Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Demon Army's Legion Commander Sage (Complete)
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The Demon King possessed superhuman stamina.
I had no idea how many times I climaxed.
Even long after our lovemaking ended, my lower belly still burned hot.
I finally understood what true feminine bliss was.
And why Vivian let out those ecstatic moans.
Sage had moaned just like that, too.
I never imagined sex could be this pleasurable.
My heart was still pounding wildly.
No matter how much I tried to calm it, memories of what just happened made it race again.
"Haaah, Demon King."
Sage rested her face against the Demon King's firm chest and let out a sigh of relief.
It felt like being safely enclosed within mighty walls.
A sensation she'd never known as a hero.
She had always been an outsider in the royal castle—the only commoner there.
No one had looked kindly on her, except Bergio.
She was just a hero destined to vanish once the Demon King was defeated.
But the Demon King was different.
He saw her purely as Sage, ignoring her status or profession.
Sage. You're beautiful.
He'd said it while stroking her sweat- and love-juice-smeared body after climaxing inside her countless times.
Those words, spoken while locking eyes, made her heart flutter.
Even thinking about it now sent throbs through her lower belly.
"Hoo, haa."
She took a deep breath to steady herself again.
"Demon King... no, Papa."
When alone with him, she wanted to act spoiled.
"Sage."
"Yes, Papa."
"Shouldn't we leave a mark proving you're mine now?"
"A mark...?"
"Yes. Proof that you belong to me."
"Sure. I'll do anything if it's what Papa wants."
Even if he told her to spread her pussy and serve him again, she could handle it with ease.
The Demon King fastened a red leather collar around her neck.
"This is..."
"It means you belong to me. No one will touch you while you're wearing it. And if anyone dares..."
The Demon King's eyes blazed as he met her gaze.
"They'd better abandon any hope of dying peacefully."
"Thank you, Papa."
Sage stroked the collar around her neck, smiled sweetly, and nestled into his embrace.
"Don't lose it."
"I'll wear it every day. Thank you for the gift."
With her head against his chest, feeling his solid muscles, she drifted off to sleep with soft breaths.
"I love you, Demon King."
The Demon King gently stroked her hair.
"You must be exhausted."
Falling asleep right after sex like that.
His gaze drifted to the tattoo etched on her lower belly.
It was a heart-shaped tattoo unlike any he'd seen before.
Not like a succubus's, nor a dark priestess's.
A hollow, perfect heart on her lower belly.
No patterns inside it.
"What is this?"
His finger traced her lower belly.
"Hnnngh!"
Sage's body twitched, even as she slept soundly with eyes closed.
A mark of her fresh corruption, perhaps.
He'd have to ask someone knowledgeable.
"This is..."
Yulia's eyes widened at the tattoo on Sage's lower belly.
Sage's face flushed with shame as she lifted her shirt to expose it.
"Ugh, I hate this."
She seemed resistant to showing her naked body to another being.
"Just bear with it a little."
I stroked Sage's head reassuringly.
She rubbed her face against my arm like a cat, whimpering with her eyes closed.
"Demon King... Sage is embarrassed..."
Sage never called me Papa around others.
She was starting to learn where it was okay and where it wasn't.
A sign her mind was maturing again.
But referring to herself by name hadn't changed.
A habit born from desperately clinging to her identity as a hero.
It wouldn't vanish easily.
"Do you know what it is?"
Yulia nodded at my question.
"This isn't just any tattoo."
"I figured as much."
"Yes."
"What is it, then?"
"It's proof that a woman who receives Your Majesty's semen can become pregnant."
"She can get pregnant?"
"Yes."
Yulia nodded and continued.
"Your Majesty's semen is so potent it destroys the life force in human wombs—and most other beings'. Pregnancy is virtually impossible."
"I see."
"Ordinary folk cease to exist, becoming part of Your Majesty. Even the strong have their power drained and break down. However..."
Yulia's finger gently traced the tattoo on Sage's lower belly.
"Those with this tattoo possess the strength to withstand even the destructive power of Your Majesty's demonic energy. In other words, with regular intercourse, Your Majesty could sire heirs through the hero."
"Ah..."
At the mention of pregnancy, Sage glanced at me with a shy smile.
"Demon King's baby..."
So that's what this tattoo meant.
"When this empty heart fills completely with red light, it means Your Majesty's heir has been conceived. Since such a precious heir isn't easily born, it's marked clearly like this."
"Hmm."
"Demon King, it says I can have your baby. Our baby."
A child of the Demon King and the hero.
If born, it could upend this world entirely—no needed.
"There's more you want to say."
"Yes. I've never seen such a large empty space. If you wish to impregnate her, it will likely require considerable effort."
Not easy, in other words.
I had no immediate desire for children.
Growing stronger and ravishing women wasn't for building a family.
