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Vol. 1 Chapter 4.2




Translated by SoundDestiny Edited by SoundDestiny
“Uu,uu
.”
I was awakened by a faint sound of talking coming from somewhere.
‘
. naked? My hands and feet are bound?


In my hazy consciousness, I desperately tried to recall what was happening.
My memory was interrupted when I was kissed by a suspicious foreign maid.
My body is terribly heavy. I feel tired as if I had run a full marathon.
“FumiFumi, you should take it easy today, Devi. You look terrible,Devi.”
“Is it that bad
..?”
The voices you hear are those of a boy and a girl. The boy’s voice is familiar. It is probably Kijima.
“Probably, in your current state of mind, I think you can’t perform it properly, Devi. You’ll be ready for Haneda-chan, Devi after a good rest. FumiFumi’s training plan is quite interesting Devi. I feel like your talent is finally blooming, Devi.”
‘Haneda?　A classmate who lives in the same residential area as Kurosawa-san 

?’
As soon as I muttered that in my heart

“You think so too. Detective,–Devi?”
Suddenly, the conversation turned to me and I was startled.
“Eavesdropping is bad manners, Devi. But still, I’m honestly surprised that you woke up so soon after being drained by the Elder Succubus, Devi.”
“Who are you people
..”
I look up and see a girl sitting in front of me.
Bondage suits like an anime character, horns sticking out of her temples. I can only consider it as cosplay.
“Devil Devi. Just your average, run-of-the-mill Devil Devi.”
She laughs, and a boy opens his mouth behind her.
“Good evening, Detective–san
..er, Terashima-san was it?”
“Fumio Kijima: 

 untie this noose now.”
“You’re so bossy. Do you understand your position?”
“I say again. Release me now. My colleagues know I am watching you. If I do not return in the morning, they are to step in immediately.’”
For a moment, a look of agitation flashed in Kijima’s eyes.
But the horned girl giggles.
“FumiFumi, can you leave it to Lili to deal with this woman, Devi?”
“Well, I don’t mind, but
..”
“It’s easy Debbie, if you just want to corrupt them by morning. But to be honest, it’s not that interesting, so I don’t want to do it.”
“

 what?　What are you talking about!”
“Torture! Come out, Devi!”
Totally ignoring me, the horned girl shouts, and a figure appears as if springing out of the darkness.
A black leather rider’s suit that seems to stick to the body tightly. Only one black wing on her back. On her head,

probably a woman with a headband and sackcloth.
“She is Torture. She is the fallen angel, Devi. A former high-ranking angel with the power to heal any wound at will, Devi”
“First demons, now angels? That’s enough!”
“Well, listen to me, Devi, you middle-aged woman. As long as you’re alive, Torture can heal you, whether it’s skinning you, chopping off your limbs, or slicing you into little pieces. Do you know what that means, Devi?”
“Wha
”
“It’s no use biting your tongue, Devi. It’s too painful, and it will drive you crazy, Devi. Although, she can force your mind to heal. But there’s only one way to get relief, and that’s eternal obedience, Devi”
As soon as the cosplay girl said this, a myriad of blades, pliers, drills and hammers tumbled noisily under the feet of the head woman known as Torture.
“How many times do you have to be torn apart before you fall, Devi? Well, in a few minutes, you’ll be begging for mercy, miserably, Devi. Then it was just a matter of alternating the taste of pain with the taste of lust, Devi. And in the morning, you’ll become a miserable M-slave who’ll do anything, Devi”
I was left speechless, my eyes wide open, stunned. I had no idea what to do.
“What are you going to do, FumiFumi? If you want to watch, that’s fine, Devi”
“
..Splatter is not my thing”
As soon as Kijima said this, the room was suddenly filled with the sound of a raging engine.
The sackhead woman is holding a chainsaw in her hand. Doddoddo! The sound was so violent that it was almost deafening.
“Wa–wait! You’ve got to be joking!”
My body stiffens. I can feel my face twitch. But then Kijima turned to me and said,
“Detective-san, I hope you fall as soon as possible.”
As soon as Kijima says this and walks out the door, the sackcloth woman approaches, chainsaw in hand, making a violent screeching sound.
“No, don’t, don’t–come near!!”
I could only shudder.
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