Irene, the Human Maiden
Ferdinand's confession of the forced impregnation and the resulting pregnancy had already reached Irene's ears. She smiled—not with the smug satisfaction of a victor, but with the quiet, knowing smile of one who had long since seen every consequence unfold.
"It turned out well," she said softly, as if commenting on the weather. "That man was far too foolish to leave such matters to chance."
With that, Irene gently tightened the muscles deep inside her body. The white dress she wore concealed everything, yet her rear had been meticulously prepared for this very purpose over the years. It now pulsed with a quiet, insistent need, eager to receive whatever its master chose to offer.
At that very moment, her mind raced straight to the Demon King's Castle. The instant she stepped through its gates, she would have Jae-hyun. She would finally feel the overwhelming pressure of his cock, the thick, relentless thrusts that had once been denied her for a decade. She would erase the last lingering traces of Ferdinand's violation by replacing them with the memory of being truly taken by the man she loved.
"Let's go straight to the Demon King's Castle the moment we arrive," Jae-hyun murmured, his voice low and certain as he ran one large hand over the impossibly soft swell of her breast, then the other, tracing the hypnotic curve of her ass. "And after that... I'll turn you into a true demon."
"A demon? Brother, you intend to make me a succubus?"
Irene answered without the slightest hesitation. Her voice remained calm, almost affectionate, as if she were simply discussing the weather again.
"I will," Jae-hyun confirmed, sliding his hand beneath her skirt to grip the bare flesh of her plump rear. "Once you become a demon, you will return to the body of an eighteen-year-old virgin, exactly as it was before the last ten years."
"Eighteen..."
Irene's blue eyes, still carrying the luminous innocence of her youth, dimmed with a distant, bittersweet sorrow. The smile she offered was not triumphant. It was the smile of a woman who had finally accepted the passage of time—and the weight of what she had lost.
She had killed Seria to wash away some of the guilt, yet the memories remained vivid: the feel of Ferdinand's cock forcing its way into her body, the shame, the violation. Now she wondered if returning to her eighteen-year-old form would truly heal those wounds or simply reopen them.
"Brother... even if my body is as filthy as it is now, can it truly be restored to its maiden state?"
She lifted her beautiful face, gazing at him with such raw, desperate longing that anyone who met those eyes would have felt their breath catch. The face of the continent's most beautiful empress—pure, unadorned, and heartbreakingly flawless—had not looked so human since she was a girl.
"I've never seen that expression from you before," Jae-hyun thought, staring at her in quiet wonder. "Not once."
He had seen her desperate, eager gaze during their dates, during the times she prepared gifts for him, waiting for his approval. But this... this was different. This was a woman in her late twenties, sorrowfully broken, yet still reaching out to him with everything she had left.
It mirrored the man he had once been—the broken human who had torn himself apart with betrayal and despair and chosen the path of the Demon King. Irene had become something very much like that as well.
And yet, even as the Demon King, he accepted the way she treated him. Because he, too, missed the old days. Not just the fact of being human, but the specific happiness he had shared with her—those stolen moments that now felt like another lifetime.
"Restoring your maidenhood is simple," Jae-hyun said, brushing his thumb across her cheek. "Once you become a demon, you will return to eighteen, body and soul. Do not worry."
Irene let out a soft, relieved laugh.
"Jae-hyun oppa, please don't be so formal. You used to speak casually like this. Just like before."
The tension in her shoulders eased slightly. She had grown calmer, steadier. Jae-hyun pulled her into his arms, pressing her soft breasts against his chest.
"This is how it's always been between us, Irene. Ten long years of waiting... this is what feels right."
"...Yes. I understand."
Her reply carried the faintest trace of reluctance, as if she were still fighting to accept the new reality, but she nodded anyway.
"One more thing, oppa. The stories from Earth... the ones I never got to hear. Could I listen to them now?"
