So, hate me
I couldn't breathe properly.
It was because Bersia's dick, already difficult to take, was pounding against my womb with its full weight.
"Ugh, hek❤ Bersia, ohok❤ Stop, stoop...!!❤"
I asked Bersia for a moment's pause amidst the unbearable succession of pleasure.
But Bersia's thrusting didn't stop.
Instead, she only rammed her dick harder into my hole.
Cheolpeok! Cheolpeok!!
"I said, just a mo-ment, et❤"
"Unfortunately, as the Demon King, it's difficult for me to grant your request."
"You dog-like bi—"
Jjeuppeoeoeok!!
"Ughihit!!❤❤"
"Yes. I am indeed the most dog-like bitch in the world. So hate me."
Bersia's hand squeezed my neck.
"Resent me. Don't try to understand. I am...."
"Keoheok...! Kek...!!"
"Because I will forever be the Demon King you are destined to kill."
It was said in a detached tone.
But strangely enough.
Bersia's words sounded truly sad.
"Ber, sia......."
"...If you don't resent me. If you don't hate me... I will inflict the worst possible punishment upon you."
Bersia formed a wry smile on her lips and whispered into my ear.
"As a man... you wouldn't want to experience pregnancy, would you?"
Pregnancy.
At that one word Bersia uttered, my mind snapped wide awake.
Pregnancy, at the hands of the one who erased my masculinity.
There could be nothing worse than that.
"You, bitch...!!"
"Yes. That's the expression. That's exactly the look you should show me."
Bersia, with a satisfied look, gently stroked my cheek.
"For now, I've sealed the pregnancy with magic... but remember that I can impregnate you anytime your resentment fades. My Hero."
After those words, Bersia's dick inside me began to swell further.
Seeing her thrusting grow wilder, it seemed ejaculation was imminent.
"Heek, kkeut, ohok❤ Hoot!!❤ Hak, heuiit!!❤"
"Ugh.... I'm about to cum now. Take it all with that utterly vulgar pussy of yours."
As she exhaled hot breaths, Bersia embraced me tightly so I couldn't escape her grasp, and at the same time.
Ppyureureureuk! Ppyubeut, Ppyuririririk!! Ppyubeubeubeut!!
Semen, carrying a heat that felt like it would melt my womb, began to fill me.
"Geueut...! Hak, hiiik❤ Kkeuoooo...❤ Oot...!!❤"
"Whoo, haaaa...❤"
Streams of semen, violently gushing from the glans, relentlessly pounded my womb.
The semen continued to pour into my vagina, showing no sign of stopping.
"Geuhiit...!❤ Eung, haak❤ Heeueuk!❤"
Byureut! Byureureureuk! Byuriririt!
The semen, ejaculated without pause, filled my womb completely.
Only after a minute did the gushing finally cease.
"Hek, heek......❤"
Love fluid streamed down between my legs.
My legs trembled from the climax.
Bersia held my legs and slowly pulled her dick out of my pussy.
Ppong!
"Ooooh...!❤"
"Hmph.... It's always been my thought, but you truly seem to have a female constitution, Rubel."
"That's impossible!!"
As anger made my body shoot up.
Bersia smiled and pushed me back down.
"It's not over yet, Rubel. Unfortunately, even after ejaculating, my dick is still hard."
"You bitch......!!"
"Don't refuse. This is the result you brought upon yourself."
Bersia rammed the dick she had pulled out back in, all the way to the root.
"Ugohooook!!❤"
My back literally arched like a bow.
***
"This, really, you dog-like bitch...❤"
How much time had passed?
Only after ejaculating into me at least 10 times did Bersia return to her room.
She had ejaculated so much that sticky semen was gushing out of my pussy.
"Where on earth does all this semen come from...."
My back ached from being fucked so much.
My strength was so drained that I could barely get up even with all my might.
In this state, it seemed impossible to move, so I lay there lost in thought.
'...Why does she react so strangely sensitively to talk of the past?'
Judging by Bersia's harsh reaction, perhaps.
Bersia and I seemed to have had some kind of relationship in the past.
