Chapter 76 - And We Woulda Gotten Away With It Too... (1/2)

”You...do not…perform inhumane experimentation….on your friends and animals!”

”W-We're sorry!” Serina wailed.

Tammy hiccuped. ”We won't do it again, we promise!”

”Forgive us already!” Janette's cries echoed throughout the whole room.

But was Damien that merciful?

”I've never seen such evil lolies in all my days. Damn brats, what were you thinking, huh? Look at what you did to Lily! Look at her!”

Damien had all three girls lined up along a table, asses bare and raised towards him. The miserable faces of the lolies showed both regret and mortification. The tears came fast and loose, streaming down their cheeks and making them taste salt.

The girls remembered the start of this whole thing with bitterness. They'd begged Dolly not to call her brother. They thought that he'd be disgusted after seeing what they'd done.

And he had been, a bit. His first words after arriving?

”This is some of the most f.u.c.k.i.e.d up shit.” He'd frowned. ”These lolies are DARK.” Then he grew angry. ”Who the hell told you to do this kind of stuff? That's it, a beating for all of you.”

His wrath was terrible to behold. And even more horrible to withstand. He took charge without delay and administered the most humiliating of punishments all while Dolly looked on coldly.

”Day'll straighten them out. Hmph.”

That strange sword also joined in. ”Papa, don't go easy on them! They dabble in the most heretical of magics, acting like gods and changing life as they please. Teach these brats the meaning of hell!”

And he did. For two whole hours he'd pinched their cheeks, pulled their ears and made them perform all kinds of strenuous exercises until their muscles quaked.

Now he moved onto attacking their rears in the most embarrassing of ways. He could see everything! None of them had ever suffered such indignity. Such cold abuse. Not even by their own parents.

The worst part? They...actually didn't quite hate this! This humiliation was a new feeling that made them feel a sort of release they'd never known before. Although they felt mortified and pained from all his cruel slaps and bullying, the abuse was strangely comforting. They deserved this, they knew. They were only receiving what they were owed for their misbehavior. So they endured the punishment and denied the weird tingling in their stomachs at ever slap to their rumps.

They were bad, naughty girls who deserved naught but the most thorough of thrashings!

”And I'm taking back those gifts I gave you too!” Damien announced.

Serina blanched. ”Eh?!”

”You can't, please!” Tammy m.o.a.ned helplessly.

”We'll be good, okay? We'll be really good!”

Damien pointed at the various tanks in the room. ”You think being good can make up for this? You damn rotten lolies are lucky I'm a biased lolicon or else I'd have already lynched you for this kinda shit. Tsk. Clean all this up by the end of the day or I'll make you clean my floors with your tongues.” He threatened. He fully intended on going through with it, too.

He couldn't believe the shit show he'd walked in on. He saw the hanging skin, the overgrown tongues sticking out of deformed jaws, the baby fingers….and damn near lost his breakfast.

Now, Damien wasn't one to pull the moral high ground. But these damn kids were going down a very twisted path. Normally he wouldn't mind at all. He don't judge. Still though. Dolly can't be influenced by such things.

If Dolly was corrupted by these lolies' sick minds, he'd riot. He had to set them straight. Just look what they did to that Lily girl! And all these animals! The stuff of nightmares. No way can he let Dolly stay friends with them if they keep this up.

How can a simple show of favoritism towards his cute cat-eared maid cause such evil ideas to sprout in these kids' hearts? F.u.c.k. This shit ain't funny, yeah?

Still, he had to admire their passion. They were doing stuff even his old world was perhaps decades from accomplishing.

Fangirls are scary.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, turning away from his latest victims, and looked toward one tank in particular.

Damien saw a dark-haired girl who felt slightly familiar. He had these feelings before with others and learned to trust that instinct. So, who is she? From what Dolly was shouting, she was called Cory?

”Get her out.” Damien sent a slap to that Janette girl's behind. That single move caused, yet again, strange shockwaves in her tummy that made her knees weak. She had endured pain, humiliation and this unknowable yearning for hours now. She wasn't capable of bearing more and subsequently passed out.

Seeing her unresponsive he was about to irritably sent one more smack her way until Serina valiantly covered for her friend. ”Wait! I-I'll do it!”

”Well, on with it then,” Damien commanded coldly.

”Yes. I will. ” The kid nodded and slowly, tearfully, pulled up her panties and fixed her dress. Though it wasn't long before she noticed dampness on the triangular piece of cloth. This made her quite uncomfortable. She's sure they were dry a while ago?

