The Impersonating Daimaou Wants to be Hated (WN): Chapter 99

 

Chapter 99: In the Dungeon 1

*Warning: Some readers might find this chapter unsettling.

 The moment I regained consciousness, I moved my body.

 Clang*!

"Tch. I guess it's useless."

 My limbs, bound by chains, blocked my own movement. My hands were bound by long chains on the ceiling just above my head, and my feet were bound by short chains on the ground making my legs slightly open.

 It hasn't been ten seconds since I woke up, but my memory was vivid. I activated the magic circuit installed directly in my brain just to be sure, but there was no indication that my memory had been tampered with. Howeverーー.

 I put strength into my body again.

 Clang*!

"...It's a pretty sturdy magic tool. No, more than that."

 I felt weak. I wonder if something was done to me while I was sleeping, and my body is unusually heavy even after not counting the damage done to me by teacher Honea.

“On top of the mana in my body being disturbed, something is obstructing the generation of magic itself... now."

 I understood the situation. Let's find out the cause of this ailment as soon as possible and get out of here.

 With that in mind, the door of this dimly lit room about eight meters away opened.

"Oh, you're awake? Fufu. This is good timing."

 A slender-looking beastman entered the room pushing a cart carrying a whip, candles, stakes, and various other torturing tools.

 The beastman pushed the cart in front of me, who was tied up, with a rattling sound.

“I never thought I'd get a chance like this. I'm so thankful for my tremendous good fortune.”

 The beastman picked up the whip on top of the cart and looked at me as if licking my whole body with an expression that was a mixture of insidiousness and amorousness. Then he asks.

"Do you remember me?"

 The handle of the whip poked my chest up from below, and one of the milk bags, which is sometimes annoying, lifted.

 Looking at it, I noticed that my dress, which should have been torn, was now neatly repaired.

"Well, did we meet somewhere?"

 Could I kill the beastman in front of me in my current state? I thought about it, but it seemed a little difficult.

"A face like mine isn't worth remembering. As expected of the King of Light. That's why this revenge is worth it."

"Revenge."

"Are you smiling? Something like me taking revenge on a transcendental person like you."

"Not really."

 I don't think revenge is trivial. The struggle is up to the individual. You can fight for whatever reason you want. What is always important is the reason why you are fighting, and it is meaningless to know the motives of others.

 I wondered what the beastman thought of my lack of interest in the word "revenge," and he looked at me for a while, then nodded his head.

"I see. I see. So, even in this situation, you have no interest in me. Do you understand? You are a female before you are a king."

 The beastman let go of the handle of the whip that was lifting my chest, and this time he placed the hand that was not holding the whip on my chest. And thenーー

 Rub*, rub*. Rub*, rub*.

 With bloodshot eyes, he began to rub my breasts.

"Gulp*. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of you, who killed my friends and turned me into a chair while I was in the honorable position of...... haa, haa...... the Maou-sama's messenger."

 Rub*, rub*. Rub*, rub*.

“Chair? Messenger? ......Ah. Come to think of it, there was one just like you."

 Shortly before the dragon incident, I took care of two cheeky beastmen who came as messengers from Satanalia, and I let one of them go back alive. I see. I see, upon closer inspection, this animal is from that time.

"So? Since you were able to capture the one you hate, did you ask Satanalia to take this opportunity to vent your frustration?"

"No, Maou-sama has ordered me not to touch you. I heard that a specialist is going to torture you directly."

 Rub*, rub*. Rub*, rub*.

 The words "torture specialist" naturally brought to mind the face of teacher Urnast. That's not good. If that sadist destroys my body, it will be very difficult to escape alone. In that sense, this situation where the idiot in front of me ignored Satanalia's order and acted on his own was an opportunity.

 First of all, I needed to know exactly what the beastman wanted in order to escape. Is the beastman after revenge against me, as he said? Orーー

"Ignoring orders. Satanalia must be very happy to have such a loyal subordinate."

"I will be scolded. But for nowーー"

 Then the beastman finally let go of his hand that had been squeezing my breast. I looked down at his lower body and saw that his genitals were rising up his trousers and erect.

 He touched my cheek between his hands and forced me to look up.

"I want to make you my bitch."

 Then the beastman's lips met mine. I didn't resist and let him do what he wanted.

 Lick*, lick*. Lick*, lick*.

