Irresistible Demon Temptation
"This... damn, what a mess."
Minwoo looked down at the Demon King, Ernate, who lay collapsed and unconscious, his face etched with bewilderment. Just moments ago, this woman had been a dire threat, but seeing her so defenseless now stirred a twinge of pity in him. He shrugged off the parka from his janitor uniform and draped it over her body. Her outfit looked too skimpy for the chill, but more than that, there was just nowhere safe for his eyes to land. The parka barely covered her from shoulders to hips, yet even the tantalizing glimpse of her thighs was enough to make Minwoo swallow hard. What an outrageously lewd getup.
With a bit of mental breathing room, Minwoo hesitated before sitting down beside her, pondering his bizarre predicament. The chain of events from moments ago kept stripping away his grip on reality. This wasn't the world he knew anymore. For now, he decided to accept the reality staring him in the face. No matter the reason or mechanism, the fact that he'd been whisked to some strange world was undeniable.
Minwoo had harbored a touch of otaku tendencies since his student days, so he had a decent grasp on subculture tropes. He knew all about the isekai fad that had swept through once. Maybe that's what's happened to me, he thought. If he judged everything under that assumption, one conclusion emerged. He recalled the words the woman before him had muttered to herself.
"Hero... failure... like the humans..."
"Like the humans" implied she wasn't human herself. And obviously, she didn't look like any ordinary person. Her appearance evoked demons or succubi. Of course, he hadn't imagined her as the Demon King. She'd scrutinized him up and down, comparing him to this "hero" business, then spat out "failure." By logical inference, she'd tried summoning a hero—or someone equivalent—and ended up with Minwoo instead.
"Just a guess, though..."
He muttered to himself, stealing a glance at the still-unconscious woman, Ernate.
"..."
He hadn't noticed amid the chaos earlier, but this woman was stunningly beautiful. Not just her figure—her face was perfection too. Her disheveled blue-silver hair blended seamlessly with her amethyst skin, and her sharp, Nordic features hit right in Minwoo's strike zone.
"I'd sell my soul for a demon like this."
Murmuring that, he tentatively stroked her hair. It was something his old self would never dare, but the nonstop absurdity had made him bolder than usual.
"These horns... real?"
His hand, petting her hair, drifted to the horns protruding from both sides of her head. Surprised by their hard, rough texture, he tugged lightly. They didn't budge an inch—not decorations, that was for sure.
"...Sheesh, she's out cold. Sleeping here'll give her a cold or something."
He mumbled that, half-seriously wondering if demons even caught colds, but soon his attention shifted elsewhere.
"If she's sleeping this deeply..."
Minwoo's gaze locked onto Ernate's thighs. Was it a guy thing? At over thirty, he'd barely tasted a woman's intimacy. Sure, he'd hit up a few brothels, but it was always the girls leading, never him savoring at his own pace. And those places had been so lousy—poor service, rude staff—that it just shattered his fantasies about women. 2D girls are the best, he'd concluded, the classic otaku mindset. But this woman was cracking open a whole new worldview.
"Anyway, I can't get out of this tower alone, and if she wakes up, I'm dead."
If death was inevitable, better to indulge fully first. Reaching that dark logic, Minwoo took several deep breaths, then boldly extended both hands to her thighs.
"Whoa... so soft and squishy...!"
Unlike her unfamiliar skin tone, the feel surpassed his wildest dreams—silky smooth and springy. He lost track of time, kneading her thighs in awe.
"What about elsewhere..."
Growing bolder, his eyes shifted beyond her thighs to the parka-shrouded ass. Her devilish tail swayed from between her cheeks, beckoning him. No time for second thoughts. His hands climbed, vanishing into the parka.
Did he know this was a crime of a lifetime? His fingertips trembled, but he didn't pull away.
"Ngh... this is insanely soft too...!"
Dying without knowing this texture would be a lifelong regret—even in the afterlife. Lost in a trance, Minwoo devoured her ass, not just squeezing but licking and burying his face in the cleft, his actions escalating wildly.
"Ahh... even smells amazing. Next up..."
Having feasted on her rear, Minwoo peeled back the parka he'd given her, spreading it neatly beside her like a blanket. He gently rolled her body halfway onto it, face-up.
"Hiss..."
He'd glimpsed it before when she was awake, but never with leisure to appreciate. Swallowing unconsciously, Minwoo burned her flawless form into his retinas. Model-worthy proportions were one thing, but those melon-sized breasts dominated his vision. Even lying down, they held their shape impeccably. With almost no real-life tit experience, Minwoo was convinced these were national treasures.
He unfastened the armor cupping her breasts and tugged down her top. It was barely clothing to begin with, so it came off easily.
"...Whoaaa."
He couldn't close his gaping mouth. On her crystal-amethyst skin, shy pink nipples peeked out. Sculpted perfection, golden-ratio proportions—Does this even exist in reality?
With trembling hands, he grasped her breast.
"Gah...!"
He gasped in awe. Inevitable. This was bliss beyond anything he'd known. Sticky-rice-cake softness paired with chilled, perky nipples—a combo that moved him to tears. He could knead these forever.
"Huff... huff..."
That's when he noticed his crotch throbbing massively. Harder than ever, and without even touching it, he felt on the verge of bursting.
"Damn it... might as well go all in... nothing left to lose but death!"
Unable to hold back, he undid his belt.
"Ugh, cold...!"
Exposing himself chilled him to the bone, but Minwoo didn't care. Soon, heat would consume him anyway.
He spread Ernate's legs wide, draping them over his shoulders, then nudged aside the high-leg leotard's crotch panel.
"Gulp..."
Forgetting the cold, he marveled at her pussy. Despite the exotic hue, it mesmerized. Bald, plump mound—perfectly meaty, igniting his lust on sight. Reverently, he parted her outer lips with fingers, revealing lush pink innards.
First time seeing one up close. "Real deal's got power... not very wet, but... oh well."
Worst case, spit would do. Admiration brief, he positioned his raging cock at her entrance. Minimal real experience, but ample vicarious knowledge ensured perfect aim.
"Ohhh... just the tip touching, and it's already insane...!"
No patience left. A fleeting worry she'd wake—then reason evaporated. Minwoo thrust forward powerfully, piercing Ernate's depths in one go.