Chapter 46
Chapter 46
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: The Hero, the Demon King, and the Player (5)
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Several hours later.
"Pl-please... stop... I can't... anymore..."
-Thud!
"Ha... haa..."
The Demon King's eyes rolled back, exposing the whites, before her face—smeared with tears and saliva—hit the floor as she passed out.
Even with her consciousness evaporated, her ragged breathing carried a strangely lascivious undertone, and her twitching limbs looked almost pitiful.
"Hmph."
But apparently not satisfied yet, Cyan approached the fallen Silmarion. She grabbed her by the hair, lifting her head as she pondered what to do with this one...
"...Maybe I should give that guy a try."
She opened her subspace and reached in, pulling out "that thing."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 1.
How much time had passed?
"Ngh... haa... mm..."
Her consciousness slowly returned, and she began to sense something strange.
Wriggle, wriggle. Slither, slither, slurp.
Those eerie, unpleasant damp sounds felt like they were crawling all over her body.
Something was savoring every inch of her—ankles, thighs, abdomen, chest—without missing a spot.
How dare anyone toy with me like this. I am the Demon King, after all.
"Hoo... huu...? Wh-what is this...?"
Desperately trying to recall how she'd ended up like this, Silmarion first tried to move and figure out her current situation.
-Squelch.
It was also to shake off whatever had been slithering mockingly over her entire body.
"Ngh, ah. Uh... haat..."
-Slurp! Sluuurp!
But the more she struggled, the tighter it coiled around her, increasing its grip.
Now it was even wrapping around her neck.
Some kind of monster? But that didn't fit—it was too impossible to peel off no matter what she did.
"Uh, ah...!"
To be precise, no strength was entering her body.
Her legs were limp, her fists wouldn't clench... Putting all her sensations together—even her hazy consciousness—Silmarion realized she'd experienced this somewhere before.
It wasn't ancient history, either.
It was the power that had nearly cornered her while she was trying to deal with the Sacred Order who ambushed her Demon King army.
"Th-this feeling... holy power...?"
Yes, holy power.
It felt just like the energy from that bratty inquisitor five years ago who charged at her.
Back then, too, she couldn't muster any strength, her mind fogged, nearly getting purified on the spot...
Honestly, she might have lost if not for her pre-summoned familiars.
But now, no familiars were manifested, and even the ones she'd summoned as backups seemed destroyed.
Not a single familiar remained.
-Slurp, sluuuurp, sluuurp!
"Ugh, urgh! Can't you stop already?!"
She had no idea why a mere monster wielded holy power this potent.
It was purity on par with a hero's.
Still, she was the Demon King.
Being toyed with in this dormant state was unworthy of Demon King Silmarion.
So, eyes bulging, the moment she shouted—
"Eh? What?"
An incomprehensible sight unfolded before her.
Something utterly revolting enveloped her entire body.
And the view of herself right there...
Half-stripped clothes, gray tentacles slithering over her exposed skin, their oddly sweet-smelling slime already coating her body slickly.
Utterly disgusting.
"Ngh? Ahh, th-this... what the hell is this?!"
The tentacles binding her limbs held her body rigidly, allowing not even the slightest movement.
-Sluuurp!
"Hya?!"
And yet, they smeared their glossy, repulsive slime even deeper into every crevice of her body.
The chilling sensation made her hair stand on end.
This was seriously dangerous, she thought.
She could roughly guess what came next.
"Hii, huu... What is this thing? Not even the demon realm had something this gross! Come forth, Death Knight!"
-Crackle!
To escape this unprecedented crisis, Silmarion attempted a summon.
Fortunately, summoners retained power even if their main body was immobilized—as long as she could cast spells, summoning magic was possible.
Though most of her strength was in her familiars, leaving her main body's stats low.
But that hardly mattered.
It wasn't a big weakness unless her magic was sealed or the opponent outmatched both her and her familiars.
-Crack!
"Huh? What's going on...?"
Besides, she was the Demon King.
Until half a year ago, no one in the mortal realm surpassed her magic or overwhelmed her familiars.
...Until half a year ago, that is.
-Step, step.
"Looks like you're finally coming to."
"You... that High Elf!"
A High Elf approached the now-conscious Silmarion.
She still looked irritated, and Silmarion—bound tight by tentacles—glared fiercely at her and bellowed.
Mighty demons could intimidate foes with a mere gaze, even suffocate them to death.
That was the demon race's trait: power born of a hierarchy superior to most mortal creatures.
-Smack!
"Ack!"
"Keep your eyes down, before I gouge them out."
What returned was a slap that nearly knocked her out again.
"Ugh, uugh..."
So powerful her mouth bled profusely.
Clinging to consciousness with her half-blown mind, Silmarion looked up at the High Elf.
"Fine, go on and yap some more. Who the hell called me your lover?"
"Wh... what are you... talking about..."
Her head spun too much to comprehend.
Why was this High Elf so furious? Lover out of nowhere? What nonsense?
...Come to think of it, she'd met a decent young man and had some fun time, but then something happened...
"Spit out everything that happened, or I'll rip out your tongue."
She pieced together her memories.
