Chapter 53
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Demon King Beatrice (5)
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"I figured a direct assault wouldn't work, so I switched to a honey trap."
...A honey trap?
No way. Surely that 'beauty' isn't referring to me?
"Exactly. Who else is here besides you?"
I'm starting to doubt if this woman's right in the head.
Was the whole Goddess story made up? Is she just a senile witch?
"A senile witch? How dare you speak such nonsense! Using your honey trap to conquer the Hero Party—that's what I foresaw in the futures I glimpsed with my precognition."
No, what possibility did you even see?
"Putting you into a monster's body. That was the only path to taking down the Hero Party."
Why me, of all people?
"There's a reason only you could do it. There were plenty of options for what monster to use, but you were the one unchangeable variable."
Why? I'm just... a pushover who got stabbed by his wife after being a total sap.
"There is an important reason, but telling you would reveal too much."
You're cutting it off here? Without any explanation?
"I don't want to hide anything from you. But revealing the truth now would twist the possibilities, making everything for naught."
An excuse... if it is one, it's a damn good one. Makes it hard to press further.
"Even if I don't tell you now, you'll learn it naturally when the time comes. So don't worry."
The Demon King smiled warmly, as if to reassure me, and stroked my head.
Sleep was creeping in... but the untold story nagged at me, keeping me awake.
"I told you not to worry. I would never hide anything that could harm you."
She pulled me into her embrace and gently caressed my thigh. It felt subtly good...
"You'll be my mate soon enough anyway, won't you? By then, you'll know every intimate detail—even the number of wrinkles down there. Why worry now?"
W-what do you know? The number of wrinkles... down there?
"Don't you want to know?"
She drooped the corners of her eyes, giving me that pitiful puppy-dog look.
A surge of protective instinct rose up that no male could resist.
No, it's not that I hate it—I'm just surprised.
Knowing even the number of wrinkles down there isn't bad. Might even be good?
"Hehe... That's a relief. Then let's promise to check it out together later."
She held out her pinky to me.
A pinky promise. Haven't seen one since elementary school.
Her unexpected innocence drew a chuckle from me.
Fine, good is good. I reached out my hand.
Wait a second.
As I extended my hand, Sera's face suddenly flashed in my mind.
Not her current self, but Sera from our cabin days.
Back then, she hadn't approached me demanding something in return.
She'd reached out purely to repay me, and later out of genuine affection.
Unlike this Demon King, who had a clear agenda.
Grasping her hand now—wouldn't that betray Sera?
Sera hates monsters and wants them erased from the world.
But allying with the Demon King would lead to the exact opposite—the world overrun by monsters.
Betraying Sera... I absolutely can't.
In the end, I pulled my hand back.
"What a shame. I thought I'd almost reeled you in."
The Demon King stuck out her long tongue and licked her red lips.
Her serpentine gesture snapped me back to reality.
Get a grip. I'm a one-woman guy. I only love one woman.
I already got burned by a slut once. Never again.
"Your heart's admirable, but your cock has no loyalty whatsoever."
She fondled my limp shaft.
Even after cumming until my balls were drained, it twitched and swelled again.
Can't be helped for any man. A beauty's touch is guaranteed to make it hard.
What matters is my unwavering heart for Sera. That won't bend.
"Hehe... Breaking a faithful man is its own pleasure."
My cock danced in her hand.
Her slender fingers delved under the skin, teasing the sensitive spots hidden by my foreskin.
Urgh... So unfair... exploiting my weakness like this...!
"We're bound by fate anyway. If I die, you can't respawn anymore."
What? What does that mean?
"That Death Regression ability of yours—who do you think gave it to you?"
Well, you, obviously. So what?
"I'm not just an angel who gives gifts. Sometimes I become a demon who takes them away."
The Demon King gave a meaningful smile.
Suspicious, I checked my skill window.
Hug Pillow, Pheromone, Predator's Scent—all there, but no Death Regression.
What the hell? Did it just vanish?
The safety net I'd relied on was gone, and my heart sank.
"If I die, you'll have only one life left from that moment on."
Her face turned icy.
"You know full well that as a goblin, no matter how well you do, you're fragile enough to drop dead from a single hit."
I could easily imagine my death.
In this brutal world, I'd experienced firsthand how my weak body could die so easily.
Outside Lucy's space, I'd die within a year—90% chance, at least.
No, 100%. I always die if I leave.
Never survived a full year. Longest streak was about four months.
"No need to be so scared already."
Her serious expression suddenly softened into a smile.
Her slender fingers now gently circled my nipple.
A subtle pleasure made my upper body twitch.
Urgh... This woman knows men too well...!
"Complete the mission safely, and superior females like me will protect you."
She smiled leisurely, as if saying just trust her.
She's terrifying, but if this ruthless Demon King—who's slaughtered countless—were on my side, nothing could be more reassuring.
Her smile coiled around my neck like a snake.
"And if you're with me, I'll grant you immortality too. I'll live forever—can't have my husband dying first and leaving me all alone."
On one side, certain death. On the other, eternal life with her.
"Then you won't have to worry about dying—just pin down females and thrust away."
Eternal life with her would be a paradise steeped in pleasure and lust.
Isn't this game way too unbalanced?
The thought crossed my mind, but immortality felt abstract, so I still hesitated.
"And if I don't conquer this world, it'll be invaded someday anyway."
How can you be sure? Doesn't this world have guardian gods or something?
"It does. But right now, they can't use any power."
The Demon King snapped her fingers.
A metal chair appeared five steps from the throne.
A woman was bound tightly to it.
A beauty with pink ponytail, fresh-faced like she'd just become an adult.
Red tentacles covered her body.
Arms, legs, thighs—everywhere bound tight.
Even around her eyes, blocking her vision.
The tentacles writhed, sliding over her tender skin.
"Mmgh... Hnngh..."
She let out shallow moans, like a woman mid-sex.
Is she feeling it from the tentacles' stimulation?
"That's this world's Goddess."
I stared blankly as the Demon King casually stated it.
Her tone was dry, like casual small talk.
I'd forgotten amid the cock-care, but this is the Demon King—a ruthless killer of multitudes.
"She's quite obedient now, but subduing her took a lot out of me. Nearly used up all the power I'd gathered over nearly a century."
Crazy. The situation's way worse than I thought.
This world's guardian god already subdued.
If she can take down a god, didn't she need me from the start?
"No. She was weakened from investing in the Hero Party, which is why I could capture her. She was on a much lower level than me to begin with."
The Demon King suddenly fondled my balls.
Languid pleasure spread through my groin.
"We invaded thinking this world would be easy pickings. But they held out better than I expected. Credit where it's due, but..."
She gestured at the tentacles, and they moved more violently.
"Hyaang... Aaang..."
The bound woman moaned louder and rougher.
Venting frustration, maybe.
A world's guardian god violated by tentacles.
The horrific sight made my cock harden again.
"Hehe... Getting excited watching her? Want to rape her? I've kept her a virgin, so she'd suit your tastes."
Gulp. I swallowed hard.
But didn't she try her best to protect the world?
She looks so pitiful—I kinda want to free her.
"Hmm... From your perspective, she might not be that pitiful..."
What? Does that woman have some hidden side too?