Chapter 25
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Those Immoral Girls Will Realize It Too
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I stroked Amy's cheek as she approached and knelt before me.
"Hnggggh!!!"
Amy's body shuddered violently.
She tried to keep a calm expression as if nothing was wrong, but she bit her lip and wrinkled her nose.
The spot where she knelt grew wet with her juices.
Just from the back of my hand brushing her cheek, she had reached a deep climax.
"Haa, I've received the Demon King's grace again today."
Having cum once, Amy stuck out her tongue as if to lick my fingers stroking her cheek.
"Haaam."
Amy took my finger into her mouth and began sucking it devotedly, as if it were my cock.
"The Demon King's finger-cock... Nyam, haam, mmm."
While sucking my finger with her mouth and tongue, she started rubbing her nipple with her left hand and her clit with her right.
"Uuuuht!!!"
Less than two minutes later, Amy climaxed again.
She didn't squirt like before, but the floor was already soaked with her pussy juices, and her dazed, half-lost expression showed her current state clearly.
Did she think I called her in the middle of the night to attend me sexually?
She was already fully prepared to take my body.
"Amy."
"Yes, Demon King."
"Do you know these people?"
I held out the crystal orb that Yulia had fetched after detecting them.
The orb showed four paladins entering Lorangleble Village.
An all-female group of paladins.
Ones who shouldn't have come here at all.
'And they're women, no less.'
In the original game, the first investigation team was definitely from the adventurer's guild.
The standard story had five adventurers from the guild visiting the dungeon to raid it, with some dying and one surviving in a forced event.
But they'd skipped that stage, and paladins dispatched by the church had arrived at the dungeon entrance.
The canon was for an all-male paladin unit to show up.
But women?
'Something's changed.'
It wasn't a huge change, but it was a big deviation from what I knew.
The reason was probably...
'I spared Amy from the first party that I would've just killed otherwise.'
Amy stopped sucking my hand and stared blankly at the orb, her eyes regaining focus.
As her climax-fogged mind cleared, she spoke.
"I know them."
"I see. Who are they?"
"They're called the Order of the Holy Virgins—paladins who devote themselves to the god, guarding their purity and chastity as they fight for the church. They're one of the church's elite units, composed entirely of women."
"Is that all?"
"Yes. They're not really worth worrying about. With your power, Demon King, you can easily defeat them. Unless it's a full-scale subjugation force."
Order of the Holy Virgins, huh.
All virgins, then?
"They'll taste delicious."
They'd give a hefty chunk of experience.
"Have you met any of them personally?"
"Yes."
Amy pointed to the paladin at the front.
"Rebecca. I know that woman. When I held false beliefs, she was the one who looked after me the most."
"I see?"
This might make things go even smoother.
"Thank you. You've given me good information."
"For you, Demon King, I'd tell you anything."
I stroked Amy's head.
She wagged her hips playfully.
"Amy, what do you think when you see them?"
Amy gazed silently at the Order of the Holy Virgins and shook her head.
"Nothing. I just pity them for still clinging to their false beliefs."
"Really? Then as a dark priestess, you should convert them to the true faith."
"You're right. I need to show them how great you are, Demon King."
I beckoned to Amy, who was greedily sucking my finger and stroking her cheek lovingly.
"Those bitches are coming to kill you, the one who surrendered her body to me."
"Me?"
"Yes. They're tracking your traces to come to this dungeon. What should you do, Amy?"
Amy's brow furrowed at my words.
Her face softened as she glared at the women in the orb with eyes full of rage.
"It's fine. The moment they enter this dungeon and behold you, Demon King, even those immoral girls will realize the truth."
Haaam.
Amy continued, looking up at me with my finger in her mouth.
"The thing they weally need to believe in ith you."
Her pronunciation was off because of my finger, but her faith in me came through clearly.
"You're too aroused."
"It'sh your thick finger, Demon King... Sniff sniff, haa, your scent..."
Praising me is great, but sometimes she goes overboard.
I might need to rein her in occasionally.
Not that now wasn't the time.
On the contrary, now was the moment to praise Amy for showing her loyalty.
"Get on the bed."
At those words, Amy's face broke into a goofy grin.
"Yes! Demon King!"
Like an eager puppy, she threw herself into my arms.
"Demon King, I like you. I respect you. I love you."
"Tomorrow, those bitches will come. Receive my power and carry out your mission perfectly."
"I'll do my best, Demon King."
I gave Amy, who was praising me, a deep kiss.
The night grew deeper.
Amy's moans soon echoed loudly through the dungeon.
There were rumors of a female ghost's cries coming from the forest not far from the dungeon.
Rebecca, who had spent a day in the village gathering information, wandered around town.
"You're heading to that dungeon? With just four women?"
