Chapter 651: Item Contest! The Benefits of Being a Dog!
The sudden change in scenery made Himeno and the other two feel disoriented. But after they clearly saw everything around them, they were either dumbfounded or curious.
Besides a large bed and a sofa, there were also various torture devices?
Power didn't understand; her brain capacity was relatively small, so she just thought these torture devices were cool. But Himeno and Kobeni Higashiyama understood. Those torture devices were simplified versions… How could they not know what they were used for?
Thinking of Ren's words about "training dogs," the two of them were greatly shocked.
Ren sat back comfortably on the plush, velvet sofa, crossing his legs with the casual arrogance of a king surveying his new domain. He toyed with the leather leash in his hand, the chain clinking softly in the quiet room.
"Makima," Ren said, his voice smooth but commanding, "you should know what to do."
"Yes, Master."
The response was immediate and devoid of hesitation. Under the bewildered and shocked gazes of her subordinates, their terrifying superior, the cold and calculating Makima, lowered herself to the floor. She crawled on her hands and knees, moving with a practiced, eerie grace toward Ren's feet, her expression remaining perfectly placid, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.
Ren watched her approach with a faint smile, then raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Snap!
In an instant, the black business suit that defined Makima's professional aura vanished into thin air. Her pale, flawless skin was exposed to the cool air of the room, but only for a fraction of a second. Immediately, a series of restraints materialized upon her body. A black silk blindfold wrapped around her eyes, robbing her of sight but heightening her other senses. A spherical gag filled her mouth, muffling her voice, while heavy leather cuffs bound her wrists behind her back.
"Mmm..." A soft sound escaped her throat, a mix of submission and suppressed sensation as vibrating devices attached to her sensitive points began to hum with a low, menacing buzz.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Power shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Ren. Her sharp teeth were bared in confusion and indignation. "How can you treat our boss like that? This is uncool!"
How could she stand by and watch her superior be captured and humiliated so easily? Even for a Fiend, this was shocking.
Ren looked at her playfully, his golden eyes shimmering with amusement. "Makima is the Control Devil. The Control Devil, of course, needs to be properly restrained. Otherwise, she will harm humans, won't she?"
He leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his palm. "You are Special Division 4, specifically for dealing with devils. Isn't it just right that I've captured the Control Devil? I am doing the world a favor."
"Oh?" Power blinked, her chaotic mind processing this new information. "It seems so... but Makima is actually the Control Devil?!"
Power's thought process was very different from a normal human's. She actually agreed with what Ren said, her survival instincts kicking in, but she was belatedly shocked by the revelation of Makima's true identity. The woman who had leash-trained her was actually the embodiment of Control?
Himeno and Kobeni twitched their lips in unison, exchanging a glance of sheer disbelief. This colleague of theirs was usually silly, but was she still this foolish at a moment like this?
Does that look like a simple capture? The violent buzzing sound resonating from Makima's body, the flushed hue spreading across her skin, and those two vibrating objects integrated into their superior's body… no matter how you thought about it, it wasn't right, was it? It was clearly a punishment—or perhaps, a reward—of a very specific nature.
"Wait, no matter what, Makima is one of us from Special Division 4. Let her go!" Although Power was a fool, she still had a tiny bit of camaraderie—or perhaps she just feared what would happen to her if Makima got free later and blamed her for doing nothing.
But Ren just scoffed, his gaze cold.
"No. Just as I said, Makima is my dog."
He said this while extending his foot, gently patting Makima's gradually reddening face with his toes. Makima, despite the blindfold and gag, leaned into the touch, rubbing her cheek against his leg like a pet seeking affection. The sight was mind-breaking for the Public Safety officers watching.
Ren looked up at the three of them—Himeno, Power, and Kobeni—and smiled, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "By the way, this one is the dog Makima gave me."
With a wave of his hand, another figure drifted from the shadows behind the sofa. It was Reze. The Bomb Girl, usually vibrant and deadly, now looked vacant, her eyes dull and lifeless. She was like a beautiful, broken doll.
This was a great gift Makima had prepared. Reze, who had been completely dominated by the Control Devil, was now passed on to Ren.
Ren pulled her in front of him. He held her soft, pliable body in his arms, his hand tracing the curve of her neck where the choker lay. Reze offered no resistance, simply settling into his embrace as if she belonged there.
He looked meaningfully at the three standing before him. "Moreover, you were originally not going to survive. The fact that you are alive now is also because of me. Makima has already given you to me as well. You are property."
Himeno's single visible eye contracted. Kobeni's body trembled violently, her hands clutching the hem of her oversized suit jacket.
What did this mean? Were they to be treated the same way?
"What did you say?!" Power roared, her blood boiling. "I am the Great Power! I am not property!"
Power didn't want to be treated as property. Her pride as a Fiend would not allow it. She summoned a hammer made of blood in her hand and rushed towards Ren, swinging her fist at him with reckless abandon. "Die, human!"
"Sigh. You're forcing me to use some forceful methods to calm you down."
Ren didn't even stand up. He merely waved his hand casually, as if swatting a fly.
"Huh?"
