An Extra's Rise in an Eroge-Chapter 280: Interrogation

Isabella’s breath hitched, her hips grinding down hard against my clothed erection as she raised a glowing, purple-tipped finger. I could feel the demonic magic pulsing off her, the insidious heat of a slave crest ready to brand my soul.

"Yes, Arthur," she panted, her voice dripping with hypnotic venom. "Be a good boy and submit to—"

"Host, if she rubs her wet cunt on you any harder, she’s going to ruin your pants," Sol’s deadpan voice suddenly echoed through the room. "And she’s trying to brand your soul. Figure I should mention that."

Isabella froze. The purple runes hovering near my neck instantly shattered.

She snapped her head around, her crimson eyes wide with shock as Sol materialized in the corner of the room, looking utterly bored.

"Who the fuck—?!" Isabella gasped, the sultry professor act instantly dropping. She looked down at me, her eyes meeting mine.

The hazy, mindless stare I had been faking was gone. I smirked, my eyes sharp and fully lucid.

"You faked it," she breathed, panic ripping through her features. "You little shit!"

Before I could grab her, she exploded into a cloud of violet mist, launching herself off my lap and rocketing toward the window.

CRACK!

"AGHH!"

Isabella slammed face-first into an invisible wall of golden mana. The kinetic backlash violently forced her out of her mist form, sending her tumbling backward. She hit the hardwood floor hard, her bare ass skidding to a halt.

She scrambled onto her elbows, glaring at the shimmering isolation barrier now encasing the entire office.

"You were so busy trying to grind on me, you didn’t even notice the wards I put up," I sneered, standing up from the couch. I slowly walked over to where she was sprawled on the floor, wearing nothing but that sheer, useless lace.

"You bastard!" she hissed, her demonic aura flaring violently.

I didn’t give her a chance to cast. In a blur of motion, I stepped into her guard, crouched down, and snatched her roughly by the chin. My fingers dug fiercely into her jawline, forcing her to look up at me.

"You thought you had me, didn’t you?" I mocked, my grip tightening until she whimpered. "Thought you could turn me into your little mindless dog. You’re nothing but a cheap, desperate demon."

I shifted my gaze down to her massive, heaving breasts spilling out of her bra. With my free hand, I reeled back and slapped her hard across the left tit.

SMACK!

"Ah!" Isabella yelped.

The heavy mound of flesh violently jiggled and wobbled from the impact, her dark pink nipple hardening instantly as a bright red handprint blossomed across her pale skin.

"Look at you," I spat. "Queen of Succubi? You’re just a filthy whore throwing yourself at me."

"Fuck you!" she snarled, her eyes burning with humiliated rage. "I’ll rip your fucking heart out!"

"Shut up."

I let go of her chin and reached down to my pants. With a swift motion, I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my massive, rock-hard cock. It sprang free, thick and throbbing, casting a literal shadow over her face.

Isabella’s eyes instinctively widened, her breath catching in her throat as the heavy scent of my musk hit her.

"You wanted this dick, didn’t you?" I growled.

Before she could answer, I grabbed her by the back of the hair, holding her head steady, and swung my hips forward.

SLAP!

I smacked my heavy, thick dick straight across her cheek.

She gasped, her eyes crossing slightly from the impact. I slapped her again, dragging the blunt head across her lips.

"How does it feel, huh?" I taunted, watching the lust and fury war in her demonic eyes. "Having the very thing you were just begging for slapped across your fucking face?"

She was trembling, her wet cunt leaking despite her anger. Her succubus nature couldn’t deny the raw dominance. But her pride wouldn’t let her break.

She spat on the floor, glaring up at me with a twisted, arrogant smirk. "You think this humiliates me? You think a few slaps and a big cock scare me, human? I’m a fragment of the Demon King. I’ve seen worse than you."

I zipped my pants back up, looking down at her coldly. "Talk. Why are you here? How much intel have you sent back to the main body?"

Isabella threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "I won’t tell you a goddamn thing. Go ahead, kill me. Or better yet, torture me. What are you gonna do? Cut my fingers off? Rip my nails out? Beat me?"

She pushed her chest out defiantly, the red handprint still glowing on her wobbling breast. "I can sever my pain receptors with a single thought. Cut me to pieces, I won’t feel a fucking thing. You can’t torture a demon, Arthur."

She was right. Physical pain meant nothing to a clone.

"Host," Sol whispered, floating right next to my ear. "If the flesh is numb... break the soul."

A slow, devilish grin spread across my face.

I looked down at Isabella. The smug, arrogant smile on her face instantly faltered. Her demonic instincts screamed at her, a terrifying premonition turning her blood to ice.

"You’re right, Isabella," I chuckled darkly, stepping back and raising my hand. Dark, oppressive mana began to swirl violently in my palm. "Physical torture is for amateurs. I have something much better in mind for you." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

I pushed my mana outward. "Come on out."

The air in the office suddenly grew heavy, thick with a suffocating, violent pressure. A jagged rift of pitch-black mana tore open right beside me.

Isabella gasped, her eyes widening in sheer shock as the crushing aura hit her. The pressure was so immense it forced her to press her bare hands against the floor just to keep from collapsing. "W-what is this...?" she choked out.

Stepping out of the dark rift was a girl.

She was petite, barely reaching my chest, and her outfit was unapologetically slutty. She wore almost nothing—just two thin, intersecting strips of black leather that barely covered her tiny nipples, and a micro-thong pulled dangerously high up her waist, leaving her flat stomach and pale, bare ass completely exposed. Demonic horns curled from her head, and her eyes burned with a chaotic, wicked light.