The Demon King, the Holy Maiden, and the Hero (3)
"Guhhh!"
"Oh my? The chair is talking."
The goddess — no, the being who now had to be called a Demon God — sat herself down naked atop Changshik, who had been stripped bare save for his helmet, using him like a chair. And whether she disliked his humiliating groan or liked it all too well, she channeled demonic energy into the heel of her high heel and stamped it down through the back of his hand.
Kraak!
"…!"
The pain of a hand being pierced clean through. But this time Changshik clenched his teeth and held on.
"…Hmph."
The Demon God, seeming disappointed that it wasn't the reaction she wanted, leaned back against her "backrest."
A flinch.
"Don't move. Tools are supposed to be like that."
The backrest — the Demon King — tensed every muscle and locked her posture in place. Defy that order, and punishment would come. Pleasure indistinguishable from agony would pour down like every grain of sand in the southern desert. She wanted to avoid it. And the moment Lilith beheld that overwhelming demonic energy — absolute power so vast that the very thought of defiance could not even form — she understood.
That was the goddess's true form. And she realized something else: all the divine power until now had existed solely to suppress that demonic energy. And one question rose unbidden.
Grace, no matter how you looked at her, was no goddess. So then — where was the real one?
"By the way, Paul. Can you tell me the location of the previous Hero? Back when I was still incompetent, that sealing genital brand you placed made her hard to find, and now that this body runs on demonic energy, I can only roughly guess at the Holy Maiden's position."
"I am most humbly sorry, but I abandoned the search for the previous Hero long ago. I severed the tendons in her arms and legs, cursed them so they reattached in grotesque configurations, and tampered with her brain until her sense of direction was ruined. And most decisively — when I last checked, her Breeding Stock Status had already exceeded fifty percent."
In truth, nothing else mattered. Breeding Stock Status past the halfway mark. That single fact made everyone present understand she could no longer live as a Hero — or even as a human being.
"When was that?"
"Seven years ago."
Grace wore a smile of pure triumph. No matter how much of a Hero she had been, no one survived Breeding Stock Status over fifty percent. Even if the body somehow endured, the mind would not. That was no longer the Hero of old. Just a Breeding Womb with nothing left in her head but breeding and pleasure.
"Ahaha, I fretted over nothing. No — the odds of those two even meeting are about one in a million, and even if they seized that stroke of luck, only despair would be waiting."
Grace snickered. Victory. No matter what the Holy Maiden tried, she was certain of it.
"First, let's use this power to make the world a little more entertaining. Chair! Move! Destination: the far end of the Demon King's Castle!"
"Mom, Dad! When I grow up, I'm going to be a Hero!"
Was I five? Six? I don't remember clearly, but I remember hoisting a crude wooden sword high and declaring my dream to my parents. They smiled brightly, indulged the childish whim, and said they'd prepared the stew that Hero-nim likes best, setting a steaming, delicious pot on the table.
Probably the freest, happiest moment of my entire life. Ironically, a moment so early I barely retain it.
But the feeling of happiness remained.
And as the years passed, unhappy moments arrived too. Unlike the happy ones, not just the feeling but the memories stayed razor-sharp.
"Heeheeheeeeeee♡"
I heard a beast's cry. It didn't take long to realize it wasn't a beast at all — it was Mom.
Something was vigorously spanking Mom's ass with its own. In my ignorance I thought it was just a green person; only later did I learn it was called an orc.
But at the time I was captivated by Mom's desperate scream. It was definitely a scream. Yet it was the first scream I'd ever heard laced with happiness and satisfaction.
Does it feel good? The orc's cock going in and out of Mom? I kept watching out of pure curiosity, and before I knew it Dad had taken my hand and led me home.
"Aria. Dad will definitely save Mom. So don't worry too much."
Dad said it while stroking my head with his big hand. And I believed him — believed that a former wandering adventurer like Dad would surely defeat the bad orcs and put Mom back the way she was supposed to be.
But.
"Heeheeheeeeeee♡"
"Oooooooork♡"
Reality was far too cruel.
The instant I saw that scene, I grabbed everything valuable from the house and fled the village like a runaway. How should I put it — Mom doing that had been somehow bearable, but when Dad did it too, something in my chest stung sharp and screamed at me to run now.
I took Dad's spare sword as well.
Life after leaving home couldn't be called decent even with the kindest phrasing. An outsider — and a little kid at that — had only begging, prostitution, thievery, or adventuring as options.
