The Saintess Who Claims to Be the Demon King's Slave
While Ji-ho had briefly halted his advance to rest, Lucretia and Seria had already completed their return to the Demon King's Castle.
"It's the Saintess."
"The Saintess."
"Ooh, look at that ass. Those short shorts hug the curve so well it looks like she's swaying her hips with every step."
"I've only fucked that bitch's asshole once, but damn, it was tight as hell. Compared to her hole, every other woman's holes—front or back—don't even feel like real holes."
"So that's why you're always jerking off thinking about her."
"Shit, bingo. Khh~ Can't wait for my turn with that bitch to come around again soon."
Even as she walked through the Demon King's Castle, Lucretia had to endure the filthy talk the passing demons and humans aimed at her. But after having sex with males numbering in the four digits, without regard for species, Lucretia had already been used far too roughly to feel shame over mere dirty talk of that level.
"Popular, aren't you? Well, to the demons you're currently the tastiest meal around, and to the humans you're the most beautiful of their own kind."
Seria said, looking Lucretia up and down in all her beauty.
"Half a month ago I would have been burning with jealousy and inferiority over not being as beautiful as Irene—but now it doesn't matter. I've cast off that empty delusion."
Lucretia said it with a bitter smile.
It felt as though an enormous stretch of time had passed, yet the fact that only about half a month had gone by since her reunion with Jae-hyun still refused to sink in. In truth, that was all the time that had elapsed.
Even so, Lucretia still remembered with vivid clarity the way she had howled in agony and begged to be made a whore if only it would free her from the pain. She remembered, too, how desperately she had craved even the smallest scrap of Jae-hyun's attention.
No matter how much she suffered, no matter how much she was tormented, no matter how much hatred was poured on her—resentment toward him could take root, but hatred never would. She still loved him. She still wanted to be his wife.
Even now she had not entirely cast off her greed. At twenty years old, consumed by jealousy that Irene was the one Jae-hyun loved most, she had committed a crime that could never be forgiven without ten thousand years of penance. She had betrayed Jae-hyun and tried to have him killed so that no one could have him, and she had arranged for Irene to be subjected to Ferdinand's horrific violation—acts so cruel that even now the memory of them made her flinch.
For more than ten years she had not regretted it. Or rather, she had kept telling herself she did not regret it, as if brainwashing herself. But under torture the pain had grown so unbearable that she had begun to regret that betrayal. And once the regret started, everything became something to regret; the mistake born of excessive greed cut her to the bone.
Now, no matter how many women Jae-hyun took, she meant not to be jealous. Or at least, she meant to try not to be. She would simply wait for the day he might someday forgive her, make her his woman, and show her even a little affection—offering him absolute loyalty and obedience in the meantime. That was the path she had chosen, and the only thing that still allowed her any hope.
Foolish as it was, it was precisely because she clung to that distant, fragile hope that Lucretia could still find the strength to go on amid endless despair.
"Hmm~"
Seria watched Lucretia with a peculiar look in her eyes. By the time they reached the door to Jae-hyun's chamber, a soft smile had touched her lips.
"We've arrived. His Majesty the Demon King is waiting, so let us go in."
"Yes."
Unlike Seria, who was completely dominated and bound in subordination to Jae-hyun, Lucretia offered him loyalty and obedience—but she was not of the dark forces, and so she was not dominated by Jae-hyun in his capacity as Demon King. She was simply offering her loyalty of her own free will to Jae-hyun as the Hero, master of the Holy Sword.
Creeeak!
When Seria opened the door, Lucretia's heart hammered at the mere thought of seeing his face. Expectation at the sight of the one she loved set her pulse racing wildly.
The door swung wide. Seria and Lucretia stepped inside at once, then moved aside and took in the sight of Jae-hyun seated in a chair with his wife Irene and his concubines. They approached him without delay.
"You're here."
As they came before him, Jae-hyun rose from his seat. Seria dropped to her knees and bowed her head; Lucretia moved to follow, about to kneel and lower her own head. But Jae-hyun stopped her, catching her arm so that she could not bow.
"Enough. Stay as you are."
"Yes..."
Lucretia nodded, her face faintly dazed and flushing red. The fact that Jae-hyun was holding her arm and standing right in front of her set her heart pounding like mad. Coming back from fighting so hard only made it worse.
"Your clothes are rather soaked in blood."
Jae-hyun said, looking at Lucretia's top. She had cleaned the blood from her body at once with the purifying power of holy energy, but she had deliberately left the blood on her clothes.
She knew perfectly well that to Jae-hyun, who had become a demon, a human woman like herself was delicious food. Even Irene, now his wife, had been seen as a tasty meal back when she was still human; Lucretia remembered Irene herself grumbling about that after becoming a demon. Irene always looked at her the way one looks at a mouthwatering dish, and Lucretia knew that the scent of a Saintess's blood smelled especially sweet to demons—so she had left the blood on her clothes on purpose.
Slurp!
Sounds of people licking their lips reached her ears. Irene and Selina in particular were visibly swallowing their saliva.
"So you wanted to look appetizing."
Jae-hyun saw through Lucretia's intent at once, and his hand settled on her backside. Feeling his palm rest atop the denim hot pants covering her ass, Lucretia gave a small shiver of anticipation.
I want it.
