Chapter 43: Your mother’s lips

Michael’s body was still completely bare, left just as it had been; he hadn’t had the slightest chance to put on any clothes, nor could he possibly manage to dress himself in such a state. With the deep, gnawing pain eating away at his flesh and a paralyzing exhaustion running through every fiber of his being, he wanted nothing more than to collapse and sleep on that velvet carpet—soft as a cloud—instead of pressing his face against the cold wall.

However, the surroundings were engulfed in absolute chaos. He couldn’t find a single clear spot free of shattered wood splinters.

He attempted to activate his Gender Swap skill to turn into a girl, hoping to escape by shrinking his frame. But Elliot had calculated this scenario with terrifying precision, leaving the demonic soul without a single avenue of retreat—tightening the ropes firmly and sealing off every possible exit.

Michael began to roll, attempting to pull himself away with what little strength he had left. It was then he realized the ropes binding his body were tethered to one of the heavy iron padlocks salvaged from the open gift boxes.

Ultimately, with no way out, he was forced to prop his exhausted body against the wall, surrendering to the inevitable wait for the servants to arrive.

Michael slowly closed his eyes, sinking into a deep, heavy slumber, oblivious to the passage of hours.

Four full hours passed...

By then, the sun had climbed high into the sky, ushering in a new day for the couple in this world.

THUD!

The massive suite gates swung open as the cleaning staff entered.

The moment their eyes fell upon the scene, they froze in their tracks.

There was only one word to describe it:

Absolute chaos.

The destruction stretched to the farthest corners and narrowest nooks, while the two bodies remained fast asleep.

What truly captured the servants’ astonishment and ignited their wild imaginations was the sight of Michael: bound in restraints and heavy ropes, completely stark naked.

One servant shook his head, whispering:

"Oh... looks like things got exceptionally wild last night!"

The rest of the staff nodded knowingly, some of them looking faintly embarrassed. Another added:

"Word has it that even though the suite is fully soundproofed, faint screams and desperate pleas could be heard late into the night... Seems it went far beyond just being ’wild’!"

Just then, someone noticed the visible bruises and lacerations covering both sleepers—as if the room had hosted a brutal war zone rather than a passionate night.

A servant scoffed with mock disapproval:

"I don’t particularly favor such extreme rough play... Isn’t that level of excessive violence supposed to come much later in a relationship?"

The others shrugged indifferently and resumed inspecting the room.

They found the shattered table, fruit scattered everywhere, a discarded knife on the floor... and even drapes ripped down onto the carpet. They genuinely began to ponder what on earth had transpired here.

After staring at the scene for a moment, one servant nodded appreciatively, as if reaching a brilliant stroke of insight:

"Classic table destruction under sustained pressure... We ought to provide them with an iron table next time!"

With that, the staff initiated a thorough cleaning process using magic.

Within minutes, the chaos vanished. The suite was cleansed, and the furniture was restored to its original place as though nothing had ever happened.

Assessing Michael’s miserable state, they decided to untie his ropes and crack open the heavy iron padlocks.

Overwhelmed by utter exhaustion, Michael didn’t wake up or offer any resistance.

Together, they lifted him and placed his body onto the luxurious bed right beside the sleeping Elliot.

Once satisfied that everything was restored to order, they quietly departed the suite.

Even as the heavy gates echoed shut behind them, neither of the two stirred.

They remained lost in a deep, unbroken sleep.

Meanwhile, in a completely different wing of the castle...

Inside an office that appeared ordinary at first glance—with wall-to-wall bookshelves, mounted taxidermy heads, and classical oil paintings...

The reality was far more twisted.

In fact, it was closer to a living nightmare.

Seated behind the lavish desk was a middle-aged demon, a plaque on his desk clearly indicating his position:

Head of Castle Administration.

He possessed dark skin, prominent curved horns, and a scowl etched across his face as he unlatched a wooden box before him.

Reaching inside, he pulled out a bizarre object.

A pair of lips.

Plump, rosy lips, looking as if they had just been severed from a living face.

Stranger still, they were moving on their own—pouting and smacking in mid-air as if blowing consecutive kisses, opening and closing rhythmically.

The Administrator knit his brows in sheer fury.

"Damn it! What kind of cheap, defective product is this?!"

He raised his voice, shouting toward the door:

"Alaaaan! Get your worthless tail in here right now!"

The door burst open, and a demon clad in formal black attire named Alan walked in, looking puzzled by his superior’s sudden outburst.

"What seems to be the issue, Chief?"

The Administrator thrust the piece forward angrily.

"Didn’t you claim these lips you sold me from your mother were naturally this plump?!"

Alan looked at the hovering lips, then back at his boss.

"And what’s wrong with them?"

"Look at them! I paid double what I would’ve paid for Skobian lips from someone your mother’s age! I paid the extraction fees myself, and then paid for the enchantment to make them blow kisses like this... only to find out they’re artificially enhanced with fillers and injections!"

Alan didn’t look surprised in the slightest.

Instead, he replied with a dry, businesslike tone:

"Chief, that’s entirely on you! I advised you from the very beginning to buy her entire mouth, and you wouldn’t have regretted it for a second."

He flashed a confident, commercial grin.

"It would have been a complete, authentic experience!"

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Author’s Note:

Yes...

From here on out, we’ll begin exploring the broader landmarks of this world, exposing the sheer absurdity, filth, and superficiality of the world those miserable authors created.

If you thought what happened to our two protagonists so far was bad...

You haven’t seen anything yet!

Hang in there a little longer...