Chapter 9: The Masochistic Demon Lord and a Fated Encounter

Ellis furiously stomped on Mitchell, but this only made his cries more fervent.

“Oh, oh, oh! What magnificent trampling, ahhh! I was wrong, my lady, but please, torment me further!”

Ellis was certain she was using all her strength, yet it was truly worthy of being a weapon possessed by a demon lord; its hardness was absolutely guaranteed.

Though she couldn’t inflict any substantial damage, she still felt a surge of exhilaration, kicking relentlessly.

“Ellis, calm down, calm down. There’s no need to stoop to the level of a pervert.”

Larry walked over and wrapped his arms around Ellis’s waist. He had only intended to break up the fight, but… the sensation was incredibly wonderful!

Larry felt as if he were embracing a warm, elastic cloud of cotton. Holding Ellis so closely, a wave of her fragrance invaded his senses, making his head spin slightly, a dizzying intoxication.

Ellis, however, remained oblivious to the subtle shift in her good friend’s mindset behind her, still kicking her legs, intent on inflicting more violence upon the Prime Staff.

It took a while for Ellis to regain her composure. The events of the day had been quite stimulating: first, her teammate’s ‘traitor-level’ actions, then encountering the ‘True Man’ bandit group, and finally, meeting the ultimate masochistic Demon Great Lord Mitchell. It felt as if her brain’s circuit breaker had blown.

“Whew~”

After cooling down her mind, Ellis suddenly felt a peculiar sensation. She wondered if it was the weather, but Larry’s chest, pressed against her back, felt exceptionally hot, and his scorching breath made her feel utterly unnatural.

Unable to help herself, she raised her voice and roared, “Have you hugged enough? How long do you plan to hold me?!”

“Enough, I’ve hugged enough.”

Though his words were insincere, Larry reluctantly pulled away from Ellis.

Then, with an inexplicable surge of anger, Ellis glared fiercely at Mitchell and demanded, “So you were conquered by that sadistic young lady? Became her s*ave, and even willingly sacrificed yourself to be used as her Prime Staff?”

“Oh, oh, oh! What a wonderful ending!” Mitchell’s voice trembled with excitement. “This was what I had always dreamed of, but alas, my experience was rather limited back then. I didn’t follow the clever young lady’s instructions. Foolishly, for the sake of a little ‘dignity,’ I forcibly suppressed my inner urges, locking that adorable canary away, feeding her delicious food and drink, keeping her securely by my side, and listening to her melodious curses every day. Oh, I swear on my name, though it was only a few short decades, that was the happiest time of my life.”

Ellis:

She whispered to Larry beside her, “This guy is beyond saving; he’s completely masochistic.”

Larry, deeply empathetic, replied, “I feel the same way. Though, he really does look like he’s having a blast.”

Hearing Larry’s words, Ellis couldn’t help but shiver, subtly moving a few centimeters away from him.

Larry: “…I was merely describing an objective fact. What do you mean by that?!”

Ellis forced a smile. “Nothing, I just suddenly felt that distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Fondness, my foot! You’re clearly despising me! Get over here!”

Larry tried to forcibly pull Ellis back to his side, but the agile Ellis managed to dodge him.

“You little scamp! I can still catch you!”

Larry chased after Ellis. Even with several buffs applied, Ellis was caught by Larry and tackled to the ground.

“Am I the masochist? Tell me, is it me or you?”

Larry playfully rubbed Ellis’s face.

“It’s me, it’s me! Now get up!”

What started as normal roughhousing, however, brought Ellis an unfamiliar thrill. As Larry pinned her down, their struggles caused her soft chest to inevitably brush against him.

Though Ellis had changed into women’s clothes for comfort, she hadn’t worn a women’s bra! Her chest was unsupported!

Larry was no block of wood; he naturally felt the indescribably wonderful sensation, even through a layer of clothing.

“My apologies, I’m getting up.”

After Larry stood up, Ellis immediately rose as well.

Neither Larry nor Ellis had ever encountered such a situation before, and the sudden development left them in an awkward silence.

“Oh, oh, oh, wonderful! I thought, Master, that you were going to engage in mating activities with this ugly man. If so, my cherished memories of the beautiful past would be interrupted. Now, let us continue.”

