Lilith flashed a wicked grin, her little canine teeth showing. She looked extra sly, even stirring Gryette’s old interview trauma.

“I’m telling you, Miss Lasa—be sensible. Hand the classified intel back. You skip pointless pain. I get off early and sleep. Win–win.”

“Or better, nod and join our big Demonkind family. From then on, room, board, and full benefits. Why be so hostile—”

“…Keep dreaming.”

Gryette stared coldly at the two outside the cell, lips clenched. She enunciated each word, voice ringing:

“Even if you torture me to death in this hole, carve me into pieces, I won’t bow to your vile tyranny!”

“Looks like there’s no deal.”

Lilith spread her hands, then blinked and stood up.

“I figured if you just handed it over, we’d skip overtime. Pity. Why can’t you just obey—”

“…Don’t—don’t come closer!”

Gryette saw her step to the iron door, slowly picking through keys. Panic rose.

While choosing, Lilith spoke, slow:

“Miss Lasa, you know that intel matters to me, to the Great Demon King, even to the whole Darklord Citadel. Since you won’t talk, I’ll have to search you.”

With that, she pulled the gate open.

“Little Te, help me hold her.”

“Okay.”

A trace of jealousy and displeasure flickered in Alquett’s eyes, neatly buried deep.

Under Gryette’s furious, tearing gaze, the two grinning demons came in. Shackles and cuffs in hand, their nasty snickers echoing, they drove her into the corner.

“Don’t come near! Don’t touch me! Disgusting freaks… get out!”

Her curses burst like rapid gunfire. Lilith could hardly imagine how someone so noble and elegant had learned so many filthy words.

Through her cursing and struggling, Lilith cuffed and shackled her to the wall, arms and legs spread.

“Let me go! Let me—mmph—!!”

Her screams shifted into muffled whimpers. Lilith slid a familiar homemade ball gag under the veil and stuffed it in, blocking the stream of obscenities.

“Gugh… mm—mm!!”

With all four limbs pinned, panic and powerlessness made her thrash. Her face flushed. The youthful, noble body, bound tight by knots, took on a strangely suggestive pose.

Her tongue fought, ramming at the strange cloth wedged in her mouth. A tongue’s strength couldn’t push it out. In trying again and again, she tasted a hint of salt. A peculiar fragrance seeped from the cloth, flooding mouth and nose. The sharp scent speared her brain, leaving her a little dazed.

“All right, let me see…”

Ignoring her struggle, Lilith stood before her, touched her chin, thought for a moment, then reached for her pockets.

When the warm little hand slid into the pocket near her lower belly, Lilith felt her shudder hard. Her body twisted, doing everything to move her abdomen away from that palm.

“Hmm… where would you hide it~”

Lilith rummaged through her pockets, but found only trinkets, rings, baubles, a handkerchief—nothing else. In exploring, she could feel the temperature inside, separated from skin by a thin cloth, steadily rising.

“Mmm—mm—!”

“Hey, quit squirming. I’m just searching your pockets. I’m not going to do anything to you…”

As she complained, Lilith saw a rich mix of shame and murder flash in those sapphire eyes.

That look said she wanted to hack Lilith to pieces.

“Uwah—”

Lilith yanked her hand back, startled.

I’m only searching your body… does it have to be this serious?

Ding! Lasa (alias). Per Skynet AI intel, this person has severe gynophobia, marked by resistance to and disgust toward young women of similar age—especially hostility toward lesbians. She often posts anti-lesbian remarks. When teased about being one, she gets angry, denies it, and argues fiercely.

“Uh…”

Gyne—gynophobia?

Isn’t that a thing men get? Women can have it too?

Lilith almost thought she’d misheard. She checked the system prompt carefully, and confirmed it.

All right. Not just gynophobia… apparently she’s also severely homophobic?

“Hmm…”

Lilith looked again at the blonde girl, her gaze turning subtly odd.

“Feels like… you really hate being touched by me~”

Her eyes rolled. She flashed a sly smile and paced two half-circles around her.

“Right, right. I heard some female spies keep documents on their person. I wonder if Miss Lasa has that habit~”

Hearing that, Gryette’s eyes widened. After a blank beat, she shook her head hard, shaking it over and over.

“Mmm—mm—!”

“If we don’t search, how will we know? Right, Alquett-chan?”

“Mm… since Lilith says so… it does sound reasonable.”

“See? Told you~”

Lilith stepped close, laid a hand on her shoulder, then pressed down. Through soft fabric, she traced along her curves and smooth skin, feeling for any odd lumps under the clothes.

Alquett stood by in silence, on guard. She clearly saw that when Lilith’s hand touched the space between shoulder and neck, the blonde girl shuddered again. Her pupils snapped tight. Those jewel-blue eyes were packed with raw disgust and despair.

“Hmm… nothing tucked in the arms… maybe it’s in the chest?”

Slim, tender fingers turned slightly. From the ribs, they hooked inward toward the center. They skimmed the edge of those raised, full contours, then searched—through the top—possible sensitive spots where files might be hidden. With a teasing touch, her middle finger slid down into that secret snowy ravine, feeling around a few times.

“Mmm—mm—mm!!!”

Gryette gave her fiercest struggle and whimper yet. But the cuffs and shackles that pinned her made it all useless.