That’s a good thing, right?

“Hah!”

Little witchie exhaled deeply and let herself fall back on the bed. Magic vision now showed the tower of Dark Lord Ithere rumbling back down, proving that this wasn't just a dream.

“Someone’s happy”, I remarked. “Not sure why though.”

“Are you daft?”, the brat laughed. “Our biggest headache just got eliminated! That is worth at least some celebration in my book. I admit, it is somewhat disappointing that this tournament won’t end with my champion valiantly vanquishing a Dark Lord. But I suppose I will have to be contend with him merely winning the tournament.”

“Right.” I got up and moved to the bar to pour me a strong drink. “Let me get shitfaced to celebrate the occasion.”

“Whats your deal with Minerva?”

Ugh.

I stopped at the bar. “Nothing. Just don’t like the cunt.”

I could feel her eyes staring at my back.

“You always call her that. Sounds like you have a bit of a history.”

“Sure have. We are both veterans”, I said while focusing intensely on the process of wine flowing from a bottle to a glass. “I think the cunt kicked me out of the tournament three years ago?”

Beatrice made a weird sound but remained silent otherwise. Good. I fucking hate talking about my past.

“Hey, Cassandra. Can I ask you something else?”

Not only do I get addressed by name but also by my full name. Little brat wants something. “What now?”, I asked while taking a preemptive deep gulp from my glass.

“Why did you do it?”

…

“Do what?”

“Betray your friends.”

I took another gulp. Then another. “Who the fuck told you? Your devil?”

“The maid actually. The boy one”, Beatrice explained. “You know, the one that lost to Sylphid. In preparation of Operation Handsome Princess I grilled him for information and that came up.”

Hope he doesn’t like his dick too much, because I rip it off the next time I encounter the little shit. I poured another glass and handed it to Beatrice. “This isn't really about me, is it?”

Beatrice looked away.“Yes, it is. I'm just curious.”

“You are a shitty liar.”

“So are you”, Beatrice started chugging her drink. Good thing too. Her hands where trembling.

Oh, fuck me.

Beatrice was staring at her glass. “Every time he comes back from the void he looks more and more awful. I...I know the training would be tough. But Femto...she promised. I...I just…what if I’m wrong? What if she...”

I finished my drink. Then poured me another one. “That’s not like you. I mean...Look, the plan’s batshit crazy but it’s not like we are having a choice. And I spend some time with that bitch devil of yours as well, you know? She tries to talk a big game but when it comes to execution...uh, well...she’s kinda…” Where am I even going with this? “What I’m trying to say, sometimes you just have to roll the dice. I don’t think Femto’s gonna screw over Daddy too much...I guess? There is something between them that... ah fuck it, I’m not good at this shit, go cry to someone else.” I walked towards the door.

Beatrice responded by taking a deep breath. “You haven’t answered my question.”

I shrugged. “I betrayed them because I valued something higher then our friendship. I don't think there is ever another reason for it.”

…

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36:59 (Day happy rabbit rice)

Magic from the left.

Magic from the middle.

Physical from the right.

The last one got me and I fell down down down to the ground. Ouchie! But I was not down. No No No, Femto doesn’t stop when I am done, so I can’t never been done. Ouchie gone I jumped back on my feet in the black void of darkness. Wheeeee!

“Good Job. And congrats, we’re done.”

Done? Gone? One? “What? What? What?” Done? There is no done down here. No No. Not!

“You heard me. Training camp is over. Pack your bags.”

I laughed and pleaded with the devil because I do not want to go. No absolutely not. I like it here, yes, yes, yes. It is nice and cozy in the darkness. It’s were Rice is. I like Rice.

Femto little cared she. “Nah, not gonna happen. We are already cutting it extremely close. You need that last hour to get re-acclimated.”

I howled and protested. Loudly.

“Enough”, Femto let out frustration and I found my body engulfed with tentacly stuff. This happened many times before and by now I kinda like it hehehehe. “It’s not even fun when you are this insane.”

“Insane? No, no I’m sane, sane! Everyone else is topsy turvy turrican!”

“Relax, we have one final session ahead of us and I will make sure you step out of the void as refreshed and not brain damaged as possible.”

I gasped tentacles wrapped its mouth oh around my dirk and started sucking like a vaccum. B-But wait hold on. Something isn't right. This is...nice? It shouldn’t be ice and furry. No No No

“Sheesh, you are so fidgeting.” chortle. “Just calm down and enjoy it, Mari.”

“E-Easy gone easy cometo speak.” Relax was impossible. Because when you relax the Power Gorilla come out to play. No way, no way. Leg leg. My Brother’s leg. Ice Nice Rice. Oh. “You...you...what?”

I had a thought. An extremely important thought.

But a strange mist engulfed my body.

And then it was gone. All the anxiety and nervousness just melted away.

And I didn’t care anymore.

“Feeling better?”

When my mind was once again capable of perceiving things I found myself embraced by Femto. I let out a long sigh as my body shivered from the gentle caresses. “What did you…?”

“Oh that?”, She laughed. “That is just one of my many perks, good Sir! You see, in here your soul is a bit like a pizza without toppings. I can put on it whatever I want. Even Pineapple.” Femto let out a shudder.

“I see.” Despite the horrifying implications, I was resoundingly calm. As if I could just accept whatever Femto would do to me. I wonder if that was how the safety orders feel on the girls. The sensation was bizarre to say the least. “What about the ****?”

“What about it? I’d say I got you pretty good. Even managed to make you go madder then a hatter. Quite frankly, I’m pretty satisfied. We’re even now, honey.”

There was still a portion of my mind that was wary. But it was very weak, especially since it competed against the pleasant feeling coming from my dick.

It wasn’t her pussy that did this to me. Even in this complete darkness I could tell. This was a tentacle.

Femto’s tentacle, that brought me so much anguish in the past was gently sucking me.

“Besides, Sir, I poured quite a bit of effort into you” Femto explained further. “It kinda feels I have my own investment in that next battle now. And I hate investments that don't pay off.”

It made sense, I thought. Or perhaps this too was merely a thought Femto imprinted on me. But even so, I felt there was a piece still missing. “Do you regret what you did? Is this your way of apology?”

Femto laughed in my face. “Oh, Sir! I think if you can still joke around like that I was…”

“I’m talking about Beatrice.”

And immediately Femto groaned. “Sir, you are currently in the process of getting your dick sucked by a very professional, ruthless devil. Are you positive this is the right time to talk about another girl?”

“Perhaps”, I replied. I should just enjoy this. Femto means me no ill will.

“I don't regret it”, Femto nonetheless replied. “I resolved myself of taking her soul, remember? This is way less then I originally aimed for.”

“I see…”

“Well, I regret that Bea still wants to be friends with me. The fact that she doesn’t hate me is a bit annoying.”

“This might be because of the safety orders”, I argued. “It may be hypocritical coming from me but I don't think what you did can be forgiven.”

Femto merely laughed. “Your input is deeply appreciated, Sir. But this is between Bea and me so will the little sissy princess kindly shut up?”

I found a tentacle stuffed into my mouth. Great.

Rather worrisome even that didn't feel entirely unpleasant. As I was suckling on the tentacle I felt my mind slowly getting hazier and hazier. As if I was drifting into a pleasant dream.

I barely registered my orgasm.