Mitchell suddenly spoke, breaking the awkward atmosphere. While his words were still utterly provocative, Ellis was grateful for his timely intervention.

However…

“Who’s going to engage in mating activities?! You trashy lord!”

Ellis stomped the Prime Staff onto the ground, then grabbed both ends and twisted it forcefully.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow! Double the pain is truly exhilarating!”

After venting her frustration, Ellis casually tossed the staff away and demanded, “Quickly tell us how you became the Prime Staff!”

Ellis stood with her hands on her hips, pointing at the Prime Staff.

“As you command!” Mitchell began, his voice once again filled with emotion. “After decades of such wonderful days, I watched with my own eyes as the beautiful and captivating maiden transformed into a white-haired old woman. The only thing that remained unchanged was her stubborn and resolute personality.”

Larry seized the opportunity to interject, diffusing the awkwardness between him and Ellis. “You, a dignified Demon Lord, couldn’t keep someone eternally youthful?”

“Ugly man, be silent.” Mitchell’s mood visibly dampened. “Of course, I possessed that ability; I could have easily granted her immortality. But that beautiful woman would rather die than comply. She commanded me never to alter her in any way. I couldn’t refuse her orders, so I could only watch heartbroken as she passed away. Her eyes at the moment of death held a profound sense of relief, a relief I couldn’t even comprehend. From then on, I could no longer endure such a dull life. I abandoned everything to forge this Prime Staff, imprisoning my soul within it, hoping to encounter another soul that would find me interesting! Alas, interesting souls are one in ten thousand. Everyone who has used me has been some idiotic fool, and some ******* even hoped to release me from the Prime Staff.”

Mitchell cursed, “Goddamnit! If I wanted out, would I need those dimwitted imbeciles, who have less intelligence than a magic worker ant, to rescue me? So, I used maximum power to drain their marrow dry, to replace my users faster. But after thousands of years, I still found nothing.”

“However, thankfully, the God of the Demon Realm blessed me! Just as I was about to lose hope, I encountered you, Master!”

Mitchell excitedly tried to cling to her, but Ellis sealed him away in a barrier halfway there.

“Hypocritical and artificial.”

Ellis looked at Mitchell, the Prime Staff, with disdain. “You’re only showing yourself now. I obtained you two years ago.”

“I couldn’t help it, Master. Your personality back then was… sufficient, cunning and domineering, but your appearance unfortunately didn’t meet my standards. However!”

Mitchell’s tone abruptly shifted, and he spoke with excitement, “Now, Master, your appearance, your figure, your personality—without exception, they all completely and utterly meet my standards! No, they hit my excitement points perfectly! You’re even more to my taste than my previous master. Look at this purple hair, more beautiful than moonlight, and those star-like pupils, more enchanting than fresh blood—this is absolutely perfect for me! You are the fated master I have been desperately searching for!”

Ellis’s mind became active. “Does that mean I won’t have to pay such a high price to use you in the future?”

“No.”

“Then what use are you?!”

Ellis unleashed a War Stomp on Mitchell, who let out a masochistic groan.

After enduring the abuse, Mitchell said, “At most, I can only minimize the life force drain you experience, and it won’t increase over time. One of the reasons for this life force drain is that this is a demonic artifact, a high-level weapon designed for the demon race. Anyone outside the demon race who uses it will have their life force eroded by the demonic power within.”

“So it’s a race-bound weapon, wait a minute.” Ellis, who had been quite depressed, suddenly brightened up and asked, “Since you are a Demon Great Lord, you must have a way to restore me to my original appearance, right?”

“Uh, there is a way.”

Ellis’s hope blazed. “Then tell me quickly!”

Mitchell stated bluntly, “I refuse!”

Ellis’s smile stiffened as she asked, “Why?”

Mitchell replied matter-of-factly, “Because I don’t want to lose such a perfect master.”

Ellis said gently, “Be good, I’ll find you an even more perfect one later.”

Mitchell replied, completely unconvinced, “From what I know of you, Master, you would absolutely discard me immediately after I helped you return to your original form.”