I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

puff!

Blood dripped from the wound, from the chest to the lower abdomen, then to the tender thighs, and finally to the toes, before finally falling into the pool of water.

'Tick. '

[Simulating sensory input... Maximum pain release, 1500% pain amplification]

Solitaire has mild doubts about you.

[Favorability-enhancing keywords generated... Successfully implanted]

[Affection Level: 2 (Extremely Cold)]

"Will this make you behave? Would you cooperate a little with my work?"

Fingel pursed his lips. "This knife of mine is infused with the essence of the Spring and Autumn Cicada."

He knew it was his own abilities that had worked.

Although it is only a semi-finished field, he can amplify or reduce the perception of the parties he 'controls' in various aspects within that field.

Demons do experience pain, but their indifferent nature and will make them less concerned about it. However, they will feel uncomfortable if the pain is too intense.

'It hurts so much... Why is this happening? It seems like it's been a long time since I've felt this much pain.'

Solitaire was somewhat shocked. Even she felt pain? It was unbelievable. Normally, even when demons were subjected to the most severe torture, they wouldn't feel much pain.

However, being a demon, she quickly composed herself—mere pain was nothing to them, and Solitaire's expression soon returned to calm.

"Ouch...that really hurts. You should be gentler with girls, okay?"

Solitaire's face returned to a detached smile, seemingly unconcerned by it all, before she pouted coyly.

"You stripped her naked, and she was willing to let you rape her. Isn't that enough cooperation? You're so greedy... Ouch, ouch, ouch."

Before she could finish speaking, Fingel, who was rambling on and on, narrowed his eyes and simply turned the longsword stuck in her body—the flesh writhed, and the excruciating pain made Solitaire lose her composure for the first time, and she couldn't help but frown.

"That's outrageous! You're trying to torture a girl like that? That's really perverted."

She had a bad feeling; it was truly an unreasonable ability.

?

Ha ha.

"Are demons even human? They're not even as good as animals."

Fingel drew his knife, watching the blood gushing down, completely unconcerned.

In his own illusion, the other person cannot die. Even if he cuts off Solitaire's head, she can only look at his desecrated corpse with her severed head.

As the longsword was drawn, Solitaire couldn't help but gasp.

Although she didn't care at all, the physical pain was still there—and Finger's behavior puzzled her.

"You hated us so much before? Why? Did we kill your parents or your lover?"

She tilted her head and looked at Fingel, as if wanting an answer.

Solitaire has mild doubts about you.

[Favorability-enhancing keywords...Insertion successful]

[Affection Level: 3 (Extremely Cold)]

"No, no, no, please don't misunderstand." A mocking smile appeared on Fingel's face. "You're just a bunch of counterfeits who imitate humans. I just look down on you."

"Huh? You don't seem to be lying. That's a really interesting theory."

Solitaire pursed her lips, her mouth filled with the taste of rust, for her stomach had been cut open.

"Am I wrong?"

“You demons are like this because you imitate humans, even though you have human faces.” Fingel grabbed Solitaire’s face and gripped it tightly. “But in essence, you are just beasts without a core, aren’t you? You only mechanically imitate human actions, but you don’t understand the meaning behind them at all.”

"Stop laughing, what a boring performance. Do you think I'm the kind of idiot who'll let you go just because you say some dirty talk?"

?

Solitaire has some doubts about you.

"What is your purpose in saying all this? Are you trying to humiliate me, or to make me feel guilty or regretful? Or are you trying to instill fear in me so that I will obey you?"

Solitaire continued to smile, even feigning fear, looking as weak and vulnerable as a bullied little girl, with a hint of tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.

"Please, let me go. I'll do anything. I'm willing to kneel on the ground and lick your toes, so please don't insert it into me anymore, okay? It really hurts a little."

?

"That looks really painful! So pitiful, so pitiful, it breaks my heart to see you like that!"

Fingel smiled, then grabbed a knife and stabbed Solitaire several times, instantly turning her into a bloody mess.

Solitaire:........

'What a troublesome human... Looks like I can't fool him.'

She found it troublesome; the kind of human in front of her was the type of person Solitaire hated most—humans with no bottom line, unwavering will, despicable and shameless, who didn't trust others.

Because one of the demon race's most powerful weapons, 'lies,' has no effect on this kind of person. The more conscientious a person is, the easier it is to be deceived. But for someone like Fingel? You can't expect such a person to be deceived by her lies.

[What kind of magic is this, amplifying the power of pain? Interesting... By the way, how come Mahat hasn't noticed yet? That's strange.]

"Sigh... So your goal is to torture me? To see me beg for mercy?"

Solitaire sighed. This is troublesome...looks like I'm in for a lot of trouble.

"No, I just found it interesting..."

Fingel released her hand and gently patted her fair face, a gesture that was extremely humiliating.

To be honest, this demon has very well-maintained skin and a pretty face. It has a kind of innocent and aloof charm, but its chest is a bit small.

