The Beauty and the Beast
Chapter 160
Episode 51: Beauty and the Beast
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I, the White One, was deep in thought.
Mol-kang mol-kang.
My pondering circled around the pressing question: what should I do with this woman who was pressing her soft, squishy body against me?
“…How’s that? Isn’t it great? You’re probably loving this, right? You males are all the same—guys like this, don’t they? Isn’t that right?”
Nialli whispered these cutting words into my ear. There isn’t a s*xual kink in the world that enjoys being insulted while aroused, but getting berated by a picture-perfect beauty like Nialli had its own strange allure.
‘She smells good, too.’
Despite her infamous nickname as the “rat in the wall” or “plague rat,” Nialli carried a refreshing scent, like strawberries. It wasn’t perfume—she was a beast after all—so it had to be her natural body odor.
This situation would have been the stuff of legends if I were still human in my past life. My existence was glowing with a rose-tinted hue. But then…
‘Why isn’t it working?’
I glanced at my lower half, unmoving and utterly indifferent, and confusion set in.
‘Was I overworked earlier?’
The only plausible explanation was that my earlier wrestling with Azidahaka, the Fire Dragon, had drained me—so much so that my knees had trembled with the force of the struggle.
‘Still, she’s really trying hard.’
There was something comedic in watching Nialli, the malevolent mythical creature, licking me like I was a candy treat.
Azidahaka, the Fire Dragon, watched this display and screeched, coughing up bl**d in his rage.
“Haha… keep screaming like that.”
Everytime Azidahaka reacted, a sly smirk played on Nialli’s lips. Was she tormenting him on purpose?
‘At least this is a rare moment where Nialli isn’t actively hostile toward me. I should use this time to think of a strategy.’
I gradually recovered the strength and breath I had lost in my battle with Gyuki, the Demon King.
“Who would have guessed such cute fur would hide such well-toned muscles beneath it. Look at those thighs!”
Gyrrrrr.
Nialli giggled lewdly as her delicate fingertips massaged me like a world-class pianist, pressing each point with precise intensity. It was almost as if I had become her instrument.
And of course, she didn’t miss an opportunity to whisper seductive words into my ear.
“Come with me. I can do this for you every day. I can offer you things beyond Azidahaka’s wildest dreams. I can fulfill every desire of yours.”
—Certainly, Azidahaka doesn’t have this kind of finesse, no matter how tough she is.
“Phew… sorry, Azidahaka. Seems like the white-furred beast you like so much prefers my side.”
“Wha-What?!”
Azidahaka exploded in outrage, her attempts to stand causing her to slump back and writhe in agony. It was obvious her condition was worsening due to the poison that had already seeped into her knees.
“Crk…ugh!!”
“Look at that vulgar coughing. No womanly charm whatsoever. So, how about it? Are you warming up to me now?”
—I’d rather d*e.
Nialli’s charm might be magnetic, but the last thing I want is to fall for her traps. Any man who gets too close to her ends up crushed, as I just witnessed.
‘She’s not the real Nialli. This is just a holographic illusion made out of dark mist. No matter how many times I knock it down, it’ll keep reviving like it did when Azidahaka tried attacking with fire.’
So this means, to truly defeat her, I need to destroy her actual core—the monstrous lump emitting pinkish poison, roughly the size of a human, with tendrils sticking into the walls like roots.
“Why? Why isn’t there any reaction? Are you high maintenance? Or do you prefer humans?”
As I mulled this over, Nialli grew visibly frustrated, growling under her breath.
—High maintenance, seriously? If anything, your technique is lackluster compared to Azidahaka.
“Ha! That’s impossible! I can’t possibly be worse than some rock-hard lump like Azidahaka, right?”
“Rock-hard… lump… Too much…”
From somewhere in the shadows, a weakened Azidahka groaned through the thick toxic cloud.
“What? What’s so great about her!?”
Nialli grabbed my shoulders with vice-like strength, shaking me violently.
—There’s no soul in what you’re doing. The physical stimulation might be good, but there’s no emotional connection. Honestly, it’s more like someone using a tool—like a v*brator. You’re wasting time with meaningless foreplay when the real goal is right here. Take hold of me like this…
I grabbed her hands, guiding them toward my… problem area. In response, Nialli’s hair stood on end and she violently shoved me away.
“Don’t you dare touch me! I’m dirty! I’m so dirty!”
She furiously shook off her hands as if she’d touched a filthy bug.
‘Look at that.’
For the first time, her composed demeanor cracked, and something inside me sparked.
—She’s a fraud. No matter how casually she speaks, her body betrays her fear of men. Despite pretending to be a seductress, she’s terrified.
A twisted smirk formed on my lips as I edged closer to her.
“What are you planning now?”
—Didn’t you want to see this?
In one swift motion, I lifted my hind leg, pinned her shoulders, and vanished into the swirling mist. The noxious fumes tickled my nose like mint.
“Let go of me! What are you doing?! Do you want to d*e!?”
