Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Black Light in Blue Eyes
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A black shadow fell over her blue eyes.
At the Demon King's words that he wouldn't ravage her, Rebecca felt a wave of relief mingled with doubt.
Why?
Why had he toyed with the other Holy Knights, including Roina, using that massive cock of his, only to say now that he wouldn't do the same to her?
Was she lacking?
Compared to her subordinate knights?
No.
I'm not lacking.
I've trained harder than anyone, fought harder than anyone.
I became the youngest captain of the Holy Virgin Knights, earned recognition from the church branches, and was on the verge of being summoned to the central Holy Knight Order as their training captain.
Roina?
What good is piety in words alone?
She's just a whore who offered her virginity to the bishop and shakes her ass behind closed doors.
The only one who truly worked tirelessly for the Holy Virgin Knights, day and night, was me.
I'm the strongest Holy Knight of them all.
'Why won't he do me?'
Suddenly, her head throbbed.
What kind of thought was that?
It was utterly irreverent, something her usual self would never entertain.
For a fleeting moment, she even wondered absurdly if some other entity had taken over her body under the devil's influence.
"Ugh..."
Get a grip.
I'm Rebecca, captain of the Holy Virgin Knights.
A proud Holy Knight who stood at the forefront of the holy war, hunting demons...
Unbeknownst to herself, Rebecca's hips twitched.
She shuddered at the hollow emptiness left by the Demon King's fingers, which had tormented her so fiercely until now.
'This can't be happening.'
Sure, she'd climaxed countless times, squirted like a fountain, and even declared her defeat.
But she wasn't the type to throw away a hard-won victory for mere pleasure.
She could turn back.
She could return to the city.
"Haa, haa..."
Her legs trembled so badly she could barely stand.
Rebecca looked up at the Demon King, who gazed down at her with leisurely poise.
Nearly two meters tall, bulging muscles, thick and enormous hands.
A being born purely for battle, structured from birth to dominate its foes.
When had she last felt this way?
Ah.
It was when she stood before Roberto, the captain of the Holy Knights whom she admired and revered.
The moment she pledged her chastity before him and vowed to offer her body to the gods.
She had felt a similar awe from that man's imposing stature.
The overwhelming pressure of immense power, like an unbreakable fortress wall.
That invincible sensation she thought insurmountable—she now felt it from the demon before her eyes.
The metallic tang of blood filled her mouth from her bitten lip.
Focus.
The demon had acknowledged his defeat.
So now, she just had to forget everything, gather her subordinates, and retreat.
He'd promised to let them all live.
"Th-then, I'll be going now..."
Every movement sent dizzying pain through her lower body.
A lingering itch, the afterecho of the demon's thick fingers, continued to torment her.
And as she moved to retrieve her subordinates, her eyes caught sight of the thick, enormous cock that had just thoroughly ravaged Roina's pussy.
Once fixed, her gaze refused to budge.
Like a sparrow mesmerized by the scent of a mill, or a battle-hungry orc drawn to the smell of blood.
Her eyes locked, she approached Roina.
No matter how she tried to shake it off, it wouldn't let go.
Thud. Thud.
"What do you think you're doing?"
The Demon King's eerie voice rang right above her head.
Sensing something off, she looked up at him.
"Huh?"
Rebecca realized she had knelt before the Demon King, her face inches from his cock.
"I-I was just going to take Roina and..."
"Take her and go."
The Demon King nodded dismissively.
As if he'd lost all interest in her, the rigid shaft hung limp now.
She felt regret.
The devout Holy Knight, sworn to preserve her virginity, now licked her lips at the sight of the Demon King's cock.
"Don't want to leave?"
Rebecca glanced at Roina, panting on the ground with the other knights.
They lay there with ecstatic expressions, still unable to rise.
Roina especially wore a grotesque face Rebecca had never seen, even in their nights together.
Tongue lolling, drool dripping, unfocused eyes staring blankly into space.
Her nose swollen with thick mucus from endless orgasms.
A face where her will had crumbled to pleasure.
Watching Roina, who couldn't even care for her own appearance, Rebecca felt envy deep down.
Like ink spreading through water, Rebecca's consciousness was darkening unbeknownst to her.
And it was accelerating now.
Ever since she'd heard Roina had lost her virginity to the bishop, Rebecca had begun doubting the faith she'd held so dear.
The Holy Virgin Knights were forbidden to lose their virginity.
Losing it meant losing faith. Losing faith meant losing holy power.
That's how it was supposed to be.
