Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Demon King's Castle 1st Round
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The flower carriage jolted roughly, and I opened my eyes.
"Ugh."
My head throbbed like it was about to split open. Amid the pounding pain, the uneven sensation of the unpaved road transmitted straight through my back with every bump of the carriage.
I rubbed my aching back and gathered my wits, looking around. The first thing that caught my eye was the blood-red sky.
It wasn't a sunset or twilight glow. Dark clouds like swirling ink floated lazily across a sky as red as blood.
Next, I noticed the carriage I was riding in. It wasn't the flower carriage anymore. To be precise, it was a prison transport wagon.
The cold iron bars enclosed it on all sides. Inside, several boys including myself sat with dazed, unfocused eyes.
They showed no will to live or any sign of resistance. Draped only in ragged sacks, their ankles were bound with heavy shackles.
They just huddled in the corners, staring blankly at the floor of the carriage. One peculiar thing: all the boys were quite handsome.
That was enough to grasp the situation.
The parallel world I'd chosen was the Demon King's Castle. This wagon was probably heading there.
I'd picked it because it offered 100,000 points on clear, but the starting situation was a total shitshow.
"Yuria. Yuria, you there?"
I called out to her in a quiet voice no one else could hear.
She'd said she'd come along with me. I called a few times, but no response came.
Damn. What's the point of a travel guide if she bails? Fine, whatever—might as well play along. I shouted out in full kingly voice.
"Status window."
"What the fuck is this?"
The S-rank skills and sky-high stats from my days as Korea's top hunter were gone. Replaced by a status window full of sleazy, embarrassing skill names.
Who the hell made this crap? And why did I end up with something like this?
"..."
Unlike the relentless rush of reality before, sitting here dazed in the wagon gave me time to mull over the fundamental questions bubbling up inside.
The Stone of Regression—no, Rejuvenation—I'd obtained had triggered this mess, but what did that have to do with the Yas app?
I pondered deeply amid the wagon's jolts, but no clear answers emerged.
Information was way too scarce. Might as well chalk it up to getting struck by lightning on the roadside. Anyway, I'd grill Yuria about it later.
I was idly scanning the status window and lost in thought when—
Screeech—
The wagon suddenly halted. An animal's growl came from the front.
Grrrrrr—
'Grrrr?'
It sounded like a beast growling low. Now I saw it wasn't a proper carriage at all.
Not horses pulling it, but massive black wolves. More like a wolf-drawn sled.
Dire wolves, or something? Anyway, the wagon stopped, and someone dismounted from the front, heading toward my cage.
"Hee hee hee. Time for everyone to take a break~"
"Up you go~ Gotta pee and eat~"
Playful voices reached me first, followed by their appearance before my eyes.
Curved eyes and slightly protruding fangs. They wore maid-like skirts, but swaying tails peeking from beneath marked them as demons.
Their blue twin tails bounced with each step, amplifying their impish charm.
Screeech—
The two girls approached the bars and unlocked the sturdy door. The boys on the floor slowly rose and shuffled out.
I didn't know what was going on, but I didn't want to stand out. I followed the others without a word. For now, blend in and bide my time.
It seemed like it'd pass without incident—until.
"Hmm? This one's new. What do you think, Seril? Ever seen him?"
The two demons whispered behind me.
"First time for me too, Hilda. Let me check the list."
"Hey, boy. Hold up a sec?"
"..."
The two demons suddenly stopped me and approached slowly.
Caught off guard, I froze in place, waiting as they closed in.
Soon, their shadows loomed over me. They gazed down with amused smiles.
"Yep, new face~ And sooo cute!"
"Not on the list. What to do? Lost kid? Where'd you come from, friend?"
"Uh... Uhh."
They licked their lips like they'd found a tasty treat and drew closer. I backed away bit by bit, shackles clanking.
"One or two... we could sneak a taste, right?"
"Yeah. Not even on the list. His Highness won't mind."
Thud.
My back hit a tree; no more room to retreat.