I chose adventurer. Even now I have no idea what guts I thought I had.
Life after that?
Monsters attacked constantly. And parties weren't automatically safe either. There were men who approached eyeing my coin, and entire parties that moved for that exact purpose.
Of course, it wasn't as if safe roads didn't exist. But…
"We built this road and we maintain it. Toll is one silver."
Proper roads charged money like that. The mountain folk genuinely made their living clearing paths and managing the undergrowth.
Safer than crossing mountains crawling with monsters and bandits — but money was still the problem.
"Can we do fifty copper? If you want…"
"That's outright robbery. And I'm gay."
"…What about the one next to you?"
"Ah, I only do married women."
"…This isn't easy."
In the end, as a newbie adventurer, I used the uncleared mountain trails. Nearly died. Strangely, the monsters genuinely tried to kill me instead of turning me into a Breeding Womb.
Of course, a few years later the monsters started trying to make me a Breeding Womb, and the men started trying to fuck me.
And while I was desperately surviving and protecting my virginity day after day—
"Ah, what a brave soul! Please — in my name, vanquish the evils of this world."
Just like that, I became a Hero.
I cast off my shabby gear and donned equipment crafted stitch by painstaking stitch by the Empire's finest artisans. I met the Emperor, noble from birth, and met the nobles. They told me I was special.
My party members were first-rate too — a ranger, a mage, a priest. For some reason they were all women, but given my bad memories of men targeting my body, I preferred it that way.
The Hero's power, the levels — they were incredible. The speed of getting stronger was on another plane entirely. As a simple example: a strike that could only cut halfway through a tree was cleaving boulders a month later.
The mage said divine power had seeped deep into my flesh, but the point was I'd gotten stronger.
Though the Holy Maiden never appeared, together with my companions I saved villages under monster attack. I executed corrupt officials colluding with demonkin. I flipped the tide of wars that had been going badly.
Triumph after triumph.
Victory after victory.
We planned to push all the way into the Demon King's territory. But that plan never came to fruition.
"Is this all? Below my expectations."
The Archlich. One of the Four Heavenly Kings. The Terrain Shatterer. The Eternal Eunuch, Paul — descended upon us.
"…You. Did you just imagine something weird?"
"No?"
"Sorry, but I read your thoughts with magic."
"Ah, fuck."
After that, Paul branded us with black genital seals to lock our power and handed down our punishment.
The content of the punishment was simple.
"Noooooooo!"
"Mmmph! Mmph! Mmmmph!!!"
"G-get it off! I have a fiancé— kyaaaaaaah!!!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
We were violated by demonkin and monsters.
"""It's being boooorn!!!!"""
And we gave birth to their children. Afterward we displayed this disgrace before the Imperial army still fighting the Demon King's forces. A woman's most sacred moment — the moment of life's birth — was painted over with mockery and contempt.
There were times when physical pain made the humiliation stop mattering, and times when it was the other way around. I sucked cocks while flattering the nobles I'd once trusted. I got pregnant bunking for ten days with the weak and the homeless I'd wanted to save. Of course, once the belly got somewhat big, the demonkin punched my womb and the baby, declaring they couldn't let a Hero give birth to a human.
And the first to break was the mage. Her lofty pride wasn't something that crumbled easily — but the moment the cracks started, she fell faster than anyone.
Next the ranger. Then the priest. And only I remained until the end, maintaining my reason. No — it was more accurate to say I maintained a self while already insane.
At some point, like my companions, I began craving the pleasure a cock delivered, and when giving birth the ratio of pleasure outweighed the pain. "Ohohok♡ Hooooook♡" Even now I'm like this — birthing various monsters one after another, and finally pushing out a goblin with pure joy.
Normally I wouldn't even have thoughts like these. I'd just be a beast of pleasure. But today, somehow, I came back to my senses.
"Oooooooork♡♡♡♡"
Ah, it's being born. The moment this child is born I go to heaven♡ Thank you, son♡ Filial piety for the mom who finally came to her senses at the end♡ Wait for me, kids — I'm coming now♡
And so Aria — former Hero, current Breeding Womb — spectacularly birthed a goblin while blood streamed from her nose, then hung her head low and did not move again.
"Oh, look at all these goblin dicks. And there's a human here too?"
And right after new life had been born — a white-haired, golden-eyed woman appeared, clutching a goblin to her chest while having her ass thoroughly spanked.