Chapter 54
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: I've Come to Truly Love You
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All males born as demonic beasts share the same fate.
The weak get devoured, and the feeble are culled right after birth.
Higher-grade demonic beasts, much like the privileged elites in human society, must endure brutal training and rigorous physical conditioning to hold onto their 'place'.
Whether human or beast, in the end, the way they live is the same.
Among them, there's a particularly rare species of demonic beast, one so scarce it's almost a mutant.
Demons.
They possess the form most akin to humans.
Sometimes siding with humans, sometimes with beasts, they've shifted the tide of countless wars—neither fully one nor the other.
Because of that, they're distrusted by both sides.
But at the same time, they can master the knowledge of both humans and beasts, making them a dangerous 'double-edged sword'.
Thus, they must fight tooth and nail to survive, never losing their footing.
The mere title of 'higher-grade demonic beast' isn't enough to stand against an organization.
The demons knew this all too well.
And more than anyone, Latheus had this truth etched into his very bones from childhood.
After all, he was the sole heir to the Fermaine royal family, which boasted the purest demon bloodline.
The oldest lineage among demons.
Royalty.
The pinnacle of the tower.
But it was also a seat that could be toppled at any moment if he proved lacking.
So every day was training for him.
Physical conditioning, magic practice, political education, assassination evasion.
And... the most crucial skill for any demonic beast.
Sex techniques to corrupt and enchant females.
Setting aside all pride, he gripped and stroked his cock every single day.
Until his balls were utterly drained.
How to last longer, thrust deeper, keep the partner from fleeing.
He wasn't merely learning pleasure; he was honing sex as a survival skill.
And Latheus's practice partner, as with all demonic beasts following ancient tradition, was the safest female available.
The one already broken by the same bloodline: his 'mommy pussy', who had borne sons for her father's cock.
Squelch, squelch, squelch!
"Kyaaah?! M-more... stab deeper... shove it in me!"
Latheus had learned mating presses before motherly hugs, and forced fellatio before tender caresses.
That was the teaching—and the life—of a prime male demonic beast.
During these sex lessons, he thrilled at how his mother, who usually stared blankly at the sky, would look straight at him then.
Moaning each time he plunged his cock in, trembling deep in her womb with every ejaculation, welcoming it.
She'd take his cum-and-juice-soaked cock back into her mouth, sucking it greedily like a reward.
"Delicious..."
In those moments, Latheus felt truly alive.
The reason for his existence, the pleasure of being.
It was a sensation felt only when cumming inside 'mommy pussy'.
His mother wasn't from the Prismatic Eight.
Just one ordinary magical girl his father had grabbed arbitrarily to secure an heir.
Kidnapped from the battlefield, sold off, and fucked into submission.
That was how his mother and father had begun.
Latheus's father, true to his role as the previous Fermaine heir, was also a top executive in the Villain Alliance.
But what did such a position matter?
Most who sat there ended up gruesomely slain by Prismatic Eight magical girls.
That was how powerful the Prismatic Eight were.
So strong, so noble, so utterly human.
All the more reason the desire to corrupt them burned fiercely.
Just imagining those perfect magical girls crumbling to cock, weeping in ecstasy as they were trained, addicted to semen and turned into masochistic bitches—it made him hard.
So his father prepared.
Preliminary experiments to train Prismatic Eight members.
He captured a hundred ordinary magical girls alive and dragged one into his chambers every night.
Cumming inside their pussies, again and again and again.
Dozens of times into a single womb.
The ones who went mad and died? Butchered for meals.
Only those with intact bodies became the experimental group for impregnation viability.
And amid that slaughter, the sole survivor.
That was Latheus's mother.
From the very first day of capture, she endured the royal demon's sincere fucking.
At first, she screamed until her voice gave out, her flesh tearing without mercy.
Yet she held on until the end.
Her body, at least.
After that day, she became a hollow shell, indifferent to the outside world.
Alive, but with empty eyes.
Except when she saw a cock—then her eyes came alive.
Latheus knew.
That was the only moment she truly saw him.
So every night, they did 'sex studies'.
Deeper, longer, more beastly.
"How's today's cock, Mom? I've grown so big, haven't I? Praise me."
His father had abandoned her early on.
Went out hunting for a Prismatic Eight cumdump and got himself killed instead.
Now, it was just him.
Squelch! Squelch!! Squelch!!!
"Gaaahhh...♥ More... rip me apart...♥♥"
Until her cervix gaped and cum backed up.
Pounding her to pieces, night after night.
And—
Thud.
Finally.
"...Huh?"
With the ultimate ejaculation, her mouth hung open, eyes vacant.
Her hips no longer bucked.
