One Silver Coin For a Pound of Demon

Chapter 8

Draft
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After that day, you started to fuck 177 every day.

Only once a day, adding cleaning and sleeping it took less than an hour every night and did not cause much impact. It entered your new schedule and it was quickly solved.

At a specific time every night, you fix 177 to its position in the bathroom and fuck it with the help of the stone pestle and medicated oil. The devil's resilience is indeed very good, it's tight every day and won't budge until it's opened up. 177 has become more cooperative. Later, whenever you walk into the bathroom at the hour, it'll get up by itself from the bathtub and lie down on the floor.

It no longer unexplainedly laughs at you or speaks.

You removed the plastic sheeting and found that this precautionary measure was a bit redundant. You won't get bloodstains everywhere, except for a little sweat, the floor of the bathroom is almost clean as before after drying. Just a little flush- you'll ejaculate in 177's body and it only needs to clean itself. Your finger hooks inside its intestines, scraping out the oil and semen. It kneels in the bathtub in the same posture as before and lets you wash it off.

It makes no sound, dull like a bottomless pit, there would be no sound no matter what you throw in. You vaguely ponder whether this is some kind of resistance, but in fact, this demon has been quite cooperative and doesn't require your attention.

177 is too worry-free, it's not so much a creature, but something else. Sometimes you'll get a strange feeling. The oiling beforehand, cleaning afterwards, and regular activation seems to be a ritual no different from using an appliance. It's just that you didn't actually buy it because you needed it at the beginning, and you won't use it meaningfully anyway.

You just fuck its intestines and hold its waist. To keep those warm and flexible parts, you only need the torso and head. It could survive with no hands and feet, no eyes, nose, ears, penis, and testicles; that's useless for you. It can eat human food. An infusion may be possible. You can get some life-saving equipment in the hospital. Teeth and tongue aren't a necessity.

You disassemble it in your mind, it's like dismantling a set of building blocks. You won't really do this, because there's no reason to do so. Even if it's a devil, amputated limbs can't grow back. These actions are irreversible, so you should tread carefully.

You think 177 is very...

You like its back, maybe because you spend dozens of minutes every day staring at the firm and slightly undulating back. 177 doesn't make a sound. It doesn't respond. Its back muscles tightening is all the response you will get. You stare at it like you are staring at a fish swimming in a fish tank. Anything is more interesting when it moves than when it doesn't. If you do it harder, 177's inside will shrink for a while. Whenever you do this, you always feel like a street urchin throwing rocks at small animals. You don't want to hurt them, you just want to watch them move.

It looks so good.

You quickly extinguished the thought. Demons are ugly, they are not good-looking. "Good-looking" cannot be used on a broken, masculine, strong hybrid demon, not even "beautiful" or "handsome". 177's appearance isn't gentle, it is aggressive. It always looks upset and attacks fiercely, like a predator; a leopard.

You secretly admire this kind of vigorousness, 177 seems to always know what it's going to do, even when looking for death.

It's a pity that this vitality seems to be gradually fading.

Your bathroom's heavily enclosed, there are no loopholes to take advantage of. 177's attempts to escape have become more and more seldom. The weather was getting colder, it was almost Christmas. It didn't try to escape for a whole week.

If a stray animal gives up on running away, that means that it has been tamed. Even if you open the door, it won't run out or will come back after running out. But 177 doesn't look like it's been tamed, it seems to be plainly tired.

You install a pinhole camera inside the bathroom, it records 177 daily activities. You spend a few minutes every day fast-forward it to finish watching. At first, it will try to escape through various ways: knocking on every brick in the bathroom, picking up chains and windows with all kinds of things it could find, and then being knocked to the ground by your prayers. It even exercises every day, moving its body within its limited range of activities. Now, 177 lays in the bathtub all day, except for eating and excreting, it doesn't move at all.

Once you finished fucking it and stood up, it didn't get up immediately. 177 laid on his stomach like this, seemingly unaware that you've left. You squat down to look at it, almost thinking that it was asleep.

It wasn't asleep, it's red eyes are open, looking at the bathroom tiles in a daze. You don't see the beauty of the tile, but it's not necessarily looking at the tile. Those eyes are just slightly open as if it had been forgotten they should be closed. 177 looked at the void absent-mindedly, when you fuck it, it seemed to have nowhere to go.

A: You think this is because the weather is getting colder- proceed to the next level

B: You think this is because it's too boring- proceed to the next level

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