Jae-hyun fell silent for a moment, recalling the nights he had once sat by her side and told her everything about Earth—its cities, its lights, its ridiculous yet endearing customs, his family back on that distant planet.
"It's been a while since I told you those tales," he said at last. "It doesn't sound like a bad idea. All right."
Irene smiled, a small, genuine curve of her lips that reminded him of the woman he had fallen in love with long ago.
"Thank you. I'm glad."
"Glad?"
She leaned back just enough to meet his eyes, her smile soft and radiant.
"Because even though I'm still human right now, once I become a demon I'll only be able to listen like a demon. So being able to speak to you as a human, through a human's eyes... I think that's the happiest thing right now."
Jae-hyun's red eyes narrowed, then softened.
"Indeed."
"And this place... is it uncomfortable?"
Irene placed her hand gently over his chest, right above his heart. Even though his body had changed, the location remained the same. His pulse still beat steadily beneath her palm.
"You would know," he said with quiet amusement. "You always understood me better than anyone."
"No matter how much has changed, Jae-hyun oppa is still Jae-hyun. Heh. Once I become a demon, will my heart feel hollow too?"
"Not at all. You will simply become a demon. I will remain the Demon King."
"I remember you saying once that your family back home consists of only three people—your mother, an older sister, and a younger sister. You became the hero, trained yourself to the limits of your strength, all for them."
"My father died when I was young. After that, I was the only man left in the house."
Jae-hyun spoke slowly, sharing memories of his life on Earth and the path he had taken after becoming the Demon King. Twenty minutes passed. Irene listened intently, her eyes never leaving his face.
"But, Jae-hyun oppa... are you truly going to open the Gate by sacrificing one hundred million souls?"
"Do you pity them?"
"Hmm... No. Not at all. Back then I might have said yes. But now? I couldn't. The world itself feels so wrong."
Her voice was light, almost playful, yet something ancient and vengeful simmered beneath it. The once-pure girl who had once been admired as the continent's greatest beauty had been thoroughly corrupted by the world's cruelty.
Her clear blue eyes now held a cold, piercing sharpness that could make even strong men look away.
***
Demon King's Castle.
"Aaaah! Aaaah! S-Stop! Please, stop!"
Lucretia screamed in a voice torn apart by agony, silver hair disheveled, body arched in the dogeza position while Baros's thick cock was buried balls-deep inside her.
"You bitch! You wretched bitch!"
Baros, the Incubus King, grinned with dark delight as he savored the moment, thrusting deep and hard. Lucretia's body was truly exquisite—perfect in every curve, her scent sweet and intoxicating. Every hole was a masterpiece, shaped for endless, endless pleasure and pain.
"Stupid girl," Baros sneered. "If you had stayed still, the Demon King might have forgiven you. He might have kept you by his side, pampering you like a pet. Heh heh heh~"
Lucretia was beautiful—more so, perhaps, than Irene. But beauty meant nothing when it came to the Demon King. She had betrayed him, and betrayal meant eternal suffering.
Baros considered himself lucky. Thanks to her, he could enjoy every inch of her pussy and ass as he wished.
Jae-hyun had not wanted Lucretia to enjoy the sex. That was why Baros had been granted full freedom with his tastes. He had deliberately sharpened his cock with countless ridges and spines. Every thrust tore the delicate flesh, filling her with fire. The pain was exquisite.
"Waaah! Aaaah! It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Lucretia sobbed and screamed, tears streaming down her face, but no one came to her aid. The demons and beasts around her simply watched, licking their lips, murmuring in appreciation at the spectacle of the Holy Maiden's suffering.
Her body suddenly convulsed.
"Aaaaaah!!!"
Baros's cock had suddenly swelled even larger, the spines now deeper, piercing her more viciously. Lucretia collapsed completely, strength leaving her legs.
"What a sight."
A familiar voice echoed from the side. Lucretia lifted her tear-streaked face, and her eyes widened in shock.