Revenge Hero BAD END 212

Chapter 212 – #46 Demons and Half Demons, Contract (1)

Damn! Damn!
Clap! Wow!

“Evil… Ugh♥… !”

A whip that was swung, divided into several prongs.
Mona, whose white skin had been hit by it several times, let out a sweet moan rather than pain, and her body trembled.

In the space created by the Count, in the center of a space that looks like a basement, Mona is restrained with her arms spread out to her sides as if hurray.
The metal ball restraints that restrained each of her arms are embedded in the walls on either side…

“Huh… Black… Ugh… ♥”
“Are you able to make some cute sounds now? You were so arrogant at first.”

In front of Mona, who was restrained in her naked body, her alter ego, which looked exactly like Mona, patted the whip in her other hand and said,
Her whip is like a multi-pronged webbing attached to her handle.
Just by lightly hitting her hand with the tip of the whip, Mona’s alter ego puts on an ecstatic wet expression.

This whip has a special succubus magic spell, which is designed to transform pain into pleasure and amplify that pleasure.
Just like now, at most, a light tap on the palm of one of her hands would make Mona, her alter ego, tremble her hips with her ecstatic expression.

Just how intense the spell is.
At most, just a slight touch of her skin, how much she amplified her pleasure.
She will never be able to realize what that person feels now, just by imagining it…

Slap! Slap! Slap! Awww!

The alter ego Mona swung her original Mona a few more times with the whip, then she threw the whip away in disgust.
Mona, who had been beaten a dozen times with her incantated whip simply for fun, only shuddered at her pleasure as she turned from her pain…

‘… It’s not easy.’
‘My body and mind are already a mess…’

Mona has red marks all over her body.
Her coveted and attractive breasts, her narrow waist and smooth belly.
Her arms, thighs, and everywhere else, including her cheeks.
The whip and handprints remain, and it looks painful.

However, both her breasts and the bumps at the tips of her breasts were strangely erect.
Her nipples were congested and twitched, and it seemed like it would be nice to touch them, which had become hard like stone.
Even between the legs, the vaginal juice dripped down, and traces of the tide and urine, which had already been spilled many times, remained on the floor between the legs.

Even if she is whipped so harshly, only pleasure spreads inside of Mona.
Her single whipping turned into an unbearable pleasure, like being whipped several times in a row.

Inside her head, it feels like her brain has melted into the Sheikh.
Below her neck, she felt detached, as if she were not her own.

How can I do this
How can I survive this?

‘… How much… There was.’
‘There is no such thing as a clock, and neither the sun nor the moon rises and sets.’
‘Still, if you calculate it with your body time… About 50 days.’

If it’s a normal human, enough time for her to go mad.
I can’t see the outside at all, and wherever I look everywhere, I see only the same black wall, and the only thing that changes is the appearance of that alter ego that is harassing me right in front of my eyes.

What’s more, that alter ego is harassing her in all sorts of ways without giving her a break.
If you want to give them a break, it’s just a part of annoyance to further annoy them.

If Mona had been a normal person, she would have long since worn out her emotions, and by now she would have been like a doll whose soul had been let out, or a maddened giggling lunatic.

Even so, what can still be sober.
It’s also because her succubus, her human common sense, doesn’t work very well.
Also, for her extreme masochist, the more painful it is, the more it simply turns into her pleasure.

Rather than feeling difficult or painful in her current situation.
I was delighted, delighted, delighted, delighted, and delighted at the itching pleasure that came from the inside of her body.
It was to the point where I felt deep gratitude to my master (Earl Meln) for allowing me such a heavenly time.

If you still have some complaints.

‘I’m getting tired of it now.’
‘My head is a mess, but my body seems to be boiling and melting.’
‘But even so, I’m getting tired of it.’

Yes, her current situation is very enjoyable, even if it is her heavenly time for her mother-in-law.
It was dissatisfying that the alter ego of herself in front of her eyes, the doll she had fashioned after her own likeness and her knowledge, was so unappealing to her eyes.

