🔞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.
https://bsky.app/profile/yokshima.bsky.social/post/3l7wsv5jf6i2p
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.

As soon as Alastor arrived at the mansion, he opened the door without knocking, intruding rudely.
He had planned to pick the lock if it was bolted, so he was somewhat deflated to find it unlocked.

How careless.

Did someone as lofty as the King of Hell grow complacent about danger?

Stepping into the grand hall, he looked around.
It was eerily quiet. There didn’t seem to be any servants or familiars around.
If there were no familiars, that was all the better. Using his shadows, Alastor began to probe for Lucifer’s presence, searching for his aura.

…The corner room. Two presences were there.

Was Lucifer having a discussion with someone? The door was half-open, so Alastor slipped into the shadows and infiltrated the room. Fortunately, the corner of the room was dimly lit, untouched by the light.
He held his breath and observed the scene.


“…!!!”


Alastor couldn’t believe his eyes.

There were two Lucifers, ravishing each other.



“Ah! A-ah!! ♡♡”


One was dominating the other, both choking each other’s necks, thrusting their hips in a frenzied rhythm.
Two men with the same face, the same form, intertwined as one.


“Hey, squeeze harder here… ♡”

“…Then how about you tighten up more? As always, your devotion to me is lacking. Beg with your body—surely I can manage that, right?”

“Got it, a… ♡ Nn, nghh ♡♡ I’ll tighten, I’ll tighten…! ♡ Nn, nnh…!! ♡”

“Hahaha… That’s a bit better. Alright, here’s your reward. You love this, don’t you…”

“A, ah… ♡♡”


What… is he doing?

Alastor couldn’t tear his eyes away from the debauchery of the Kings of Hell before him.
Two Lucifers, relentlessly devouring each other’s bodies.

Splitting himself to engage in such acts—was this, to Lucifer, just a form of solitary play?
Could such an unprecedented act even be called that? It was clearly abnormal, yet their interactions suggested this wasn’t their first time; it was a practiced ritual.
Perhaps, for Lucifer, this was merely a game he played alone.


“I’m… ♡♡ I’m coming, a, ah, ah…!! ♡♡”

“I’m there too… Damn you, you whore, I’ll finish inside…!!”

“A, ah… ♡ Fill me, inside, a, ahh…!! ♡♡”



Both must have climaxed simultaneously, as they froze, collapsing into each other, motionless.


After catching their breath and calming down, the intertwined Lucifers slowly parted.

Having finished their self-indulgent act, they wore expressions of dissatisfaction.



“It’s no good… Beyond a certain point, I can’t reach the heights… If I’m seeking greater thrills alone, the only thing left is to be killed…”

“Well, obviously. You’re me, after all. We know each other’s limits.”

“So, even when we connect, it’s just masturbation in the end, huh?”

“What, you’re only realizing this now? Would’ve been nice if you’d figured it out before splitting.”


The conversation was taking a dark turn. Watching from the corner, Alastor’s unease grew.

A fierce sense of foreboding gripped him.



If Lucifer continued this dialogue with himself, unchecked by anyone else… something terrifying might happen.




“You idiot, didn’t you realize how pathetic this is before you started? That you’re just a fool, splitting yourself to console yourself like this? That your head’s gone soft from lust, or maybe it’s the depression clouding your judgment? Hahaha!!! There’s no one else out there doing such a miserable act. Everything you’ve dreamed of has failed, everyone you’ve loved has left you—what a fitting end for me. No wonder Lilith and that man grew tired of you. You know it, don’t you? I can’t be loved by anyone. I don’t deserve to love. This freak. If you’re going to die, just die alone already. But you can’t, can you? You can’t help dragging others down with you. That’s why you’re such a hopeless bastard, we are.”


“Shut up!! Shut up!! You!! Just because you’re me, you think you can say whatever you want!! I’ll kill you, you bastard!! It’s your fault—my fault—that no matter how long it takes, you can’t make me feel good!! You just mock me, torment me, and make me suffer without ever satisfying me!! I don’t need a me like that!! Fine!! I’ll beat you to a pulp!!”
Enraged, Lucifer began pummeling the self-mocking version of himself who taunted him. Golden blood splattered across the sheets from the merciless violence.


“Hahaha!! A tantrum? That’s good too!! Hurry, hurry up and kill me!! Ghh, gah, cough… Haha, hahaha!! Hurry, make me feel at ease!!”




The King of Hell was striking with full force.
Even against himself, as durable as he was, it was devastating. Even as one Lucifer’s face became a mangled mess, he didn’t hesitate.
He couldn’t stop his own fury.


“Why!! Why doesn’t it work!! I don’t want to do this either!! Damn it, damn it, keep talking, don’t break yet!! Why… why are you finding peace before me!! Don’t leave me alone!! Don’t go, I’m begging you!! I’m sick of this!! Don’t abandon me!! Don’t leave me alone!!”


