🔞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.

Afterward, Lucifer was oddly insistent on bathing together again.
Alastor, feeling sluggish, would’ve preferred a quick shower, but Lucifer was a mess, and Alastor felt partly responsible, so he obliged.

Wanting a change from the earlier bath, he impulsively chose a bubble bath. Lucifer loved it, playing like a child, gathering bubbles to make a duck and proudly showing it off to

“Alastor. Look at this! Isn’t it cute?”

It was hard to believe he had an adult daughter.

“Have fun, but soak in the tub. You can make ducks in there too.”
“Nghh…”

Since Lucifer was the one who wanted the bath, he needed to warm up properly.


“Ah… feels nice…”

Leaning against Alastor’s knees, lulled by the warm water, Lucifer nestled closer with a sweet voice.

“You’re being dramatic. It’s just a bath.”
“Come on… let me have my moment. You’re so cold, Alastor.”
“Am I? I’m kind enough to bring you here, aren’t I?”
“Heh, true…”

It was idle chatter.
But it felt better than anything.
So, they kept talking, enjoying the trivial exchange.
Lucifer suddenly gazed at Alastor.

“Hey… earlier, you responded to my words, didn’t you? …That made me so happy. Thank you, Alastor.”


“…!!”


Alastor’s breath caught, his heart sinking.

It was terrifying.

Lucifer’s unusually honest words sounded like a farewell to Alastor.

A man so broken couldn’t speak so candidly without intent.
It felt like he was letting go of his last regrets.

If Alastor accepted these words joyfully, it seemed Lucifer might slip away to somewhere far beyond reach.
Already toyed with by this man, the idea of him resolving things on his own and leaving Alastor behind was unbearable.

Desperate to shake off the dark thoughts, Alastor hugged Lucifer tightly.
The Morning Star he’d always admired was finally within reach, yet if he became a fleeting shooting star and vanished, Alastor wouldn’t be able to bear it.


“Lucifer… please, don’t thank me. …It was all my choice.”

“… …”

“Hey… you won’t leave me and go somewhere, will you…?”

“…I can’t promise. But you’ll try to keep that from happening, won’t you…?”



“… …”


What a cruel answer.


It was practically a rejection.


“Is that no good?”

“How can I argue when you say that… You’re so unfair, Lucifer.”

Clutching him tightly, Alastor let the words slip.

Even rejected, he couldn’t give up on Lucifer.



Do anything, please… don’t go anywhere.


But Alastor didn’t say it. Partly because he couldn’t be honest, but more so because…

It was just a hunch, but if he bared his soul and begged, it felt like Lucifer would truly break, and everything would end.




Alastor likely couldn’t handle Lucifer’s true desires.
If the brutal violence and destruction he’d inflicted on his duplicate—his craving for self-destruction—was what he truly wanted, Alastor would break first.

And if, because of Alastor’s actions, the one he loved slipped away again, Lucifer’s mind wouldn’t survive. Alastor was certain of it.
No one wanted such a tragic end—not Alastor, not Lucifer, and surely not his beloved daughter.

Alastor, a greedy man, wasn’t ready to end their relationship.
Even if he couldn’t fulfill Lucifer’s deepest wishes, he wanted to keep him close, to hold him within himself while he was still in his arms.


“You might find it repulsive… but I want to say )t… Just for today, let me tell you my feelings as much as I want…”

“…That’s fine, if it’s just that…”

He knew it was wrong, yet he indulged the broken man before him.
He could’ve pushed him away at any time.

“Lucifer, don’t fall asleep in the tub. …Carrying you to bed if you pass out would be a hassle.”

“Nn… Alright, alright… You’re so nagging, you know…”

“Not as much as you. I hold grudges, you know?”

“Ugh… I’ll be careful, so forgive me… Hey, Alastor…”

“Yes, yes, here…”


When Lucifer begged for a kiss, Alastor rained light kisses on his head.
Alastor resolved to carry the burdens Lucifer gave him alone, for a lifetime.
Partly, he didn’t want others to know Lucifer’s fragility, but more than that, he wanted to monopolize everything Lucifer offered.

Lucifer would never truly indulge Alastor. Any kindness was likely for his own gain.
Alastor would have to keep serving him, staying by the side of this fragile, precarious man. It was a thorny path of mutual desire and pain.



“Hey… what’ll we do tomorrow?”

“Hm… You make pancakes, right? If you can make something savory, I’d love to try it.”

“Ha… You make the most absurd requests… Pancakes are sweet, no matter how you make them…”

“I’m the one usually dragged around by you, so this is nothing. I’m only asking for flavor.”

“Then help out. No just watching from behind.”

“Of course. I’ll make sure you don’t burn them while distracted.”

“Ugh, come on…!!”




Worrying about a dark, inevitable future was pointless.

No matter how much Alastor fretted or resisted, tomorrow would come.

So, building small, joyful moments with the man before him was far more constructive and fulfilling.

If, when Lucifer finally let Alastor go, those memories piled up to deepen his regret, making him yearn and suffer for Alastor, then Alastor would stake his life to leave his mark on Lucifer’s existence.

For an eternal being like Lucifer, Alastor’s love might never be reciprocated in his lifetime.
His choice might be uniquely harsh and painful.

Yet, he had no choice but to struggle to make Lucifer turn to him.
Realizing he didn’t have to bear this love alone brought relief.

He understood he could give something to Lucifer.


After a long detour, Alastor was finally ready to truly love Lucifer. It was the moment he acknow,edged his feelings for him.

It didn’t matter if it wasn’t happy in the end, or if his body was torn apart.

If, in the distant future, Lucifer burned with the same longing Alastor felt now, Alastor would do anything.
If Lucifer felt the same, screaming for him, their hearts would connect.

Even if they parted in death, never to meet again, every time they felt that same longing, they could burn for each other.
In their own world, just the two of them, they could love endlessly.

Within Lucifer’s stubborn heart, Alastor could nestle close, forever a vivid, cherished memory—arrogant, wretched, yet beloved.


Could there be anything more joyful? Surely not.
If, even after he was gone, the man he loved remembered him forever, no amount of pain would matter.


Leaving a mark on someone’s life means just that.
Life is once, even in Hell. Even if he couldn’t be with his beloved forever, he could live vividly to be remembered, never forgotten.
That, surely, could be called love.

He’d never regret loving Lucifer.

Alastor was honored to be chosen as his partner.

And… in the end, his inability to ignore or abandon this man meant he’d already lost.
He didn’t understand romantic games, but surely, that was it.





“We should get out soon… or we’ll overheat.”



“…Just a bit longer… let me stay like this…”



“… …”


In the bath, just the two of them, leaning against each other felt surprisingly comfortable.


For now… this was enough.






He wanted to stay by the side of the one he loved, forever.



Alastor decided to wish for this moment to last.