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POV Asia
I can't quite remember how much time has passed since then. I think it's been about two or three years since I became Diodora's peerage. By that time, I had gradually fallen further than when I first started. Firstly, in rating games, there were many games where I had no opportunity to be active at all. In battle-focused games, I had some useful moments. However, since the rules of the game generally stipulated that only one Phoenix Tear could be used per person, my opportunities to be active were quite limited from the beginning.
And Diodora's policy was to exchange pieces under the guise of interacting with other teams, but among Diodora's peerage, this was rumored to be "discarding the useless," and since the whereabouts of those exchanged were unknown, everyone became quite suspicious. Amidst such rumors, I was the only one who remained by Diodora's side, and because of this, I gradually started being bullied. Meals were neglected, I was overtly ignored... These were small things, but as time passed, this trend intensified. However, I felt that this itself was also my responsibility, so I was able to accept it calmly. What I was concerned about was something else.
I had always offered prayers to the Lord. However, during my life so far, being found by exorcists and being constantly bullied made me wonder, "Is the Lord truly fair to everyone?" And, in inverse proportion to this, I became increasingly infatuated with Diodora. The idea that "Diodora, who can be kind even to the enemy saint despite being a devil, is truly my rightful Lord" spread within me. That's why, to escape the reality of being bullied, my physical intimacy with Diodora increased. Perversely, as if drowning in pleasure and fleeing, I forgot everything and dedicated everything to Diodora, as if. Now, I've started obeying any command from Diodora.
"Mmm, haah...!"
"You're amazing, Asia... To swallow a rotor so completely, your body has become quite erotic, hasn't it...? Where is everything... Tell me, precisely...?"
"In my p*ssy... 10 of them... and in my ass... 13 of them...!"
My hands and feet were bound, and I was suspended from the ceiling. There were marks from the tortoise shell restraint ropes that Diodora had disciplined me with, marks from dripping candles, and whip marks. And from my mouth, only lewd words came out. In short, I was being kept as Diodora's familiar. What used to hurt me a little while ago had completely become a source of pleasure.
"...Still, Asia, you really haven't been doing anything lately... At this rate, we'll have to exchange you under the guise of a special training camp. It's someone with a bad reputation, but... it's okay, I trust them, so there's no problem, right?"
At his words, my pleasure-filled mind was instantly stained with terror.
"N-no! I-I don't want to, I don't want to be separated!!"
There are two reasons why I say this. One is that, as the words say, it would be painful to be separated from Diodora. The other is that the person Diodora exchanges with for "special training" is rumored to have a severe complex about women, and is known for treating women as tools to please men, rather than through games. When warned by Diodora about this exchange, it was an unspoken understanding among all the other peerage members and maids, including myself, that we had to emphasize "I don't want to be separated." This was because we understood that if we didn't, we would be sent away.
"...Then, you'll have to try harder in the games... or, please me more... do one or the other."
If I could easily try harder in games, I wouldn't have struggled from the beginning. However, it was precisely because I couldn't that things were this way, meaning it was tantamount to being told, "Serve Diodora Astaroth with your body."
"O-okay..."
And after this, I was once again trained by Diodora. According to Diodora, he was playing a game of "how much of a perverted body I could become to be useful in the game." On this day, I was trained to reach climax just by having a finger inserted into my buttocks... my anus. Apparently, starting tomorrow, he plans to train my urethra so that I'll climax every time I pee.
"I'll be gone for a while, so I'm counting on you to take care of the mansion. Well, I haven't heard anything about anyone coming while I'm gone, so you can just relax."
One day, Diodora said he had an important meeting and would be leaving the mansion for several days. During that time, he said that cleaning and meals would simply involve preparing what was assigned to each person and cleaning. This was apparently due to Diodora's policy that there was no point in preparing work when he wasn't there.
"...Then, I have to do what I need to do."
Thinking that, I returned to my room and decided to do what I usually do first. Meals and cleaning are obligations, so I skipped them and started thinking. Then, I wrote down what came to mind on paper and created a schedule. That way, it would be easy to understand, and I would also see what I needed to do next, so a schedule was important.
"...Without Diodora, my schedule is a mess..."
What was written on the schedule was "Morning service for Diodora," "Afternoon training from Diodora," and "Evening walk with Diodora," each assigned. However, I realized that since Diodora was not here, all those plans were gone. And I wondered when my life had become so dependent on others. The old me would have thought about escaping such a life and trying to live independently, but all I could do now was earnestly wish for "Diodora to come home soon." Come to think of it, even before I became a devil, I had always relied on the Lord to live. However, the Lord only gave me trials and never even offered proper salvation.