Serina was keenly aware of his eyes on her and fidgeted uneasily. ”Thank you.” She blushed, spouting words she felt were somehow right for the situation.

”Hm…” Damien didn't know why the girl was thanking him. He squinted at her and had some very particular suspicions going on. But he chose not to think about how he may have possibly opened a new world to a trio of girls too young to understand it.

But he will admit that from now on maybe he should start using a paddle instead. He kept using the Devil's Left and it's bringing him more goddamn trouble that it's worth.

”Begining purge.” Serina tapped on the tank a few times and two tentacles within the tank started to suck the liquid from inside at a pace visible to the eye. It only took half a minute before it was done.

The young girl within fell to the bottom of the tank and leaned against the glass motionlessly.

”Cory!” Dolly exclaimed, pounding on the glass. ”Get her out!” She ordered with a shaken fist.

”Do it.” Damien repeated.

”Opening now. Please step back.”

The glass cylinder split and allowed entrance. Damien put a hand to Dolly's shoulder, who was about to rush in. ”Easy. Let me get her.” He took off his coat and wrapped the girl up. Next he lifted her and brought her to a table nearby.

Normally Damien would provide some slaps for treatment like he did for Baldy and his party back in the dungeon. But he didn't do that this time. Couldn't with Dolly's friend, and especially not while she watched.

She should be fine with a bit of his blood? He understood his bodily fluids had a healing ability.

”Anyone got a knife?” He asked.

”...ummm….wait...hold on. Ah. Here we go!” Janette replied helpfully. She'd walked over and eagerly presented a scalpel.

”Thanks. And pull up your pants.”

”Oh. Right. Yes.” The kid turned red as a tomato. ”I'd gotten used to it, so….”

He ignored her and made a small cut on his finger. Or tried to. ”The f.u.c.k?” It wouldn't pierce his skin. He applied more pressure but all it did was make a faint line, utterly failing to cut. What kinda bullshit is going on?

”Milly, come here.”

The flying sword realized his intentions and stayed put. ”Milly can't cut Papa either.” She refused. ”

”And why not?

”Milly originally couldn't, but now ordinary materials can't cut Papa either. Before, wasn't it hard for them to anyway?”

Was it? He'd never noticed. ”Bollocks.” He grabbed Milly and used her like a saw against his fingertip.

”Papa, wait...stop….Milly gets motion sick!”

Damien had never heard such bullshit before. He moved her faster and faster, trying to make himself bleed. Useless. Eventually, he got so mad he raised her up and tried to make an axe out of her. ”Goddammit, cut me!”

”NO!” The sword shone with golden brilliance and he found himself incapable of swinging her don. ”Milly won't do it!” She huffed. He imagined a silver-haired, red-and-blue-eyed loli puffing her cheeks in anger.

”So you can after all!”

”Milly refuses!”

Damien threw her back. ”Tsk. Can't turn into a loli. Can't cut. What a worthless holy sword.” He muttered.

”...Milly is sorry for her existence...” The sword lay prone on the ground in absolute depression.

”Well, but you're my worthless holy sword.” Damien picked her up and stroked her blade. ”Buck up, okay?”

”Milly still refuses to cut Papa.”

”Literally useless.” He stated. ”You're getting the horsewhip when we get home.”

”Really?” She glowed softly. ”Wait, no! Milly won't be bribed!”

And of course his holy sword had to be a perverted one. Haaa….his life is going to be just filled by ”enterprising” young ladies, isn't it? His dream of a simple farmer's life seems so far away.

”F.u.c.k it.” If blood won't work….

Damien put a hand to the girl's chin and raised it slightly. Her pale face looked like alabaster in the soft light, a stark contrast to her dark locks of hair. A pair of dainty pink lips opened for him.

He took his time and aimed carefully, fully intending to drop some spit down her throat.

Then a pair of arms wrapped around his neck and brought him down. Next thing he knew the little girl was basically attempting to suck the breath from his lungs. She pressed herself against him. Her legs moved and her toes curled as she slipped a moist tongue past his teeth.

Damien immediately bit down.

Enterprising young ladies, indeed! This chick was pretending to be knocked out to take advantage of him!

How dare she. He'll show her what's what, damn kid.

”Mm...Hmn…” He felt her eel-like little tongue try to escape. But he only bit down harder until he tasted blood. And only after that did he finally let go.

He was just about to spit the blood from his mouth when her two hands took his face in hand and tried to land another kiss.

This brat doesn't learn, doesn't she?

So obviously Damien pushed her head away with his palm. ”Everybody gets one.”