It Looks Fucking Disgusting
The carriage rattled over the final slope with a jolt, then gradually slowed as if its wheels had reached their destination, coming to a complete stop.
"We've arrived. This is the mine entrance," the coachman said cautiously as he opened the door.
"Good work."
As Rita and I stepped out, a silent landscape unfolded before us. A forest with not a whisper of wind. A cave emanating an ominous aura, devoid of any signs of life. Something was definitely lurking inside.
"You're feeling it too, aren't you, Miss?"
"Yeah. The sinister energy is hitting me way too strongly."
"Something's definitely in there."
Rita unfolded a map from her pocket and continued, "The map shows two zones total. How about we split up and check them out?"
"That's unexpected. I figured you'd insist on sticking together no matter what."
"It's for efficiency. And... the sooner we finish, the sooner we can get home and fuck, right?"
Every damn word out of her mouth was a heart-stopper. Still, for the sake of wrapping this up efficiently, we decided to part ways temporarily. A Grade 2 demon with low combat ability? I could handle that on my own.
"Then I'll head into Zone A. Call me if anything dangerous happens."
"Be careful not to get hurt. Variables could pop up."
"Don't worry. Even if I get injured, one round of sex with you will heal me right up."
"...Just go already."
Rita flashed a bright smile and vanished toward Zone A on the left tunnel. The moment her figure left my sight, the air grew strangely chilly. An odd sense of emptiness washed over me. I'd thought she was noisy when she was around... but now that she was gone, the silence felt lonely.
...Time to get to work.
My goal was revenge, plain and simple. To fund that, I headed into Zone B to hunt whatever demon might be hiding.
The mine interior was better maintained than I'd expected. Even though it had been abandoned for ages due to demons, the tracks were still intact, and magic stone lamps dimly illuminated the walls here and there.
Clatter.
As I pressed deeper, a small sound came from underfoot. A broken mining tool had caught on my boot.
People went missing around here, right?
The atmosphere here felt different from the paths I'd passed—colder, more eerie. And a prickling sensation, like something tickling my skin and insides, grew stronger. Just as it was getting hard to bear...
"This is..."
My eyes caught a wall coated in some unidentified white fluid. Sticky, damp. It was the residue of a Birellia—I'd seen it in books before.
Assuming a demon was nearby, I drew my sword.
[Kyaaaaaaa!!]
A horrific screech echoed as something emerged from the wall behind me. The blatant malicious aura pouring from it confirmed it: a Grade 2 demon, Birellia.
"...It looks fucking disgusting."
I wasn't exaggerating. Maybe because it was a lust demon, but the Birellia was straight-up grotesque. Imagine human flesh chunks mashed into a three-pronged mushroom head... with white fluid endlessly oozing from the tips. Just looking at it made my skin crawl. No point dwelling on the sight—I drew my sword.
Shing—
The longer you stayed in a Birellia's domain, the weaker your immunity to its powers became. Quick and decisive it was.
"Let's not drag this out."
I dropped into stance and charged. Just like I'd practiced with Rita—at the optimal angle, slashing toward its veins.
Slash!
Skin parted, spraying a thick fluid that wasn't quite blood. The night-bloom scent wafting from it as it coated my body... Yeah, I knew exactly what that liquid was.
"You fucking bastard."
Disgust fueled my swings, hacking at it with full intent to butcher the damn thing.
[Kaaaaaaa—!]
Instead of pain, the Birellia let out something like a moan of pleasure. The vibration reverberated off the mine walls. Its three heads twisted and staggered, one shooting toward me like a bullet.
"Not a chance."
I ducked the incoming head and sliced through its elongated body.
Splatter!
Viscous flesh sprayed onto my shoulder, the foul liquid soaking my collar. The stench hit like vertigo. But I had to endure. If I blacked out now... I'd end up a breeding toy for this non-human freak until the end of my days.
"At least I want it to be a human pounding me!!"
Shaking off the daze, I gripped the hilt tighter. Facing the charging three heads head-on—no dodging. Weaken blows tanked, strong ones evaded with a twist.
Slice! Slash!
Solid hits. Two heads severed in an instant, the last flopping limply in the air.
[Kiiiiik!!]
The Birellia shrieked in agony and retreated. Like I'd let it escape. To make it pay, I thrust my sword into its core.
Stab!
It thrashed wildly, the quake shaking floor and ceiling. Magic burst from the wound, rupturing its body.
[Kiaaaaaaaa—!!]
The eerie cry faded. Chunks of flesh and white fluid splattered to the ground.
"Hoo..."
If I'd been a second slower, its charm would have gotten me instead. Thank fuck it was only Grade 2.
Rita should be coming soon—I've got Birellia residue on me.
As I wiped the gunk off with my clothes, footsteps approached from behind.
"Miss..."
It was Rita. Speak of the devil.
"A bit later than I expected. Thought you'd show before the fight ended."
"Miss..."
Something was off with Rita. Her eyes were unfocused, and her crotch... massively swollen.
"Miss...♡"
And an unknown magic radiating from her. This was bad—really bad.
Before Rita and I entered the mine.
One person had been tailing us: Irene Silvernandel.
Two reasons. First, a bit of worry for my old childhood friend who'd turned into a girl—might be in danger. Second, curiosity about how much the maid Rita could really do in actual combat.
"...Can't miss this chance."
Irene had seen Rita and me spar once before. Total domination. Even as a woman now, I was one of the continent's top five knights, unmatched in swordsmanship. Yet a mere maid overwhelmed me—without even going all out.
Curiosity's killing me.
Unable to resist, Irene slipped into Zone A after Rita, keeping a distance she wouldn't notice.
But Zone A had zero magic or suspicious vibes, no matter how deep she went. Total dud—no demons, no show of Rita's skills. Irene sighed.
Damn, wasted trip.
No point going deeper. Better check on my feminized childhood friend. As she turned to leave—
———!!
An indescribable energy grazed Irene's skin. Far beyond a regular demon—stronger than a Grade 1. Anxiety spiking, she spun around.
A demon stood before Rita. Far above Grade 1.
The demon took human form. Pink hair like cherry blossoms fluttered softly. Golden eyes fixed on Rita. Beautiful enough. But the chilling aura screamed demon.
An ancient breed. One called a Demon King. Asmodeus.
{What a fun girl you are.}
Asmodeus smirked at Rita. {So cute on the outside, vulgar lust inside—love it. Even that massive thing down there. Perfect...}
Rita said nothing, biting her lip, sword gripped tight.
{Overflowing love for your master, I see.}
"...If you try to harm my miss, I won't let you."
{Hehe, fine. I don't kill the ones I like...}
Asmodeus snapped her fingers. {Prove your loyalty to your master. That'll be the most fun.}
A buzz rang in Rita's head the instant her fingers clicked. Thoughts vanished, body heating up.
"Hngh...!♡"
She shuddered violently, eyes slowly shifting toward Irene.
Irene bolted in panic—but Rita was already there.
Unfocused eyes, crotch swollen to extremes.
What the— this girl's got a dick!?
Irene gulped. Asmodeus's power had her—Rita in heat would fuck her senseless.
But.
"Miss..."
"W-What?"
"Not... my miss..."
Rita muttered, brushing past Irene.
"Gotta... find miss... Miss..."
Leaving Irene alone in Zone A. She let out an incredulous laugh.
"Ha...!"
Asmodeus's ability dwarfed normal demons'. Get hit, and reason flies—pure beast instinct to ravage. But Rita resisted. Pure willpower, ignoring the target in front of her to seek her master.
"What the hell kind of loyalty is that...?"