episode_0140

Cain paused to think.

“Master!”

“Hug me!”

“Pet me!”

“Give me head pats!”

“Kiss me!”

Five clones, having just taken down the original, stood before him.

“Waaah…”

Hero Ria, curled up on the floor, was crying after being ganged up on by her five clones.

This was beyond chaotic—it was a complete disaster.

“Sigh…”

“Master!”

“Hurry!”

“Pet me!”

“Hug me!”

“Kiss me!”

Five golden-haired, buxom beauties clung to him, acting cute.

It felt nice.

Having a pretty girl like Ria cling to him and whine was a reward in itself.

But.

He couldn’t just indulge them like this.

“Clones?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“If you want head pats, go apologize to the original first.”

“Apologize?”

“She’s crying because you all beat her up. Go say sorry. Tell her you’re sorry for hitting her.”

“But…”

“The original tried to monopolize Master’s head pats!”

“She was bad!”

“We want head pats too!”

“The original messed up first!”

Ria’s clones protested in unison.

Normally, clones were bound to obey their original’s commands without question.

That was how they were designed.

Just as robots obeyed human orders,

clones obeyed their original’s commands.

But.

Exceptions existed.

In sci-fi movies or comics, there are times when robots grow too smart and rebel against human orders, right?

Clones were the same.

If a clone became intelligent enough to think for itself, it could defy its original’s commands.

And if you took it further—what if you created clones perfectly identical to the original?

Effectively, you’d have five copies of the same person.

‘They’re aware they’re clones, but…’

That was the extent of it.

What the original hated, the clones hated.

What the original loved, the clones loved.

If the original loved head pats,

the clones loved head pats.

That was the root of this incident.

The clones wanted head pats just as much as the original.

The original told them to back off.

So?

What happened next?

They reached the conclusion that they’d beat up the original—clone or not—and seize their right to head pats.

‘That’s terrifying.’

To the clones, the original was like their heart.

They could defy her orders,

but they couldn’t bring themselves to hit her.

Because that would be like striking their own heart.

But.

Ria’s clones had done the unthinkable.

They were the kind of girls who’d even beat their own heart if it meant getting head pats.

And they refused to apologize.

Because the original had tried to hog the head pats first.

She deserved what she got.

…That was their verdict.

“Ria?”

“Waaah…”

“Do you think the same way they do?”

“Th-that’s impossible! What kind of clone hits its original just for hogging head pats?!”

“Ria.”

“Yeah!”

“If a girl who looks exactly like you came up and said, ‘No head pats for you!’—what would you do?”

“I’d punch her to teach her a lesson.”

“That’s why the clones hit you!”

Original or clone, they were the same person.

“Waaah! My head pats! Don’t give them to the clones—give them to me!”

“Get lost! It’s my turn this time!”

“Maaasteeeer! It hurts! Blow on it! Pet me!”

The clones shoved Ria aside,

while Ria, whining that it hurt, charged forward, demanding to be petted immediately.

Wow…

This was a real mess.

“Sigh… Clones?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“Dispelling the clones means merging back with the original, right?”

“Uh… yeah?”

“Then dispel yourselves and return to the original.”

“But we haven’t gotten head pats yet?!”

“If you go back, I’ll give five times the head pats. Wouldn’t you rather get one long, fivefold head-pat session than five separate short ones?”

“!!!!!!”

Ria’s clones wore expressions of sudden enlightenment and dispelled themselves.

Then.

The clones’ experiences flowed back into the original.

“Ugh…”

“You okay?”

“To think I’d be jealous of myself… What a pointless fight… No matter who gets the head pats, it’s still me in the end… Why did we even fight over this?…”

“So you’ve realized it too.”

When clones dispel, the original experiences everything they did.

If a clone got head pats, the original would feel it too.

So.

There was no reason to fight over head pats from the start.

Whether the original or the clones received them, it was still her in the end.

…Having reached this epiphany, Ria beamed and said:

“Master!”

“Yeah?”

“You promised five times the head pats! So give me five times the head pats!”

“Fine, come here.”

“Clone Technique!”

Poof!

Ria summoned one clone and clung to him from both sides.

“Pet me!”

“Pet me!”

“Ria?”

“Pet me with your right hand!”

“Pet me with your left hand!”

“If we get head pats together, it’s double the head pats!”

“Give me ten times the head pats!”

Having seen the light, Ria employed a new strategy—using clones to receive head pats more efficiently.

Since head pats were done with one hand,

having two Rias meant double the head pats!

…Or so she seemed to think.

A cold sweat ran down his back.

‘It’s fine for now… I can just use both hands…’

But.

