A Daughter's Turmoil
In the vast, high-ceilinged bath of the Demon King's palace, nearly ten women stood waiting. All of them were human—slaves Margaret had prepared to attend Yuria during her bath—and every one of them was completely naked. Their eyes were vacant, their personalities erased just like the female mage she had healed with recovery magic last time.
Yuria entered the bath wrapped in a long towel and frowned at the sight of them. Disgusting. The thought of a noble being like herself being served by such passive, hollow humans filled her with revulsion.
“What’s wrong, dear?”
Margaret’s eerie voice came from behind her. Yuria flinched.
“U-um, Mother… I’d rather wash by myself…”
“Oh? Very well.”
Margaret accepted the suggestion without hesitation and approached the slaves, her tail swaying. Each time the tip brushed the back of their necks, the slaves twitched violently. Soon they gathered in small clusters around Margaret, bodies limp and heads hanging.
“Mother will have these ones serve her, so… if it gets too difficult, just call for me.”
That will never happen. Still, talking back and angering Margaret would be incredibly stupid.
“…Yes.”
Yuria answered weakly and slipped into a tub far away from Margaret’s gaze.
“Haa…”
The water was perfectly warm, enough to draw a contented sigh from her lips. She splashed water over her shoulders, then moved to the center of the tub and sat down, lowering herself until the water reached her chin. The depth was just right. Drawing her knees up and hugging them, she thought,
I’m changing…
When she had killed Aaron, a refreshing sensation had washed over her as her irises turned purple. Her pupils had also split upward like her mother’s, becoming wicked and sharp. It was undoubtedly Tyrat’s doing. Yet she felt no resentment toward him.
She now firmly believed that Tyrat was Jihyeok. He had once been her enemy, but no longer. He was the absolute sovereign she loved more than anyone else in the world. She didn’t have the courage to resent someone like him.
Yuria stared at her reflection in the clear water. Light green hair, matching eyes, and round pupils. This was the form of a beautiful Beast Slayer warrior. She still held the resolve to punish evil—but that evil was now defined as humanity. In the past it had included monsters as well, yet now she classified monsters as good.
Even that distinction felt vague. She wanted to throw away concepts like good and evil, justice and morality, and simply follow whatever Jihyeok told her.
The moment that thought crossed her mind—
Sssss…
Her light green hair began turning black from the tips upward. Yuria’s eyes widened in shock. The color instantly returned to normal. Fear gripped her. Her eyes reddened, and tears welled up.
“…Hic…”
She wanted to hear Jihyeok speak honestly about her, but he kept dodging with vague answers. It hurt. Was he doing it because there was still something she didn’t know? She couldn’t tell.
After thinking for a long while, Yuria lowered her head and submerged her face in the water, then exhaled. Bubbles rose along her cheeks, tickling her skin.
“Pwah…!”
She lifted her head and wiped the water from her face with her hands—only to discover her mother standing just outside the tub. Yuria studied her body. Even another woman had to admit it was flawless. The wings and tail felt slightly alien from Yuria’s perspective, but from the viewpoint of a succubus like her mother, they were perfectly fitting, lewd, and irresistibly attractive features.
“What is it…?”
“Mother has finished showering. Are you still not done?”
“I… I’m not finished yet.”
“Hurry up. We must go pay our respects to His Majesty the Demon King together.”
“I want to be alone for a little while. Even if you don’t trust me, couldn’t you grant me this one request…? I promise I won’t wander off. I’ll go straight to the audience chamber. I swear.”
Margaret let out a soft “Hmm…” and stared at her daughter for a moment before nodding.
“Fine. I’ll probably get scolded by His Majesty… but for my daughter, I’ll bear it.”
“Thank you, Mother…”
“I’m only allowing this because you finally seem to understand your place.”
Yuria’s expression darkened. No matter how much more important the Demon King was than his own daughter… there was no need to say it in such a deliberately grating way. Sudden irritation surged through her.
Right now, Jihyeok surely valued her far more than someone like her mother. It was her mother who needed to know her place. After attacking her own daughter, she should be begging for forgiveness, yet she dared to act like this.
