Chapter 4
Chapter 4
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Happy Ending.
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The despairing expression on the hero's face was oddly moving, even though that sort of thing wasn't my taste at all.
But that was only from watching it on a screen. Now that it was reality staring me in the face, I felt a twinge of pity.
"H-how... how could this..."
He dropped to his knees, and before long, he was slamming his forehead against the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.
As the hero started letting out beast-like howls, I quietly put some distance between us.
Getting too close seemed like a recipe for something awful. Probably the humiliating kind.
"Oh, there's still one left. Our darling little Demon King."
"..."
The goddess, her face flushed with ecstasy as she stroked my cheek, began to approach slowly.
What the hell? Why was she suddenly aggroing onto me? Sure, I'd pulled aggro first, but there was no reason for this level of attention.
I swallowed dryly and took a step back. She smiled sweetly and stepped forward.
The deeper her smile grew with every step I retreated, it almost looked demonic, didn't it?
"Ugh..."
"What do you know, hmm, our Demon King?"
The moment my body hit the cold wall, I let out a startled groan.
This body was designed like something out of a rape game, complete with rags for clothes that left the entire back exposed.
No wonder my back had felt so bare.
Cursing inwardly—fucking bitch, fucking bitch—I locked eyes with the trash goddess right in front of me, and a sharp pain stabbed through my chest.
"Oh my, look at these outrageous tits. Perfect for nursing a million babies, no problem."
"Stop..."
"Why? Isn't it 'common sense' for a defeated Demon King to get ravaged by the hero?"
"The one who should know that best is acting like this... It's a bit nostalgic, in a way."
I had no idea what she was rambling about, but I couldn't utter a word about settings I didn't know.
Had there been some deal between the goddess and the Demon King? Or something else?
As the goddess kneaded my breasts and spouted nonsense, I bit my lip.
...Well, at least the first one groping my tits wasn't some little prick. Silver lining, I guess.
"What a shame, what a shame. The hero really should've scarred you somewhere less visible."
In the story, the Demon King hadn't just had her minions kill humans—she'd done it herself too.
Ripping them apart, burning them alive, stabbing, slashing, even burying kids too small to reach her waist alive. No hesitation.
It was all to paint her as the ultimate trash villain, making the final infinite-rape scene hit harder. But some of those acts were so brutal, you had to wonder if a human could even dream them up.
"...You're right. I didn't kill anyone."
But to unlock new routes, I'd avoided the direct-kill paths as much as possible.
There was a so-called "no-kill route" where neither the Demon King nor her minions killed humans, but it was basically a bad end anyway.
Insanely hard, no one bothered with it. Even if you cleared it, the screen just went dark with stabbing sounds and text like: "The Demon King, having lost her minions' trust, was murdered by them. A new Demon King has been born."
So my compromise was: "Oppose your minions' opinions but keep their trust, retain the throne, and never kill humans yourself."
'S-so, is just surviving the happy ending?'
This flat-chested bitch's eyes were suspicious, but she didn't seem about to do anything...
She was fiddling with the massive udders attached to this body, but it didn't feel erotic or anything.
The hero's lines from earlier nagged at me a bit, but she was always like this, so whatever.
...Yeah. Come to think of it, why was I the scared one? I didn't kill anyone.
Sure, it was a game back then, but my minions mostly opposed me anyway!
Some even kept sending assassins if I didn't play ball. It was hell.
I'd wanted to wipe out every demon, but killing kin just raised rebellion odds—and the child-birth cost for each demon killed. Superhuman patience was the only way I'd endured.
'Actually, thanks to me, the hero's party survived, and fewer humans died overall, right?'
'Sure, minions killed extra to make up for my no-kills, but the numbers definitely dropped...
The moment that thought hit, the tension drained from my crisis-frozen body.
Or rather, it started to.
"That's only true for this playthrough."
"...What."
What?
Her words turned my mind blank.
What the hell had I just heard?
I desperately averted my gaze from her thickening smile, breathing raggedly.
Right. This damn goddess had said "this playthrough."
This playthrough.
Then the previous ones...?
"..."
"Getting it now? What choices you made."
"...And what you're about to go through."
Her slender finger prodded the long gash between my breasts.
What did a goddess's finger invading a holy-sword wound mean to a demon—especially the Demon King?
Pain flooded my insides before I could brace. My legs buckled reflexively.
'Y-you fucking bitch...'
I'd never seen it, but instinct told me.
She was pouring holy power inside. Not to kill—just to torment.
I clenched my trembling hands, fighting the agony, but even this body's buffs couldn't hold it back.
Fuck, how the hell was anyone supposed to endure this?!
Strength fled me, my lower belly throbbing. Soon, a trickle sounded from between my legs.
Yellow liquid burst out against my will. My mind nearly shattered.
Drip... drip... splatter.
The warm, wet fluid soaked a pathetic corner of the Demon King's castle.
"Scared enough to piss yourself like a baby... How adorable."
"S-stop... guh..."
"Now, now, no moaning yet."
"You've got a million babies to birth. How much sluttier are you planning to get?"
Her face twisted grotesquely, baring her hidden sadism.
Goddess of mercy and fertility? Bullshit. Goddess of rape and gangbangs fit her ugly mug perfectly.
Fucking bitch, why the hell are you doing this to me?
Just for killing in a game? For clicking one "vivid experience" option?
"Well, hey. Birth all a million, and maybe you get back to your original world?"
So hang in there, our cute little Demon King.
If despair had an end, this was probably it.
The sensation of everything crumbling from underfoot.
In the pitch-black void where no outstretched hand found purchase, the hero began thrashing his head wildly.
Why, why, why, why!
"Aaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!"
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Cracks spiderwebbed the Demon King's castle floor with each thud. Finally, blood sprayed from his forehead—and a voice seeped into the hero's ear.
"It's not your fault, Hero."
"..."
A sweet, soothing voice, like cooing a crying child.
As towering regret and rage began to ebb, endless hatred churned wildly inside.
Die. Die. Fall to hell, you bitch. You have to die.
He staggered up and snatched the fallen holy sword.
If he didn't kill the Demon King right now, he wouldn't survive it.
"It's all the fault of that Demon King who never killed with her own hands."
"If they'd died by her hand, your empty wish could've revived them all. Such a pity."
"...Kill. I have to kill her."
Just like the goddess said, it was all the Demon King's fault.
If she hadn't blathered about wishes not reviving the non-personally-killed or to trust her words, he'd have wished more carefully.
Hell, if she'd just killed people herself, this wouldn't have happened.
A wicked Demon King should've slaughtered freely, bathed in their blood...
His aimless hatred circled back, twisting toward the Demon King once more.
Gazing down at him, the goddess of rape and gangbangs smiled tenderly.
"Actually, I have a great idea..."
What do you say? Wanna hear it?