"...But Diodora..."
He helped me when I needed it and taught me pleasurable things. Not only that, but he also scolded me properly at times. I thought that even that training was for my own good, as Diodora had specifically taken the time to do it. So, what have I done for Diodora? When I thought about it, nothing came to mind.
"Then, what I should do is..."
What I could do for Diodora. I had already realized that I was useless in games, so there was only one thing left. It was narrowed down to just one thing: "to mold my body to Diodora's liking." If the objective was narrowed down, there was only one thing to do. To train my own body for that person. That was the only and absolute way I could repay Diodora now.
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"I'm ho...me...? What are you doing, Asia?"
"Welcome back! This? I asked the maids around and changed into clothes that Diodora would like!"
The day Diodora returned from the meeting. Diodora was bewildered by the sight of Asia, who was the first to greet him. Initially, he had imagined using this meeting to make her feel lonely in his absence, and then she would cry and hug him when he returned, a typical "I can't live without you!" scenario. However, in reality, Asia was wearing a naked apron, cat ears, an anal tail vibrator, a collar, and other toys.
"...Yes, I wasn't talking about your attire, was I? I'm asking why you're doing that..."
"Huh...? I did this for Diodora, you know? I thought it was a way to repay him..."
From Asia's words, Diodora vaguely understood. Asia was originally a deeply devout person, and her current object of worship had probably become himself. When it was God, she only prayed. But if she was now worshipping Diodora Astaroth, an individual who actually existed, then naturally there would be preferences. He guessed that this was Asia's current appearance. In fact, Diodora's prediction was correct. Asia Argento, the woman, had abandoned the God she had always worshipped as her Lord and began to worship Diodora Astaroth, a man who truly existed.
Diodora's original plan was to get serious from this point, but Asia Argento, as a believer, was more of a believer than he had expected, which was a pleasant surprise for Diodora.
"...Hey, what am I to you, Asia?"
"Huh? You're my Lord as a devil... my master... and the very goal of my life!"
Asia's confident expression was the most satisfying thing for Diodora at that moment. To an ordinary person, it would just look like a smile. However, for him, who had corrupted many saints, it was not just a smile, but "a smile akin to proof of subjugation." In other words, Diodora had corrupted the saint named Asia Argento faster than expected, perfectly, and to a deeper extent.
"So... that means you'll obey any command I give you, no matter what?"
"Yes! I've received a debt from Diodora that I can never repay... so I'll obey anything!"
Diodora had a satisfied expression at her words. At the same time, he was also filled with unease about whether she would truly obey anything he said. Therefore, he decided to give a command that was simple yet impossible to obey without true, heartfelt submission.
"Then... Asia Argento, clean my shoes... by licking them."
"Yes! Haah haah... peropero..."
At his command, Asia, without any question or discomfort, sat down as if prostrating herself with an expression of joy and began to lick Diodora's shoes. Diodora deeply felt that this was what it meant to be a slave: to calmly perform acts that easily discarded one's human rights. And at the same time, he felt as if the fervor he had had for corrupting Asia had completely drained away. Naturally, if you pour your passion into something you desire, what remains after you obtain it is close to a sense of emptiness. But Diodora had been repeating this cycle all along. He would meet a woman he desired, acquire her, gain satisfaction, and then move on to the next woman. The women were satisfied with this. After all, the most important thing in their lives would always be by their side, no matter what.
"Hehe, doing that, you're like neither a devil nor a saint... just like a dog, aren't you, Asia?"
"Hmph...? I'm Diodora's female doggy... rero rero..."
Asia replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world. A woman who discards her own human rights, descends to the level of a beast, and considers being violated by her master the ultimate joy. This was the condition of the woman Diodora needed. And Diodora finally felt that he had completely obtained Asia, who fulfilled that condition.
"That's enough, Asia. Let's go back to the mansion quickly. Today, everyone will eat dinner together happily."
"Phew... Yes!"
After that, Asia Argento, the former saint called a witch, was removed from the church's list of targets for extermination. This was because if they laid a hand on her now, devils would invade the church. However, no one other than Diodora questioned why Diodora was alive. Those whose memories were erased would never question it. A man who capriciously violates infinite dragons, capriciously revives the dead, and capriciously sells women. He was a being that such a man had capriciously revived. That was the true identity of Diodora Astaroth. Therefore, Diodora was able to obtain Asia. Therefore, he could not raise his head to the man who had revived him. However, that man had been told that he could violate Asia as he pleased on the condition that he show Diodora Asia's training diary and the training diaries of other women... Therefore, he was very happy now that his long-cherished wish had been granted. He was able to live happily ever after.