Chapter 65
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Demon King's Army ■■■ Hero Sage (2)
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"M-Master Demon King’s cock... it’s so delicious."
Sage mumbled those words with the Demon King’s cock in her mouth.
She tried to infuse her voice with as much coquettishness as possible, but there wasn’t a shred of sincerity in it.
"Put a little more heart into it, Sage. Inhale Master Demon King’s scent and savor his flavor."
The truth was, it tasted like nothing.
The unpleasantness of the demonic energy still filled her with resistance.
But Vivian had told her otherwise.
This cock was supposed to taste good.
Absolutely delicious, not nasty at all.
‘Vivian would never lie to me, Sage.’
So it had to be fine.
"You’ll get used to it, and it’ll feel better soon enough."
Vivian’s soft voice whispering in her ear gradually began to sway Sage’s heart.
Just like she said, after sucking on it with her mouth for a while longer, it started to taste... kind of good...
Now, she couldn’t even trust her own senses.
With her memories so hazy and unreliable, all she could rely on was Vivian’s gentle gaze watching over her.
"Master Demon King’s cock is twitching at the base. That’s a sign he’s about to cum. Take it out of your mouth now and stroke it off with your hands."
"Stroke off the cock..."
And soon enough, thick white semen erupted from the Demon King’s cock, splattering across her face.
"Phew..."
"I’m jealous, Sage. I’ve never taken Master Demon King’s cum on my face before."
"R-Really?"
Sage had done something even Vivian hadn’t.
There were things even she could do.
"Hehe, did Sage do good?"
"You did great, Sage. You’re such a good girl."
The Demon King’s semen, which had once felt so repulsive and gross, now seemed almost familiar.
Sage looked up at the Demon King.
His face, which had always seemed so horrific, now looked a little more at ease.
Setting aside the deep navy skin and horns, he actually seemed handsome.
Even by human standards, his looks were undeniably striking.
"Well done."
The Demon King stroked her head.
Her hair, now grown long enough to reach her chest, swayed gently.
Every time his large hand caressed her head, an inexplicable sense of comfort washed over her.
It must be because Vivian was by his side that his touch felt so soothing.
Sage thought to herself.
"Bergio."
At that moment, the Demon King called out a familiar name.
From the rift in the shattered dimensional gap stepped a headless knight—the Dullahan that had once been Bergio, her mentor and the object of her admiration, the knight captain whose head had been severed.
The headless undead knelt before the Demon King.
-…
"From now on, guard Sage at her side."
Sage was the one taken aback by those words.
"Huh?"
"Bergio will be accompanying you from here on out."
"Wh-What do you mean? Accompanying Sage?"
"Consider it my apology. I never intended to kill him, but regardless, he died by my blade. Wouldn’t it be better for him to stay with someone who shares his original bond? I’m simply sending him back where he belongs."
"But Master is dead. Even Sage knows Dullahan are undead."
The Demon King gave a slight smile at her words.
"It seems you don’t know that a Dullahan who regains its head becomes a Death Knight."
"I didn’t know that part."
"This Dullahan was revived by a Demon King’s power. If he reclaims his lost head, he can fully resurrect as a Death Knight. His sense of self will return, and you’ll be able to reunite with the mentor you’ve longed for."
Though right now, he was little more than a walking corpse.
It was a form of evolution.
The kind made possible by his overwhelming original power.
His sense of self might be somewhat distorted upon revival, but it didn’t matter.
By the time Sage witnessed it, she’d be twisted right alongside him.
"So if we just find his head, we can bring Master back to life?"
"Yes. I had no choice but to send it to the royal capital. If you can get there soon, you’ll be able to revive him."
"Ahh."
Sage’s eyes grew misty with tears.
"Sage, now that you’ve received a gift, you should thank Master Demon King."
"Th-Thank you, Master Demon King."
She bowed her head deeply.
"Yulia."
"Yes, Master Demon King."
"Remove the restraints binding Sage’s arms and legs."
"Understood."
At the Demon King’s command, Yulia—the succubus standing beside him—unfastened the shackles.
"Huh...?"
