Properly Educating the Haughty Demon (1)
Let's take a moment to sort out the situation. I'd definitely answered Ekaterina's summons and approached her room at midnight. But waiting for me was a muscular woman dressed in scandalously skimpy slingshot armor. And what she said while pinning me to the floor was something I couldn't easily accept.
"Th-that's... Ekate... no, Hecate? Could you calm down a bit first?"
"I am calm. And right now, I'm making you a serious proposal."
"Ah, yeah, I get that... but no matter how I think about it, it's hard to keep up with what's happening."
"...I suppose so. It must be bewildering to suddenly face something like this."
Fortunately, even if her appearance had changed, her haughty demeanor remained the same. At least she didn't seem hostile—that was a relief. As I was thinking that, she continued in a more amiable tone.
"If there's anything from my explanation that you don't understand, please tell me. I'll answer as sincerely and thoroughly as I can, within my power..."
"Ah, yeah, then..."
Ahem. Clearing my throat, I immediately directed a question at her.
"You said you're part of the Demon King's army—what exactly is that?"
"It means the forces that once served the one called the Demon King. The main members were demons like me, and they were destroyed after losing the war against humans a hundred years ago."
Demons who served the Demon King—this world had demons in its lore, huh. And it fell apart a century ago? Did that mean Hecate was at least over a hundred years old? She didn't look that old on the outside... No, let's set that aside for now. What mattered wasn't her age, but her intentions in revealing her true form to me.
"Hmm, so that secret society. You called it Restaurant or something?"
"It's Resistance."
"Ah, right, Resistance... What do they do?"
"After the Demon King's army fell apart, remnants like me made contact and formed the organization. Currently, we're infiltrating various parts of the kingdom for a future revolution, engaging in sabotage and intelligence gathering."
"For a revolution...? So you're rebels raising arms against the kingdom?"
"...You could put it that way."
Rebellion. The word itself carried a heavy negative connotation. Sure, successful rebellions got repackaged as noble revolutions in history books, but in reality, they were acts akin to war—overthrowing the system by force. Such destructive behavior felt utterly distant to a regular guy like me.
"Then why the revolution...? You said the Demon King's army was annihilated by humans—is this for revenge?"
"...Revenge."
Hecate paused at my words. After that brief silence, she spoke in a measured voice.
"Certainly, there are demons who aim for that. We lost our homeland and our lord in the war with humans, and the remnants are just scraping by, hiding in human society."
It was a perfectly valid reason for revenge. But she showed no emotional fluctuation. She stated it objectively, like noting a simple fact.
"But that's not the case for me. The clash between humans and demons back then was inevitable, and as a warrior, I simply wasn't good enough to lead us to victory... Making excuses after losing a fight with all my strength would be unworthy of a warrior."
Cold, resigned. That's how Hecate viewed the past, and I could vaguely sense she wasn't lying. At the very least, her lack of hatred for humans was genuine.
"But even accepting defeat and hiding in human society, there are social conditions we demons find utterly unacceptable."
And now came the reason why she, without malice, had no choice but to become a revolutionary. Sensing that, I asked her in a tense voice.
"Unacceptable social conditions...?"
"I'm talking about a situation where victims like you are inevitable."
She answered immediately, staring straight at me. Her gaze was the most serious yet.
"Using men as gladiatorial slaves for entertainment is a taboo in demon society that should never happen. Men are wiser and more magnanimous than women... That's why they deserve protection from strong women, allowing them to embrace more people and lead groups effectively."
"Men... lead groups?"
"Yes. In demon society, women have always protected and supported men. Even our late Demon King was the same..."
As she said that, Hecate's expression darkened briefly. It must have been a memory of something unpleasant from the past. Clenching her fist as if frustrated, she continued belatedly.
"But after losing the war and infiltrating human society, we faced things unimaginable in demon society. Like you—men who should be protected being treated as sacrifices for women's pleasure."
Sacrifices for pleasure. That hit home for me. In the arena alone, countless people had eagerly awaited my rape or cheered when I publicly raped someone.
"Women must protect men, the relatively weaker sex... That's common sense even in human society, but at its root lies a view that looks down on men. Dignity is guaranteed only for the upper class with power and wealth; the rest serve others or sell their bodies just to survive."
Men who, despite being men, truly possess the qualifications to lead women... Hecate muttered, slamming her fist into the wall again. The room shook with a heavy thud, the blow radiating absurd strength. As I froze, she regained her composure, knelt to my level, and continued.
"Adrian. I want to save you."
Her words so far rang true, and this showed her sincerity toward me.
"I want to punish that foolish lord who defiles men deserving protection for her city's prosperity, protect you as a victim of this society, and borrow your wisdom and insight to more easily achieve our Resistance's ideals."