—Don’t you like it when you touch others? But it seems you dislike being touched yourself? You promised to do anything for me. Were you lying?
“P-punishment…”
A sudden look of panic crossed Nialli’s face. “Punishment” seemed to be the switch that turned her composure into complete chaos. Every limb shook violently under a silent tension.
—I see. This must be the key to breaking her. Excellent.
“So, prepare yourself for your punishment.”
“Stay… back! You nasty insect!”
A dark gas erupted from Nialli’s body, stinging my throat slightly. It felt about as strong as a soda’s fizz, so I quickly adjusted.
“How’s that? Can’t breathe, can you? Now, d*e a slow d*ath while drowning in my poison. I would’ve used you alive, but what choice do I have?”
—Shut up. Be quiet.
I struck her head with my front paw. Tears streamed down her face as she shrieked in disbelief.
“P-poison not working? Why!? That’s impossible!”
More oppressive fumes spilled out, affecting even Azidahaka, curled up somewhere in the shadows. She was coughing up a storm, writhing as if afflicted with the worst flu.
—Stop spreading your germs. You’re disturbing others. Naughty girl.
“My poison doesn’t work on mythical creatures? This makes no sense! This must be rigged!”
—But it’s happening right now. Too bad, huh? Poison doesn’t affect me at all.
The legendary resistance to disease and toxins was one of the many perks I enjoyed as a magical beast. Thanks to this durable body, I’d escaped countless dangers so far.
“All-out offense won’t work, either. Stop it!”
Clang. Thud. Thud.
Nialli threw wild punches at me. While not exactly strong, they were powerful enough to take down an ordinary animal.
Still, I grinned and bore it.
—Without your fancy tricks, you’re just weaklings. Are you a true mythical being, or am I stronger now?
“Sh-shut up! Stop laughing! How… how did I even get this far?! It’s a lie! It’s all lies! Just go away!”
She swung her palms wildly, but those efforts felt more like annoying mosquito bites rather than anything effective.
‘Weak physical stats, eh? That’s why they rely so much on poison.’
“Move aside!”
Bang! Paf. Paf.
Nialli’s punches landed on my face. They hurt a little, but not enough to stop me from smirking.
—Without your powers, you’re just an ordinary weakling. You’re supposed to be a true mythical being, aren’t you?
“St-stop laughing! Stop it!”
—Alright. Stop screaming already. Take this.
I shoved my tail into her mouth, stuffing it so deep she gagged.
“Uruuurgk!”
She struggled to chew and spit it out, but my strength was overwhelming.
—This is your punishment, Nialli. All your fault.
Punch.
“Cf-ffuh!?”
My front paw connected with her stomach, knocking the wind out of her. She thrashed around, her movements growing weaker, but I didn’t let her escape.
—We’re just getting started.
I don’t go easy on women, unlike someone like King Gyuki. I don’t treat them any differently because I believe both genders possess equal strength and potential.
Because coddling anyone based on gender is weakness. And weakness doesn’t deserve pity.
—I strive to correct the imbalance. When someone makes a mistake, everyone gets the same punishment, regardless of gender. You seductress! This is for my friend!
Punch!
“Ugh!”
—This is for the Black Bull King!
Punch!
“Kuhh…!”
—And this is again for my friend! He’s been tricked by you many times!
Punch! Punch!
The weight of every man’s grudge landed hard on Nialli’s pristine white belly. Even watching it, my sympathy ached for how bruised her abdomen must be.
“Kh-KHRAH… Stop…”
Nialli shivered and spat bl**d. I grabbed her hair with my paw, holding her face close as I unsheathed my claws.
—Your fancy ability, “Incarnation,” won’t save you here, will it? I’ve heard from Adam what your powers can do. But when someone’s physically pinned like this, you can’t transfer your body out of harm’s way, right?
“k*ll…me…”
—No. Killing you would just let you escape to some other form. Instead, I’ll torment you exactly how you tormented the others in this tower. Thanks to you, they’ve suffered immensely.
I slammed her head into the ground.
Despite the mythical creature’s durability, her bones looked like they might crack. But Nialli merely bled from her nose and mouth, maintaining her perfect figure.
“Guh… Kuh…”
Nialli spat out bl**d and foam, taking erratic gasps of breath.
“Sorry…!”
—And here you are, apologizing now. Do you even understand what you’ve done? Or are you just apologizing out of desperation?
“Stop… please! I’ll… follow orders… I won’t roam at night anymore… Don’t like caves… Someone save me… No, k*ll me…”
Her words slurred together incoherently. Her black eyes glazed over, staring off into space. It seemed the continuous punishment had shattered her rationality.
—What a shame. After causing so much chaos, you crumble this easily.
Adrenaline pumped through my veins. Beating up someone helpless brought out an almost euphoric excitement in me, far surpassing any normal battle.
Thump. Thump.
My heartbeat synchronized with hers, her pulsating heart growing louder and louder, thumping wildly.
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End.