 The beastman licked my lips and kissed me again and again, just a light kiss with his lips touching mine.

"Ah. This feeling... Haa, haa... how sweet... kiss*, kiss*. It's the best, the best."

 Apparently, there is no doubt. I don't know how serious the beastman is about his revenge, but at least he seems to want me as a female.

 I don't like to have my body touched by a male I'm not interested in, but I'm honestly glad to have one more material for escape.

"Ah. Wonderful. What a wonderful pair of lips. I want to do this all the time!"

 The beastman's tongue, which was licking my lips with great excitement, invaded my mouth.

 What an idiot.

 Here's my chance. I bite down on his tongue with all my might, hoping to bite it off. Butーー

 Squelch*, squelch*. Squelch*, squelch*.

“Fuu!? Nnh!? Guh, nhh?"

 My teeth can't bite through the beastman's tongue, and his tongue moved inside my mouth as if it was nothing.

“Squelch*, squelch*. Squelch*, squelch*. Squelch*... puhaa. Fufu. It's a wonderful taste. I forgot about my revenge and became intoxicated."

 The beastman repeatedly traced my lips with his thumb as if he were smearing his own saliva on them. I bit down on his finger to confirm what had just happened.

"Ohh!? You took my finger with such passion. Good! Good!!"

 I put my mana into it and set my teeth on it, it didn't even break the skin. No, rather, my mana was protecting it. I spit out the beastman's finger from my mouth.

"...Fuu. I see. A slave crest."

 Looking down at my body, there was a faint glow that penetrated the dress from the womb part in response to the mana. The "heart" is a kind of slave crest that is manipulating my own mana so that I can't harm the beastman. Looking closely, I can see slave crests are also engraved on my wrists and ankles.

“The mechanism is the same as that of the slave crests, but they are magic imprints created specifically for the purpose of corrupting women into bitches. Even the King of Light can't easily break Satanalia-sama's special crests."

"Hmph. That's just like her, it's a really stupid toy."

"Is that so? I think it's lovely."

 Saying that, he took a little distance from me and swung the whip he was holding in his hand.

 Whip*!

“………………”

“Fufu. How do you like it? This also has Satanalia-sama's mana in it. It will work on you now that you're so weak, won't it?"

"Yeah. It's a little itchy."

"Itchy? Is that all? It's the kind of thing a child could wield to shatter iron armor."

“Iron armor? You could break it with a toy like that, so what?"

"Ahh. Ahh. It's wonderful! The arrogance. Its beauty. I am! (Whip*!) To you! (Whip*!) I'm lusting for you! (Whip*! Whip*!)"

 The whip wielded by the beastman strikes me again and again. The whip, imbued with Satanalia's mana, tore my dress and carved red bruises on my weakened body.

 Whip*! Whip*! Whip*! Whip*!

"Haa, haa... fu, fufu. How is it? Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop? If you cry and beg, I'll think about it."

"...Do it as many times as you like, even a hundred times or a thousand times."

"You're getting better and better, even when you look like that."

"Look?"

 The dress is still on, albeit a little torn. What the hell is this guy talking about?

 While I was wondering, the beastman whipped the ground once, violently. Then, the beastman approached with the sound of its footsteps resounding.

"I mean these nasty breasts!"

 The beastman's hands grasped my breasts, which had been exposed by the whipping.

“What is this nipple? It has a beautiful color like that of a pure maiden and you can't possibly be a virgin, right?"

 Suck*. I felt a warm sensation on the tip of my breast. The beastman sucked on my breast as if he were a baby.

 Suck*, suck*. Suck*, suck*.

“Ah, what elasticity. What a delicious taste. How many males have ever had the pleasure of tasting these wonderful breasts? And how many males have you sucked in here?"

 Grind*, grind*. The handle of the whip pushed against my genitals from the top of my underwear.

"Well. It doesn't matter. That kind of thing."

"Are you saying you slept with more men than you can remember? Shame on you, you whore!!"

 Whip*! Whip*! Whip*! Whip*!

 I don't know what he's pissed off about, but my dress is further ripped to shreds by the whipping of the beastman. The beastman looks at me with lustful eyes as I expose my breasts and underwear through my torn dress.

"Fufu. You are mine, you are mine!"

“Oi, oi, what happened to your revenge? Your friends, nnh!?"

 His lips sealed my mouth. His tongue invaded my mouth. I knew it was useless, but I bit down again.

