Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Happy Ending (2)
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Vivid experience my ass.
"...Fuck."
If I tried to describe this feeling in words, I could probably fill a whole damn book. But all that came to mind were three letters.
It fucking sucks. It sucks so goddamn bad I'm about to lose my mind.
If it was possessing the Hero, that'd be one thing—but why the hell the Demon King?
Fuck, if you're gonna make me feel it so vividly, tease a dick and shove it in a hole. Why the fuck do I have to get fucked like a dog!
And not even the back hole, but a front hole I've never even seen in my life!
That text flickering in the corner of my vision looked downright malicious, didn't it?
Putting an exact number would be one thing, but vaguely lumping it as "approximately 1 million" was straight-up evil.
If I'd possessed the Demon King's body at the early game, I might've tried a no-kill route somehow. But the bastard glaring right in front of me was making it crystal clear: this was right before the ending.
Should I just die?
Dying without ever having sex once was a little—no, pretty damn regrettable. But with this body, there was no way in hell.
Die, or spend the rest of my life getting fucked by dicks and popping out a million kids while moaning like a bitch... Fuck, for real.
"What's wrong? You don't think I'm lying in a situation like this, do you?"
Especially that tone.
I'd clearly yelled, "No, I'm about to die—why the fuck would I lie?!" but it got auto-filtered into this bullshit. Pure artistry.
Whoever programmed this, rot in hell forever. No, even if you do, I'll fuck you like a dog in my imagination.
I curl my lips into a smug grin, picturing shoving my dick up the ass of some faceless bastard who did this to me.
I did it! I fucked that bitch who put me in this state like a goddamn animal! Sure, just mentally, but I win!
"You dare mock us with that filthy mouth of yours?!"
Fuck, misunderstanding on misunderstanding!
I wasn't trying to provoke you lot—it was just imaginary rape against the asshole who shoved me into this body!
Of course the narrow-minded dwarf shits buried in their tunnels would flip out over one smug smile during a nice fantasy and try to smash my head in.
"We heard it straight from the Goddess. She said if we complete this journey and defeat the Demon King, everyone will come back to life!"
"...So."
You dense fucks—the Goddess and her bullshit wishes can't bring anyone back, period!
That elf archer with the killer body should just keep being a goblin or orc fucktoy like always!
If I'd known it'd turn out like this, I would've thrown her to the goblins as a toy like in the other ending routes.
"You can't trust me because I'm the Demon King, right?"
Of course not. You're the bitch who got everyone killed.
But let me explain one more thing: the Goddess who empowered the Hero wasn't some benevolent, capable deity like in other stories.
How to put it... she felt like a character stuffed full of the devs' twisted perversions.
In short, a total psycho bitch.
"Fine, perfect. Then trust your precious Goddess. Wound my body. Stain that holy sword in your hand with my blood. Then you'll know the truth."
"..."
"What's there to hesitate? Didn't you say you'd kill me? You can't possibly trust the words of a monster who's killed nearly a million—"
"Shut up!!!"
Whoa, shit.
The Hero's sudden roar made my body flinch on reflex.
Honestly, if I were him, I'd have lopped my head off in one swing. Watching him hesitate like this was frustrating enough to drive me insane.
Hero parties really are just a gang of strong idiots, huh.
"I'm gonna kill you anyway, so don't give me a headache—shut the fuck up!!"
Once his voice ramped up, it only got louder, no sign of stopping.
His eyes bloodshot red, gripping the sword—it was quite the sight.
From this angle, I'm the pitiful, voluptuous beauty under threat, and he's the vile rapist bastard waving a sword to force a million kids out of me, right?
Sure, that setup sounded hot, but the problem was me being the one giving birth.
I've never even had a kid, and now they want me to pop out kids? What kind of bullshit is that?
"If you won't do it, I will. I'll stain that blade with my own blood myself."
"You think I'll let you pull any tricks?!"
I thought the Hero frozen in place was my chance to approach, but of course, our dwarf bro couldn't read the room and swung his hammer.
'Even in the game, this guy ruined every mood. Same shit here, you worthless little dwarf fuck...'
Every game character had sex or violation scenes scripted in, but the dwarf's was the most shocking by far.
When I first saw it, my raging boner deflated on the spot and wouldn't recover for a solid two hours.
Demon Marine's Demon Realm Jjajang... Ugh, my head...
"Why are you trying to stop me? I'm giving you exactly what you want."
Dying, or getting fucked like a dog without dying—both were the worst options for me.
So before the Hero remembered what his dead hometown buddy used to say every day, I had to summon that trash Goddess.
Yeah, if he saw that psycho bitch firsthand, even the Hero would change his mind.
It was a faint hope, but my only shot.
If it meant not dying and avoiding a lifetime of getting dicked, I'd bark like a dog and crawl on all fours.
"The reason I'm not using my power isn't because you're all way stronger than me. It's just... no point."
Total bullshit, actually—I couldn't even feel the Demon King's power, let alone use it.
If I had any strength, I'd go on a rampage, but all I sensed from this body was plain, ordinary existence.
Not lying—this thing might lose to a giant slime one-on-one.
Not that I know how strong giant slimes are.
I was bluffing hard, but I'd bet I'd lose to that saintess over there too.
"If I did use my power, most of you here would die for sure. You don't want to lose any more precious people, do you?"
"...Goddamn it."
...Did it work?
Watching his handsome face twist in confusion from my word salad was delicious.
I snickered inwardly like a cheap thug, mocking the Hero—until I remembered I might end up skewered on his dick soon. My face hardened instantly.
Should I have groveled instead of provoking? Begged him not to fuck me?
Or yelled something like, "I'm a guy inside, so back off unless you wanna be a mental faggot!"?
"Never thought I'd be saying this as the Demon King to the Hero, but... believe me. For the first and last time, believe me."
I'm saying this much—believe me, you bastard!
Arthur was lost.
He loathed himself and the Demon King babbling nonsense right in front of him with a sickening intensity he could barely contain.
But even so, he couldn't swing his sword at her.
All he could do was tremble with rage.
"Listen, Arthur. We need to rip that wicked Demon King to shreds right now! With your holy sword!"
"...I."
His response trailed off, then died weakly.
I'll kill her. That goddamn, loathsome Demon King bitch—I'll execute her for sure.
But what if she was telling the truth?
What if the Goddess's wishes really couldn't revive the dead?
Even so, the Demon King would die.
A crime like mass murder could only be repaid with death.
"I'll definitely kill you."
"I know."
"I'm only listening to you because I don't want to lose anything else precious. Not because I believe you."
"I know that too."
Even faced with her own death, the Demon King's expression didn't change.
Amid the razor-sharp killing intent and the battlefield heat ready to explode, she acted like none of this had anything to do with her.
Damn bitch. Did she think her minions' kills didn't count since she didn't do them herself?
If so, the Demon King before him was even more vile, petty, and trashy than he'd ever imagined.
"Come on, then. Slash me. Anywhere's fine as long as it doesn't kill me. Or stab if you hate slashing. With that holy sword."
The Demon King brushed past the hammer-wielding dwarf—Gail—and stepped right up to him, thrusting out her obscenely huge tits.
That sly, tempting gaze egging him on was no different from some village whore.
"Go to hell."
"I'd love to, if I could."
The moment the Demon King finished speaking, the long holy sword in Arthur's hand swung wildly.