Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Goddamn, Those Tits I Want to Fuck So Bad
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I gazed at Yulia, her body draped in a towel.
Even with that white towel covering her from chest to thighs, the curves of her figure were still on full display.
If anything, the covering made her shine even brighter.
It was a sensually captivating body that drew admiration without effort.
And then there were the parts the towel couldn't quite hide—the deep cleavage and elegant collarbone peeking out.
She had every single erotic trigger point covered.
The idea of a woman like this scrubbing my back for me...
I felt my submerged lower half stiffen right up.
"Is this... displeasing to you?"
"No, it's not that. Just... a bit sudden."
I hadn't even considered that this world might have a culture of back-scrubbing. It caught me off guard.
"You've been through so much since waking on your very first day. This is the least I can do for you as your servant, my Demon King. Please don't refuse."
"Well, if you put it that way."
A lot had happened since day one.
The summoning, wiping out those adventurers and absorbing their power, shaping the dungeon inside and out...
I wasn't exactly exhausted, but it had been a hectic day.
Handing myself over to her didn't sound half bad.
"Turn around, please. I'll scrub you myself."
"Got it."
I stepped out of the water.
Yulia caught sight of my rock-hard cock and averted her eyes with visible effort.
Part of me felt embarrassed, but I didn't let it show.
I was the Demon King, after all. Had to keep up appearances.
There was no need to be ashamed of my raging erection.
If anyone should be embarrassed, it was Yulia, not me.
She'd walked in on me bathing fair and square—who's the one who should feel awkward?
Thud, thud. I strode confidently toward her and turned, offering my back.
"Th-then... I'll get started."
Yulia cleared her throat and began wiping down my back with a soapy cloth.
I savored the softness of the foam against the cloth's rough texture, feeling every motion of her hands.
I couldn't see her expression from behind, but damn, she had skills.
"You're pretty good at this. Did you used to do it for me back before the seal?"
"...Yes, I did."
"I see."
"You liked it. Having your back scrubbed like this."
"Hm. Fair enough."
No wonder the Demon King loved baths.
Who wouldn't with service like this?
"Good."
"Thank you."
As she quietly scrubbed, Yulia spoke up.
"Do you have any plans going forward, my lord?"
"Nothing set in stone."
For now, checking quests and getting a read on our situation came first.
No point rushing outside the dungeon recklessly.
And with that, our conversation lapsed.
Swish, swish, swish.
The only sound was the soapy cloth gliding over my back, softly echoing through the bath.
"How's the body feeling? Adjusting well?"
"Adjusting? It's not bad."
Even though I'd possessed the Demon King's body, nothing felt off.
If anything, it was familiar—like it had always been mine.
Like slipping into perfectly tailored clothes.
Silence settled again.
I asked Yulia as she poured water over my back.
"Have you been managing this dungeon all alone from the time I was sealed until now?"
"Yes."
"Must've been tough."
"Not at all. It's only natural as your servant, my Demon King."
"I see."
Just talking to her, I could feel her loyalty radiating.
Dedication.
No word captured her demeanor better.
I was impressed by how she'd managed the dungeon solo, remembered the Demon King's love for baths, and prepared the bathhouse accordingly.
"Thanks."
"......"
No reply.
But I didn't press. Didn't turn around.
No need to.
"...For the finale, I'll use a special technique."
Yulia's voice trembled as she spoke.
"Special technique?"
"Whatever you do, don't turn around."
Shh...
I heard the towel slip off.
I knew exactly what that sound meant without looking.
The towel that had been covering Yulia's body.
It had fallen.
"Don't turn around, no matter what."
A soft, warm sensation pressed against my back.
The feeling brushing my spine was like kneading plush marshmallows.
Her breasts.
She'd ditched the towel, soaped up her tits, and was rubbing them against my back.
So this was the special service.
Didn't see that coming.
Succubus through and through.
Fuck this bitch.
Someone's gonna die without fucking you, and here you are teasing like this?
Every instinct screamed to grab her arm and pin her down right then, but I held back.
I knew I wasn't strong enough yet.
"Hah, hah."
Amid the silky breast flesh, I felt the faint drag of cloth.
She hadn't stripped completely, at least.
"Feeling good?"
"Yeah. Honestly."
My cock was twitching like it might explode.
"Good... ngh... glad to hear."
Her breath on my nape grew ragged, her moans louder.
"My Demon King, my Demon King, my Demon King..."
She was calling my name, but not really speaking to me.
Probably invoking the pre-seal Demon King.
So I stayed silent.
Yulia's actions were for me, sure—but also for herself.
I had no idea what her relationship with the old Demon King was, but she was clearly serving me while lost in memories of him.
"Nngh!!"
A faint tremor rippled from behind.
Moments later, Yulia stood, pouring warm water over my back to rinse the soap.
"Hah, hah... It's... done."
She forced the words out.
I kept facing forward and asked her.
Whoa, those tits are fucking huge.
Drenched in water and soap.
Bubbles clinging to that pale skin.
I wanted to lick every last one off.
Calm down.
Screw this up, and I'll be the one dying.
"Do you need essence?"
"Pardon?"
"Didn't you tell me? That if we fucked, you'd drain my energy."
"......"
"Running low? Been too long stuck here without a man's yang energy?"
"N-no, it's not that."
I recalled what she'd said when that "fuck Yulia" quest popped up.
If I took her, she'd absorb my energy.
Best to hold off until I could control it.
And now here she was, overcome by her own lust.