“… …”




The battered Lucifer, now little more than a lump of flesh, was finally still.

The blood-soaked fist of the other Lucifer lowered.




Alastor trembled at the sight.


He had thought he’d endured plenty of cruelty from Lucifer, but this made him realize Lucifer had never truly unleashed his full violence on him.

The overwhelming brutality of a superior being had, by sheer luck, never been fully directed at him.



Exhausted from the beating, Lucifer waited for words from the lump of flesh before him, but none came.

Silence stretched… and then, soundlessly, the duplicate vanished.



“…Ah, ah… aah, aaah…!!”



Like a dam bursting, Lucifer collapsed into sobs.

To Alastor, it was bizarre to see him wail like a victim after such one-sided violence.

...Was the King of Hell truly so fragile?



“Aaah… why, why… everything, everything’s awful… nothing feels good… alone, it’s just… empty… aah… it has to be Alastor… Alastor was the one… saving me…”



Lucifer is sobbing about me?
What was going on?


“Aaah… forgive me… Alastor… It wasn’t just anyone I wanted… When you offered the contract… I got carried away… I had foolish hopes that someone could finally break me… I forced my desires on you… I knew better, but I indulged too much… aah, it’s too late now… a, ah… please forgive me…”


Alastor realized something.


Even if he split himself, could he really violate and revel in violating himself so ruthlessly?
And when that failed to satisfy, would he, provoked and insulted, give in to rage and destroy his own duplicate so brutally?
All while crying out contradictory pleas not to die, not to leave him alone?


Even if Alastor, a mere sinner, couldn’t fully grasp the mind of a former angel, this was clearly unhinged.
Despite having the power to break any contract, Lucifer clung to it, refusing to let go.


Alastor had thought him strange, but that wasn’t it.




Lucifer was already broken.



He barely cared about others, yet he’d whimsically tried to cook Alastor alive while singing, simply because he didn’t like him at first glance. He had no qualms about subjugating others with his power. The world bent to his will; he could dominate everything with his strength.
Yet, perhaps due to mental instability, he couldn’t control his emotions, finding joy only in destructive, self-harming sex.

He was so broken that he couldn’t cope alone, which is why he sought salvation in Alastor.



“…Who’s there?! …Alastor…!?”

“…Greetings, Your Majesty. My apologies for interrupting… I couldn’t quite find the right moment to speak.”

“Since when… I see, you saw it all… Ha… I’ve shown you something unsightly.”



Wiping his tears messily with his arm, Lucifer greeted Alastor, covered in golden blood.
It was hard to believe this was the same man who’d been so ferocious moments ago. Before Alastor, he seemed subdued, which only unsettled Alastor further.
He was utterly confused.


This man dominated himself with pleasure and violence like a beast, yet wept and softened his demeanor like a woman.

...What is this man?


“Charlie asked me to check on you.”

“I see… I’ve worried her. Ah… sorry. I’m in such a state… mind if I take a quick shower?”

“…Lucifer, may I join you?”

“Huh…? I don’t mind, but why…?”

“Oh, just a whim.”


It was partly a whim, but more than that, Alastor couldn’t leave this man alone.
If he looked away and Lucifer hurt himself in the bathroom, it would be unbearable. That’s how precarious Lucifer seemed to Alastor’s eyes.


Ignoring Lucifer’s insistence on just a shower, Alastor forced him into a hot bath. His hands and body were ice-cold.
Alastor figured sitting close in the tub to warm him up was the best course.



“It’s embarrassing…”

“Don’t react like that. It’s just two men in a bath, isn’t it?”

“…After you heard such shameful words?”

“Sure, you were doing something incredibly bizarre, but the words… were they a slip-up?”

“…You might not get it, but I feel like I’ve been stripped bare. After a confession like that, to be caught like this… even I would lose it…”


A confession like that?


Alastor hadn’t been directly told “I love you” or anything like it by Lucifer.
They were naked in a bath now, weren’t they? They’d seen each other’s bodies plenty of times. What was there to be embarrassed about now?


It made less and less sense.
Feeling Lucifer’s body, Alastor noticed it was starting to warm from the toes up.
Lucifer’s expression softened slightly. Before the shower, drenched in golden blood, he’d looked half-dead, so Alastor was quietly relieved.



If I hadn’t been here, what would’ve happened to him?

The memory of Lucifer’s brutal violence against his duplicate flashed through his mind, and Alastor stopped himself from thinking further.



He’d already misstepped once with Lucifer.
He couldn’t afford another mistake. In a game, this would be an instant game over.
From now on, he’d convey his feelings to Lucifer.
A high-stakes game where cheating wasn’t an option.
Facing Lucifer meant no room for error—just a tense, precarious tightrope walk.




Alastor was about to challenge Lucifer head-on, in the truest sense.