Mona is a masochistic pervert who likes erotica, likes to be sick, and likes to be in pain or anguish.
However, it is only her preference, and it is not enough to be called the pleasure of her life.

What she really wants is to see a human being in agony and suffering.
What she really enjoys is the image of a human being who makes a choice after much agony and consideration.

She likes humans.
While she is basically evil, lewd, decadent and has violent instincts.
Even so, those who agonize and agonize over such things in front of them, and sometimes choose options that Mona would not even think of, are very exciting for Mona.

Interesting.
Interesting.
Interesting.

I wondered what kind of choice they would make.
Her face when they are in despair is too sweet for her to bear.
Even so, sometimes when they endure trials and temptations and overcome them, turning into talented people who shine more and more confidently——the appearance is so sweet that it feels as if their teeth will rot.

How can humans be so interesting?
How can humans be so funny?

‘By the way, the only thing here is that boring doll.’

Compared to him, that bastard’s doll has nothing unexpected.
It is only the behavior that Mona can guess, and the behavior that Mona can guess.

Gambling where you know the outcome is no fun.
If it was a real gamble, chips would accumulate, but this is just a waste of time.
With her near-eternal lifespan, it doesn’t matter how much time is wasted, but nonetheless, I still hate this meaningless time.

Then what should I do?
What number can I write?

‘… Well, nothing is possible.’
‘I have to give up…’

While thinking so, it seemed that her alter ego Mona had finally prepared her next tool.
In her hand was a jar that looked like a large jar, and from Mona’s position, she could barely make out something wriggling inside the hole.

“Okay then, next to this——”

Holding a jar full of something like that, the alter ego is about to come closer.
Suddenly, the alter ego opened her eyes wide, as if startled by something.

What is it all of a sudden, Mona thinks.
It wasn’t long before she, too, noticed a change in her appearance.

Goo Wooung
Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo Goo… !!

Space shakes
The floor and ceiling shook as if there had been an earthquake, and cracks appeared here and there.

There is a problem with space.
Something is forcibly interfering.

“Hey, what is this… ?!”
“… So, what is it?”

It’s too early to say that Count Meln will lay his hands on him.
There are still 50 more days until the time he declared.
Above all, if the count was doing something, there would be no way the space would become unstable like this.

‘Then…’

Person to do this. A person who can do this.
Recalling those things, Mona was able to quickly guess the object.

In an unstable space, the alter ego can’t do anything and just stands there.
In that state, the restraining spheres on both of her arms, which were restraining Mona, suddenly shattered.

“Bye Bye. Then excuse me first.”

Anticipating what will happen, Mona smiles at her alter ego and waves her hand.
Along with him, the ceiling of the pitch-black room collapsed, and her big hand reached out from beyond——

* * *

Hey hey profit
Fluffy!

In an instant, the scenery changes.
The air you feel on your skin is different, and everything that comes into your field of vision changes.
Just like that, Mona realized that she was no longer trapped in the space within the marble.

I was forcibly removed from her beads and thrown to the floor, hurting here and there.
Still, she is nothing compared to the joy that comes from the freedom of being out.

“Ouch… Thanks, chris. I never thought I would get help like this.”

Mona is bewitching even when she is thrown to the floor.
Mona half-raised herself off the floor, as she thanked her counterpart for pulling her out.

At the end of her Mona gaze was her Chris, looking down at her with her cold eyes.
Her orb, which her Mona had been trapped in a while ago, is held in her hand.

“Shut up. You keep your mouth shut.”

Saying so, Chris put the marble in her hand back into the bag it was originally in.
Her alter ego, Mona, is still trapped inside her orb, but she doesn’t seem to have any intention of taking it out.

Chris opened the window and tossed the marble outside in her pocket.
It seemed that something like a bitter cry could be heard from inside the pocket, but I ignored it and closed the window.

Now, only Mona and Chris are left here…