Power suddenly felt a bad premonition. The air around her solidified, turning into an invisible wall that slammed into her.
Bang!
Her body flew out uncontrollably, crashing heavily into the wall on the far side of the room. Before she could fall to the floor, the chains and handcuffs hanging on the wall came alive like metal soul-snakes. They slithered around her wrists and ankles, locking Power in place with a harsh clatter.
She was spread-eagled and locked to the wall, suspended a few feet off the ground.
"Hey! Let me go!" Power struggled, kicking her legs, but the chains held firm.
Ren snapped his fingers again.
Whoosh!
"Ah?" Power froze.
Because it was chilly. Her clothes were gone! Her standard-issue uniform vanished, leaving her completely exposed to the cool air of the room.
"Hey! Let me down!" Power was enraged, her face turning a deep shade of red.
Because she exposed herself! But not just her body—her secret was revealed. Her originally ample bosom, which she proudly flaunted, was now revealed to be quite modest, becoming tiny.
Her breast pads were gone! They lay on the floor, pathetic little mounds of foam.
"My pads!" Power wailed, her dignity shattering more than her physical defeat. "You exposed the Great Power's secret!"
Ren ignored her tantrums, instead shifting his gaze to the remaining two: the cool-headed veteran and the terrified rookie. He looked at Himeno and Kobeni, asking playfully, "Do you two want to try resisting too? I have plenty of chains."
"Uh... I-I think I'll pass..."
Kobeni, who had originally wanted to run for the door, instantly chickened out. She shrank her head into her shoulders, trying to make herself as small as possible, and sat obediently on the edge of the bed with a bitter, tearful expression.
Wuwuwu, I'm going to lose my virginity, how tragic! Why does this always happen to me? I just wanted a bonus... Kobeni thought, despair washing over her.
Himeno, on the other hand, didn't panic. She had lived a life dancing on the edge of death; she had long since become indifferent to such threatening situations. If she was going to die, she would die. If she was going to be used... well, at least the man was handsome.
She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, her hand slightly trembling but her demeanor calm. Instead of cowering, she started probing Ren.
"Who are you? Are you a Devil too?" she asked, the lighter clicking in the silence.
Ren, while stroking the hair of the dazed and lifeless Reze, patiently told her some information. "No, you can think of me as someone from another world, who came to this world to deal with the apocalypse because of Makima's existence."
"Other world! Apocalypse!"
These words were simple, but the amount of information was immense. Himeno took a deep drag of her cigarette, the smoke curling around her eyepatch. Her expression changed from curiosity to solemnity.
"The apocalypse you mentioned, is it that Devil we saw outside?" she asked, recalling the terrifying darkness that had consumed the sky.
"More or less. That Devil is equivalent to the collective life of all Devils in Hell, a fusion of fears," Ren explained, his hand moving down to rest on Reze's waist. "But now, Hell and all Devils have been eradicated from this world. I cleaned it up."
!!!
Himeno was startled, nearly dropping her cigarette. Eradicated? All of them?
But soon her gaze locked onto Makima, whose body was trembling on the floor, her breathing heavy and ragged. Himeno's single eye sharpened.
"What about her? Isn't she the Control Devil?"
"Oh." Ren glanced down. He casually kicked away the gag sphere in Makima's mouth, spattering drips of saliva onto the expensive rug. Makima, panting with hot breath, her face flushed with a mix of shame and pleasure, actively leaned forward and licked his sword-finger.
"See? She's my dog, so she's special," Ren said with a dark chuckle. "She belongs to me, so she is exempt from the purge."
...
It was true. The scene before her was undeniable proof. The invincible Makima was nothing more than a pet begging for attention.
Himeno was indeed powerless to refute. She exhaled a long plume of smoke, resigning herself to the absurdity of the situation. Sitting back on the bed and rubbing her messy hair, she looked at Ren with a weary smile.
"Do you mind if I smoke?" she asked belatedly.
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Ren shrugged: "Suit yourself."
"Hoo..."
Exhaling smoke rings, Himeno also calmed down, somewhat resigned to her fate. Even the Control Devil, one of the Four Horsemen, could be treated like a dog. Now, she was just an ordinary person without Devil Powers, so it seemed she couldn't resist.
The easygoing Himeno chose to enjoy it and let fate decide, since she couldn't resist. However, she was very curious.
"You're not interested in me, a cyclops, are you? Or do you also want to keep me as a dog?"
Imagining herself becoming like Makima, trembling miserably. It was so comical that she wanted to laugh herself.
"Heh heh."
Ren laughed, and he said lightly, "Whether as a dog or a toy, there are many benefits to following me. I can give you a choice."
"Oh? Benefits?"
What benefits could there be to being a dog? Himeno became curious.
"Take off your eye patch."
Ren suddenly said this.
"Hmm?"
Himeno didn't understand what was so good about a single eye, but she still obediently took off her eye patch.
"Hiss!"
The sudden dazzling light made her instinctively cover her eyes uncomfortably.
?
Himeno was stunned.
My eye can't see, can it?
But the feeling just now was absolutely real!
Thinking of a possibility, she slowly took her hand away.
"My eye... can see again?"
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