“Bite*!...... Nhh, kuh, uu!?"

 Squelch*, squelch*. Squelch*, squelch*.

 It seems that I can't hurt him after all. No matter how hard I tried to bite him, he only moved his tongue happily and couldn't do any damage. Moreover, my body seems to be set up in such a way that I can't prevent him from doing anything, and no matter how hard I clench my teeth, his tongue easily gets entangled with mine.

 Squelch*, squelch*. Squelch*, squelch*.

"Kuh... puhaa. Haa, haa. It's the best. You're the best bitch, King of Light. No, Floria."

 Saying this as if shouting, the beastman touches every part of my body. Not only my breasts, but also my armpits, and poking my butt hole from the top of my underwear with his finger. It is...... annoying. But it's an instinct for the male to want to seed the female. There's no point in messing around. I'd rather escape while the idiot in front of me is still in heat. The torture of teacher Urnast is more than just the lust of a male in heat.

"Ah, you are thinking about something again, aren't you? I'm so crazy about you, and you still don't care about me?"

 For some reason, the beastman, who was bending down and looking at my lower abdomen while breathing hard, suddenly looked at me with a dissatisfied expression on his face. It was too much trouble to have a conversation, so I spit on him for now.

"Spit*."

"Ahh! What a reward. Thank you, thank you."

 The beastman wiped my spit on his cheek with his finger, then stuck out his tongue and started licking that part over and over again.

 Lick*, lick*. Lick*, lick*.

 I see. He's the type of guy who is happy with any kind of female bodily fluids. Apparently, spitting on him does not cause any psychological damage.

 But, well, aside from that, my chest feels refreshed when I spit on him, so I spit one more time on his face, which makes him happy.

"Spit*."

"Fufu. That's goodーー"

"Spit*."

"Passionatelyーー"

"Spit*."

"No matter how much you spit on meーー"

"Spit*."

“………………”

"Spit*."

"No, waitーー"

"Spit*."

“Umm, Floria?”

"Spit*."

"Stop it!"

 Punch*. I was hit on the cheek with a powerful blow. The punch was more powerful than I had expected, and I didn't think it was from a weakling who was tired after only fifty lashes.

"Seriously, a lady shouldn't do such a thing."

 He grabbed my chin and wiped the blood from my lips with his fingers.

"...It worked. I think it would be better if you were the one to suck me off instead of using a toy, don't you?"

"Fufu. I'll confess, though, since you've already noticed. I don't want to hurt you, I want to make you my own personal bitch, my Floria."

 His hands enter through the cracks in my whip-torn dress.

"Ahh, this feeling. The best touch I've ever had, as good as this wonderful hair."

 The beastman nuzzles his face in my hair, which flows past my shoulders, and takes a series of breaths. His hands invade my underwear, his fingers dutifully playing with my genitals and the hairs around them. His penis crawls up my thigh through his pants again and again.

 Sniff*, sniff*.

 Rub*, rub*.

"Ahh, Floria. Floria!!"

 The beastman calls my name in my ear. The lustful male voice seems to wrap around my whole body along with his actions.

"……Fuu."

 I closed my eyes and just endured the idleness of the moment... but since his carotid artery was so close to me, I tried to bite him.

 Bite*!

“O-oohhh!?”

 As I expected, my teeth couldn't hurt his skin. The beastman is shaking strongly......? As I twisted my neck, I felt a cool sensation coming from his pants, which were rubbing against my thigh.

"Ahh, wonderful. A passionate kiss from you! I couldn't help but cum!!"

“It’s okay if you just ascend to heaven… nnh!?”

 Smack*! His lips meet mine with the collision of our teeth. How many times have we kissed? My mouth was sticky with his saliva.

"Squelch*, squelch*. Squelch*... Floria, ah, Floria."

 His tongue licked not only my mouth, but also my nose, eyes, earholes, and all over my face.

 I was so pissed off that I tried to punch him.

 Clang*. Clang*.

 The chains got in the way.

"Tch. Annoying."

 This lewd crest, or whatever it is, has been assimilated into my body quite deeply. It's not impossible to remove it, but it's not going to take more than a day or two of work. I might as well switch my thoughts to escaping with the lewd crests on.

"Floria, look at me. Floria."

 As I was thinking, the beastman was kissing me again and again, relentlessly, and the grating sound went on for a while.

