Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Happy Ending(13)
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It felt like I'd had a strange dream.
I'd definitely been asleep, but suddenly the Hero burst through the door and fucked me like a dog.
I clutched my hazy, melting head and let out a long breath. Faint memories pounded in my skull.
'...Fuck, no way.'
The moment I propped myself up, pain shot through my lower body.
And my belly felt heavy too.
Yesterday, we'd drained every last drop after all sorts of depravity, but now even more semen filled my womb to the brim.
There was only one thing that meant.
The Hero—that piece of trash—had raped me while I slept.
Nausea surged at the semen stains plastered to the bedsheet.
He'd fucked me like a bitch in heat, couldn't hold back, and fucked me again?
"...Pathetic."
Whether awake or not, I was just the Hero's cocksleeve either way.
How nice it would be if this was all just one long nightmare.
A dry laugh escaped my bitter mood on reflex.
I'd finally found clean clothes to wear, and now they were soiled again.
I gingerly lifted the scrap of cloth barely covering my lower half, revealing my slit spitting out semen with lewd squelches.
"Really, it's so pathetic I just want to die."
The weight of the cock-juice stuffing my gut made my mood even heavier.
A weird tugging in my abdomen came with waist pain.
Forget my body breaking down bit by bit—even more pathetic that I hadn't properly woken up after being ravaged like this.
'No, I definitely did wake up...'
But in my memories, I had woken up.
No matter how dead-to-the-world from rape fatigue, no one could sleep through a massive cock churning their insides.
I sifted through the foggy haze in my mind, slowly recalling last night.
So, what happened last night?
The Hero's face when I opened my eyes, unable to fight the pleasure flooding from my womb through my whole body.
That monstrous mug in the moonlight.
"Urk, eep..."
And beneath it, me—impaled on the monster's cock, panting like a whore.
It hit like a hammer to the crown of my head.
Am I insane? Impaled on a man's dick, moaning like a slut?
Me? Me?ME?!
The ecstasy was leagues beyond any male orgasm I'd known.
Yeah, that electric thrill still lingering, zipping through my body—that was it.
A memory so terrifying I'd buried it with my body... why dig it up now...
"Uweeeek..."
I retched like I was puking my guts out, thick green bile splattering the floor.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!
The more I remembered, the sicker it got—worse with my traitorous body convulsing in delight at the recall.
For a former man, it was a brutal experience to swallow.
No—before man, it trampled basic human dignity with ruthless violation.
"...Demon King?"
I slowly raised my head at the voice by my ear.
Endless retching left only stomach acid dribbling from my lips.
The fishy taste in my mouth just amplified the misery.
Give birth as many as you kill.
One million kids ahead.
Despair hidden in that curt sentence swallowed my mind in an instant.
"Why are you cryi—"
"...You knew."
"..."
"Last night... you saw everything."
Those blue eyes I'd met before pleasure-fogged bliss blacked me out.
My face reflected in her lust-filled gaze came into sharp focus now.
Melted in ecstasy, utterly ruined.
The Demon King's face from the game, but in that moment, I'd claimed it as mine.
That one fact—this wasn't fiction or a dream, but reality—ripped my heart to shreds.
"Why... why didn't you stop him... why the hell..."
"..."
My vision blurred, a single tear trickling from my damp eyes.
A hot trail of sorrow slid down my cheek and fell away.
Now that this body knew female pleasure, I couldn't even pretend Hero sex felt bad anymore.
One tiny breach in the dam wrecked the whole floodgate.
I cried, cried, and cried some more.
In front of the flustered Saintess, I sobbed for a long while.
"I hate it, hate it all... dying, the pain, birthing kids, being raped by the Hero, feeling pleasure from it—all of it, I hate it..."
"..."
I wiped the torrent of tears, but once started, the flood of grievances wouldn't stop.
I just played a game, that's all.
Was that such a crime? To deserve this shit?
Then fuck— what about everyone else?!
"Why... why do I have to go through this..."
"Demon King..."
After ages of sobbing, the Saintess softly called my name.
I looked up to see genuine remorse on her face.
Never imagined she'd show me that expression—my tears halted on reflex.
"Hic, hik..."
"There, there. It's okay now. My fault, alright?"
"..Hic."
Her hand lightly patted my back as hiccups started; I hung my head again.
After face-fucking hell, all I get is a pat on the back.
Wanted to scream bullshit, but my body and mind were too wrecked for the energy.
"Never thought the Demon King would cry."
Long after the tears stopped.
Embarrassed by my tear-streaked mess of a face, I turned away—then she chuckled.
Demon King crying? Unthinkable, she said.
True, pre-r*pe ending Demon Kings were cold-blooded, no tears or blood.
Steel will that scoffed at showing weakness.
Even with this body's buffs, getting this emotional proved the depth of my misery.
Or maybe another reason.
"I don't even know why I'm like this. Me, who never shed a tear in life..."
"Hmm, think I know why."
As I muttered while untangling my hair, her sly voice slipped in.
She knows? Why I'm bawling?
Ridiculous.
If she knew, she wouldn't react so casually.
Hell, no reaction might've pissed me off less.
"Tell me."
"Well, you see..."
But curiosity won.
I'd mock her if it was lame, ears perked anyway.
Her uncharacteristic caution irked me a bit, but beats the gloom from before.
Or almost did.
"Looks like... you're pregnant?"
"...What?"
"I mean, someone who never cried suddenly bawling like this."
Her words bleached my mind white.
What? What'd she say? I'm what?!
My hand flew to my belly on reflex— a new weight, different from last night, crushed me down.
'No, no way... no baby in my gut...'
Hero's massive cumload, obviously.
He dumped more than we drained, so heavier now—makes sense.
But deep anxiety crept up, agreeing with her.
You're pregnant. With the Hero's kid. Dude with a womb, knocked up!
"N-no... no way..."
"Wanna check?"
I stammered denials, trembling—she pulled a small paper slip from her bosom.
Staring blankly, she explained.
"Church pregnancy test paper. Blessed by the Goddess—never wrong."
"...How?"
"Smear your bodily fluids on it."
Wait, why the fuck carry that around, you psycho?!
I glared at the paper, then snatched it half-forcibly.
Fine, infallible—so it'll prove no pregnancy.
She explained: one line negative, two positive. I smeared sticky juices from my pussy onto it.
"You could've used a drop of blood."
"Wha—"
Tell me that first—
"Oh, two lines! Congrats on the pregnancy!"
"Wha—"
Fuck.