"If you want it, I'll give you my body."
Better than her turning me on like this when she'd refused before.
One fuck and get sucked dry? Fine by me.
Annoying if I died from it, though.
Not like I'd actually croak, right?
"Didn't expect you'd advertise yourself like this."
"Th-that's not it. I just thought you'd like it."
"Doesn't matter. But if it's not genuine, don't bother. I don't take my subordinates lightly."
If she was approaching me out of lingering affection for the previous Demon King, I wouldn't entertain it.
We were different beings—pre-seal and now.
"I'm sorry."
"I won't pry into what we were before the seal. But if you're projecting your old feelings onto me because of that, I can't keep you as my subordinate."
I didn't know their history. Not my business.
But dragging that into this because we shared a body? Unpleasant.
"I'm sorry."
"Go. I'll finish up alone."
"Yes......"
I listened as Yulia grabbed a towel from my back and left.
Hm.
Now, how do I calm this dick down?
Yulia stepped out of the bath and smacked her own forehead.
"I'm insane. Insane."
Why did I do that?
I must be crazy.
All I wanted was to help my Demon King relax after entering the bath.
I worried he might be tired after just waking. As his subordinate, I wanted to assist him.
No ulterior motives.
Even as a succubus, I had reason. If I pounced wrong, it could harm him before he was fully ready.
But the moment I saw his rigid erection.
The moment I heard him say I'd suffered, that he was grateful...
I couldn't hold back.
A selfish urge to serve him more surged up.
So I tried a "special" way to comfort him.
Problem was, I ended up enjoying it more.
'He misunderstood.'
Thought I was using him as a sex toy while pining for the previous Demon King.
That's why he got upset.
She knew the pre-seal Demon King and this one were different.
Speech, eyes, gestures—nothing alike.
Yet she'd still rubbed against him.
Succubus instinct.
The drive to cling to the strong and claim their essence.
'I thought he was still weak, freshly awakened.'
His presence was overwhelmingly powerful—more than she'd expected.
Enough to shatter her restraint, make her grind without thinking.
Maybe he was far stronger than she imagined.
"I'm such an idiot."
Aah.
How do I make up for this mistake?
Yulia's worries only deepened.
"Don't......"
Amy watched the two before her coupling once more today.
Williams and Andy had her bound to a chair, proudly devouring each other's sexes like it was a show.
"Williams... I can do it better, me... Better than that woman..."
"Ignore her. Williams. Weak bitch's nonsense."
"Andy, you're all I see. Don't worry."
Aah.
Don't.
I'll give up now, so please.
Stop showing me this.
We were a good party.
Why.
Why do you keep doing this?
Amy had forgotten they were long dead.
Trapped in this realm so long, she couldn't tell illusion from the comrades' deaths she'd witnessed.
In the visions, she believed every scene was real.
Her devout faith was gone.
Her party's trust.
The love she'd hidden in her heart.
Her god's powerlessness in aiding her even now.
What she'd thought absolute was shattered beyond repair.
Only the necklace with her holy symbol remained, proof she'd once been a priestess.
What good was that?
Powerless as she was in this hell.
"Stop it now. I don't... want to see any more."
Tears flowed.
Her will crumbled.
"Don't like it? How about this then?"
Suddenly, Andy appeared beside her, kissing her nape.
How?
She'd been tied to the chair just moments ago, fucking Williams on the bed?
That Andy was still entwined with him.
So who was this one next to her?
"Amy, I'm disappointed. It's me, Andy. Your comrade. Forgot me already?"
"N-no. You're clearly..."
"That's not Andy. Look. Andy wouldn't fuck Williams."
"Wh-what?"
"Right? We're comrades."
Her mind wouldn't turn.
Andy here, Andy there.
But it didn't feel wrong.
She was right—that woman screwing Williams couldn't be Andy.
Of course not.
"And the one fucking Williams? That's you."
"What're you talking about?"
"Look. Over there."
Andy kissed her nape again, and her head turned.
On the bed she saw...
"Hah, hah. Brother Williams, feel good? My tight priestess pussy."
"Love it, Amy. But... is this okay?"
"Doesn't matter. My god's not up there anymore..."
The Amy fucking Williams stabbed a finger into his heart.
"He's right here. Hah, hah."
"God, huh. Rings nice. Heh."
Williams's hips sped up.
The Amy on the bed gasped under his rough thrusts.
"Hah, hah. Too good! Send me off. To heaven! Williams!"
Amy found that version of herself beautiful.
"See? That's you. The one moaning up there."
"Yeah... it's me. That's me..."
Not some vulgar bitch like Andy. Me.
Sublime and devout.
A priestess brimming with faith.
A lewd, greedy priestess.
"So pretty."
"Yeah, pretty."
Andy whispered in her ear as her fingers delved into more intimate spots.
Breasts, waist, navel, hips, and...
"But y'know."
"Hah, hah. Nngh!"
"That guy... really Williams?"
"Nngh!"
Is he Williams?
Yes. That's Williams. Our party leader, sturdy warrior. Protecting us...
"Look again. For real."
Through pleasure-glazed eyes, she peered at the bed.
And there...
A demon ravaged her pussy.
"Aah, my god. Your cock feels too good. Gonna die. Gonna cum!! Hngh!!!"
Amy rode the demon atop him, shaking her hips herself.
Looks amazing.
I want him all to myself.
Like that me over there—panting, impaled deep on his cock, blissful.
"See? Not Williams."
"Not... Williams...?"
But.
Who was Williams again?