But seeing as it doesn't exist in my memories....
There was only one possibility.
'Someone intentionally erased my memories.'
Regression.
As it's an immense power that twists timelines... there were also side effects.
Memories are not forgotten.
More precisely, no one's death is forgotten.
The constant resurgence of a flawed past due to my helplessness.
That is the Curse of the Regressor.
Judging by Bersia's reaction, Bersia and I must have had a quite close relationship.
Perhaps... though it's unlikely, we might even have been lovers.
But I have no memories of Bersia in my head?
This couldn't be explained by anything other than someone intentionally erasing them.
"...Who on earth erased them?"
If so, who. And with what intention did they erase them?
...Unfortunately, nothing came to mind beyond that.
Among the people around me, I couldn't think of anyone who would do such a thing, nor any reason for it.
Even if I asked Bersia, I probably wouldn't get any answers.
"Should I search the castle...."
During my time together with her in the Demon King's Castle, I learned one thing about Bersia's habits.
She records even trivial matters.
Bersia is a Regressor, just like me.
Therefore, if Bersia remembers everything... there's no way she wouldn't have left a record somewhere.
Thus, after a brief deliberation, I decided to search the castle for any records Bersia might have left.
"Should I start with the library?"
After making my decision, I immediately headed to the library.
I opened the door slightly to check, and it seemed Bersia wasn't there.
Relieved, I moved further into the library, and my eyes fell upon countless books tightly packed onto the shelves.
'...It's going to take some time to find the book I want.'
After letting out a small sigh, I began to pull out books one by one.
Most of the books were about the Demon Realm.
How to Defend the Demon King's Castle, Demon Race Troop Management, The Demon King's Standard Practice....
It was a continuous series of books that a Demon King would likely read.
Judging by the many smudges and signs of use, Bersia seemed to have read them quite thoroughly.
'......Wait a minute.'
When you Regress, everything that existed before disappears.
If there are still signs of use on the books now....
It meant Bersia had consistently read these books even after Regression.
Of course, another Demon King might have read them.
But for some reason... all my instincts told me that Bersia had consistently read these books.
'Ordinary Demon Kings don't necessarily need to read these books.'
Especially not Bersia.
Just from what she's shown, Bersia possesses the martial prowess to single-handedly wipe out the elite forces of The Order.
Would that Bersia really need to read these books?
In my opinion, there was absolutely no need for it.
"I think I need to investigate further...."
The moment I reached out to pull a book from above, hoping to get a little more information.
Someone's hand rested on the back of my hand.
"What are you investigating?"
It was Bersia.
"Bersia...!!"
"What are you trying to investigate, coming all the way into the library?"
Her empty eyes, whose depths I couldn't fathom, stared at me.
A slight silence.
I hesitated for a moment, my lips parting, before finally answering.
"......I was trying to find out your origin."
"My origin?"
"Yes. Because if I know your origin, I might also find a way to kill you."
Bersia nodded, an intrigued expression on her face.
"They say, 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you need not fear the result of a hundred battles.' I commend your efforts."
"...Praise from you doesn't feel very good......."
"However, there's something suspicious about you trying to find my origin."
Kwang!
Bersia pushed me, making me hit the bookshelf.
"Kkeuk...!!"
"Pulling out books unrelated to my origin... and not trying to ask me such trivial things directly. Isn't that extremely suspicious?"
Her gaze seemed to say she already knew everything.
It seemed Bersia had already realized that what I just said was a lie.
"...Then I'll ask a question, Bersia."
"Speak."
"What was our relationship in the past?"
Heumchit——
The moment I asked that, Bersia's body trembled slightly.
"You, bitch, wouldn't be unaware of the Curse of the Regressor."
"......."
"Aren't you hiding something from me? If you were confident, there would be no reason to hide anything at all. So... tell me directly, Bersia. What exactly were you and I... in the past?"
Judging by her reaction, Bersia wasn't unaware of that fact.
Rather, she was struggling because she knew it too well.
That was her reaction.
"Answer me, Bersia."