“Please leave…”
When Margaret saw the venomous glare in Yuria’s eyes, she scoffed.
“What a poisonous look. Are you trying to fight with Mother?”
“Get out.”
“To be treated so harshly by my own daughter… how heartbreaking.”
Margaret clicked her tongue in clear displeasure and walked away from Yuria.
From inside the steamy bath, Yuria heard the sharp crack of a whip and the wet sound of something being sliced. It seemed her angry mother was venting her frustration by killing the slaves. Soon the bath fell silent. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the steam, making Yuria wrinkle her nose.
“So annoying…”
She briefly considered asking Jihyeok to scold her mother, then submerged her face in the water once more.
After finishing her bath, Yuria emerged to find monsters attending her. She would rather die than be served by those mindless humans, but being attended by monsters felt acceptable. The female monsters treated her with perfect courtesy as they dried her hair and helped her into a dress. They truly lived up to their status as the Demon King’s personal attendants.
Yuria examined herself in the full-length mirror one of the servants had brought. Instead of her usual seductive gown, she now wore a revealing dress with short frills that left her bare thighs completely exposed. The color was pitch black. From the gloves to the shoes and accessories, everything matched. The only flaw was that her light green hair and eyes clashed slightly with the dress. Golden blonde would probably suit it better…
She decided to release her transformation. There was no longer any reason to remain in her Beast Slayer state. The moment the thought formed, her Device glowed, and the transformation dissolved. Returning to her original golden hair and blue eyes, she turned this way and that in front of the mirror, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
She dismissed all the servants, took a deep breath, and headed for the audience chamber. The corridor was empty, silent, and desolate. It felt almost like a private annex where only she and Jihyeok lived. A faint blush colored Yuria’s cheeks at the thought.
When she reached the doors of the audience chamber and found them tightly shut, she swallowed hard. What would happen inside? Would she finally learn the truth today?
With determination burning in her eyes, she gently pushed the door open—then bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow.
“Aah…♡ Your Majesty! It’s too strong…!”
Jihyeok was having sex with Margaret. Seeing her mother cry out in ecstasy with glazed eyes filled Yuria with fresh irritation. Even though she had arrived, he was still copulating with that vulgar succubus… She had thought she would finally hear something important, but now she only felt hollow.
Margaret bounced atop Jihyeok’s lap. Every time his cock pierced her, her tail thrashed like a snake and her wings fluttered wildly. It was utterly vulgar. Fortunately, it looked like the act would end soon. Jihyeok had grabbed a fistful of Margaret’s hair and yanked it back.
When he took Yuria from behind, he always pulled her hair right before climax. Seeing the same gesture now meant he was on the verge of release. Yuria had been relieved for a moment—until she suddenly ground her teeth.
Jealousy flared because he was doing to her mother the very thing he had done to her.
“Kyaaaaah…♡”
Margaret’s entire body stiffened. Her long moan gradually faded. White semen dripped from between her spread legs. Once he finished ejaculating, Margaret slid forward, pulling free of his cock, then turned around and knelt. She took his member into her mouth and began cleaning it.
I really hate this…
She loathed her mother. The hatred was strong enough to make her want to kill her.
Jihyeok, who had been watching Yuria’s reaction while receiving Margaret’s service, commanded,
“Come closer.”
It was Tyrat’s arrogant tone, yet the voice itself belonged to Jihyeok. His face was exactly the same as the Jihyeok she knew. If not for the speech pattern and clothing, he would have been indistinguishable from Song Jihyeok. Just like when her mother had been fully subjugated.
Yuria flinched, then cautiously stepped forward until she stood before the throne.
“Beautiful.”
Jihyeok’s appraisal as his gaze traveled over her entire body. Yuria lowered her head in embarrassment.
“Th-thank… you…”
Now that she fully recognized Tyrat as Jihyeok, it was only natural to speak to him with respect. Jihyeok grinned at her attitude, clearly pleased. While stroking Margaret’s swaying hair as she continued her service below, he said,
“Mmm…♡ Hngh…”
Margaret swallowed his cock deeper and began working her tongue. As the wet sounds naturally quieted, Tyrat asked Yuria,
“Aren’t you curious about my true identity? You must have guessed, but… don’t you want to hear it directly?”