"...Mom?"
Death from abdominal rupture.
I had killed the woman I loved most in the world with my own cock.
By the time the tale ended, Ren didn't even realize what a childish expression she wore.
Her mouth hung half-open, her wide eyes brimming with shock and bewilderment.
And it was no wonder.
To Ren, who had lived as a magical girl, 'demons' were humanity's enemies—monsters, a repulsive race that could only be born through rape.
That had been her ingrained belief.
Yet here was a demon with a past as human as theirs—no, more human than her own.
The man standing before her right now.
A virtual 'king' living in a grand castle that made even the opulent Kurokawa estate look like a shabby inn.
She had never once imagined he harbored such a tragic history.
Accepting that fact soaked her heart in quiet sorrow, just like when she first realized her own origins.
As she sank into that emotion in silence—
"The first time I heard your story... my initial thought was that I wanted to save you."
"...Huh?"
Latheus's hands gently enveloped the back of Ren's.
Warming her cold skin, he laid bare his heart.
"It might sound presumptuous, but... I never imagined someone else in a position like mine had been hurt by family too."
"..."
"So I wanted to help you not break... even if just a little. I hoped no one else would suffer pain like mine."
"...Ah, I see."
A strangely peculiar feeling washed over Ren.
These were warm words, no doubt.
The delicate touch was tender, the confession sincere.
So why did her chest tighten so uncomfortably?
Could it be that everything Latheus had done for her so far stemmed merely from 'pity'?
Honestly, she'd be disappointed.
But in that instant—
"...That's what I thought at first, when Executive Director Kim Taegon first told me about you. That we'd become family at least formally. That playing nanny would suffice."
Latheus spoke in a low, gentle voice.
But his gaze was firm and earnest.
"But then I met you, and realized how foolish I'd been."
Smoothly.
He reached out, gently brushing aside a stray lock of Ren's disheveled hair.
That single gesture captured her eyes.
No sleaze, no lightness anywhere.
A tender, powerful touch filled with pure sincerity.
"You... were far more beautiful and far stronger than I'd imagined."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words.
"After killing my mother with my own hands, I didn't step outside for 50 years. But you fought on, pouring your very soul into succeeding a mother who never acknowledged you. Kurokawa Ren. You're truly... an incredible woman."
Ren's eyes wavered at that.
She pressed her lips tight, but a strange heat bloomed in her chest.
And Latheus confessed slowly, in his signature low, restrained tone laced with undeniable longing.
"I fell for that spirit of yours. For that beauty, that tenacious grit... the desires and wounds hidden within you, your full breasts, your axe-like clenched pussy, your every breath soaked through and through... I lost my mind completely."
The sound of swallowed breath quietly filled the space.
"At first, I just wanted to have you somehow. But that wasn't what I truly craved."
Ren couldn't catch her breath.
Her body burned, her face flushed, her legs trembled.
"What I really yearned for... was your acceptance. To do what you like, give you what makes you happy, make you say 'I like it' with your own lips."
"Latheus..."
Her lips quivered as she called his name.
In that moment, Latheus gently wrapped his arms around her waist.
"But you know... I've never properly learned how. How to please a woman? All I know is shoving my cock in and making her feel it deep."
His hand trailed softly up her thigh.
Lightly, as if seeking permission.
"This was my way... of showing I wanted you."
His breath drew near.
His touch burned hot.
And Ren's gaze no longer fled.
Instead, she met it head-on.
Because in those eyes, she saw her child self.
The kid who flailed desperately for praise, who cried not knowing how.
Ren couldn't abandon that child, not like her own mother had.
"Anyway, that's it. What I wanted to say was..."
Latheus trailed off awkwardly.
"I don't want you hurting anymore... uh, ahem. It's getting late... get some rest."
He cleared his throat, seemingly embarrassed, and rose from his seat.
Having bared his soul, he looked a bit sheepish now.
A familiar yet awkward step, trying to revert to how things were.
Seeing that, Ren slowly lay back on the bed.
But then—
...Slide.
Her fingers slipped between her slightly parted legs.
And.
"Do you... really want praise from me?"
A quiet voice.
But with impact enough to tear the air.
"Kurokawa... Ren?"
Latheus froze.
And turned back.
Ren wasn't asleep.
Instead, she lay on her back atop the sheets, legs spread wide.
With both hands, she held her pussy open wide, her hymen flushed red and exposed.
"......"
Her slick labia parted like a breath.
Untouched, pure yet lewd—she revealed it herself, averting her gaze.
But her posture said it all.
Look all you want.
Come inside.
I'm ready for you now.
"Then... try that one way—the only way to earn praise from her—on me."