Jahy froze. Every muscle in her body went rigid. If she hadn't clamped a hand over her own mouth, a startled yelp would have burst out.
Fortunately, Masao's hand merely gave her waist a mischievous pinch, and after a moment, Jahy forced herself to relax—just barely.
'Masao... I swear, one day I'll chop those filthy hands clean off.'
She couldn't afford to be discovered now. If she was, everything would be ruined. For the glorious revival of the Demon Realm, she endured.
[Ding.]
[Congratulations, Host, on obtaining 10 points of Corruption Value.]
The system's prompt echoed, and Masao's lips curved in satisfaction.
'Thank for the contribution, Jahy. Since you're feeling so generous… how about donating a little more?'
But he didn't push his luck right away. Instead, he waited—patiently—until Jahy's tense body began to ease again. Then his fingers crept back to her waist for another playful attack.
Just as her guard dropped, his sudden tickle sent a shudder through her. Her whole body went stiff once more. 'Endure it, Jahy! Hold on—you can't lose here!'
[Ding.]
[Congratulations, Host, on obtaining 10 points of Corruption Value.]
Masao repeated the mischief a few more times, savoring her twitching resistance, until he sensed she was nearing at her breaking point. Finally, he relented, rolling over to present his back to her.
The moment his attention shifted away, Jahy's body went limp. She collapsed against the bedside, her breaths shallow and shaky, eyes glimmering with unshed tears.
She glared daggers at Masao's back, her jaw clenched so tightly her teeth ached.
'You bastard… you unholy scoundrel… How dare you humiliate me like this! Just you wait—when I regain my power, I'll make you my personal slave for life! I'll whip you ten times a day—no, a hundred times!'
Lost in the vivid fantasies of revenge, Jahy failed to notice Masao stirring again in his sleep.
The blanket covering his waist slipped a little lower. A faint pffft of air drifted directly toward her face.
A fart. It was a fart. Masao had released a particularly noxious one.
Jahy, who had been inhaling sharp breaths to calm herself, froze. Her expression contorted in horror. She clutched at her throat as though death itself had brushed past her.
The smell. The suffocating heat. The sheer indignity of it all—
That double assault upon her senses and pride shattered her composure completely. She finally snapped.
"You… you fiend! Perish and begone!"
Unable to contain the flood of fury and humiliation, Jahy erupted. She lunged forward, seized the pillow from beneath Masao's head, and slammed it down over his face with all her strength.
"Mmph! Mmph—!" Masao's muffled voice rose in confusion as he instinctively flailed beneath the pillow.
"I can't breathe—!"
A few weak struggles later, he suddenly went still.
Not because he was dead—but because he realized something odd.
'…Wait. I can still breathe?'
Masao blinked in realization. Jahy's strength was pitiful— incapable of harming him. Jahy was panting, chest heaving, her anger slowly burning itself out.
Sanity trickled back in, and she looked down at Masao's motionless form, loosening her grip on the pillow.
"Hey… are you dead?" When he didn't respond, a flicker of panic crept into her heart. "Hmph! Serves you right anyway. Time to loot your corpse."
Her tone was haughty, but her hand trembled slightly as she reached toward his nose to check for breath. Just before her finger made contact, Masao—who had only been pretending to be dead—decided to have the last laugh.
He exhaled sharply through his nostrils. A warm, damp puff of air struck Jahy's fingertip.
It was a uniquely intimate and revolting sensation."
"Eww! Disgusting!" Jahy recoiled as if she'd touched something vile, snatching her hand back in revulsion.
She could practically feel the contamination crawling across her skin. Determined not to give him another chance for such atrocities, she scrambled off the bed in a flustered panic.
Then, with righteous fury, she aimed a fierce kick straight at his backside.
"Bastard! Pervert! Drop dead!"
Masao sat up, his face twisted in mild irritation.
"I'll accept all those titles," he said coolly. "But shouldn't you at least explain what you're doing in my room?"
"Uh…" Jahy's earlier bravado instantly crumbled. Her fierce glare wavered into a nervous stammer.
"I—I don't know what you're talking about! All I know is, you tickled me, and then you unleashed that toxic cloud right in my face! This is all your fault!"
Deflection. Shameless deflection.
Masao's patience finally snapped.
"You little gremlin… I've tolerated your nonsense long enough. Seems it's time you learned a proper lesson."
"W-What are you going to do?" Jahy's instincts screamed danger, and she began to edge toward the door.
Too late. A glow flared from the core of Masao's combat armor.
"You wanted my armor, didn't you?" His grin turned wolfish. "Well, you can have it."
Countless nanites burst forth, swarming over Jahy's body in a tide. They wrapped around her limbs and torso, locking her in place before she could even squeak. And then—Masao administered a firm, unforgettable spanking.
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A short while later, a chastised Jahy hobbled out of Masao's room, moving gingerly as though walking on hot coals. Tears glimmered at the corners of her eyes. Her voice trembled, thick with a mix of pain and indignation.
"That despicable Masao…! How dare he strike my— my rear! In all my years, never have I suffered such humiliation! I'll repay this a hundredfold!"
Despite her defeat, Jahy's spirit refused to yield. She clenched her small fists, vowing vengeance with fiery determination.
Unfortunately, that very motion tugged at her sore backside, forcing a sharp hiss through her teeth.
She shuffled back to her own quarters and collapsed face-down on the bed—there was simply no other comfortable position left to her.
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Today's result: A defeat for Great Jahy.
But Great Jahy does not give up easily.
For the revival of the Demon Realm—
Fight on, Jahy-sama.
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