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Next to him, Mammon tried to restrain him, saying they shouldn’t kill him yet.
“I want to see that. The grooming.”
Belzebub, who was chewing on a steak with his sharp canines, chimed into the conversation.
Looking at Hayden with his elongated, yellowish pupils, he was chewing on meat that was dripping bright red blood, with a childlike innocence.
Only by demon standards, of course.
“Hmm, that sounds like a good idea?”
“I don’t know. Do we really need to watch a human being groomed?”
The unenthusiastic Asmodeus voiced his objection, asking if it was really necessary.
Asmodeus, with long, straight pink hair and fresh green eyes, contrary to Hayden’s imagination, had all the buttons of his black uniform fastened and wore an extremely ascetic face. If anything, the topless Lucifer felt more overtly sensual.
“What do you think? Don’t you want to see it, Belfegor?”
Belzebub asked Belfegor, who was on good terms with him.
Belfegor, who had been lazily keeping his eyes open, slowly opened his mouth, his long silver hair that reached his thighs swaying gently.
His deep, sea-blue eyes looked down at Hayden.
“I… don’t care…”
“We’ll vote.”
That was Lucifer’s neat conclusion.
“Understood. Please display your insignia.”
An insignia floating in the air meant approval; otherwise, it was rejection.
Soon, insignias imbued with each Demon Lord’s Magia floated above their heads.
The result was surprisingly a majority vote in favor.
Excluding the dissenting votes of Leviathan and Asmodeus, the remaining five Demon Lords expressed their agreement.
“Then, as an exception, this sacrifice’s grooming and training will proceed here.”
“Liefel.”
Liefel was about to announce the results while pulling out a small vial containing oil, when Lucifer called him.
Liefel bowed his head as if awaiting a command, and Lucifer rose from his throne, his crimson silk gown billowing.
He descended the few steps with his long legs and personally stood before the lowly sacrifice.
The gazes of the other Demon Lords and Liefel were fixed on him.
It was extremely rare for the Lord of Pride to personally descend, even if he made the sacrifice walk to him.
As Lucifer stood in front of him, Hayden raised his eyes, veins protruding in his neck.
Lucifer, acting as if the trivial resistance was beneath him, turned Hayden’s body around with a single gesture and snatched the oil from Liefel’s hand.
Hayden, whose back was now to the Demon Lords and was facing the audience chamber door, frantically rolled his eyes, trying to figure out the situation.
Lucifer silently opened the oil cap and poured the oil directly onto Hayden’s buttocks.
The sweet smell of the Demon Realm’s famous Katri honey, mixed in, strongly permeated the air.
Hayden gasped in shock at the liquid touching his body.
“Mph, ugh!”
As a generous amount of oil was poured, his pure white buttocks and hole became sticky and wet.
The consistency was more like honey than regular, oil-like fragrant oil.
The sight of it dripping down his thighs and perineum from beneath the round flesh onto the floor was suggestive.
Lucifer, who finished pouring the entire bottle of oil with his emotionless red eyes, fixed his gaze on the hole that was slightly gaping in fear and extended his hand to Liefel.
Liefel calmly handed him a vial containing a pale pink slime and bowed.
“I shall withdraw.”
It seemed he had taken an interest in this sacrifice.
The perceptive Liefel wisely made his exit from the audience chamber, and Hayden watched the door close in despair.
Thump.
The pale violet eyes, which had been so defiant, were now halfway sunken in despair.
“He’s looking at Liefel as if he’s a savior.”
It was a laughable sight.
The way he was immediately clinging to the other side as soon as he realized who was the greater threat.
This is why humans are both disliked and intriguing.
Lucifer opened the glass vial Liefel had given him, his face having become quite cheerful.
The pale pink slime, squirming against the glass, seemed to be excited.
Spread.
At Lucifer’s Word of Power, Hayden continued to whimper, yet spread his knees, further arched his back, and raised his buttocks fully toward the Lord of Pride.
Hayden, whose hands, cuffed together, were pulled down so far his shoulders felt like they might dislocate, trembled as he used his white hands to part the lubricated folds of his hole.
Hayden’s breathing became ragged, and tears streamed down his face from the shame.
This was a part of him that had never been exposed.
The young man, who had been raised only as an imperial family member, albeit one who was ignored, did not understand why he had to suffer such a fate.
Meanwhile, Lucifer’s red eyes narrowed as he looked down at Hayden. The tightly closed, delicate hole was clean.
The pale pink hole was pretty enough not to be repulsive, making him wonder if Liefel had lied to him, considering he had been told the grooming hadn’t happened yet.
Schlick.
“Hup?!”
Lucifer, who was examining the hole as if conducting an inspection, forcibly shoved the small glass vial into the place that had never had a foreign object inserted.
Even though the outside had been covered in fragrant oil, with no gentle caress to widen the hole, the pale pink tissue quickly tore slightly and bled.
“Ugh!! Ung!!”
Fear and pain from the sharp ache and the strange sensation overwhelmed his defiance, and instead of resisting, Hayden was now busy trembling and weeping.
The eyes of the Seven Demon Lords glittered as blood dripped from the hole.
“Heup, mph…”
Lucifer, who emptied all the slime into the now somewhat quieter sacrifice’s belly, immediately pulled out the glass vial.
The sound of the empty vial rolling on the floor echoed in the silent audience chamber.
Lucifer turned, returned to his throne, and rested his chin languidly on his hand.
“What’s the occasion? Lucifer.”
Belzebub, who had now taken out a bone candy instead of steak, asked, and Lucifer intently stared at the pathetic human glued to the floor, trembling vulgarly.
“There’s nothing as enjoyable as making a lowly thing realize its place.”
At Lucifer’s languid voice, Belzebub rolled the bone candy with his teeth before crunching it.
‘I see,’ Belzebub lightly nodded and straightened his body, licking the inside of his mouth with his long tongue.
The plain candy flavor lingered in his mouth for a long time.
As the idle chatter subsided, the Demon Lords’ attention was drawn to the sacrifice’s white buttocks, which were trembling in the air.
More accurately, the red mucous membrane that couldn’t properly close due to Lucifer’s Word of Power captivated their eyes.
The hole, soaked in transparent oil, struggled to close, only to be forced wide open again by Lucifer’s command.
Furthermore, since he was holding his hole open with his cuffed hands, the red inner flesh was naturally visible.
The pale pink slime was noticeable, squirming within the glistening mucous membrane, saturated with the oil.
It seemed to be still settling in, feeling out the inner walls and absorbing bodily fluid.
Hayden repeatedly gasped for breath as his insides involuntarily squirmed with the movement.
“Hmph… Uuugh…”
Just as Hayden was gradually getting used to the foreign sensation inside his hole, the slime, which had been gently tracing the inner walls, began to move.
It was the first step of grooming: the cleaning time.
The pale pink slime was an omnivorous, low-ranking demon beast that ate everything well, so it was used in the castle for cleaning the sacrifice’s hole or as a permanent plug.
Humans were creatures who did the troublesome act of excretion, but for a sacrifice who had to attend to the Demon Lords incessantly, even that time was a luxury.
Hence the use of the omnivorous parasitic slime.
“Hup!”
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