The moment Jae-hyun's hand landed on her rear, Lucretia found herself wishing he would caress her there and toy with her body however he pleased. She began to hope he would kiss her and thoroughly explore every inch of her.
"Looks like you want to have sex with me."
Having sensed that Lucretia's body was already heating up, Jae-hyun spoke in a cold voice. The chill in his tone made her flinch, but she nodded all the same.
"Yes. I want to. I want it so badly."
"Still no regrets about living as my slave for ten thousand years?"
At his question, Lucretia first pressed herself against him, nestling into his arms. She tensed, half-afraid he would push her away—but fortunately Jae-hyun did not stop her from clinging to him, and she was able to settle into his embrace. Still held against him, she answered.
"I don't regret it."
There was not the slightest hesitation in her reply. Jae-hyun muttered under his breath.
"As I thought—you're a bitch who needs to be broken in. Better to train you and teach you your place than treat you gently."
Lucretia said nothing and simply kept silent.
Jae-hyun pulled her out of his arms and gave her an order.
"Lucretia. First, take off every scrap of clothing you're wearing and throw it aside."
"Yes."
The instant the command left his mouth, the Saintess—loyal slave of the Demon King—stripped without a moment's hesitation. She began by peeling off the blood-soaked tank top and casting it aside, then undid the button of her hot pants herself, pulled down the zipper, and threw them off as well.
Naturally she had worn nothing underneath, so her bare, snow-white body was fully revealed, glossy and gleaming where her own love juices had been smeared across her skin.
"No matter how many times I see it, what a truly beautiful body."
Irene stepped up beside Jae-hyun, pressed close to him, and spoke as she gazed at Lucretia's naked form.
Irene's blue eyes met Lucretia's blue eyes. The voice of the continent's foremost beauty, praising the beauty of the continent's second, was thick with pride in her own superior loveliness—clearly the praise of one who stood above, condescending to compliment the one below.
"Irene. You strip too."
Jae-hyun stroked the backside of the woman beside him as he ordered her to undress as well.
"Yes."
Irene's outfit at present was identical to Lucretia's—a pure white tank top and denim hot pants. She, too, seemed to have smeared love juices over herself; her snow-white thighs, slender limbs, the cute navel and waist of her abdomen, and the most beautiful face in the world all gleamed slickly here and there.
While Lucretia had been fighting Ji-ho's party, Irene had dressed in the same clothes and put herself in the same state. Radiating a lewd fragrance every bit as potent as Lucretia's, Irene was utterly seductive. She gave her golden hair a light toss and swiftly stripped off her tank top and denim hot pants until she stood naked.
The moment her clothes hit the floor, Irene went straight to Lucretia, pulled her into an embrace, and covered her lips.
"Mmph!"
At Irene's kiss Lucretia's eyes widened slightly and she seemed about to struggle—but she soon obediently offered her tongue and answered the kiss with active eagerness.
"You carried out your work diligently, so the promise should be kept. Irene—spoil Lucretia to your heart's content."
"Yes. Understood."
Irene paused the kiss just long enough to answer Jae-hyun, then resumed kissing Lucretia. The continent's foremost beauty and its second beauty, golden hair and silver hair swaying, clung naked to each other and shared a kiss—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Just like that, Jae-hyun had foisted onto Irene the part of his promise to Lucretia about spoiling her. He still had no intention of giving Lucretia what she truly wanted.
Jae-hyun turned his gaze from Lucretia and Irene toward Seria.
"Just as I poured the Holy Sword's blessing into Lucretia to strengthen her, I poured the Demonic Sword's blessing into you to strengthen you as well. How is your body's performance now?"
At his question, Seria—who had been kneeling with her head bowed—lifted her face, smiled cutely, and answered.
"It's still a bit awkward because I'm young, but it's quite serviceable. The body Your Majesty the Demon King gave me has more than enough talent. I'll be able to accomplish whatever the Demon King desires."
"...I see. I'm glad it suits you. I'll make sure you get to watch when I take my full revenge on Ferdinand and Griffith."
At Jae-hyun's promise, Seria smiled coldly.
"Yes. Be sure to show me. I truly want to see those two cursed bastards suffer. Heh heh heh. The original owner of this body is desperately hoping for it as well."
Seria's soul, now knowing everything, had despaired upon learning that her birth had been unblessed, that she could never be loved by her mother, and that she existed only as an object of hatred. And so she had become part of another being—a new existence different from the Seria who had been.
The Great Archdemon Irene had claimed the sealed powers of the Demon World and become the strongest existence short of the Demon King Jae-hyun himself; her power surpassed even that of the Saintess Lucretia with the Wings of the Goddess unfurled. And Seria's power now ranked just below Irene's—on par with the Saintess Lucretia when she spread the Wings of the Goddess. She, too, was a being born of the hatred and thirst for vengeance sown by Ferdinand and Griffith.
After Jae-hyun and Irene, Ferdinand and Griffith had unwittingly created yet another formidable demon.
Slurrrp!
"Haaah..."
And so the Saintess Lucretia—the most sacred woman in the Intermediate World—lay naked, moaning as the Great Archdemon Irene's tongue caressed every part of her body, an utterly obscene spectacle, while proclaiming herself the Demon King's slave.
Ji-ho and his companions would have to fight enemies this strong.