Chapter 5
Chapter 5
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Happy Ending.
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Thinking about all the cocks I'd have to deal with from now on made me want to bite my tongue and die right then and there.
But the Goddess's divine power swirling inside my body made even that impossible, only tormenting me further.
Playing a game about fucking women, only to become a woman and end up getting fucked myself...
It wasn't even funny. If someone wrote a novel like this, no doubt not even 100 out of a million people would read it.
Fuck, who the hell would like a story where a guy with a dick gets fucked by dicks?
"Oh dear. Looks like our time's almost up. It's been ages since I descended to the mortal realm, so I wanted to stick around and enjoy it a bit more..."
"W-Wait..."
"Ah, right. Take care from now on, Demon King! I know it won't be easy, but if you give birth to a million, I'll definitely send you back to your original world. Got it?
Well then, bye-bye~"
The Goddess patted the Hero's slumped shoulder with a beaming smile.
Hey! Hey! Hey! You turn me into this and just leave like that?!
I tried desperately to grab hold of the Goddess as she began vanishing into a swirl of light, but unfortunately, my body wouldn't obey.
Fuck, fuck! If you're going, at least take this divine power out of my body first!
As the Goddess completely disappeared, a deep despair washed over me.
"I don't know what she told you, but whatever you do, don't listen to the Goddess."
"..."
"...Are you listening? Answer me, Hero."
"..."
His silence in response to my questions was frustrating as hell.
He'd been screaming and throwing tantrums at every word I said just moments ago—why the sudden quiet now? It was unnervingly off.
My heart pounded like a drum as I swallowed hard.
I couldn't pinpoint it exactly, but the Demon King's body was warning me.
If I didn't run right now, I'd suffer worse than just a rough time.
"...If you can't bring the dead back to life."
"Hero—"
"Then just make them be born in equal number to those you killed."
Through his dirt- and blood-matted hair, the Hero's eyes gleamed blood-red.
His bloodshot glare was like that of a mad robber with a knife in hand—no difference at all.
This crazy bastard. Are you fucking insane? You're seriously going along with that trash Goddess's words? For real?
You're really gonna make me give birth to a million humans?!
I clawed at the ground with my rigid hands, but my body refused to move.
No. No way. Fuck, this can't be happening! Why the hell do I have to birth a million kids?!
The dampness at my fingertips had long since gone ice-cold.
As the Hero started advancing toward me, my heart hammered like a sledgehammer.
"Kuh..."
"With such a slutty body, did you choose surrender over fighting because of this?"
No miracle happened, like someone holding the Hero back.
Whether shocked by the Goddess's words or because that trash Goddess had messed with their minds, the Hero's companions all just stared blankly at the sky, letting out hollow laughs.
Just shoot arrows at me, blast me with magic, or dump holy power on me already, you fucking bastards!
His rough hand seized my breast, and fresh blood burst from the unhealed wound once more.
"...Just kill me."
I never imagined I'd say something like that, but having a man grope my chest was that disgusting.
And if even my chest felt like this, what came next?
Until now, the only cock I'd ever seen was my own. Imagining some other guy's dick inside me was beyond horrific.
But there was no escaping this place.
Even if I could run, with this body, I'd get caught again in no time.
So, I'd choose death instead.
It was impulsive, but I'd rather die than have my first time as a woman with a man.
And it wouldn't stop there.
Second time, third... I'd get fucked like a dog, countless times.
"No can do. You said it yourself, didn't you? 'I don't want to die.'"
"...I don't want to survive while enduring shit like this."
"'Shit like this'?"
"..."
Sex, you asshole—sex!
Asking when he damn well knew was so sadistic I wanted to spit in his face.
Seeing him lick the wound on my chest with that twisted grin, he was clearly unhinged.
And that thing.
The massive object hanging between the Hero's legs.
Even through his pants, I could see it was rock-hard and huge.
"You fucking bitch."
Smack!!
A dull impact hit my left cheek, snapping my head to the side. The recoil made my neck creak and scream in agony.
The pain was so intense my vision flashed white for a moment.
You little shit, you...
As I glared at him through a grimace, our eyes met—his half-lidded.
Yeah, no sane person would ever make that face.
Talking to a psycho was madness in itself, and here we were.
"Does it hurt? Huh? Does it hurt? Answer me!"
"...Heh."
His hand swung several more times, slamming into my face.
My vision flickered black before turning red with a thick foreign sensation, and though I was a bit scared, strangely, I wasn't terrified even in this situation.
A cold rage settled in.
The injustice of why I had to endure this surged up my throat.
"Hurts...? This... this cotton swab bullshit..."
All I could do was mock him full-force, but even that tiny provocation made the Hero tremble wildly.
How dare you, you piece of shit.
I couldn't hear properly through the ringing in my ears, but I think that's what I spat.
Idiot.
I smirked inwardly, lifting the corners of my mouth—which looked ready to burst into tears—to sneer at him somehow.
'...Fuck.'
But that was just the death rattle of a cornered beast.
The Hero's furious movements halted for a moment.
Around then, the light fully vanished from his half-lidded eyes.
My mockery seemed to have snapped the last thread of his reason.
"Demon King..."
"..."
"Give birth to as many as you killed."
...Fuck you.
The massive cock hidden in the Hero's pants was finally exposed to the world.
The former party member—a whore and thief he'd met once—had called it a once-in-a-lifetime monster.
To her, who loved mixing it up with men, the Hero with his enormous tool was the juiciest prey.
Seduce him. Make him mine.
She'd always stuck to his side, giggling, spewing lewd innuendos like, "I wanna spend the night with you."
'Arthur, with your dick, you could make five or six women cum easy.'
'Honestly, forget thief—use me as your personal fuckhouse. Wanna go a round?'
'...This is why virgins are no good. Get too embarrassed, and people think you're gay.
Hmm, or not? You're hard as rock...'
Back then, it had been a huge hassle.
He was driven by a desire to crush the Demon King's army—and ultimately slay the Demon King himself—not human lust. To him, the sudden pervert thief was just a disruption to his balance.
Her thin top barely covered her huge tits, and her bottoms were so skimpy it was hard to tell if they were pants or underwear.
She called herself a thief, but her behavior and body screamed streetwalker.
'Your first time with someone you love? I love you, so just do me.'
He'd swallowed hard every time.
Her body rubbing against his, the soft feel through thin fabric.
And those little hands hovering near his crotch.
Groping his swollen shaft one moment, stroking his thigh the next—it was enough to wear down the Hero's patience.
Fuck me. Not me fucking you—you fuck me.
That's what her actions screamed, and he'd held back, held back so much.
'Smells like cum. Did you jerk off? To who? The Saintess over there? The Elf?
Or me?'
He didn't really have feelings for her.
His body was just drawn to her sensual form.
That's why he endured.
She played pervy pranks often but never forced herself on him to take his virginity, so he could get by with solo relief.
One day, two, three.
As time dragged into years, his lust swelled like his massive dick, but he never pounced on her.
'...Even if you die, a wish brings you back, right? So take down the Demon King.'
'...I'll specially yield your virginity to your first love, so if you come back to life, grab me sometime and let's fuck like animals.'
'...Well then, bye—Arthur.'
Because she died.
To the Demon King's army.
Again.