The Humiliation of Betelgeuse

(Miluno)

"I'll go and sound her out first."

"Then it's up to you. It would be even better if you could get her to talk before SpiCa arrives!"

Sirius was convinced by me, and stood with his hands on his hips at the top of the stairs without going upstairs.

Betelgeuse is the ultimate socially anxious person. I think the best way to communicate with her is to give her a computer and set up an online chat room.

From this perspective, she and Extinction might actually have something in common.

But since that's not the case right now, we have no choice but to force her to speak.

Betelgeuse's cell is located at the end of the second-floor corridor.

Because the prison has a small number of inmates, the other witches, Extinction, Anjie are all kept together on the first floor for easier management.

Only Betelgeuse was left in a special cell on the second floor.

Having mentally prepared myself, I pushed open the iron door of the cell, the hinges creaking loudly.

Just as Sirius said, Betelgeuse's cell door wasn't locked; she just refused to come out and play with the other children.

Why aren't the lights on?

Her cell had no windows; it was pitch black when the lights were off, with only the whirring of the exhaust fan blades and the quiet enough to hear her own footsteps.

I took the flashlight from the Star Crystal and searched for Betelgeuse while feeling for the light switch on the wall.

"Careful!"

The little thing suddenly spoke.

Next.

Whoosh--

Two sharp whistles grazed my ears and pierced the wall—it was a hidden arrow.

Using speed and instinct to dodge the sneak attack, I shone my flashlight in the direction the arrow came from. I saw a figure wrapped in white cloth darting past in a certain direction, but this low-level illusion couldn't fool me. I turned around abruptly and grabbed the person's soft neck.

"Betelgeuse, this kind of feint attack tactic is enough once or twice. Not many people will fall for it a third time, will they?"

She held the materialized dagger, attempting to assassinate me. As a professional assassin, she perfectly concealed her footsteps and presence, but I possess a special ability known as intuition.

I held her up like a chicken, and with my other hand I touched the light switch on the wall.

Click.

The lights finally came on in the cell.

"Oh?"

As expected of Legendary Witch, her treatment is on a completely different level from others. The furnishings here are quite extensive, reminiscent of the "Zodiacal" dormitory.

Then, I threw the person I was holding onto the bed.

She was still wearing a tank top and panties, so she hadn't changed her clothes at all after arriving here. Her long, light green hair in pigtails could easily remind people of a washed-up idol, but Betelgeuse's appearance was much more alluring.

She's clearly a hikikomori (social recluse), but she looks like a succubus.

"..."

She glared at me, then stopped resisting, but shrank back and remained silent.

I urged:

"Say something quickly, or I'll torture you."

"..."

She remained silent. I snorted coldly:

"You think I wouldn't dare? You're just a powerless witch... Oh, you're not even a witch now, you're the newly born Magical Girl Betelgeuse, unable to even hear the voice of the Great Will."

She was gritting her teeth, but quickly noticed my unusual behavior.

In front of her, I took out two pairs of handcuffs and a wolf-hair brush from the Star Crystal...

Don't ask me why I'm wearing these, and don't ask me where the handcuffs came from.

In short, to prevent her from pulling out any more weapons from the "Arsenal," I handcuffed her hands to the headboard and then grabbed her bare feet and locked them under my arms.

"... no!"

As if realizing what I was about to do, she finally spoke.

But having come this far, how could I possibly stop?

The slightly yellow wolf-hair brush began to circle on the soles of Betelgeuse's feet. Her long-term habit of staying indoors had left her feet without a single callus, perhaps even more delicate than my face. But because of this, she was also more sensitive than most people.

The Betelgeuse curled up like a shrimp, then suddenly straightened up, even their toes twitching incessantly. But because their hands were handcuffed and I completely suppressed their strength, they could only twist their upper bodies in futile resistance, their faces flushed red... but they managed to hold back and not break free of their power.

At this moment, she didn't even have the energy to glare at me; she could only grit her teeth and whine.

The little one sat on my shoulders, excitedly suggesting:

"Oh dear! She won't talk if you do it like that. The tip of the brush is too soft. Let me teach you. Use the handle of the brush to poke the sole of her foot."

I turned the brush handle around and poked Betelgeuse's sole.

Anyone who has had a foot massage knows that pressing on the arch of the foot can be very painful, even unbearable.

"Ah! Ah!"

Betelgeuse, which had Past even tickling, cried out this time.

"Huh? So you're not mute after all?"

"... You're humiliating me."

"Yes."

I admit it.

Her eyes were as red as her face, and she was probably only one step away from crying.

"Gu, just kill me."

"Impossible. I won't take your life. Besides, if you were truly unafraid of death, you would have already shot yourself. Why would I be the one to humiliate you?"

I don't think a witch who's so afraid of death that she locks herself up underground and never comes out has the courage to commit suicide.

I touched a nerve, and tears really started falling from her eyes, but with her hands tied, she could only let the tears blur her vision.

"Miluno, you've made the girl cry."

The little thing was still gloating on the sidelines, but I didn't intend to give Betelgeuse much sympathy. Until she showed any intention of turning to our side, she was our enemy, and those who were directly killed by her had nowhere to cry.

"Ah! Miluno, what are you doing?!"

Ceruno's voice came from the doorway. She looked at me, then at Betelgeuse, who was crying on the bed, her face covered in tears, her clothes disheveled (she was only wearing a vest), and her legs still being held in my arms.

He then cursed with a look of disgust:

"Abnormal!"

Do I look like a pervert now?

The little thing replied:

"You're too modest. The ability to play with a young girl's feet without batting an eye is something most perverts can't achieve."

"..."

SpiCa looked at me with a strange expression.

She came up with Ceruno, but it was just the two of them. Sirius took the Golden to the Canis Major Kennel.

I spent a lot of time explaining.

After finally explaining to them that this was a non-harmful form of interrogation, Ceruno still treated me with disdain.

As for Betelgeuse, her handcuffs were removed, but she started pretending to be mute again, still the mute who had been wronged.

"So, what did you get out of your non-harmful harassment?" SpiCa asked.

"It's torture! But I haven't asked you anything yet!"

"Then I'll do it."

I don't think brainwashing is more respectable than sexual harassment, or rather, torture.

"Wait, wait, what do you want to ask? I'll answer as appropriate!"

When it comes to brainwashing, Betelgeuse was so frightened that it started talking.

"But let me change my pants first."

I glanced at her only pair of panties...

It turns out she hadn't been able to hold it in completely.