“Ah, yes… Could you… tell me…?”
“Of course. Song Jihyeok is indeed me—Tyrat. To be precise, it would be more accurate to say I disguised myself as Song Jihyeok.”
Thump!
Yuria’s heart pounded violently. Even though she had been certain, hearing it confirmed still hit her hard. The truth carried a completely different weight. She staggered for a moment before steadying herself.
“Did you… approach me on purpose…?”
“That’s right.”
“S-since when…?”
“You’ll be shocked. Extremely so. I had anticipated—”
Jihyeok’s words trailed off as he frowned. Margaret had quietly increased the pace of her fellatio. Yuria glared at her mother with eyes full of disgust. To interrupt at such an important moment—and to suck Jihyeok’s cock like it was an ice cream cone—the anger that had been building since earlier was now on the verge of exploding.
Whether or not he noticed Yuria’s feelings, Jihyeok leaned back against the throne and continued.
“Even after hearing the answer you expected, you look so distressed. Do you truly believe you can handle all of the truth?”
“It’s something I would have learned eventually anyway. You weren’t planning to deceive me forever, were you?”
“That may be true, but…”
“And I would appreciate it if you removed Mother.”
“Remove her…? Haven’t you missed Margaret terribly all this time? Weren’t you a dutiful daughter? Is it proper to speak so rudely?”
“…..”
“Besides, I wish to receive service from both mother and daughter.”
At those words, Margaret’s eyes curved into happy arcs. The mere thought seemed to delight her. Yuria, on the other hand, looked displeased.
“We were in the middle of an important conversation.”
“And?”
“I hate it when Mother interferes. I want to speak with Jihyeok alone.”
At Yuria’s bold defiance, Jihyeok silently nodded a few times, then lightly tapped Margaret’s head. She immediately pulled her mouth off his cock.
“She says so. Return for now.”
“Understood♡”
With a coquettish reply, Margaret straightened Jihyeok’s clothes, then stepped through a portal and vanished.
Jihyeok met Yuria’s eyes for a moment, checking whether she had truly made up her mind. After a brief pause, he spoke.
“I approached you from the very beginning in Daejeon.”
“Daejeon… You mean the day I met Sehwa?”
“No. Much earlier than that.”
“…Pardon?”
Much earlier…? She was certain she had first met Jihyeok at the hotel. Had there been any contact before then?
“You look like you have no idea what I’m talking about.”
“Yes… I need an explanation. I want to hear everything.”
“It would be better to show you rather than tell you.”
With those words, Jihyeok gave a wicked smile and raised a hand to his face. A grotesque sound followed as his features began to change. Wrinkles formed around his eyes, and a lush beard grew to cover his jaw. Yuria’s eyes trembled as she watched. The transformed face was one she knew all too well—Glen Elenar, her own father.
What…?
What kind of joke was this? Yuria stared in utter confusion—until Tyrat’s next words made her eyes fly wide open.
“Oh dear… Are you alright? I wonder if you’ve caught a cold… Where is the nearest pharmacy…”
She remembered that line perfectly. Before she had become a Beast Slayer, while living in Daejeon, she had grabbed a middle-aged man on the street because he looked familiar. He had been Kim Taegon, who resembled her father. She had nearly vomited on the spot because she never imagined she would see her dead father’s face there. Those were definitely the words Kim Taegon had spoken back then.
A sharp ringing filled her head. The world spun. What exactly was she witnessing right now? It was becoming impossible to hold onto reason. Her mind grew distant.
“Th-this… wh-what is…”
Yuria stammered. Tyrat smiled faintly and rose from his seat.
“You believed that ridiculous notion of reincarnation so easily. Thanks to that, it was incredibly simple. And quite entertaining.”
“U… ah…”
Yuria mumbled like a toddler. When Jihyeok strode toward her, she instinctively backed away.