Demon King vs. Saintess
Irene had just been reborn as the Great Archdemon after having sex with Jae-hyun.
The Emperor of the Habsburg Empire, Ferdinand, was in a frenzy after being publicly humiliated by his loyal subordinate, the Grand Sage Griffith von Ricardo.
“Kyaaaah!!”
The Emperor of the continent’s strongest empire looked utterly undignified and unbecoming as he clutched his head and screamed. But Ferdinand was no longer in a state to care about such appearances.
Behind him, Griffith knelt on the floor with the loose, vacant expression of a man who had let go of all restraint. The once-elegant grand mage now appeared to be in his forties or fifties, looking ten years older than his true age.
He could not even bring himself to tell the Emperor to maintain his dignity. Instead, he had simply cast a barrier around the room to keep Ferdinand’s screams from echoing outside.
He was the one who had brainwashed Irene in the first place, allowing her to be used by Ferdinand as he wished.
During that process, he had seen every inch of her naked body. Despite his oath of loyalty to the Emperor, he had never had sex with her, but he had thoroughly enjoyed her pussy and anus, tasting and savoring every part of her.
He had suffered in silence, desperately holding back the overwhelming urge to thrust his cock inside her. Although he commanded many beautiful women thanks to his ducal status, none of them could erase the burning craving he felt for Irene’s body.
He was called the Grand Sage, yet he envied Jae-hyun and Irene, who were far superior mages than himself.
That was why he had happily betrayed the Hero and joyfully turned Irene into a sex doll through brainwashing.
But the desire to taste Irene’s beautiful flesh never faded. While researching the corpse of the Demon King Laylana, he found ways to finally satisfy that hunger.
The Demon King Laylana’s body had been preserved exactly as she was when she died—still breathtakingly beautiful, with her red hair and flawless skin.
Though she was one step below Irene in beauty, she possessed a level of elegance that rivaled the Saint Lucretia. Compared to Irene, she was more than enough to stand in the same league.
In fact, Laylana’s beauty was nearly on par with the Vampire Queen Selina and the Dark Elf Queen Lucien, the two most beautiful women in the Demon World. And when compared to the eighteen-year-old Irene, she had been no slouch at all.
But Irene’s beauty had only grown more mature and exquisite in her twenties, surpassing Laylana’s in every way.
Because of that, Griffith had developed a twisted new taste. He no longer simply enjoyed the bodies of living women—he wanted to rape corpses.
After the Hero Jae-hyun had pierced her abdomen with the Holy Sword and killed her, Laylana’s corpse remained perfectly preserved. Her beauty was untouched, and because it belonged to the Demon King herself, her demonic energy was immense.
Simply studying her corpse had dramatically advanced his magic, and he had even discovered ways to further remodel Irene.
While admiring Laylana’s body, he would soothe his desire for Irene by inserting his cock into her pussy and anus, fucking the corpse, and even sleeping with it. He had shown bizarre sexual acts, but at least it had somewhat calmed the hunger he felt for Irene.
The man who had thoroughly tasted and fucked Irene’s anus was Ferdinand, who had suffered the ultimate humiliation of having his own anus pierced. Griffith, who had done the same to him, remembered every detail of his previous actions and was now experiencing the first signs of mental collapse that could break even a great mage’s sanity.
‘A terrifying curse… It really was a curse.’
Griffith recalled his former self. No matter how much he tried to understand how he could have thought such things—even under a curse—he still couldn’t comprehend it.
He had believed it was loyalty. It was loyalty to the Emperor, and refusing it would have meant immediate death as a traitor.
So he had cast a hold magic on Ferdinand and forced him to perform the unspeakable, bizarre, and disgusting act he could never have spoken of in normal circumstances.
“Kyuuu!”
Jae-hyun’s revenge had been devastatingly effective. Both Ferdinand and Griffith were now suffering from the unspeakable, horrifying, and bizarre acts they had inflicted or endured, experiencing true mental collapse.
“Kyuu!”
At that moment, Griffith felt another wave of headache. And the world around him seemed to shift.
“Ah… Yes. I must show my loyalty to His Majesty again… He will be happy if I do.”
As if bewitched, or rather truly possessed, Griffith muttered while staggering across the floor. Ferdinand noticed the abnormality and shouted.
“Kyaaaah! Don’t come! Don’t come!”
His screams were completely blocked by the barrier, so no one could hear them. Instead of enjoying passionate sex with Irene, Ferdinand was suffering terribly once more, allowing him to taste even a fraction of the pain Irene had endured.
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Swoosh!
“……”
Lucretia stared blankly at the radiant light of holy power emanating from her palms. Although she had always possessed it, Jae-hyun had sealed her power, so she had never been able to use it.