"The misunderstandings between us are cleared up now, aren’t they? Then treat her as a guest, not a prisoner. It’s a gesture to set aside any lingering grudges."
"Th-Thank you, Master Demon King."
Sage bowed her head again and took a step closer to him.
What was she planning?
I watched quietly as she took both my hands, placed them on her head, and rubbed her head against them side to side.
"Pat pat."
It was just like a cat nuzzling against its owner.
She was already deeply corrupted.
Her power felt muddied.
A new hue had been painted over the hero’s once-radiant strength.
Even as I touched her body and infused it with demonic energy, her tainted power no longer shattered or dissipated like before.
Instead, it acted like a fresh adhesive, reshaping her personality.
I could feel the hero’s power—which had once rejected me unconditionally, like white blood cells defending the body—beginning to slowly accept me.
Rubbing her head against me like this was something the old Sage never would have done.
Even when she’d lost her sense of self, she’d rejected me.
The corruption was progressing faster than expected.
Vivian’s presence was a huge factor.
She was neutralizing the hero’s aversion to Demon Kings and demonic energy.
Seeing her so thoroughly broken made my cock harden again.
But that was enough for today.
Everything needed to stay within limits.
Push her any further, and even Sage might break completely.
"You’re dismissed. Oh, and..."
I beckoned, and Yulia brought the holy sword.
She handed it to Sage.
"Y-You’re giving back the holy sword too?"
"Yes. But don’t draw it. Pulling it out would hurt Vivian a great deal."
Sage glanced at Vivian.
Vivian’s smile looked faintly sad.
"It’s okay if you really need to draw it. I’ll stay far away."
"I don’t wanna be apart from Vivian."
"It’s fine. We won’t be separated for good."
Vivian soothed Sage.
"Go on."
Sage bowed her head and left the throne room with Vivian.
Bergio followed behind them.
Sage climbed the stairs with Vivian, heading up to the first underground floor—Vivian’s spider chamber.
Spiders scurried here and there.
Bigger ones than the ones she’d seen before roamed about, spinning their webs everywhere.
They paid no mind to Sage, even as the hero passed by.
As if she were one of their own family.
"There sure are a lot of spiders."
"They’re my children. Some were born from the other priestesses, but now I’m their mother."
"Mother... Then what’s Sage?"
"Hmm, who knows? Vivian’s little hero?"
"Vivian’s little hero..."
Vivian’s room was filled with spider eggs and thick white webs everywhere.
Even as Sage stepped forward, the webs didn’t stick at all.
They felt soft and smooth, like fine silk woven from luxurious fabric.
And in the center of the vast room, woven entirely from webs, stood a bed.
The densely interlaced bed resembled an elegant hammock.
"I saw what you wrote in your cell. You didn’t forget me—my name and yours were there."
"Yeah. I worked really hard."
"Thank you, Sage. For remembering me."
"Thank you too, Vivian. For coming back."
Vivian slowly approached the bed in the middle of the room.
"I made this room to live in with you, Sage. Tell me if you want anything. Like this bed—I’ll make it for you."
As she climbed onto the densely woven web bed, Vivian’s body began to change.
Her hands, which had resembled spider joints, started shifting into human ones. At the same time, her spider-like lower body transformed into human legs.
Aside from her white hair, she looked exactly like the Vivian Sage had first met.
The clothes that had draped her body on the bed unraveled thread by thread, blending into the room.
Even the priestess headpiece vanished. Now fully nude, Vivian lay on the bed and spread her arms.
"Come here, into my arms. Rest deep in my embrace tonight, after all your hard work."
Seeing her unchanged form, Sage bit her lower lip.
Memories of her lonely, painful past welled up, threatening tears.
But Sage didn’t cry.
She wasn’t a child anymore. She was grown up.
"Vivian..."
Fearful the holy sword might slip out, Sage clutched it to her chest and crawled into Vivian’s arms.
The sweet scent of milk and the warmth of her skin enveloped her.
Vivian’s embrace was soft.
It granted her a peace nothing else could.
Sage buried herself deep in Vivian’s bosom and suckled at her breast.
