Chapter 171
At that moment in the demon realm, an unexpected appraisal meeting was underway.
“The n****e color looks good, doesn’t it?”
“It’s still in development, so the sensitivity is low.”
“That’s fine. The assistant is confident.”
Moablon, the third Asti sister, had found an intriguing new ‘plaything’ after some time and hummed a tune happily.
“Our cute youngest has given me such a gift. I don’t even remember the last time!”
“No, it’s not a gift! This one has to be taken to Sister Juvia!”
Jo and Hela were currently at Moablon’s territory with Duvalkan.
Moablon had arrived wanting to try her toy on Duvalkan after tormenting him thoroughly…
‘Since it’s near Sister Juvia’s domain, I figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea.’
Hlla gladly agreed, but days had passed and Moablon’s lust hadn’t cooled.
“Ugh! Ugh!”
Duvalkan was tied diagonally to a cross-shaped pillar, gagged with clamps on his n*****s, and wearing a chastity belt.
Despite being in that state for at least two days, he had barely lost consciousness and was barely holding onto his sanity thanks to the diligent care of Jo and Hela.
“Ugh!”
Though it seemed he might faint any moment, he was still conscious.
“Please. Sue. Paladin. Keep alive.”
“I know. We have to get to Sister Juvia quickly…”
“Aw, just a little more fun, okay?”
Suddenly shrinking her size, Moablon transformed into a childlike form and acted cute.
“Just one more year. How about that?”
“Are you crazy?”
Hela rejected firmly.
“This ends now. Take off the chastity belt and put him down. He’ll die if his life force is drained like this.”
“He hasn’t been drained that much yet…”
“Sis Moa.”
“Fine, fine.”
Snapping her fingers with determination rivaling Sermedes, Moablon triggered the release.
Duvalkan collapsed onto the floor with a painful groan.
Though his hands and feet were free, he trembled in agony before Hela clicked her tongue and removed the large circular rod from his rear, causing him to slump fully.
“Hey, hey. You’re not unconscious, are you?”
That would be bad—she wouldn’t be able to face Ashtel.
“Paladin, wake up.”
Jo immediately smacked the back of Duvalkan’s head to wake him.
The gag was removed and Duvalkan raised his head quickly and begged,
“Please, stop… stop…”
“You want me to stop hitting you?”
“Please, untie—untie me!”
He held out the metal chastity belt tightly constricting his g***n.
Hela tilted her head thoughtfully and looked down at him.
His once lustrous golden hair was matted with sweat, his face a mess of tears.
His clothes from the demon realm were gone, leaving his well-toned muscles exposed, decorated with Moablon’s deliberately inflicted wounds—forming a somewhat pretty pattern.
Still, the thick c**k between his thighs drew the most attention.
Because Moablon had shaved off all his pubic hair, calling it a luxury for human men, his pale skin gleamed, and the chastity belt bobbing beneath made it even more enticing.
‘Definitely looks tempting enough to eat.’
But since killing him was out of the question, playing with him had to end here.
Hela signaled Moablon to release the chastity belt.
With a single finger snap, the belt clicked open, and a swollen shaft sprang free.
Duvalkan gasped in pain, grasping it, then immediately e********d pale s***n, burying his forehead in the ground with a burning moan.
The intense e*********n lasted a long time. When he finally squeezed out the last drop, he glanced around with eyes full of fear.
“Damn it, rotten, cursed…”
He’d rather have been at the mercy of the tentacles. At least they were soft and cushioned.
No one knew how many hours he’d spent tied to that dreadful pillar.
Unlike the human realm, day and night weren’t clearly distinguished in the demon realm.
The sky’s mysterious purple hues changed colors occasionally, making it impossible to tell morning from evening.
Duvalkan endured relentless torment at Moablon’s hands.
“Ugh…”
Marriage was out of the question. No way could he show this body to anyone.
Feeling sorry for sobbing Duvalkan—or maybe regretting not properly managing the human entrusted to her by Ashtel—Hela scratched her head and extended a hand.
“Get up. We need to erase your memory. Aren’t you going home?”
Her bright red hair fluttered in the breeze.
Duvalkan raised his tear-streaked face and, after seeing the indifferent and aloof succubus, felt faint relief instead of endless hatred.
‘Have I lost my mind?’
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