🔞Adult Radio Apple Novel

This novel is a machine-translated English version of an original Japanese novel.
There may be some inaccuracies in the translation.
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This is a continuation of that story.
It depicts the warped power dynamics between two individuals bound by a contract.
※ Top Alastor × Bottom Lucifer only
※ Violent and domineering Bottom Lucifer
※ Lucifer splitting into duplicates, engaging in sex, and vanishing through violent acts
※ Lucifer’s unstable mental state
Please be cautious if you are sensitive to the above content.

One day, Alastor ravaged Lucifer mercilessly.

There’s nothing wrong with toying with my possession. For a master to hold back this much—what a spineless coward. …
I’m disappointed.
Lucifer had taunted Alastor with those words, and in his anger, Alastor took the bait. He utterly wrecked him, in the most literal sense.

…It had started something like that, hadn’t it?

After their encounter, Alastor considered it an accident, intending it to be a one-time thing.
Sharing his body hadn’t gained him anything precious from Lucifer.

But Lucifer, as Alastor’s possession, repeatedly begged to be violated by his hands.

Thus, their relationship shifted from mere master and possession to a brutal, sexual dynamic of dominance and submission.

Each time Lucifer flaunted the bruises and wounds on his neck, Alastor’s blood ran cold.

Lucifer craved to be hurt—by lips, nails, fangs, hands.
…Even though Alastor was only fulfilling Lucifer’s desires, every mark left behind filled him with crushing guilt.

The more Lucifer reveled in being tormented by Alastor’s hands, the more Alastor’s heart frayed.

Let it be clear: Alastor had no penchant for sadism.
He viewed sex itself as something to avoid, something distasteful.

But coerced by Lucifer, after countless encounters, Alastor adapted—or rather, his desires were twisted.
He began to find excitement in tormenting Lucifer. Though unfamiliar with “normal” sex, he was certain it wasn’t this violent.
When Lucifer writhed in pleasure from pain or excessive ecstasy, tears streaming down his face, Alastor’s chest pounded… and he felt an inexplicable thrill.


…Truthfully, he hated it.
It felt like someone was forcibly reshaping him.


For Alastor, who wanted to remain self-contained, the coerced changes brought by sex with Lucifer were excruciating.




His daily life had become an endless hell.


*


“Why must I, the master, serve my own possession?”


He’d asked Lucifer this several times.
Each time, he received harsh punishment.


The moment Lucifer heard those words, he yanked the chain of the contract Alastor thought he controlled, then kicked him brutally in the stomach with his boot.
Alastor’s body bounced around the room like a ball.

As Alastor groaned in pain, Lucifer, impatient for the answers he wanted, kicked him repeatedly, sending him airborne like a soccer ball.

Pleas of Help me, stop turned into Fine, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, just stop kicking me! Only then, satisfied, did Lucifer cease his violence.

Then, with a smile, he straddled Alastor.


“…Ravage me. Hurry, make me a mess with your hands. ”

He whispered.

Alastor could no longer tell who was ravaging whom.



The contract to “become a possession” hadn’t bound Lucifer—it had shackled Alastor, the supposed master.




*





One day, Alastor proposed a wager to Lucifer: a game to decide whether to break the contract.
He suggested poker, his specialty.


…Of course, he cheated.


Alastor was past caring about appearances. He desperately wanted to be free from the torment of their master-servant relationship.
He had no room to consider what might happen if Lucifer caught him cheating.

When he felt like Lucifer was slowly killing him, imagining failure and shrinking from the possibility of death was the height of foolishness.



Every endeavor carries risks, big or small.

A contract with Lucifer was inherently high-risk, so forcibly breaking it naturally came with commensurate danger.
He wasn’t afraid.

The truly terrifying prospect was letting Lucifer’s violations become routine, adapting to the suffering, and letting his heart wear down until it broke.
With that resolve, Alastor focused on the high-stakes gamble before him.

Using the charm and eloquence that had ruined compulsive gamblers, he deftly manipulated Lucifer.





The game ended shockingly quickly.


Lucifer lost spectacularly.

Alastor, expecting complaints like “Let me try again” or accusations of cheating, was taken aback by the ease of it.


“Alright… As promised, I’ll break our contract.”

Lucifer didn’t resist. He complied without a fight.

When Alastor reached for his hand to finalize the contract’s end, Lucifer touched the collar of the contract, muttering something like a spell.
The collar fell from Lucifer’s neck without Alastor doing anything.

His eyes widened.


“If I wanted, I could’ve ended our contract at any time.”

Lucifer’s words were no lie.


He really chose to cling to this contract of his own will.

Alastor couldn’t believe it.


He’d been bound by a contract that chained his soul, yet Lucifer had stayed willingly.



...Could it really end so easily? All that suffering?
Our… relationship?


With the contract dissolved, nothing bound them anymore.

Yet Lucifer lingered by Alastor’s side.

He seemed to be choosing his words but couldn’t find the right ones, starting and stopping, fidgeting restlessly while watching Alastor.

His behavior infuriated Alastor.



...Stop it. What more do you expect from me?


Alastor couldn’t move either.


Relieved to be free from Lucifer, he was simultaneously consumed by envy and hatred for Lucifer’s ability to wield the contract so freely.
It was unforgivable.


“It’s over, isn’t it? …Get out. Now. From my sight.”

“Alastor…?”


“…Enough!! Our relationship is done, isn’t it?! Your lingering is pissing me off!!
Did you enjoy toying with me through the contract?
You had fun, didn’t you? Of course you did—you’re selfish, self-centered, and don’t give a damn about others!!
I’m sick of being jerked around by you!!

…Please, just leave. Right now!!”


“… …I see… You’re right. …Alright.”



Lucifer absorbed Alastor’s furious tirade without denial, then slowly, silently left the room.


“… …I’m truly sorry, Alastor.”


Just before he exited, Alastor heard Lucifer’s faint, anguished apology, barely audible.


It lingered in his ears, piercing his heart with unbearable pain.