"Seriously, can you try harder? Your breasts are way too small. It's hard to say if you can even get an A cup. I think at least a B+ would be more appropriate, okay?"

Fingel looked at her naked body with a critical eye, his gaze showing some disdain.

Of all the women he's met, Solitaire's breasts are the smallest. Even though they're both demons, you're nowhere near as good as Aura.

"What is 'a'? Is this how you humans distinguish breast size? This is the first time I've heard of it."

"There's nothing I can do. My breasts are only this big. I'm so sorry I can't satisfy you."

Solitaire stared at her bare chest without any shame, seemingly unmoved by the way she was being treated.

"Well... let me explain it to you."

Fingel shrugged, making a 'you're such a fool' expression, while placing his palm on Solitaire's chest and gripping it tightly.

"Look, when you hold an A-cup, you can feel a slight curve... A C-cup requires you to spread your fingers slightly to fully cover it."

Solitaire nodded in agreement, like a student eager for knowledge.

"What about a D-cup?"

Fingel's lips curled into a smile, revealing a look of lingering satisfaction.

"A D-cup or larger is difficult to fully grasp with one hand, like holding a heavy coconut, so heavy. By the way, I prefer bamboo shoot-shaped ones."

"Haha, is that so? But are you really not just making excuses to take advantage of me?" Solitaire puffed out her chest slightly, her expression turning somewhat strange. "Didn't you say you only like big ones? By your standards, I guess it's an A, right?"

Solitaire has mild doubts about you.

[Generated 3 affinity keywords... Successfully implanted, affinity level 7]

“Ah, you’re right, I just wanted to touch it.” Fingel casually left the sword inside Solitaire’s body, looking thoughtful as he felt it. “Although I prefer larger ones, it’s a little strange to touch this for the first time.”

"You can touch me as much as you want if you want, huh? Looks like you really like my body."

Solitaire pursed her lips.

"Ah, I don't need your permission, I can do it myself."

Fingel continued to grope, even pressing his hands against his chest, causing more blood to flow out. The pain made the female demon frown, her eyes filled with agony.

'It really hurts a little... Was this guy doing it on purpose?'

Solitaire couldn't understand it at all. This man was deliberately using various excuses to humiliate and torment her, and his purpose was probably 'to find out the reason for his relationship with Aura'.

'But he's probably genuinely interested in my body; what a contradictory man.'

So... how long am I supposed to stay here?

She watched indifferently as Fingel defiled her body, without the slightest emotional fluctuation. Demons, by their very nature, lacked morality, etiquette, and shame.

However...

'Wait! Something's not right!'

With a sudden thrust, Solitaire felt a sensation she had never experienced before, which made her involuntarily curl her toes.

..

After about five minutes, it seemed like I was getting a little tired of it.

"The feel is really just so-so, it's too small. You'll have to work harder in the future."

Fingel reluctantly let go; small has its advantages, making it easier to operate.

"What... did you do to me?"

Solitaire's tone was icy, but a blush crept onto her face—a strange feeling she had never experienced before.

'Itchy? Painful?'

She couldn't explain it. Even though the guy was using a lot of force, Solitaire felt comfortable, and even felt completely drained... Was it because of blood loss?

"You say you don't care and act like you can play with me however you want, but anyone who didn't know better would think you really don't feel anything at all."

Fingel licked his cheek with his tongue, a hint of mockery in his eyes.

He placed his hand on Solitaire's thigh, gently scraped it, and then withdrew it.

"Isn't the body being honest?"

Because it was within his own illusory world, he could directly allow the demons to temporarily simulate a feeling that they might not have.

???

Solitaire has serious doubts about you.

[High-level favorability keyword generated...Insertion successful!]

[Affection level....30 (Extremely indifferent)]

What am I doing...?

Solitaire lowered her head, her eyes filled with confusion, noticing the unidentified liquid on her thighs.

'Are you in heat?'

I can actually go into heat?

She was genuinely shocked. Could demons really go into heat? It was unbelievable. Or was it this man who did it?

As the most knowledgeable scholar among the demons, she naturally knew the concept of estrus, but in reality, for a race like the demons, the vast majority of demons never experience estrus in their entire lives because they have almost no desire to reproduce.

'Having lived for thousands of years... this is the first time I've felt heat; this seems a bit troublesome!'

In this respect, they are similar to elves, rarely engaging in voluntary reproduction.

This experience was also somewhat novel for Solitaire.

"Na~"

Fingel leaned against Solitaire, his fingers gently sliding upwards along the outside of her thigh.

"What are you thinking about, hmm?"

Solitaire shuddered, and her ears trembled involuntarily.

'This is terrible...!'

Solitaire was now in a real bind.

For her, estrus is not a good thing. According to her knowledge, females in estrus are very likely to do things that are not in line with their own wishes due to hormones.

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