"Not something we can do right away, then."
"No, it will take time for her vessel to fully mature."
Sage looked especially disappointed at that.
I stroked her head.
"You know you couldn't have sex while pregnant, right?"
"Well... um..."
After agonizing over it, Sage shook her head.
"I don't think I could go without sex."
She wriggled her body as she finished speaking.
"Hnnngh."
"What's wrong?"
"I... I want it so bad..."
Clear love juices trickled down her thighs, her lower belly still exposed.
"In heat?"
"Sorry. But this is your fault, Demon King."
"My fault?"
"You do it too well. That's why. It's not Sage's fault."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Since it's my fault, you want me to fix it?"
"Yes."
"What if I say no?"
"Huh?"
Unprepared for that response, Sage bit her lip.
"That's not right. Vivian said for sure this would work..."
"I'll think about it. But first, there's business to handle."
"The duke matter?"
"Yes."
Duke Volpar.
Supreme Commander of the Aslan Kingdom.
The tragic general who lost an arm and returned with the king's head after defeat.
Time to recruit him.
"Then after... do naughty things with me. I'll practice in the meantime."
Sage straightened her clothes and grabbed my arm.
"I'll consider it."
"Squeeze, you have to think positively, okay?"
"Got it."
I headed to the underground dungeon with Yulia.
Sage rushed off to the spider room to meet Vivian.
Like a child just reaching adulthood.
"Hoo, hoo."
Unrefined, ragged breathing echoed.
Breaths filled with rage and despair, like a beast's, came from beyond the prison bars.
The presence alerted him; a flinch reached the Demon King's sensitive ears.
"Demon King..."
Duke Volpar's voice dripped with resentment.
"Doing well? I wonder if Mir's food suits you."
The bowl of goblin-prepared food was empty.
"Licked it clean."
I kicked the empty bowl aside with my foot.
"Kill me."
"Still on that? Time to give up, no?"
"What use is this old body to you?"
"Precisely because you're sharper than any noble despite your age."
The dull ones were mostly dead.
The few surviving nobles had knelt, pledging loyalty to the Demon Army.
The corrupted hero and beheaded king.
Monsters had occupied the Aslan capital.
Inevitable.
All soldiers who could resist the hero were slain—virtually bloodless entry.
"King's dead, capital fallen. Even the self-proclaimed guardian hero is now the Demon Army's guardian. Time to admit it: Aslan Kingdom lost to the Demon Army."
"...You bastard. Trying to humiliate me?"
"No."
What a stubborn noble.
Do they all close their ears with age?
Smooth out those wrinkles, maybe he'd listen.
"I said it before: Defeated general of a fallen kingdom, or vanguard of a new one."
"..."
"Your mistake killed the king. But the king you must now serve desires you."
Duke Volpar's eyes blazed.
I liked those eyes.
Unyielding fighting spirit.
"Aren't kings and nobles bound by contract? Old contract void with the defaulting king's death. Time for a new one."
"Hoo, hoo."
"I'm offering a chance. To uphold your noble honor."
"How is siding with the Demon King honorable?! Impossible..."
"Or do you want House Volpar erased from maps and history?"
"What?"
"This is my final gentlemanly offer."
"You dare threaten House Volpar...?"
"I sacked the kingdom; a mere duchy is nothing."
"..."
"Decide. Remain the shameful general who doomed his kingdom and house, or become a pillar of the new one."
I extended my hand.
Final offer.
Refuse, and I'd follow through as stated.
Volpar glared into my eyes to the last.
Aslan Kingdom's capital, Aslan.
All nobles gathered at Duke Volpar's letter.
We've reclaimed the capital from the Demon King. Use it as a base to the Demon Army.
The nobles assembled their forces and headed to the capital.
No monsters, as Volpar said—just Volpar troops.
Is Volpar aiming for the throne?
The nobles entering the castle thought so.
If throne was his goal, they'd oppose with every excuse.
But.
"House Volpar nominates His Majesty the Demon King as the new king."
Duke Volpar extended both arms, proclaiming the Demon King's ascension.
Didn't he lose an arm?
"Duke Volpar! Betraying the kingdom?!"
"With no royal left, we forged a new contract."
"Vile human traitor! Nominating the Demon King?!"
"What madness?!"
Curses erupted.
Some drew swords, decrying Volpar's failure to avenge the royals.
"The tide has turned. Surrender and..."
"Bullshit!"
Siding with the Demon King when humans could barely unite?
Incomprehensible.
"Doesn't sound like bullshit."
A sinister voice boomed through the hall.
A deep, commanding tone seizing all attention.
Nobles turned toward the source.
There.
Sage approached with a red leather collar around her neck, the Demon King at her side.
"Any oppose my ascension as Aslan Kingdom's king?"
No one dared speak.