 Like the lewd crests and chains, this guy is pretty annoying as hell.

 As I stared at him with cold eyes, the beastman distanced himself from me, either scared or satisfied.

"Fufu. What do you think? I, who you once treated like a chair, was treating you like this. Isn't it the greatest humiliation for you, who was once the King of Light?"

"Nothing in particular. Rather than that, why don't you do it quickly?"

 Perhaps not only Satanalia but also the teachers are involved. This lewd crest is too perfect. It might be better to blow off my lower body and both arms which are the starting point of the lewd crest and regenerate the body from scratch, but the flow of mana is abnormal and there is no tool that is supporting it. It's dangerous…… but I'll include it as a way for escaping.

"Fufu. You, the king of light, are you saying that you want my penis as soon as possible?"

"Ah? Oh. Yeah. I want it."

 I'm going to convert his semen into energy inside my body and use that energy to somehow restore my ability to generate mana. If I can do it even slightly, if not completely, then the rest is easy.

 I am not able to break through on my own, so this is the most solid way to win this. Just as well, the beastman is also lusting after me. He is a completely unattractive male, but I will squeeze him as much as I can.

 The beastman, perhaps pleased with my earlier comment, gives me an order with a look of superiority on his face.

"Then, say it. As a king, you give orders to the people, with your noble mouth, you want my penis."

“I want your penis. Now shove it into my genitals and let the semen flow into my womb."

"You should be ashamed of your selfff!"

 Whip*!

 I was whipped.

 What? What's wrong? Male Desire has the same direction, but their thoughts are so segmented, making it difficult for me, who is not interested in him, to read.

 He raised his whip again.

"You are! (Whip*) A noble! (Whip*!) Your existence (Whip*!) Must not! (Whip*!) Ever! (Whip*!) Say Vulgar things! (Whip*!) Such as a penis! (Whip*! Whip*!)"

 My entire body, except for my face, has been whipped, and my dress is torned. And yet only the underwear on the lower half of my body is intact, is that his hobby?...... Well, it doesn't matter, that's not important.

“Fuu. Fuu... Excuse me, I got a little excited. But you are also to blame. Have you reflected on that?"

"……Yeah."

 I don't care, just get on with it, you impotent bastard.

"I see, that's good. Now is there anything you would like to say to me?"

"Penis."

 An interestingly large streak appeared on the beastman's temple. It would be a lot easier if he would just come and fuck me now.

"I see. I guess you didn't get punished enough."

 He threw down the whip and took two needles from a cart full of torturing tools.

"Do you know what this is?"

"...A needle."

"It's not just a needle. It's an improved magic needle used by a spellcaster, and it can cause various abnormalities in the target's body while activating the lewd's crest."

"Hoh. That'sーー"

 A chance? That is if I can successfully convert the needles that will enter my body into energy. But if it can't, I'll be in even more trouble.

"You stopped talking. Are you afraid? It's too late to cry now."

 The beastman grabbed my chest and pinched the tip with his fingers with all his might.

"Fufu. I'll stick the needle in here, and you'll be writhing in pleasure and begging me to insert my penis into you."

 The tip of the needle poked my nipple.

"...Dull. Hurry up, you impotent bastard."

"Fu, fufu. That arrogance. Would it hold up if I stabbed you with this?""

 Stab*. Then, the needle pierced my nipple from the side.

"Nhh."

 It's a feeling that even I, who's lived a long time, haven't experienced much. The beastman grinned.

"Here, one more."

 And then another. Immediately after that, the lewd crest on my lower abdomen began to glow.

"Fuu... uu, nhh.... tch, that Satanalia. D-doing this."

 The numbing sensation generated in the lower half of my body shakes my brain directly. Tremendous pleasure. If I were a normal person, I would have gone insane after the first stab.

"Hoh, Satanalia-sama is wonderful as expected. It seems that it worked on you as well."

 The beastman looked at my nipples, which were standing up even though they had been pierced by needles.

"You feel it, right? Right?"

 His fingers gently caressed my skin as they moved up my thighs toward my breasts.

 I could feel my underwear getting wet.

 Perhaps because of that sexual reaction, the beastman brought his face closer to me and whispered in my ear.

"Do you want me to play with you here?"

 The beastman's fingers repeatedly rubbed my genitals over my underwear.

"Haa, haa... b-before you ask... nhh, d-don't play with it first."