It had been so long since she’d drunk her milk freely.
Unable to fight the overwhelming drowsiness, Sage let sleep take her.
Her eyelids fluttered shut, and her lips gently released the nipple.
"Sweet dreams, Sage."
Vivian pressed her lips to Sage’s forehead.
The spiders bustled about, drawing the web bed’s curtains closed.
"Yulia."
"Yes, Master Demon King."
Lately, the way Yulia looked at me was anything but normal.
Her once emotionless gaze now burned with a subtle intensity.
Unlike before, when she’d always complain about lacking strength and wouldn’t even attempt it, now she’d occasionally stand there with that strangely aroused expression.
Had watching the hero pleasure me turned her on?
Judging by her demeanor, she was gradually ripening.
Was I finally starting to tap into the full power of the previous Demon King, bit by bit?
‘Seven months left, was it?’
There was still plenty of time.
Better to take it slow and not rush.
‘If I fuck Yulia, she might hand me even tougher quests.’
Delaying the clear a little wouldn’t hurt.
I averted my gaze from Yulia’s aroused lower body and asked,
"How’s it going?"
"Our units are currently assaulting the kingdom army’s key strongholds near Mir City. A full frontal assault is impossible due to our numerical disadvantage."
"What a shame. Truly a shame. What about Amy?"
"She’s infiltrated Mir City disguised among the priestesses. No detailed reports yet, but missionary work is progressing smoothly in the back alleys and slums."
"Not bad."
Just as she finished speaking, Ariana entered.
"You called for me, Master Demon King."
The adventurer who’d become a half-vampire because of me.
Once a thrill-seeking adventurer.
Now, a creature craving blood and semen.
‘The only one who’s still clinging to her humanity.’
Half-vampire.
I couldn’t fathom why she hadn’t evolved into a full vampire.
"Come here."
"Yes, Master Demon King."
I pried open Ariana’s mouth with my fingers as she drew close enough to feel her breath, caressing her fangs.
"Ahh..."
As I brought my fingers to her lips, she instinctively took them in and sucked.
"That good?"
"Yes, Master Demon King."
"Weren’t you upset? That I didn’t make greater use of you on the expedition."
"I was at first, but not anymore. I get to have you all to myself like this."
My fingers slid deeper inside her.
Sweet moans escaped her.
"Ahh... haang."
The distinctive blood scent of an aroused vampire whetted my appetite like aged wine.
"Unlike the others, you’re still half-human."
The next closest was Kina, the sixth-rank mage.
But she hadn’t been a strong human to begin with.
A B-rank adventurer skilled at dungeon clears.
So I had to raise her carefully.
Scouts with real talent were precious. Far rarer than raw combat powerhouses.
"Once you fully become a vampire, I’ll use you even more preciously."
"Thank you, Master Demon King."
Savoring my fingers, she stripped herself and climbed onto my lap.
Her wet pussy rubbed against my thigh, warming it.
Pussy juices leaked out, soaking me.
Her body drew closer with each movement.
Her breasts jiggled, and Ariana began letting out female moans.
"Haa, haa... Master Demon King... Your muscles are so firm, I love it."
Holding Ariana as she rocked her hips on her own, I told Yulia,
"In two days, send Vivian and Sage to Mir."
"Sage isn’t 100% complete yet. Is that alright?"
"She’ll never reach 100% staying in this dungeon. That’s why I’m sending her. It’s time she finds her own path."
"Because of the holy sword?"
"Exactly."
I looked forward to seeing the holy sword break along with the corrupted Sage.
‘I can’t shatter its ego like I did with hers.’
I planned to stain it with human blood through Sage.
Before the holy sword could purify her with its divine power, have Sage corrupt it alongside herself.
Just imagining it...
"Master Demon King, your cock’s getting even harder... Nngh!"
Ariana, embracing me as she took my cock inside her, couldn’t hold back any longer and sank her fangs into my shoulder.
Look at her, getting all worked up.
Sage would find the right path outside the dungeon.
Vivian would guide her well.
The day the blood-soaked holy sword turned into a demonic sword...
The Aslan Kingdom would fall.