"We have our reasons."
Rebecca nodded to the adventurer wielding a massive axe, from whom she'd bought information.
The adventurer pocketed the single gold coin with a cough.
"I don't know why paladins like you are going to that dungeon, but whatever you do, don't go too deep."
"How deep is 'too deep'?"
The axe's adventurer's face flushed at Rebecca's question.
Unlike his rough appearance, he seemed like a pure-hearted type, embarrassed as he continued.
"You've come this far, so you've heard the rumors! The ones about traps you can't escape without... you know, having sex."
"We know."
"Don't go any deeper than that."
"Why?"
"...Haa, you haven't heard that far, huh."
"What rumor?"
The adventurer glanced around hurriedly and lowered his voice.
"They say you get cursed. Not sure if it applies to paladins, though."
A curse?
Rebecca's question was answered by the adventurer's next words.
"Beyond those traps lies the dungeon's depths. Women who enter get exposed to the dungeon's demonic energy and cursed. They say you end up devouring the men with you and going mad for cock."
"...Is that rumor proven?"
"Of course. A B-rank adventurer killed her own party and escaped alone not long ago. Do you know what state that woman was in?"
Rebecca shook her head.
"She was stuffed full of men's semen, blood on her lips. She couldn't speak, completely insane."
"That alone doesn't prove she killed the men."
"Don't you know what kind of dungeon it is?"
"..."
Men and women come seeking forced sex scenarios.
That must be why these rumors spread.
"There's also a rumor that a female adventurer abandoned by thug adventurers in despair went deep into the dungeon and took her own life. Just a rumor, of course."
"..."
Rebecca didn't believe it.
She didn't know what process drove the women mad, but it wasn't some curse.
'It's connected to Saint Candidate Amy's disappearance.'
She was certain.
Williams and Amy's disappearances were linked too.
"Thank you. At least I know it's not just some lewd dungeon."
"I won't stop you, but be careful. You know how dangerous an uncharted dungeon is. Even Ariana gave up halfway and returned to the guild."
"..."
Rebecca made the sign of the cross and stood.
"Captain?"
"Let's move. I think what we're looking for is in that dungeon."
She led her Order of the Holy Virgins knights toward the dungeon.
"Grk! This has some real difficulty."
Rebecca and the paladins passed the sex trap that babbled endlessly.
It wasn't their goal.
After the inescapable sex trap came arrow barrages raining down endlessly.
Poison gas traps filling the air.
Basic designs, but traps with solid lethality blocked their path.
However.
'Just this much?'
Traps that even D-rank adventurers with experience could clear, let alone C-ranks.
It made no sense.
Could a god-blessed saint candidate vanish because of traps like these?
'No way.'
Maybe not here?
No.
The holy power she wielded told her otherwise.
Amy had been here.
Dead or alive, she had definitely been here.
"Captain, this is definitely..."
Roina, a knight on par with Rebecca, asked as she sensed it too.
The other paladins noticed with a slight delay.
No need to specify who—they all knew.
"Switching to search operation now."
"Yes, understood!"
How much time passed since they began searching?
"Huh?"
Rebecca spotted a small iron cage in one corner of the dungeon.
And inside it.
"Amy?"
There lay Amy, unconscious.
She was covered in wounds.
Her clothes were completely stripped away, red scratches etched across her body from something's claws, and semen dripped from her lower body.
Ah, why was the saint candidate in such a wretched state...?
She who should have guarded her purity in a lofty position.
"We've found Amy! All units, return to formation!"
But no response.
"Roina, Roina? Respond!"
...
"Damn it!"
No reply meant dire straits.
She didn't know what was happening, but the mission came first.
"Amy, I'll get you out."
Rebecca sliced the iron bars with her holy-powered sword.
Thwang!
Rebecca hoisted the collapsed Amy from the sparking severed cage onto her back.
"First, we'll check the other units' survival. Hang in there just a bit longer, Amy."
And as she moved to step away.
"You gonna just take someone else's prisoner like that?"
A chilling voice made her heart go cold.
"..."
Indigo skin. Height just over 190 cm. Broad shoulders. And the demonic sword in his hand radiating horrific energy.
"A-a demon?"
Why was a high-rank demon here?
"Demon? Comparing the Demon King to such a pathetic creature? Your eyesight's awful, Rebecca."
A familiar voice from behind.
It was unmistakably Amy's, but the tone was completely different from what Rebecca knew.
"Amy...!"
Before Rebecca could turn, she felt her strength drain from her body.
She pitched forward, consciousness fading.
"Amy...? Why?"
"You all need to know too. The greatness of the Demon King."
As Rebecca's vision darkened, she saw Amy transform.
Wearing ominous black-and-white priestess robes.
A lewd figure utterly unfit for a saint.