With that declaration, she relaxed her clenched fist and extended her hand to me.
"Please take this hand and join me."
"......"
Silently, I stared at her outstretched hand. I'd roughly figured out why she'd approached me, but that didn't mean I could accept her proposal right away—too many hurdles.
Accepting would make me a criminal rebel against the kingdom, stripping away the luxuries I'd enjoyed under Renes. Worse, joining the Resistance would turn me against women like Helia and Martina who'd given me their hearts. No matter how keenly I'd felt men's rights being trampled under Renes, I was still just a commoner at heart—rebellion was too big a leap.
"Um, sorry, but..."
Yeah, rationally, this wasn't a decision to make on the spot. I wanted time to think, but before I could ask for it, her hand seized my collar.
"Truly sorry, but you have no choice."
"Wh-what do you... Gahk!"
She yanked me up and slammed me against the wall, glaring. I reflexively grabbed her hand with both of mine, but it was like gripping an iron stake—immovable. I understood immediately. I couldn't beat this woman.
"I revealed my identity to sincerely recruit you. I can't risk giving you time; my cover could be blown. I won't let you leave without a firm commitment to join the Resistance."
Wait, dismissing my options without warning was too merciless, wasn't it? As I trembled in confusion, she reached roughly toward my lower body with her open hand.
"So, until I hear the answer I want, I'll torture you."
"T-torture?"
"Though using violence against a man is unacceptable for a demon or warrior, there are many ways to make someone submit without violence."
Rip. Her hand tore my pants away. My cock, still erect from eyeing her body, sprang up, and her eyes widened briefly.
"This is..."
Her reaction was subdued, but shock was evident. Probably less embarrassing than my pants suddenly being stripped off, though.
"Hey, staring so openly is embarrassing."
"Ah, my apologies. It's just... on a completely different level from the male organs I knew."
At least she hadn't abandoned manners despite declaring she'd make me submit. But that didn't mean what followed wouldn't be harsh.
"...You've been using this thing to comfort that vile lord's knights until now."
Muttering bitterly at the reality, she reached for my cock. Anxiety mixed with anticipation surged in me. A woman reaching for a man's dick meant that.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"I don't want to give you any worse memories if possible... But there's no more effective way to make you submit without violence."
Was she planning to jerk me off right here until I gave in? Sure, sexual torture counted as torture, but for me, it was more welcome than submission-worthy.
Her haughty look, combined with the firm, voluptuous body exposed by the slingshot armor... She was a walking embodiment of arousal. Her touching my cock would be insanely hot.
Yeah, that's what I thought—until.
Crunch!
When her hand gripped my cock, intense pain shot through me, tensing every muscle.
"Gaaargh!?!?"
A scream more agony than moan. Even hearing it, Hecate stayed composed, swinging her hand.
"That must hurt. It can't be helped. For a fragile man to have relations with a woman means enduring that much pain."
No, you're crushing my dick like it'll shatter while talking about childbirth pains? This was leagues beyond the tender handling from women who'd touched it before. My body jerked wildly, but she ignored it, gripping and yanking viciously.
"Gah, haaaagh!!"
Fuck, I wanted squeezing, but not this physical pulverizing. Red instead of white would come out. At this rate, I'd be sexually crippled!
"I don't want to hurt you more. So submit already. And become one with our Resistance."
Ignoring my suffering, she continued impassively. Rage boiled up, mana surged from my body, granting a burst of immense power.
Whoosh!
My body shot forward. She hit the floor, and I pounced, pinning her as I vented.
"You bitch! Trying to kill me!?"
"...Oh dear. Much more painful than I thought. I'm not used to this sort of thing."
If you're not used to it, don't do it in the first place. As I fumed to argue, I noticed her gaze slightly avert—like she felt guilty.
"I'm sorry."
Her apology confirmed no malice in her actions.
"My eagerness to save you led to this unintended mess. There might be better ways..."
"...An apology now doesn't erase what just happened."
My dick nearly exploded physically. Despite the rising anger, I didn't strike—her overwhelming power scared me. Punching her face might get my skull smashed in retaliation.
But...
"As atonement, take out your anger on this body."
"...What?"
"Punch, kick my stomach—whatever until your rage fades. It's only right to save and recruit you."
She relaxed her body. My instinctive wariness faded; no retaliation would come. Her actions so far showed she wasn't one to lie.
So, whatever I did here to vent would be fine.
Gulp.
That thought made me swallow, loosening my fist and reaching for her body. Whoosh! Her breasts spilled out—utterly monstrous, cow-like udders. She stared blankly and asked.
"What... are you planning to do?"
"What else? You said you'd take it quietly, so I'm doing what I want."
Of course—with such a ferocious body defenseless, how could I do nothing? Whatever came after, I'd deal with it later. With that, I grabbed her tits outright.