in check even as my consciousness and rationality were slipping away.

In contrast, Belial didn’t even try. Or maybe she couldn’t. Either way, I was peeling away Belial’s masks one by one. Good. I was getting closer to my goal. But still…

‘What the… she’s the only one enjoying this… why am I doing this for free…?’

If it were someone else, I’d laugh and say I’m jealous, but… maybe because Belial looks exactly like me, I couldn’t calm my heart.

Thinking about it, I’ve been frustrated lately. Being watched by Arin, I hadn’t even had the chance to self-harm. In that situation, seeing Lucia’s lewd smile made my heart itch for no reason.

‘If I’m going to do this, I want to enjoy it too…’

But I can’t strangle Belial’s neck while strangling my own.

I sighed as if lamenting, then suddenly had an idea and half-opened my eyes.

‘Wait…?’

In the real world, it wouldn’t be possible, but here, it might work. This is the mental world. The world of the mind. It’s somewhat detached from the laws of reality. It’s similar to a lucid dream.

My Supernatural Ability is super regeneration, but here, imagination is power.

‘What if I connect Belial’s senses with mine?’

I’ve experienced something similar before. Lucille. She said she didn’t have time and directly shoved information into my mind. It was a shortcut possible because we shared the same body.

If I applied that, couldn’t I make it work? Right now, I’m sharing a body with Belial, aren’t I? Even if it doesn’t work, I have nothing to lose.

“Gag, uh, haa…?”

I loosened my grip on her neck to focus my consciousness.

Thanks to that, Belial, now able to breathe, gasped for air.

They say you should pull out the horns while you’re at it.

I roughly understood the trick.

I closed my eyes and connected Belial’s senses with mine.

If this works, I can solve both Belial’s and my frustrations at the same time.

“Uh?!”

My neck and mouth began to hurt like crazy.

Author Note

A/N (Author’s note):
Lucia decided to kill two birds with one stone.

Translator Note

T/N (Translator’s note):
How efficient~ New way to self harm! No one will notice it too~