Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Happy Ending
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'I thought I'd get fucked again and freaked out...'
Every time I laid eyes on the Hero, a sharp ache stabbed through my groin and lower belly, drawing out an involuntary groan.
This body had already come to fully grasp the destructive power of his cock—to the point where just having him in my line of sight made me tremble uncontrollably.
...To give birth to a million kids, how much more of this shit would I have to endure?
Even if I got pregnant right away, it'd take at least a year for the baby to be born.
By that math, it'd take a million years. Did that mean I'd really have to fuck the Hero nonstop for an actual million years?
It was utter nonsense, but knowing that worthless Goddess was behind this whole mess, I couldn't let my guard down.
"H-Hey, standing around naked like that will give you a cold, you know?"
"...I can at least dress myself."
The Saintess's hands felt strangely sticky as she slowly helped me up. Was that my imagination?
Her behavior was starting to feel like she was after me even though we were the same sex now. It sent chills down my spine.
And right in front of me stood the Hero, watching the whole scene with an intensity that meant he wouldn't look away for even a second, no matter what I did.
'What the hell could I even do? I don't have the strength for anything.'
I rummaged through the wardrobe for something decent to wear, but all I found were servant outfits.
Of all the rooms, they had to stick me in this one.
Irritated, I snatched up the maid uniform in front of me and ground my teeth.
What the fuck was up with this fabric area? Was this even clothing?
Were all the outfits in these ero-games like this?
"..."
"..."
Fuck, eye contact.
I quickly averted my gaze from the Hero's stare, burning with a bizarre heat.
His eyes raked from my chest downward, igniting intense shame and goosebumps that prickled across my skin.
...He wasn't going to rape me again, was he?
I didn't love the outfit, but I'd finally found something to cover up with. I couldn't let it end up like that again.
If seeing my body turned him on, covering it had to be priority one.
Splash...
"Ah."
"..."
"..."
But the moment I lifted my leg to step into the skirt, a clump of semen that hadn't fully come out yet plopped onto the floor with a wet splatter—pressure from the movement, probably.
No matter how dim the lighting, the sticky white globs were glaringly visible.
The Hero, the Saintess, and I—myself included—froze like statues at the sight of the fresh stain on the floor.
...I want to die. Die so bad. Just drop dead right now.
Tears welling up inside, I forced my shaking body to shove both legs through the skirt anyway.
'This skirt is...'
Even pulling it down as far as it would go, the cheap thing felt like my pussy would flash with the slightest movement. I couldn't help but marvel at it.
Demon race folks weren't just open—they broadcasted "fuck me like a bitch" with their whole bodies, apparently.
The top was plunging deep, and the sleeves? Nowhere in sight.
Was I seriously supposed to live in this?
Ero-game or not, this crossed the line by a mile.
"So, what now? You planning to stick around here and keep rap... violating me until I pop out a million kids?"
"..."
The Hero furrowed his brow at my question.
He clearly hadn't even considered it, his face a mask of genuine contemplation.
From my perspective, anywhere was a nightmare, but at least knowing the destination would let me brace myself.
...Please, anything but a goblin nest or jellyfish lake.
The image flashing in my mind made my body shudder. I pressed down hard on the fluttering skirt hem at my waist.
"For now, how about the capital?"
"...With me?"
Taking the Demon King to the capital? Was he insane?
Sure, from the Hero's side, it might make sense. But for me? Hell no.
From alleyway thugs to the lecherous-eyed guard captain, potbellied nobles, and the bald king himself.
Game lore or not, the capital was where at least a hundred thousand humans had fucked the Demon King.
"If you're thinking of offering me up to the human king like some trophy, just kill me now. I'm not spoils of war."
Marinated in aphrodisiacs in the palace, becoming the bald king's sex slave? That was the most horrific future I could imagine.
Goblin nests or jellyfish lakes at least depicted the Demon King's body intact. The sex slave ending... Ugh.
"What should we do, Hero?"
"...For now, we should ask the other companions for their input. Deciding alone wouldn't be... courteous."
His gaze blatantly swept over my chest. I reflexively crossed my arms to cover up.
Fuck, that bastard! He wasn't content with actual rape anymore—he was raping me with his eyes too...
Front: Rape Hero. Side: Pervert Saintess. Me: Demon King broodmare.
Could a more fucked-up party even exist?
And so, discussions about my treatment and their next destination got tabled until the rest of the Hero's crew woke up. It all fizzled out vaguely.
"See you tomorrow, Hero!"
"...You're really sleeping with the Demon King?"
"Aw, it's not dangerous at all. See? Totally safe!"
The Saintess pinched and stretched my cheeks. I rolled my eyes hard.
It was like someone poking a feral beast's tail or cheek to prove it wasn't dangerous.
Of course, I wasn't the beast—and if anything was dangerous, it was her.
'Can't they both just fuck off?'
I wanted the room to myself, but she insisted someone had to watch me in case I bolted. So the Saintess volunteered to bunk with me.
Hero or Saintess, they were equally shitty guards. But if I had to pick, she'd make for a more peaceful night.
Who knew what that guy might do if we were alone? No thanks.
"...If anything happens, scream."
"Yes!"
...The one who'd scream if shit went down was me, not her.
I flipped him off mentally as he glared at me one last time and reluctantly shuffled out.
Don't ever let me see you again, you dogshit fucker!
...Though tomorrow would roll around soon enough.
"Well then, shall we hit the hay?"
The Saintess patted the bed with her palm and flashed a sweet smile.
It looked pure and innocent, like some country girl. So why did it unsettle me so much...?
I wanted to crash on the floor, but with her closing the distance like that, refusing felt impossible.
Just please don't do anything weird.
She had that vibe of waiting till I dozed off, then masturbating furiously alone. Sharing a bed with her creeped me out.
'Eh, what could go wrong?'
Compared to being alone with the Hero and his dick impaling me? A thousand times better sharing with the Saintess.
Yeah, better a crazy beauty than a filthy dudebro.
With that, I slowly settled onto the bed.
It was big enough for two with some wiggle room, so thankfully no awkward crowding.
No idea why a servant's room had such a massive bed, but good was good. Whatever.
My body hurt too much to think further, and exhaustion hit hard.
...Naturally, it didn't take long to regret my complacent choice.
Saintess Elly was keenly aware of the strange desire writhing deep in her heart.
A single mystical fragment bestowed directly by the Goddess.
The tiny soul shard brimming with holy power had long since merged with her.
The heat blazing in her chest was undoubtedly tied to the Goddess as well.
'Goddess, what exactly do you desire from me?'
Praying devoutly beside the Demon King, who lay with eyes tightly shut, brought a twinge of sacrilege.
A Saintess sharing a bed with the Demon King—and praying to the divine right beside her sleeping form!
The odd stimulation poking at her lower belly threatened to shatter her focus, but she pressed on with the prayer.
Prayer to the divine was a sacred rite. Interrupting it midway invited dire consequences—like madness or coma.
"We beseech you to shine your light upon our path..."
The Demon King's fidgeting—adjusting her uncomfortable sleeping position—distracted her a bit, but Elly had endured far worse and handled it deftly.
But she couldn't help stealing glances at the glimpse of pristine white skin.
That pervertedly short skirt fluttered in her sleep, revealing a soft mound each time.
"...May only your blessings guide our journey ahead, we pray..."
Elly swallowed hard at the sight.
Her restless heart surged, urging her to abandon the prayer right then.
'It's fine. I'm a Saintess—what could possibly happen?'
The hands clasped together in prayer suddenly fell apart.