Chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Happy Ending.
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'...This fucking hurts.'
Inside, I was screaming my lungs out, but thanks to this body's corrections, I managed to pass it off with just a small groan.
That bitch, swinging her sword around like she owned the place... what a piece of trash.
Does she have any idea how many times I've jerked off with this body so far?!
No matter how much shit I talked at the Hero, the long gash from my shoulder to my side spewed blood like it saw this as its big chance.
This fucking hurts, for real.
"The Holy Sword..."
"...is glowing."
I curled up the corner of my mouth at the sight of the Holy Sword starting to emit a faint light, not long after being stained with my blood.
See? This is why you have to show them directly.
If she'd believed me sooner, I wouldn't have ended up with this wound.
The pain went beyond stinging—it felt exactly like being sliced open with a blade—and my breathing hitched for a moment.
Wait, it was sliced open with a blade, so of course it hurts like that.
Anyway, I glanced at the Hero and his party, their eyes stolen by the growing light, and recalled what came next.
"Hero, you've finally succeeded in defeating the Demon King—huh?"
"...Goddess?"
"Oh dear, this is supposed to be the moment when our cute Demon King with the naughty body collapses... whatever shall we do?"
To them, it was probably a holy apparition, but to me, stuck in this demon body, it was nothing short of torture.
It made me want to hurl up everything inside me right then and there—like a vile, disgusting sensation surging up.
Even though I'd taken a wound, they tilted their heads in confusion at the sight of me looking relatively fine, and it was utterly repulsive.
What the hell do you have to be confused about? With your petty little heart as flat as your chest.
"Anyway, never mind that... hmm. Alright.
It's a shame the Demon King didn't fall, but since you've succeeded in staining the Holy Sword with her blood, I'll grant your wish."
"...Then. All this time, up to now."
It was honestly hilarious how she kept up the act even with her mask half-torn off.
But true to form, our Hero party—maxed out on strength but short on brains—didn't sense anything off about the Goddess's lines.
Goddamn idiots. Instead of wasting time on that meaningless wish, just cut that trash Goddess's head off!
"...Please revive everyone who's been sacrificed at the Demon King's hands up to now."
"Hmm, are you sure that's the wish you want?
Power rivaling the gods, treasures enough to fill the seas and skies, or maybe not... ahem, scratch that, 'a Demon King defeated and turned into a sex slave' or whatever. No, forget I said that.
Anyway, you're really okay with just reviving 'everyone sacrificed at the Demon King's hands up to now'?"
"...Yes."
Even as she spouted that insane dialogue, the Hero still seemed to genuinely believe in the Goddess.
You fucking moron. No wonder your childhood friend dumped you and you ended up jerking off against a horse's thigh in a stable, you goddamn loser.
If this kept going, this body's womb wouldn't survive the endless birthing.
I'd picked what seemed like the best option, and yet it led to this ending... what the hell kind of Happy Ending is this?!
As I screamed internally, a panorama of the game's ending scripts I'd seen during my playthroughs flashed by.
'P-please... make it stop... stop making me give birth. At this rate, my womb... my womb will break...'
'The baby... it's coming... coming out... ugh... urk...'
'Hehe, can you see it, Hero? I've just given birth to your 39th child. Her name... yes, she looks just like you, so Arthur it is.'
'Please, g-give me your cock. My belly itches so much, I can't hold back anymore.'
'G-Got pregnant... with the dick of a human whose life I've taken countless times...'
Fuck this shit.
A sense of crisis I'd never felt before flooded my mind.
...Even when I slipped off a pull-up bar and nearly crushed my balls, it wasn't this bad.
A chill like a gun barrel pressed to my temple.
A vicious cold climbed up my tailbone, making my whole body shudder.
I-if this goes on, I'm really fucked—not my dick, my pussy.
And not just fucked—turned into a total sloppy mess, like a stretched-out rubber band dangling limply from pants!
"H-Hero. Are you really believing that Goddess? Doesn't something feel off? It's all lies to deceive you—"
"What are you saying now, our Demon King?