 I have trouble breathing. He lifts his fingers, wet with the liquid my crotch has produced, up to the tip of my nose.

"King of Light. What is this?"

"It's my vaginal fluid."

"You're feeling it, right?"

“…………”

 You can tell by looking at it. I was annoyed by the obvious questions, so I ignored them. Then, perhaps misunderstanding my reaction, the beastman smiled with a rather triumphant smile.

"Kukuku. You have learned, this is Satanalia-sama's power. But this is not all."

"What?"

 Just when I was about to ask what he meant, it happened.

“Fuu!? Wha? T-this is... urine?"

 I involuntarily rubbed my legs together, a sensation I haven't experienced in a long time since I was able to completely convert anything my body produced into energy.

"Ohh!? The gesture you just made, that shameful behavior you've shown, whose graceful smile does not break even at a time like this. Let me see it again, once more."

 The beastman kneels down and begins to lick my lower abdomen through my underwear.

 Lick*, lick*. Lick*, lick*.

"...Uu. Wro... ah!? Kuh."

"Hora, hora. How is it? Are you going to let it out? Are you going to let it out?"

 Lick*, lick*. Lick*, lick*.

"Damn, it. Get away... from me."

 The sensation in my lower abdomen accelerates my urge to urinate. If I don't do something, I'm going to pee. I clenched my teeth and endured.

"Ah. Your smile has collapsed. Your face is stained red with shame. Wonderful! As expected of you, are you ashamed of peeing in front of others? It's fine. It's fine."

 The beastman is saying something, but I ignore it and concentrate on my body. It would be a shame to leak it out. Couldn't I convert this urine into energy?

 ……Damn it. It's a very special substance. After repeating trial and error in an instant, I concluded that it would be difficult to convert this substance into energy in my current state.

"Ah. Hora, hora. If you don't try harder, it will leak out. Is it okay? Is it okay?"

 Lick*, lick*. Lick*, lick*.

 If I can't use it as energy, I have no use for it anymore. I decided to quickly expel the useless substance from my body.

 Psshhh*!

"Buh!? W-wha!?"

 The beastman, who had been rubbing his face against my lower abdomen as much as he could, peaked out. The amount of urine that would hit his face would be negligible since I was urinating through my underwear, but he was overreacting.

"Cough*, Cough*. I-I drank it. Fu, fufu. As expected of you, it seems you couldn't stand it either. How do you feel? How does it feel to pee in public? Hora, let me see it!"

 The beastman stripped off my underwear and held them up in front of me, soaked with vaginal fluids and urine.

“Your expensive white panties are soggy from all the stuff you've put in them. Do you have no shame as a king? What would the people think if they saw you now?"

"No matter what they think, it's up to them. If they want to say something, I will let them say it. If they pissed me off, I'll just kill them."

"Gununu. I'm really speechless. Here, have some of this."

"Ngh!?"

 The beastman stuffed my mouth with underwear soaked in bodily fluids. Even if I can't use magic, I can still live a few days without oxygen. What a total waste of...... No, wait?

 Then it hit me. The substance that is injected into my body through the needle could not be converted into energy, perhaps because it was designed for torture, but what about this underwear? From the feel of it in my mouth, I don't think it's particularly magical.…… should I do it? 

"Kukuku. The look on your face when the underwear is thrown into your mouth. It's the best... what is it?"

 I swallowed my underwear as the beastman's eyes widened.

 Gulp*.

"Wha!? Ha!? Y-you. Doing such a vulgar thing again! Reflect on it!!"

 Slap*, slap*. He slapped me repeatedly on the cheek with his palm. Each time, the needle in my nipple shook, sending an electric current through my lower abdomen.

"Kuh... hya!? Nhh... fuu, fuu."

 I sometimes make a bitchy voice because of too much pleasure. Looking at it, the lewd crests shine strongly, and the fluids run down my crotch continuously.

"Fu, fufu. I see. No matter how strong you are, it seems that your body is steadily being remodeled to become my bitchy slave."

"Yours? You're kidding me. I'm the Founder-sama's... ah, you know the circumstances. Then you understand, right? All of me belongs to the Daimaou-sama."

"No, from today, you're mine."

 The beastman spoke and moved something that had been placed in the corner of the room with his magic. It is slowly coming this way.

"I will use this to teach it to you."

 It was a triangular wooden horse made of wood.