Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Sin and Punishment. (1)
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"Wow, it's really all healed up!"
"...Yeah, it is."
I give a half-hearted reply to the Saintess, who's back to her original self.
She changes back and forth without any warning, just to mess with my nerves before vanishing—who else could top her for sheer spitefulness?
The Saintess cheers wildly at the sight of my battered belly, shredded by the Hero's relentless pounding, now restored to its smooth, pristine state.
I'm the one who got healed, so why are you happier than me?
"As expected of the Goddess! As expected of the guardian of all mothers in the world!"
"..."
I want to snap back at her nonsense, but I'm too mentally exhausted to bother.
She said if I kill and give birth accordingly, she'll send me back to my original world.
That's the firm promise I got—so from now on, I just have to diligently fuck the Hero and pump out babies like crazy—
Fuck that, what kind of bullshit is this?!
In the end, it's just a meaningless answer to a meaningless question!
I pout my lips, screaming internally, when a slender finger pokes my philtrum.
"...What."
"No, you're just so cute, I couldn't help it... Hehe."
Cute? Who, me?
A surge of irritation boils up inside me, twisting my face into a scowl.
Hearing "cute" suddenly pisses me off. Why is that?
"Don't ever call me cute again."
I whip my head away and spit out the words.
I'm not some female who's gonna get all happy from praise like that!
I'm a guy of average height, with glasses, an ordinary build and face—or I was. Who'd have thought I'd end up hearing "cute" like this?
Living my whole life without a girlfriend meant zero immunity to compliments like that.
...It's not just embarrassing; it gives me literal goosebumps. Ugh, creepy.
"Eek?!"
"Man, it's so white and smooth. Are all demons like this? So fu~ll and so~ft~"
"D-Don't touch me! Don't pet me! Don't cling! You're too close! Ugh, ha?!"
Th-That's sexual harassment, you hear me? Sexual harassment! Where the hell are you groping all of a sudden, you crazy pervert Saintess!
A shriek escapes me reflexively at her lewd fingers fiddling with my lower abdomen.
The shrill cry—no way that came from me—makes the corners of the Saintess's mouth curl up.
'N-No way... is that trash Goddess still possessing her?'
Just in case, I clutch the bedsheet and huddle my body away with all my strength.
Getting fucked by that Hero bastard is bad enough—now the Saintess wants a piece too? What the fuck is this?!
Fucked by a guy, fucked by a girl—wait, isn't that kinda hot?
"Demon King, did you ever feel good during sex with the Hero?"
"..."
"Answer honestly."
She'd been giggling flirtatiously a second ago, but now she's dead serious again.
The question hits too close to home, leaving me speechless for a moment, but under her piercing gaze, I shake my head firmly.
Feel good, my ass—it nearly killed me from the pain.
...Wait, didn't it actually kill me?
"I nearly stopped breathing during sex with the Hero, so even being polite, I can't say it felt good."
As long as the self in my head is still a guy's, there's no reason sex with the Hero should feel good.
Especially when it's rape, without consent or affection.
If I could enjoy those brutal thrusts meant to kill and destroy me, I'd have to be some masochistic freak with insane tastes.
For someone normal like me, it's a sex experience I could never get used to...
"But forcing painful sex forever is too cruel."
"Then."
"..."
"Then what, you want me to sincerely accept the Hero? No way. I won't! Even if it kills me, I refuse—"
To give my heart to that trash too?
What a joke.
A growl rises in my throat from the surging emotions.
How can she spout that crap without knowing how I feel, how much it hurts?
I'm so pissed tears prick my eyes.
'She watched me get brutalized by the Hero twice up close, that fucking bitch...'
I want to slap her face, but the hopelessness crashes down, sapping my will.
What's the point of hitting her? The root problem is that Hero bastard.
Thinking of that monster with his killer dick stabbing my pussy like a serial killer makes my lower belly ache on reflex.
"No, that's not what I meant. I just think preparing ahead would be better—"
"...What preparation?"
I grumble back at the Saintess's cautious words.
No idea what nonsense she's about to spew, but she's so earnest I decide to hear her out.
"Foreplay. Foreplay. Prep before sex!"
"Wh-Wh-What the hell are you talking about?!"
I yelp at her bold declaration.
Don't say that shit so casually with a straight face!
Why am I the one whose face is burning?
P-Prep before sex.
Like masturbation?
"Like masturbation, for example."
...For real.
She holds up an index finger and leans in close; I dart my eyes around.
Dunno how she takes my reaction, but her sly grin makes her look even more despicable.
"...But I've never masturbated even once."
"Huh?"
Her shocked voice pierces my ears.
I glance away at her half-off-key tone of genuine surprise.
Sure, I've jerked off plenty as a guy, but fingering a pussy? Never once.
I lived my whole life as a man—how the hell would I know how to masturbate a woman's body?
'She figures since she's done it a ton, I must have too.'
Classic pervert Saintess thinking.
"I half-guessed from the feel, but I didn't think you'd really never done it..."
"Half-guessed from the feel? What the hell does that mean?"
"Ah, n-no... It's nothing!"
I glare at the Saintess sweating bullets, but all I get is a suspiciously stammering dodge.
What, teasing my curiosity like that?
I narrow my eyes, and she squeezes them shut—hiding something, or am I imagining it?
'No way... did she finger my pussy while I was asleep?'
Thinking back, even if I was attacked mid-sleep, climaxing that hard from pleasure is weird.
No matter how off-guard I was, taking that sudden massive dick and moaning like a bitch in heat?
Me?
The sudden suspicion has me jabbing her face repeatedly.
You fucking bitch, you were up to no good behind my back. Goddess's lackey!
"B-But you were giving off such a slutty scent, I couldn't help it—"
"That's your excuse?!"
"Waaahhh, sorry, I'm sorry!"
You pervert Saintess, trash Saintess, whore—!!!
She confesses straight-up what happened that night, and I can't hold back—I lunge at her.
Wh-What? She fingered my pussy and hers to compare tightness?
You insane bitch!!
Boiling rage overtakes me; I charge with a yell and pound her head wildly.
"Do you know how scared I was that night?! I never want to feel those weird sensations again!"
She doesn't seem hurt much, but she squeals with each rough punch.
You think this'll satisfy my anger, you damn girl?!
I keep swinging nonstop, but I tire out first, of course.
...What the hell, this body. Weaker than I thought.
"B-But without foreplay, you might be in danger again!"
"Hah, hah, danger? What're you talking about now?"
I pant heavily, and she yells back.
No foreplay before sex means danger? What bullshit.
Less arousal makes it riskier or something?
I vow to actually punch her if she spouts more crap and ask again.
"You know from experience, Demon King. Taking the Hero's huge thing nonstop without loosening up will really kill you."
I already died once.
Anyway, that's her point.
I feel no pleasure from Hero sex, so my pussy doesn't stretch right, bringing pain; the pain tenses me up, causing even more agony.
So, masturbate first to relax the pussy, lube it with juices, then fuck.
"Like hell I'll do it!"
"Kyaa?!"
Her cheeky words boil my blood; I smack that plump crown of her head hard, making her scream.
You do the masturbating yourself, you masturbation-addict pervert Saintess!