Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Became a Mother. (2)
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It was a horrific nightmare.
He had slaughtered every last demon and even captured the Demon King herself, yet his nightmare still refused to end.
A peaceful village etched into his mind.
But as he dwelled on it further, those verdant memories were swiftly overlaid with the crimson of blood and flame.
'Run, Arthur! Hurry!'
His mother, shedding tears as she was torn apart by demon claws.
It had all happened so fast that he couldn't witness the process itself, but the gruesome aftermath was seared into his eyes.
Yes, imagine the feeling of seeing human entrails for the first time in your life—and realizing they belonged to your own mother.
Gushing red blood vessels and the final death rattle echoing in his ears turned Arthur's mind into a chaotic mess.
If only he had awakened his hero's power back then... could he have saved his mother?
...Of course he could have.
'I'll hold them off here. You're better looking than me, so survive for both of us and seduce all the pretty girls in my stead.'
The guy loved women a bit too much, but he was still a good friend.
Braver than Arthur, who could only flee in terror.
The image of him charging at the demon with the dagger he used for butchering game was unforgettable.
Of course, the sight of his body being cleaved in half, spilling its contents across the ground, was equally burned into his memory—impossible to erase.
'Arthur, sorry. Looks like I can't accept your confession after all.'
And Ariel.
The fresh, spring-like girl's final moments were more cruel, horrific, and futile than any ending could be.
Demons were beings deserving of curses.
Vermin that shouldn't exist in this world.
He recalled the blood-red tongue licking Ariel's slender nape as it lifted her up.
He wanted to rip apart that grotesquely elongated slab of flesh, but he lacked the power back then.
'Arthur, don't look. Please, don't look. Please...'
The demon's vile grin as it yanked down her skirt. That fucking face.
A face so repulsive he could grind it to dust and still not feel satisfied!
As the hero swung his fist, a massive boom echoed, and the tree before him crashed to the ground.
Ariel's tearful pleas not to look pierced his mind like sharpened spikes, darting about chaotically.
'Ah, sob♥ D-don't loooook♥'
Her thighs gripped in the much larger demon's hands, screaming in that vulgar pose.
Beyond the shock of seeing his childhood friend like that for the first time came self-loathing for his inaction amid the horror.
Couldn't stop it because he lacked power?
What bullshit. He was just a cowardly bastard.
A worthless piece of trash who failed to save Ariel.
'It's c-coming♥ Something's c-cooooming♥ G-going, g-gonnna go, gonna go go go go gooooo♥♥♥'
Ariel shrieking like a beast as the massive cock—its outline visible through her belly—pounded her pussy relentlessly.
Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out in ecstasy—that lascivious sight became the hero's greatest failure, butchering his heart every single day.
'Ariel!!'
'O-oh♥ Ooohaa... Uh...'
When thick semen erupted inside the innocent country girl's pussy, her petite frame—for her age—swelled round and full.
The girl who always adorably complained about wanting to be taller.
His pure childhood friend, who even as an adult seemed more girl than woman.
And yet, as he took in that horrific scene, his pathetic lower half betrayed him, hardening with desire and oozing sticky fluids freely.
Fucking disgusting.
Only after Ariel's body slumped into the pool of semen on the ground did he snap out of it and stagger toward his childhood friend.
'...Ariel, come on!'
'...'
'...Ariel?'
But no reply ever came.
It had been just one violent mating, but Ariel's fragile body couldn't endure it and gave out.
What was it they said? Some demon that exuded an aphrodisiac from its whole body, melting women's brains with pleasure until they died.
The lingering ecstasy on her corpse—eyes rolled back, tongue out—was more horrifying than anything.
The vile demon bastard's sneering laughter shook his soul.
'D-die. Die, you fucking bastard!!!!!!'
Deep despair had a way of summoning miracles.
Rising with tears of blood, the holy sword gleamed brilliantly in his hand.
The goddess's greatest gift to humanity, the wedge that could shred all evil in this world.
Not even the neighbor uncle, his friend, the local thugs, guards, or patrolling knights could stop that repulsive demon body—and yet, from the moment he struck to the head rolling free took only three seconds.
"This is ridiculous..."
Truly, utterly ridiculous.
That his village, his parents, his friend had lost their lives to something like this?
That Ariel had her purity stolen by such trash, thoroughly ravaged until she died in that vulgar state from the pleasure?
What a load of crap.
He thought the same as he buried Ariel's semen-drenched corpse.
What a load of crap.
As he erected tombstones for the villagers and closed the eyes of those who died staring wide open, the thought persisted.
'...I absolutely refuse to accept an ending like this.'
He had sworn it before all their graves.
He would turn it back, no matter what.
Kill the Demon King responsible for this atrocity, pray to the goddess, and resurrect everyone.
Well, now it was all just shattered dreams...
"Baby! There's your baby in my belly right now! If you mate with that brutal thing like this, the baby in my womb will die..."
You bitch.
Snapping out of those damned past memories, the first thing he saw was the world's most repulsive existence.
Wearing Elly's clothes, trembling in feigned terror...
And those words were surely just a desperate excuse to avoid being raped by him.
What? Baby?
...Ha, what nonsense.
"So what if it dies?"
"...What?"
"Wouldn't it be better if a filthy Demon King's spawn never saw the light of day?"
"W-what are you even saying—"
It was all this bitch's fault.
Demon King, Demon King, Demon King!
How much he loathed that name—how it ignited rage just to hear it, how he could tear her apart a thousand times and still not be sated!
If this whore had never existed, everyone who had sacrificed themselves would still be living happily.
And now? Baby? The baby dying?
"Fucking bitch."
With a dull thud, the Demon King flew back.
Clutching her belly protectively—it was nauseatingly horrific.
Had she grown attached to the child conceived in rape already?
Or was she trying to evoke his pity?
Various reasons flashed through his mind, but to the hero, they were all equally invalid.
"Because of you, because of you, because of you!!!"
His iron-soled boots, meant for battle, began mercilessly stomping her body.
The woman curled up, unable even to scream—it might have stirred pity in anyone else, but to the hero, it was just pathetic theater.
A Demon King shouldn't feel pain from something like this. No, she damn well shouldn't.
Bones creaking in agony, finally snapping with gruesome cracks—yet he didn't stop trampling her.
Just die already. Give birth or not, just fucking die!
"...Sorry."
"..."
"...I'm sorry. I was wrong. Sob, I was wrong..."
Her thin, whimpering apology halted his kicks.
The Demon King lay at his feet, clutching her grotesquely twisted, shattered arm, tears streaming down.
Despite bruises and fractures swelling her body from the brutal beating, her belly remained precariously swollen and protected.
"...Ha."
The hero looked up at the colorless ceiling and let out a deep sigh.
A long breath that seemed like mockery or forced expulsion of inner regret drifted into the air.
"After slaughtering so many children, now the one in your belly is precious?"
"..."
He spat the words accusingly, but the venom had largely drained from his voice.
Gazing down at the sprawled Demon King, who offered no reply, he roughly tousled his hair and heaved ragged breaths.
Whether it was all an act or genuine didn't matter.
It was just that he hated how this—
No, how this thing daring to be the Demon King—had turned his insides into such a mess.
"You can't die this pathetically."
"..."
"You have to get back everything you did, suffer the fitting punishment, and then die in misery."
Yes, that was the only reason.