Open Up--!! Demon King--!!! (7)
Morgiana finally left the Demon King's Castle looking utterly ruined.
She staggered away, dragging her torn cloak behind her…
With her hair a mess and dust clinging to her clothes in patches, it was almost impossible to believe this was the same arrogant, self-assured woman from before.
From the top of the high staircase, Firva watched her go all the way out through the castle gates, eyes rolled back in pleasure.
"Hit me… hit me again~♥︎"
Rrrrrumble—BOOM!!
The massive castle gates slowly shut with a thunderous crash.
The sound echoed through the entire Demon King's Castle, and then silence settled in.
"…………"
Firva held her silence for a moment—then finally couldn't take it anymore. She covered her mouth with her hand and burst out laughing.
"Pffft…!"
The laugh only grew louder.
"Hahahaha! How long has it been since I've felt pleasure like this—!!"
She clutched her stomach and laughed for a long while.
Morgiana's flustered face from moments ago, the look of someone who'd completely lost her mind, and the final wrecked state of a woman pickled in pleasure kept replaying in her head.
"Doesn't the Demon King feel pleasure every day, though?"
When the Hero added that, Firva recoiled and shouted.
"No—!! That's completely different—!!"
"Heeeh~!"
"Ahem… From now on, she won't even dare think of looking down on me."
Savoring a victor's ease, she walked slowly to the throne, crossed her legs, and sat.
Chin resting on the armrest, she gazed out over the vast hall and even started humming to herself.
Until a few hours ago, the sticky orange semen clinging to the castle had left her thoroughly disgusted—but to Firva now, that hardly mattered.
"This kind of quiet isn't so bad."
She leaned deep into the backrest and closed her eyes.
That was the moment.
Tick.
"…Huh?"
A tiny, almost inaudible sound.
It was like the second hand of an old grandfather clock moving.
Firva slowly opened her eyes and turned her head.
"A clock?"
The Demon King's Castle did have a few decorative clocks, but there was nothing in the direction the sound had come from.
She listened carefully for a moment.
Tick. Tick.
This time it came through even more clearly.
A fixed interval.
A perfectly regular sound, without the slightest deviation.
Firva rose from her seat and slowly surveyed the hall.
She checked the walls, looked up at the ceiling, even inspected behind the throne—but nothing seemed out of place.
"Is that sound coming from you?"
She asked the Hero, who was casually whistling away.
"Whee-whee~! Who knows?"
At the Hero's nonchalant answer, Firva's brow twitched slightly.
Then the clock sound started up again.
Tick. Tick.
This time it was unnervingly close.
Without meaning to, Firva's gaze dropped downward.
"…No way."
She slowly placed her palm over her own stomach.
Holding her breath, she listened.
Tick.
From beneath her palm, a faint vibration carried the sound of a clock's second hand.
"…Hmm."
Firva was silent for a beat—then…
"HEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO—!!!"
"Yes~?"
The Hero answered with a wicked little smile.
"What did you do to me this time—!!"
"Ahahaha~! Caught me, did you?"
"How could I not catch you—!!"
At the Demon King's roar, the Hero scratched her cheek and explained.
"Come on~! This product is actually good for the Demon King too~!"
"Don't lie to me—!!"
"Okay, yeah, that was a lie."
"See—!! I knew it—!!"
"Please listen to the explanation~! What's inside the Demon King's belly is a Masturbation Alarm Clock—!!"
"What the hell kind of name is that—?!"
"It rings at set times, and if you don't masturbate when it does, it blasts out an absolutely enormous sound."
"………?"
"And right about now, the time is…"
"Nngh-gohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh—!!!"
In that instant, a massive moan began pouring out of Firva's stomach.
"WAAAAAAAH—!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIIIIIIIIIS—!!!"
Firva freaked out and demanded answers from the Hero.
"It's a product developed to make people already addicted to masturbation even more addicted—!!"
"Why would you even make something for that—!! And when did you put this thing in me—!!"
"When I was stuffing the Enter-Me Flower into you."
"It was thennnnnnnnn—!!!"
"The alarm cycle is probably every mealtime~! It'll discharge on its own within a day, so please masturbate hard for me—!!"
"Don't give me that crap—!! How dare you plant something like this in me without permission—!!"
Whooooosh…
"!!!!!!!!"
Firva watched the Hero vanish right before her eyes, then clenched both fists and started trembling.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAH—!!! HEROOOOOOOOOO—!! Nngh-ghh—!! Nngh-gohhhhhhhhhh—!!"
Firva shouted at the top of her lungs while rubbing her hand furiously over her crotch.
Dinner time was almost here.
She couldn't let the people bringing her meal hear the sounds coming from her stomach.
So she was furiously jacking off out of pure rage.
The next morning.
"Hic—!! Ugh—!! Oh-gohhhhhhhhhh—!!!"