If things escalated like this in bed, it could literally kill him.

‘Seven wives alone are already exhausting!…’

If clones got involved, how much more would he be drained?!

So he immediately grabbed Dark.

“Dark.”

“Huh?…”

“Do you know anything about stamina-enhancing items?!”

“Stamina-enhancing?”

“Yeah! Stamina-enhancing!”

“I’ve never looked into that stuff.”

“Oh… really?…”

“But I do know Muscle Gay can make stamina-enhancing items.”

“Muscle Gay?”

“For him, stamina equals power.”

“?”

“He’s that psycho who fights by railing men’s asses. To him, stamina is like bullets. Each shot lets him ‘execute’ one person.”

“So that means…”

“To increase his bullet count, he has to boost his stamina. So of course he’d know all about stamina-enhancing items.”

“Oh!…”

“Want me to ask him?”

“That’d be great.”

Dark immediately pulled out a communication artifact and sent a message.

But.

Minutes passed with no reply.

“No answer.”

“He said he’d storm the Demon King’s Castle and rail every last soldier, officer, and even the Demon King himself. He’s probably too busy to check messages.”

“He won’t lose, right?”

“No way. He’s a freak who goes all-out only against male villains, but against male villains, he’s practically invincible.”

“What if the villain’s a woman?”

“He rants about how ‘women can become men if you treat them like males’ and rails them anyway.”

“Psycho.”

“But it’s not as destructive as when he goes after men. More like… dangerous only if the Succubus Queen rallied all her succubi against him?”

“Then he’ll be fine.”

He’d already dealt with the Succubus Queen,

and even drained her essence dry.

Without their queen, the succubi stood no chance against Muscle Gay.

Plus, Gold Sun was with him.

So.

The Muscle Gay & Gold Sun duo wouldn’t lose.

…The moment he thought that, he spoke.

“Dark.”

“Hm?”

“Gold Sun’s there too, right? If we message him, he’d reply, no?”

“Oh, right.”

Dark immediately sent Gold Sun a message.

Ding!

A reply came instantly.

“What’d you ask?”

“Uh…”

“What?”

“Damn it…”

“What?! Did something go wrong?!”

“Look at this.”

Dark showed the screen of his communication artifact, which resembled a knockoff smartphone.

“!!!!!!”

The photo on the screen was pure shock.

“What the hell?…”

The dungeon.

Countless men imprisoned in the darkness.

That’s right.

The Demon King, the remaining Four Heavenly Kings, the demon army’s officers, and its soldiers.

Every last one of them, stripped naked, locked in cells.

Ding!

A video followed.

[Guhhk!… Demon King! My Demon King!!!]

[Ahh… Such a perfect grip. Truly, a demon’s ass is the best—durable enough to withstand rough handling! Hahahahaha!]

[No!!! Let me go!!! Pull out!!! I wanna live!!! I don’t wanna die like this!!! Just let me die fighting!!!]

[Hahahahahaha!]

[AAAAAAAH!!! NOOOOOOO!!!]

Video ended.

It showed Muscle Gay pulling demon men out of their cells one by one and railing them.

Wow…

Even the Demon King had been captured and turned into a sex slave…

These guys were monsters.

“They’re legit psychos.”

“Yeah.”

He’d expected it,

but this was more grotesque than he’d imagined.

Wow…

To see demons wailing in such despair…

Even when the Succubus Queen lost everything, it wasn’t this brutal…

…As he thought this, he shook his head—

“Wow…”

“?”

“C-Cain?… Can I see that video one more time?”

Kamang, looking oddly fascinated, asked to watch it again.

‘Ah… Marianne liked this kind of thing, didn’t she?’

The demons had tormented Marianne relentlessly,

so of course she’d enjoy this.

Yes! Revenge porn!

A video of the bullies who made her life hell getting railed by a muscle-bound freak—this was gourmet content!

‘……Sigh.’

But on second thought, he doubted he’d enjoy watching his own bullies get railed.

It might feel satisfying,

but his eyes would rot.

Marianne, however, felt differently.

“Pfft! Caldros, that bastard, screaming like that?! Wow… Is this revenge? Is this the thrill of vengeance? The guy who tried to take my virginity is losing his anal virginity instead… This is justice! This is how the world should be!”

She laughed brightly, mocking the demons as she watched.

And.

He agreed wholeheartedly.

“How dare they try to take Marianne’s virginity! Serves you right! Gold Sun! Focus extra hard on that one!”

He even sent Gold Sun a follow-up message, but—

“C-Cain?…”

“Ah…”

“You knew… I was Marianne?…”

“Uh… well…”

In his excitement, he’d said too much.