Anyone can see you're the wicked Demon King trying to destroy the world, and she's the benevolent Goddess granting the Hero's wish, right?
...Or what, do you know something else?"
...Shit, fucking shit.
"Ahem, anyway! Hero, you didn't quite defeat the Demon King... but you cornered her right up to the brink, so I'll grant your wish."
"...Really?"
"Yes, of course. It feels like terribly inadequate compensation for the Hero who saved the world, but since it's what you desire so earnestly, I'll make it happen."
Sure enough, looks full of "I knew it" poured my way.
The Saintess who overdosed on demon transformation potion, couldn't handle the holy power inside, and shock-died mid-orgasm masturbation.
The Elf Archer fucked doggy-style by goblins and orcs until her pointed ears went blunt from dick trauma.
The genius mage eaten out by beastkin demons, then shoving her mentor's staff up her ass and wagging it like a tail.
And the demon marine who slaughters dwarves better than anyone... guh.
Anyway, these guys who always got their every hole creampied and defiled, staring at me like that!
"You're repulsive to the bitter end."
"The Demon King is a Demon King, after all. Were you trying to lure out the Goddess just so you could take her down yourself?"
No, that's not it.
The Elf Archer and Saintess's whispers carried clearly to my distant ears, and my mind went blank.
I'm screwed, for real.
'I knew it would be like this.'
I'd obviously caught on that the Demon King was flapping her filthy mouth to confuse us.
Still, just in case.
If there was even a slim chance we couldn't revive the dead with a prayer to the Goddess, and the Demon King was right, I was willing to believe her one more time.
But look at her.
That panicked expression, writhing and squirming her vulgar body restlessly!
All the demons I'd cut down before were the same.
Begging pathetically for their lives, pretending to surrender while aiming for allies, refusing to die cleanly and even self-destructing.
As the pinnacle of that filthy race, she was the most revolting of them all.
"Then I'll grant your wish, Hero."
"Thank you, thank you so much. Thank you..."
I recalled the face of the girl who was like a single wildflower.
My childhood friend, Ariel, who always smiled at me.
I'd grown so much, but in my memories, Ariel was always small, so small.
If you'd lived, you surely would have bloomed beautifully like that one flower.
Yes, I came all this way to see that one wildflower bloom, and now I've done it.
"So, yes. Hmm, um?"
"...Is something wrong?"
But the intense miraculous power the Hero expected didn't unfold.
Why did unease creep in at the sight of the Goddess tilting her head in puzzlement?
When I asked in a trembling voice, my other companions also sensed something off and started swallowing dryly.
"Huh? This can't be. It can't be, right?"
"Goddess? Goddess!"
The Saintess cried out at the Goddess staggering as if in shock.
The Goddess's face had gone deathly pale, her whole body trembling as if she'd seen something she absolutely shouldn't have.
Everyone's eyes widened at the wavering of their ever-benevolent guide who lit their path.
But it wasn't just that.
The anxiety gnawing at the Hero wasn't merely from the Goddess's fragile appearance.
"Hero..."
"Y-yes. What is it, Goddess?"
A heavy silence blanketed the area.
His pounding heart felt like it would burst through his throat any second.
The instincts honed razor-sharp through brushing death countless times screamed a warning.
Don't listen. Absolutely don't hear what comes next.
If you do, you'll regret it forever.
If you do, you'll burn with rage forever.
If you do, all your efforts will be betrayed.
"...What should we do?"
His lowered head snapped up reflexively.
A voice laced with eerie amusement wormed into his ears, melting his brain into mush.
No.
Denial surged up suddenly, and his pupils shook violently.
No way, absolutely not.
As if the pallid face from moments ago was a lie, a smiling visage filled his vision.
"The Demon King hasn't killed a single human, you know?
Ah, at this rate, we can't revive any 'people sacrificed at the Demon King's hands'!
Oh no, how tragic. So, what will you do now, Hero?"
After all, you've already made your one and only wish.