Initially, she'd invited that High Elf to her party, got perfectly ignored, and got pissed at being rejected so coldly—her, the Demon King.
Of course, disguised, the High Elf couldn't know her identity, but it was her first rejection ever.
Then, wandering to the beach kicking shells, a man washed up in the waves.
[Huh, why am I here...? Hey, any idea where this is? Beach... Haeundae?]
A naked man approached her like that.
Startled at first, she knocked him out, but he seemed accident-prone, and his handsome face wasn't bad.
[Hmm? This mana...]
Most importantly, she sensed the High Elf's scent and mana on him.
The woman's mana permeating his entire body.
For it to linger this strongly required repeated physical contact, and deep penetration demanded at least intercourse—not mere touching.
Or something infused with the High Elf's mana entering his body, which was impossible.
Plus, his memories seemed jumbled.
[No way!]
A thought flashed through her mind.
Silmarion took interest in mortals, knew plenty about their races.
High Elves were outliers among humans—rumored to have many mentally unstable ones.
Some enjoyed being ravaged by monsters, others voluntarily enslaved to humans for fun.
Some selected human men to their taste, toyed with them, then erased memories.
Repeating for fresh thrills—insane even by demon standards.
But undeniably skilled, and stunningly beautiful.
[That High Elf seemed tamer than others, but she has tastes like this?]
Examining the collapsed youth, a sweet scent and rising heat excited Silmarion herself.
[Ngh... what's this?]
Her body warmed; looking at him again stirred certain thoughts.
[If that High Elf used him this much, maybe I...]
She decided to try.
Followed by memory tweaks and events leading here.
His swordsmanship was solid, physical level high for a human—useful backup if the hero cornered her.
At least equal to—or stronger than—the heroes she'd heard of.
Perfect plaything for a High Elf, indeed.
"...So that's your excuse?"
Silmarion nodded quietly.
Under the High Elf's relentless threats, she'd spilled every fact.
Worried she'd get hit again—that bizarre martial art dealt near-lethal damage without killing.
"Haa..."
"?"
But the High Elf just sighed deeply after hearing it all.
Ha, not a single normal one among them.
Cyan doubted if this was really that Demon King she'd met.
Wondered if it was just a namesake.
Unfortunately not.
"I'm done here. Hearing more might make me crash this island out of spite, so release me already."
"Huh...? I'm the Demon King, and you're just letting me go?"
"Of course not. I'd rather kill you."
Cyan stood, hand to her forehead.
"W-wait! Where do you think you're going, leaving me like this?!"
Silmarion called out, suspecting abandonment as Cyan turned and exited the cave.
-Click.
Cyan halted.
"Oh, right. You won't remember anyway, so I'll tell you."
"T-tell me what?"
Turning back, she said,
"Those tentacles? That's your precious hero now."
"...What?"
The ones savoring Silmarion—that was the 'hero' she'd been seeking.
"Wait, what do you mean I won't remem—"
Incredulous, Silmarion called the High Elf back.
But...
-Sluuurp! Slurp!
"Hieeek?!"
The tentacles writhed violently.
"Hyaa! Uwaa, urgh...! Ah, aaa..."
They invaded her mouth and ears, blanking her mind.
The intruder inside squirmed.
Soon, pupils dilated, limbs went slack...
"Uwaa, ah..."
Consciousness faded.
And something vital slipped from her mind.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 2.
A floating sensation.
The floor cold, limbs numb.
How did this happen? She'd boarded the Turk Merchant Company's airship following that High Elf.
Then, for a day off on the floating island, she got off and went somewhere...
Couldn't remember.
"Uh, uhh..."
Shaking her foggy mind.
Body too weak to rise, consciousness too muddled for magic.
What had been done to her...? Nothing came to mind.
"Silion! Silion...! Where are you?! You here?!"
A voice called.
Urgent footsteps, a young man frantically searching, calling her alias.
Silmarion knew him.
"...Siu? You?"
"There you are! Thank goodness. Searched everywhere, crew didn't know—really worried."
Kang Si-woo, the human youth.
Originally for amusement, manipulated to draw the High Elf's interest.
Silmarion tilted her head at his appearance.
How'd he find this place?
A normal human would shatter from the dragon's grudge filling it.
She was fine as a demon, but not him.
"You okay? Can you stand? ...No. I'll carry you to a healer. They say this temple's dragon curse traps intruders forever."
"Ah... But why'd you come in, Siu?"
Mind still unclear.
Still, curious why he'd enter knowing the danger, she barely asked.
"Why? To save you, obviously. Mages sometimes lured by hallucinations. That white-haired elf on the ship told me."
"...I see. That elf."
Finally asking, his answer: saving her was natural.
Couldn't leave someone he liked in peril.
He said it casually.
A bit cringy, but not bad.
"Let's go. Place gives me chills. Floor's covered in sticky slime too."
"...Yeah, let's."
Thus, Silmarion rode Si-woo's back out of the cave.
Surely some reason for entering, but it wouldn't come—nothing special then.
Tch, that's couples for you...
Seemed like the High Elf's voice, but she ignored it.
For now, just being carried like this felt nice.