Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Happy Ending
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Demon King's Castle.
The Demon King lay collapsed on the smooth marble floor, the Hero standing right in front of her.
Anyone else might picture the Hero who'd come to slay the wicked Demon King swinging his sword—but sadly, the reality was miles away from that.
The Hero wasn't clutching his holy sword. He was gripping his cock.
The Demon King's clothes were raggedly torn open at the chest, her full breasts completely exposed.
To any onlooker, the Hero looked like nothing more than a vile rapist about to violate a helpless woman.
"Guh, let... let go of me!"
"Shut up."
The Demon King pressed her back against the wall, clamping her thighs even tighter against the Hero's hands as he tried to pry her legs apart.
Terror twisted her face.
Her already pale skin drained to a ghostly white, making her look like a corpse.
No one would believe this was the face of the being who'd nearly dragged the world to ruin—her expression was that pale, that stricken.
He'll rape me. I'll be raped. He'll rape me. I'll be raped.
Her mind flooded with dread. She flailed her hands desperately, pounding at his arms, but they didn't budge an inch.
If anything, her struggles only seemed to annoy him. The Hero forced her legs apart with brute strength, then aimed his rock-hard cock right at her.
"Th-this won't bring back the dead—"
"I said shut up!"
This time, his fist.
Without hesitation, the Hero slapped her cheek, his eyes bloodshot as he raked his gaze over her body.
How the hell is this slut the Demon King?
She was just a whore.
The kind who licked men's cocks and begged them to fill her belly with cum!
"St-stop... please, stop..."
His towering cock loomed motionless toward the long, narrow slit between her legs.
The angry pillar brushed repeatedly over her mound, and the Demon King's voice began to tremble.
Filthy. So filthy. This disgusting thing, rubbing between my thighs?
She gritted her teeth, trying to resist somehow, but the pain he'd already inflicted killed any further fight in her.
"Guh, ha..."
"Fuck, you bitch..."
The penetration happened in an instant.
After a few clumsy thrusts, the Hero's cock finally forced its way into her tight pussy slit.
Just the head made it in, but even that asserted its presence—the Demon King gasped raggedly.
Of course, she wasn't feeling any twisted pleasure from this forced entry.
Proof? Her pussy hadn't gotten wet at all.
"...Virgin? You, of all people?"
A fleeting foreign sensation.
Feeling something thin snag on his hypersensitive cockhead, the Hero twisted into a smirk and slowly rocked his hips.
You fucking bitch, fucking bitch! The filthiest slut with the purest body—what a piece of trash!
A voice no one could hear wormed into the Hero's ears.
The desperate squelch of a virgin's futile resistance, until she couldn't withstand his "holy sword" any longer and breathed her last.
Her short death rattle echoed as her purity shattered, scattering into the Demon King's depths.
All that remained was a single drop of the dead virgin's blood.
From her slightly swollen mound, a thin red trickle dripped down.
"Hahk, heuk, hahk. You... fucking bitch... squeezing me like this..."
"...Hic."
The Hero's mind had long been enslaved by his own dick.
The Demon King's faint trembling? Her pussy clenching wildly? He figured it was her sensitive spots getting worked over, her cheap body craving his cock.
The Demon King? Panting like a whore just from a dick in her cunt?
It was infuriating. Unbelievable.
That so many had died because of this?
"...Why did you do it."
"..."
"Why? Why the hell did you do it?! Answer me!"
Why order people killed? Why invade the human realm? Why, why...
Why Ariel.
My friend. My neighbors.
My mother and father. And even... my little sister.
Slaughter them all.
"Guh, kahk, stop..."
"You dying should've been enough—but why Ariel?! Why did she have to die too?!"
The Hero's slow thrusts picked up speed into frantic pistoning.
Like a beast in rut, his savage movements left the Demon King dazed.
It hurts. Hurts. Hurts, hurts! Stop, stop, stop!!
The sharp pain from his massive cock slamming her womb, the searing heat churning her still-dry insides.
Her breath caught as her guts felt crushed.
"Don't look at me with those eyes. You did this—you dare look at me like that?!"
Deep hatred, rage, resentment in her eyes—the Hero's face contorted.
As she flinched at his demonic expression, the hand gripping her plump thigh shot toward her slender neck.
Of course, no blocking or dodging happened.
Impaled on his cock, resistance was pointless.
"Guh, kahak! Khek, keuh... ha..."
"Hurts, doesn't it? Hurts?! But you know what? Me, the others, the already-dead ones—we suffered worse than this!!"
He throttled her.
His brutal hand seized her pale throat.
Her airway crushed instantly; she tried to scream, but no sound escaped her clamped windpipe.
Amid stifled screams, coughs, and agony came flailing thin arms.
Scraping the bloodstained marble, clawing at her clothes, finally raking her own forearms—the Hero burst into laughter.
"Puhahaha!! The Demon King thrashing like a fish on dry land! Everyone should've seen this shit!"
"Kek, khek, khek..."
"Everyone... should've... seen!"
Her twitching limbs were like a dragonfly with torn wings.
The mighty Demon King writhing so pathetically for survival—and getting fucked by the Hero, no less.
What a farce.
"Heh, puha... kahak, hic..."
"Feeling alive now? How's that brush with death? Pretty shitty, huh?"
"...Guhk."
"If just surviving feels this shitty, how much worse for the actually dead ones, huh?"
The instant he released her throat, she greedily sucked in air—like the pathetic creature she was.
She'd killed so many, yet didn't want to die herself?
After all that frantic flailing, she now hung limp, motionless.
Were it not for the faint shivers and sobs, you'd swear she was dead.
Her wrecked form was pitiful enough to tug at anyone's heartstrings.
For her, dying right then might've been mercy.
But it wasn't over.
"Guh..."
His hips slammed at a whole new frenzy before stiffening.
The cock ravaging her insides finally hit climax, spewing thick white cum deep into her pussy.
Endless release. Crushing emptiness.
Forcing down the full-body drain, the Hero slowly withdrew from her pussy.
A gush of sticky white semen poured out.
The globs clinging to his cock splattered to the floor. The Demon King stared blankly for a moment, then clapped a hand over her mouth and dry-heaved.
"Uek, uek... ugh..."
Bursting from between her thighs: not hers, but only the Hero's.
Monstrous. Repulsive. Painful. Despairing.
Her purity violated in seconds—peace was impossible now.
Her pussy, red and unlubricated, proved she felt no lust for him. His act was pure self-gratification.
"L-like the Goddess said... I have to, have to..."
Something felt off as he watched her, but the Goddess's smile flooding his mind soon drowned it out.
It was all the Demon King's fault.
She'd sinned, so punishment.
Killed, so birth as many.
The sweet, soft voice burrowed into his head like a drug.
Like his mother's lullabies from childhood. His childhood friend's parting smile. The thief woman's seductive touch.
But the Hero saw nothing wrong.
These whispers were guiding him.
Time aplenty left. Demon King's lifespan long. Children to sire: countless.
So for now, he focused on raping the bitch in front of him.