"Ghhh… Why are you doing this to me…"
The moment the Demon King opened her eyes on the massive bed, a booming moan was already ringing from her stomach.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Right then, a knock came at the Demon King's door.
"My lord. This is your butler, Alfredwine. The meal is ready—may I enter?"
"Kh—?!"
Hearing the knock, Firva hurriedly shouted.
"Get out of here right now—!! Don't even think of setting foot in here until I call for you again—!!"
"Hagh-nnnnnnnnngh-gohhhhhhh—!!"
"Hiiik…!!"
The butler recoiled in shock at Firva's cry and the moan that followed right after.
"I… I understand—!!"
Tadadadadada…!!
And so Firva was left alone…
Squish-squish-squelch-squelch-squish-squelch—!!
"Hngh… nnnh…!! Hero…!! I swear I will definitely…!!!"
She rubbed her entrance with violent intensity, swallowing tears of pure fury.
By afternoon, the executives of the Demon King's Castle began gathering one by one in the grand meeting room once more.
Seated in the highest place in the chamber, Firva kept her usual dignified expression on the outside—but inside, her face was pure relief.
(…I made it.)
Right after lunch, she had furiously worked her fingers in an empty bathroom and finally managed to stop the clock sound ringing from her belly.
When that vile moaning finally disappeared, she had nearly collapsed on the spot.
(Now I just have to get through dinner…)
It wasn't over yet, but the thought that she had cleared the biggest hurdle made her quietly exhale in relief.
Watching her, the executives exchanged glances and wore meaningful little smiles.
"My lord."
One executive rose from his seat and bowed politely at the waist.
"There is something we wish to say."
Firva propped her chin up with a look of perfect ignorance.
"Speak."
Then one of the executives beamed and opened his mouth.
"Congratulations—!!!!"
"…What?"
"Are you finally going to have a successor?"
The meeting room stirred at once.
"We heard it from the butler—!! The sounds of making a successor this morning—!!"
"WHAAAAAAAAAAT—!!!"
Firva freaked out and shouted at their words.
"And your partner is another woman, no less… Learning about the Demon King's sexual walls is quite the experience… Fufufu…!!"
An incubus executive grinned as he spoke.
"N-no—!! I… I…!!"
As Firva waved both hands in denial, an orc executive smiled and said,
"Kkukukuk…!! We will guide the young successor properly along the path of a true Demon King, so please rest easy…"
Another executive chimed in.
"Whether it's Demon King Firva's daughter… or son… I'm so curious—!!"
In an instant, the atmosphere shifted as if a celebration banquet had broken out.
"If it's the Demon King's offspring, they will surely become the strongest being in history."
"The future of the Demon King's army has grown bright—!!"
"Congratulations!"
Even applause started bursting out.
Faced with their excitement, Firva froze solid.
('Ah… I want to cry…')
Her mind had already gone completely blank.
She wanted to scream, "No—!! That's not what this is—!!!!"
But she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"What the butler heard was the moan from my stomach and the moan I made myself."
There was no way she could say a truth like that either.
She forced a composed expression and cleared her throat.
"Ahem… Don't jump to conclusions on your own."
But those words were taken as neither confirmation nor denial.
The executives looked at one another with even more conviction on their faces.
"As expected, it seems you are not yet ready for an official announcement."
"We were too hasty."
"Until the successor is safely born, we will keep this matter secret."
"Everyone, watch your mouths."
"Yes!"
A booming reply filled the meeting room.
Firva could only stare blankly at the scene with a rotten look on her face.
(What am I supposed to do about the aftermath…)
She had barely survived the lunchtime crisis and let herself relax—only to watch events spiral in a direction she had never imagined, swallowing a deep sigh all alone inside.
"You… this is all your faaaaaaaaaault—!!"
Squish-squish-squish-squish—!!!
Firva began furiously rubbing her entrance while sitting on the chair in her room.
"Nnh—!! Hero… Hero… Herooooooo…!!!"
Pshhhhhhhhhhshhhhh—!!!
"Hngh-gyaaaaaaaaah—!! Uwooooooooh—!!!"
"Ah… you…"
At that same moment, a long line of executives was waiting outside the Demon King's door.
"Th-the one the Demon King longed for…"
"C-could it be…"
"The Hero…?!?!?!?"
They were currently spinning a full fantasy circuit: that the Hero the Demon King had slain had actually been a tragic figure the Demon King once yearned for.
"H-how heartbreaking a story this is…!!"
"So the Demon King couldn't forget the Hero, and has been handling her duties alone while imitating the Hero…!!"
"M-my lord…!!"
"Ugh-nnnnnnnnh—!!! Herooooooooooo—!!!"
Completely unaware of just how thoroughly fucked the situation was becoming, Firva focused only on discharging the alarm clock.