Shit. Nowhere to run now. Not that I could anyway. Just pointless struggling.
"Well... let's see that little buddy stand up, friend?"
Swish—
A black tail from under her skirt slithered over, rubbing the bulge peeking from my pants.
Sudden heat bloomed in my gut. Against my will, blood rushed down, stiffening me up.
'!'
Seeing the tent in my pants, the two demon girls flushed pink.
"Oh my, how adorable."
"Too cute. Gonna gobble you up~"
"Nah, not yet. Needs more ripening for flavor. Let's tease him a bit more? Seril."
Another tail joined, sliding down my spine.
"Hngh."
My breath quickened; a small moan escaped.
Not just below—my whole body heated up, arousal building.
Succubi? I'd heard their tails could excite men.
"Haa... Haa."
My mind fogged; heart pounded through my body.
Legs trembled, then buckled. I collapsed to the ground.
The two succubus girls smiled contentedly down at me, eyes glowing red.
"Hee hee, all warmed up now."
"Time for the main event...?"
Swish—
They slipped off their panties from under the maid skirts. Strings of thin, sticky fluid trailed like spiderwebs.
They tossed the panties aside and advanced. Just as the two succubi were about to pounce—
"That's far enough. Seril. Hilda."
A cold, emotionless voice halted them. I blankly turned toward it.
"!"
There stood a breathtakingly icy beauty who took my breath away.
Black hair like the night sky, neatly tied back. Sleek, upturned eyes and indifferent obsidian pupils.
Separate from that, massive presence of her breasts and curvaceous figure.
Flowing antique skirt and lace-topped blouse. Clearly a demon overseer managing the Demon King's Castle maids.
Her voice snapped my hazy mind awake.
'Sa... saved.'
Unlike me, the two girls pouted.
"Aw, Head Maid. You're no fun."
"Cutting us off here?!"
Ignoring their complaints, she pointed wordlessly toward the distant Demon King's Castle.
"You know what happens if you touch tribute for His Highness. Won't end with just confinement this time."
Her sharp threat made the girls relent.
"Fine, fine. Sorry."
"Go watch the others."
"Yess~"
"See you later~"
They wagged their tails at me and vanished into the woods toward the other boys. Once gone, the impassive woman looked down.
"You too, get up. Time's short."
"Th-that's..."
Stumble—
I tried rising but flailed uselessly. No strength in my legs—like a newborn fawn.
The demon woman sighed softly at my struggles.
"They sucked your essence; temporary leg weakness. No helping it."
"Eh?"
She knelt, slipped hands under my armpits, and hauled me up forcibly.
"Ngh."
Tremble—
With her help, I leaned against the tree but wobbled unsteadily.
Couldn't walk, barely stand. She eyed me troubled.
"...Hard to even pee like this. Can you hold until the Demon King's Castle?"
I glanced at the distant castle. Looked like one or two hours away.
"Y-yeah... I can hold it."
Can't whip it out and piss here. Especially not in front of a woman.
Plus, still hard—embarrassing if seen. But she shook her head slowly, dashing my hopes.
"No. Looks close, but at least half a day. Your body's too weak to hold. Fine. I'll help."
She nodded toward the woods, then circled quietly behind me.
She supported my back like embracing me.
Plush breasts pressed softly against my head. A dizzying, sweet scent tickled my nose.
Mature woman's pheromones. Sniffing this nonstop might mess with my head. I resisted, voice shaky.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
"Stay still."
Her hands slid under my groin, lifting my trembling legs.
This pose... like a guy hoisting a girl for reverse cowgirl? Reverse ekiben, maybe.
Difference: the guy was being held.
"St-stop..."
I twisted like a lab frog, but she held firm, whispering calmly in my ear with emotionless tone.
"Boy. Relieve yourself here. I'll assist."
"!"
Swish—
Her tail stripped off the rag covering my lower half.
"St-stop!"
My shout was futile. My dick was fully exposed to the world.