Multiversal Friendship System-Chapter 243 - 242: Souta, Crossdress for Me and I’ll Forgive You

Chelsea figured that since no one else here had any moral lines left, why should she?

She despised Syura just as much as the others did. So to satisfy her own twisted sense of justice, she offered her own idea without hesitation:

"How about Souta casts a suggestion spell on Syura, making him castrate himself, then casts a hunger spell so he has to eat what he just cut off? And throughout it all, he stays fully conscious. That would be pure agony—humiliation, horror, and despair all rolled into one."

"I like it. That works well as step one," Altair said, nodding thoughtfully.

"Step two," she added, "is throwing him to the beasts. We'll drug the animals with heat inducers and lock them in a cage with him."

Kurumi asked, "What if he survives the rampage?"

"We toss him in a public latrine," Chelsea said gleefully. "Isn't Syura always acting like he's so noble? We'll toss him into the dirtiest, most crowded outhouse in the city. Let every citizen use it while he's in there—on his head, even. He'll scream in rage and shame, but he won't be able to do anything except wait for death."

"You're really something, Chelsea," Altair praised. "You saw past the physical torture and went straight for the psychological collapse caused by identity disintegration. Beautiful."

Meanwhile, Souta had taken several steps away from the group, putting at least ten meters between them. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

He felt a chill down his spine.

Terrifying. Absolutely terrifying!

He had imagined a few of these ideas himself...

But he'd never actually planned to do them!

Did these girls have no bottom line?!

Then he glanced at Syura and remembered what a depraved, vile monster the guy was.

...Alright, maybe this was fine.

"Souta," Kurumi waved him over. "Why are you standing all the way over there? Come closer."

"You can just say what you need from there. I can hear you perfectly fine."

"We've finalized the plan but you heard it all, right?"

Kurumi gave him a small wink.

"Now it's your job to carry it out."

Souta: "..."

He really wanted to say no, but he couldn't.

Chelsea didn't have the power to execute the plan. That left him.

Looking at Syura, still struggling in his bindings, Souta sighed and walked over, pity in his eyes.

"Who the hell are you?!" Syura screamed at him.

His voice was more fear than rage.

Souta ignored him. Golden light gathered at his fingertips as he activated the wish spell.

Step one: make Syura castrate himself.

Then, eat it.

God, this was disgusting.

"What are you doing?!" Syura shouted, realizing his body was moving against his will.

"Relax," Souta said, recycling a line from earlier. "I won't let you suffer too long. I'm not a demon, after all."

"You—stop! STOP!! What are you doing to me?!"

Syura, like a puppet on strings, reached between his legs, clearly about to rip something off.

His face twisted in agony. He couldn't stop his own hands.

Souta stepped back a bit and turned to Kurumi and the others.

"You're not really going to watch all of this, are you?"

"Of course not," Rin said, turning away immediately. "Who wants to see something that gross?!"

You're the ones who came up with this! Souta grumbled internally.

They were just idea guys, leaving him to do all the dirty work.

"Sorry for making you do something so awful," Kurumi said softly, walking over.

Back in the day, she never would've asked this of Souta.

But their relationship had changed. Now, giving him a task like this didn't feel wrong at all.

Funny how feelings evolve.

"This guy is just too disgusting. If we didn't punish him, I don't think I could ever be at peace."

Kurumi clenched her fists.

Souta instinctively reached out to pat her head, but his hand passed right through.

He had forgotten that this was just a holographic projection of her consciousness.

Realizing this, he started waving his hands through her body playfully, amused.

Kurumi gave him a helpless look, like she was babysitting a child.

"Ahem... anyway," Souta stopped, then said sincerely, "I really can't stand Syura either. Getting back at him feels... cleansing."

"Thanks again," Kurumi said with a small smile. "Once I finish evolving my sephira crystal, I'll give you a little 'reward.' You can look forward to it~"

"No need for rewards, it feels too formal," Souta replied, his voice serious. "There shouldn't be that kind of distance between us. If you ask me for something, I won't say no. So don't be so polite."

"Oh really?" Kurumi suddenly lit up with curiosity. "Do you remember what Shiori Itsuka did in Date A Live to get close to Miku?"

"Crossdressed," Souta said without missing a beat.

Kurumi's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"You know, you'd look great in a dress. I want to see it. Could you... wear one for me?"

"..." Souta stayed silent.

"Aww, backing out already?" Kurumi teased. "So much for that promise of 'doing anything.' I guess your words don't mean much after all~"

"I said I'd probably do anything," Souta corrected with a completely straight face. "That still leaves room to say no."

"Pity..." Kurumi clicked her tongue.

Souta sighed. He had a bad feeling about the future.

He turned to check on Syura and his eye twitched.

Blood was pouring from Syura's mouth... and crotch.

Absolutely disgusting.

"The first phase of punishment is done. We can move to step two now."

He turned back to the girls.

Kurumi instinctively looked toward Syura, but Souta quickly stepped in front of her.

"Jealous?" Kurumi smirked.

"No. Just trying to spare you from the bloody mess. I'll take care of the rest. You all just... listen to the screams."

Then he turned to Chelsea and waved her over.

"Chelsea, go find someone familiar with the forests outside the Capital. We need to capture a few beasts. And don't forget to gather a stockpile of heat-inducing drugs."

Hearing the words "beasts," "heat," and "drugs," Syura shuddered.

His eyes filled with despair as he looked at Souta.

He understood now.

Hell was just beginning.

The man who claimed he "wasn't a demon"...

Was the worst demon of them all.

"Don't look at me like that," Souta shrugged. "This wasn't my idea."

He stepped closer and said quietly:

"You've only got yourself to blame. You pissed off too many people."

Syura let out a desperate scream: "STAY AWAY FROM ME!!"

(TL Note: All this crossdressing reminds me of Rimuru. The doujins of him sucking dicks with his androgynous body, imagine souta like that lol.)