Yet Roina still wielded holy power.
Even after being defiled by the bishop.
Did that mean...
'It was all a lie?'
The chains binding them—that losing virginity meant losing holy power—might just be empty words.
A vile lie to suppress the Holy Virgin Knights.
'How could they?'
Why?
For what purpose the deception?
To squeeze us dry?
What's the gain in that?
Rebecca's glare at Roina twisted her face further.
The spark of her rage wasn't me.
Fueled by the countless pleasures I'd given her, she directed her fury not at the despair of defeat to me, but at Roina for betraying her, their god, and shattering her own convictions.
Even though she knew it was wrong.
Rebecca would realize in time.
That I'd toyed with her.
But by then...
'It'll all be over.'
No worries.
I glared steadily at the prey that had dared defy me.
Rebecca, still staring at Roina, slowly turned to meet my gaze.
She flinched as if her deepest shames had been exposed.
I pondered the many ways to break her into submission.
How to crush her most thoroughly, to corrupt her completely?
The thought of the pristine Holy Knight falling alongside Amy made my mouth water.
"Why haven't you left? Do you want something?"
"..."
Rebecca's breathing grew rougher.
"If you won't say it, how should I know?"
Unless she voiced her own desires, there was no way to tell.
Rebecca met my eyes, then shook her head violently.
Her face twisted in desperate clarity.
Her mind sharpening once more.
Impressive mental fortitude.
"I-I'm going back. As promised..."
Regaining her composure, Rebecca steeled herself.
"Going back... alone?"
"What...?"
"You can go. No Erotic Tattoo on your belly, virginity intact."
But...
"Not them."
"Y-you promised to spare them too..."
"Right. But I never said I'd send them back."
"N-no. I can't go alone."
"Then take them and kill them? Brand them heretics, humiliate them? Those poor knights will burn at the stake for 'forcibly' coupling with a demon."
"I-I won't do that. I'll protect my subordinates."
"Then what was that hateful glare you shot them? Looked ready to stake their hearts."
Rebecca clamped her mouth shut.
She couldn't admit it.
That she envied them.
"If you're leaving, go alone."
Rebecca knew.
Leave them like this, and they'd all turn like Amy.
She had to protect them.
Shield her subordinates from that demon's vile, wicked cock.
Only then could she save them all.
"...If I want to take everyone, what do I have to do?"
"Spread your pussy. Offer your virginity to me yourself. If it's sincere, I'll accept your deal."
"...Is that for real?"
She was utterly at his mercy now.
No path to victory against this demon.
If saving everyone meant giving her virginity...
'It's a good deal.'
Drenched in demonic magic, Rebecca didn't realize.
Coupling with a demon.
Meant taking part of the Demon King's power inside her.
As long as no Erotic Tattoo...
As long as she didn't feel it...
She'd climaxed wildly from that absurd skill earlier, but not twice.
She could endure.
The gods would watch over her.
Swallowing her shame, Rebecca spread her legs herself.
"P-please ravage me."
"Weak."
"Huh?"
"More vulgar. Pour your heart into it. Beg sincerely for me to fuck you senseless."
"Ugh..."
How could it be so depraved!
No demon was this lewd.
"P-please shove it in. Ruin this Holy Virgin's virginity."
"Again."
"Please fuck my slutty virgin pussy! It's itching so bad I'm going crazy."
"Not lewd enough. Again."
"Shove your cock in this Holy Virgin's pussy and flood it with cum. I'll squeeze it tight to make you happy."
"Not desperate enough. Again."
"Urgh!"
After hesitating, Rebecca opened her mouth again.
"I-I'm a virgin pussy that never knew a man—pound it with Lord Demon King's magnificent cock, turn me into a brainless slut who only knows dick!"
Rebecca's speech grew cruder by the word.
She who once struggled to say "pussy" now spewed the filthiest lines without hesitation.
Words hold power, they say.
Speaking vows to oneself plants them in the heart, swaying the mind.
Words become will, twisting thoughts and convictions.
In ordinary places, a few wouldn't sway her.
But this was the dungeon.
The deepest heart.
In the Demon King's throne room, Rebecca's words took form as will, slowly conquering her already tainted mind.
The first stage of her corruption—planned since she entered this dungeon—was nearing completion.
"Pound me! Make me cum like those knights over there. Turn me into a total cock-obsessed mess!"
Ah, behold that black gleam pooling in Rebecca's blue eyes.
Beautiful.
"Very well. If that's what you desire."