Chapter 15
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Audience Preparation
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"Mm..."
I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed. The room was dark. A soft, squishy sensation enveloped me. I was lying on a plush bed.
Looking around, I saw Sylvia sitting primly on a chair beside the bed. She closed the book she had been reading and spoke to me.
"You've awakened."
"Ah, y-yeah..."
The memory of the intense massage and having my chest fondled earlier flooded back, turning my face red.
"The ritual bath was successfully completed. You lost consciousness during the process, so we brought you to your room and let you rest comfortably."
Come to think of it, I had passed out in the bathwater. Ritual bath? Nothing seemed particularly different, though.
"Now that the ritual bath is finished, you have transcended the limits of a human body."
"The limits of my species...?"
I blinked blankly in response, and Sylvia continued her explanation.
"Yes. You were the first to immerse your body in the bathwater infused with Her Highness's power, so you can now be considered half-demon."
"D-Demon...?"
Did she mean the devils from common lore? It sounded scary at first, but considering how similar I felt to Sylvia and the other demon women, it wasn't all that shocking.
"Indeed. Of course, this doesn't mean you'll be harmed by holy magic or anything like that inherent to the species itself. We're talking about your physical abilities and sensitivity. For example."
Snick—
Sylvia moved her hand in an instant. At the same time, a sharp sting hit my palm, and faint blood trickled out. It was like I'd been cut by something. But...
Shaaa—
The wound healed visibly before my eyes, vanishing without a trace. It was like watching a troll regenerate.
"How does it feel?"
At Sylvia's question, I examined my hand from all angles before answering.
"...It doesn't feel like my body anymore."
Hunters naturally had stronger recovery than civilians, but nothing like this. Suddenly gaining troll-level healing was great, but it felt weird that this was now my body.
"You'll get used to it soon enough. After all, you've obtained a superior body that surpasses human limits. As for the sensitivity aspect..."
"..."
"You already possessed remarkable talent, but this has unlocked even greater potential."
Sylvia glanced over my body, still wrapped in the blanket, and continued.
"Perhaps... you might reach heights no one has ever touched before."
There was an inexplicable heat in her gaze. I pulled the blanket tighter around me. It felt good, but too much of a good thing could be frightening. Swallowing my unease, I spoke up.
"So... what happens to me now?"
A ritual bath was about purifying body and mind before some big event. With that done, something momentous was surely coming.
"From today, you will reside in the Demon King's castle and receive training to serve Her Highness. You will become an elite of the Demon King's army. Under Helena's systematic sex education, and lessons in etiquette, combat, and knowledge from other nobles, you will gradually qualify as a member of the Demon King's army. Of course, your talents as a male prostitute will be honed as well."
"..."
Male prostitute. I pretended not to hear that last part and asked what was on my mind first.
"If there's a Demon King's army... there must be enemy forces too, right?"
Sylvia kindly answered my question.
"Yes. The Holy Kingdom led by the Pontifex, the various empires of the Middle Realm, and the dragons are the main adversaries of the Demon King's army. None of them can match Erzebet."
Sylvia claimed no one could oppose the Demon King. Whether it was mere loyalty or the plain truth, I couldn't say—but facing such foes and still standing strong suggested the Demon King's forces were formidable indeed.
Gurgle—
As we chatted, my stomach growled. My face flushed with embarrassment, but Sylvia took it in stride.
"You must be hungry. Shall we go eat?"
I hadn't eaten since my kidnapping, only getting fucked the whole time, so of course I was starving.
I got out of bed, dressed, and took Sylvia's hand as we headed to the dining hall.
We passed through a magnificent corridor lined with red carpet, crossed a colonnade with cool night breezes, and entered a vast space.
It was like the grand hall from some famous magic novel, where students gathered for communal meals.
Long tables were laden with mouthwatering delicacies.
"Nom nom."
"Munch munch."
The others had arrived before me and were already eating, served by their assigned maids.
Grrrowl—
The sight and aroma of the food made my stomach roar in protest.
"Eat your fill. It's all good for the body, delicious, and even boosts vitality."
"..."
The last part was a bit odd, but whatever. Time to eat. I sat at an empty spot and tore into the chicken in front of me. It was more turkey-sized, with glistening fat that screamed deliciousness.
"Nom."
Biting into the meat filled my mouth with rich savoriness and crispy skin that tickled my tongue. The balance of fat and meat, seasoning, texture—it was perfect. Who knew food could taste this good? With market scraps as my usual fare and dieting restrictions, it hit even harder.
"Try this too."
Like the other maids, Sylvia stood by my side, serving me dishes.
I accepted her feedings like a baby bird, basking in utter bliss.
"Om nom nom."
So good. Too good.
Gulp.
The drinks were sweet, refreshing, and crisp. They just made me feel great. Were they spiked? As I kept devouring the tasty food, I stared blankly at the ceiling.
'Maybe I should just stay here forever...'
The constant dilemma. I'd steel myself remembering my original situation, but luxuries like this melted my resolve away.
Great food, massages, baths. Pleasant... activities. Being pampered by pretty girls wasn't so bad.
After the meal, the maids led us somewhere else.
It was another large room, lined with countless doors fitted with mirrors.
Click—
Sylvia guided me into one of the mirrored doors. It seemed to be a changing room. Alone with her in the cramped space felt a bit awkward.
Sylvia closed the door and said curtly,
"Arms up."
I complied without resistance, and she whisked off my clothes.
"Ack."
I thought she'd just remove the top, but with some magic, the bottoms came off too. Stripped naked, I hurriedly covered my front with my hands.
Sylvia eyed my hand and said,
"Move your hands. We need to put on new underwear."
"...Okay."
Reluctantly, I uncovered myself, exposing my dick. Sylvia knelt before it.
"..."
She stared at my flaccid member thoughtfully, then suddenly pressed her lips to it with a smack—
"Hngh—"
Caught off guard, I jerked back with a gasp. No clue why, but I didn't get hard.
Sylvia tapped it lightly with her fingers.
"Much more obedient now. Good. Lift your leg."
She lifted each leg, slid the panties on, and pulled them up. Eyeing the bulge poking through, she fetched pants and a top from somewhere.
It was silky noble attire like from movies—ornate, sparkling, and expensive-looking.
Sylvia dressed me like a doll, straightening sleeves and tying the ribbon at my neck with expert ease. In moments, I was impeccably dressed, her maid skills on full display.
As I let her handle me, I asked,
"Are we... going to see the Demon King now?"
This full primping suggested as much. Sylvia nodded in confirmation.
"Yes. Follow me."
Pat pat—
She brushed off my shoulders one last time and stood.
Click—
Exiting the small changing room, I saw the others, sharply dressed like me, waiting hand-in-hand with their maids.
"Let's go."
And so, we trailed after the maids like ducklings following their mother.