But now the seal had been lifted. She could wield holy power perfectly.
Moreover, she could wear clothes again after being cleansed with clean magic. The outfit she wore was a simple white tank top and blue skirt, with no underwear underneath. Yet even the simple act of having something on her body made Lucretia feel an overwhelming wave of emotion.
The beautiful silver-haired saint glowing with holy power looked incredibly sacred. On the opposite side, Irene—the beautiful golden-haired girl with the smile of an unparalleled beauty—watched the scene with a smirk.
“Those disciples really have the eyes of the blind. I wonder why you chose a woman like me as a saint. Maybe you just picked me because of my face and figure.”
Now a Great Archdemon, Irene mocked the god who had chosen her as a saint without the slightest hesitation. She herself was dressed in the exact same white tank top and blue skirt. In fact, she hadn’t copied Lucretia’s outfit—she had simply dressed Lucretia in the same clothes.
And Irene was openly exuding demonic energy from every inch of her body. Since becoming the Great Archdemon, she had never once used her power, so she had wanted this spar with Lucretia to finally feel it for the first time.
Well, more accurately, she had wanted to torment Lucretia under the guise of a spar.
Since Ferdinand and Griffith were still suffering from mental collapse, she wanted to torment Lucretia right in front of her.
Although Lucretia was the target of revenge, she was extremely enjoyable to torment. Irene had never felt deep affection for the other companions, but for Lucretia she had exceptional love and even considered her family. The betrayal by the person she had expected to become family was a far greater pain.
It hurt more to be betrayed by someone you had hoped for than by someone you had never expected.
Therefore, Lucretia had to be tormented even more and made to suffer.
Irene’s vengeful spirit would never stop. As a Great Archdemon, she would never lose her desire for revenge. It was absolute, just like her love and submission to Jae-hyun.
Irene valued Jae-hyun more intensely than he valued her, and his existence meant everything to her. She loved him more than anyone in this world and submitted to him completely, yet revenge took up a significant part of her existence as well.
‘Can I escape?’
Lucretia could guess that Irene was trying to torment her. Now that she had regained her power, she considered the possibility of running.
However, Jae-hyun suddenly appeared beside her and patted her butt, saying:
“Don’t think of running away while shaking that delicious ass. If you do, the demons and monsters that want to eat you will leave only your head for regeneration and start slowly and painfully tearing your butt apart from the beginning.”
In other words, if she tried to escape, she would suffer the agony of being eaten alive by demons and monsters.
Lucretia felt a chill run down her spine and instantly erased the thought of running from her mind.
Moreover, there was no possibility of escape while Jae-hyun was there. Lucretia had resigned herself to being tormented by Irene and thought that at least in her final desperate struggle, she would not attack at all.
Since the pain would be the same anyway, she decided to make at least some small rebellion. But Jae-hyun reached his hand into her skirt and whispered in her ear:
“If you give even a small wound to Irene and she bleeds, I won’t torture you anymore, I won’t let you suffer from monsters anymore, I’ll forgive your sins, and I’ll make you my second wife. I’ll cherish and spoil you endlessly.”
“R-really?”
Lucretia, who had been hanging her head weakly, was startled by Jae-hyun’s words. She lifted her head and asked him, her voice trembling with desperation. She prayed that what she had heard was not a mishearing. To her, who had been in utter despair without any hope, his words were an intense temptation and a ray of hope.
“You heard it correctly. If you give a wound to Irene and she bleeds, I won’t torture you anymore, I won’t let you suffer from monsters anymore, I’ll forgive your sins, and I’ll make you my second wife. I’ll cherish and spoil you endlessly.”
Hope bloomed in Lucretia’s eyes. She knew this might be a cruel hope torture, but humans were creatures that clung desperately to even the slightest hope in despair.
And Lucretia, knowing this, had no choice but to bite the bait. Both Jae-hyun and Irene smiled at her appearance. The saint receiving the smiles of the Demon King and Great Archdemon knew about those smiles but could not abandon even the smallest hope.
‘I’ve become stronger over the past ten years. Jae-hyun, your power is overwhelmingly strong, but Irene isn’t like that, right? It’s true that her talent is terrifying, but even so, for ten years she was no different from a doll. So compared to her talent, she hasn’t grown that much. Therefore, if I, who has become even stronger over ten years, face Irene, I might be able to give her even a small wound.’
Lucretia wanted to believe in the immense holy power she had accumulated as a saint. No, she had to believe it.
Even if the opponent was Laylana or even if Irene’s power was stronger than Laylana’s, if she poured everything into it, she could at least create a small blood droplet.
She believed that, and before the spar, she burned with the will to fight.