Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Happy Ending.
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After striking that perverted pose, I irritably flung the bedsheet at the liquid covering most of the floor.
I knew better than anyone just how much more I'd creamed than I'd imagined, but even I hadn't expected this much.
Even if you'd shoved a hose straight into a pussy and poured semen down it, you wouldn't get this kind of flood.
I considered wiping it up by hand, but even bending at the waist was too painful, so I nudged the bedsheet along with my foot instead.
Not long after I started mopping the floor that way, sticky semen oozed thickly between my toes, and my face twisted in disgust on its own.
'Ugh, fuuuck, seriously...'
"...Disgusting."
I shook my feet violently, as if they'd been splattered with shit water straight from the outhouse.
Get off, get off, fuck, get off!
My hair and face were already drenched in semen, but this was my small act of defiance—I refused to let any more of the Hero's stuff cling to my body.
As I wrestled with the cock slime that felt like it was raping my toes, a faint noise came from beyond the door.
Maybe because I'd just been forcibly fucked by the Hero, my body reacted with full, unwelcome sensitivity.
"Hero, are you in the roo─"
"..."
"─De, Demon King!"
Thankfully, the one who pushed open the door wasn't the Hero.
The first thing that caught my eye was the hem of pure white fabric, designed to scream sanctity and purity.
And next came her flushed-red face... and her soaking-wet lower half.
My expression soured automatically at the blatantly obvious state she was in.
'C-Cuuummming...♥ R-Rubbing my pussy... cumming my brains outttt!!!!'
'A-Ahh... Cumming... agaaain...♥ My ninety-eiighghghth time cuuuummmiiinnnggg?!?!!!'
...Bad memories.
To be fair, she'd been one of the prime fap targets that used to soothe my dick, but now every single character and script in that damn game was straight-up trauma material.
A saintess who chugged demonification potion, masturbated to infinite orgasms, and died of shock? Yeah, that's a saintess?
Saintess, my ass—she's a whore. A filthy whore.
"D-Don't look."
"..."
Still, a blush was a blush.
No matter how much of a pervert she was—with her track record of dying mid-masturbation—the fact remained that she was drop-dead gorgeous in person. No helping it.
...I, I had zero immunity to women.
Exposing myself naked to anyone else was mortifying enough.
To a woman, no less—and showing her the aftermath of getting railed by a man? That was orders of magnitude more humiliating than just flashing some bare skin.
"Please. Just... turn away..."
The bedsheet I'd just been disgusted by for being semen-soaked was now my sole shield covering my naked body.
They say even dog shit has its uses. Spot on.
I let out a hollow chuckle inside while averting my gaze from the Saintess, who still refused to look away.
Pouring the semen from my womb onto the floor, wiping it up with the bedsheet, then wrapping that same rag around my body...
I felt like I might bite my tongue off right then and there if I didn't hold back.
"W-Wait! Hold on!"
"Mmph! Mmph, mmph?!?!!"
"What are you doing?! S-Suicide is wrong!"
But my attempt went nowhere fast.
Her slender fingers dove into my mouth, keeping my teeth from clamping down on my tongue—and before I knew it, I was stuck in this bizarre pose, sucking on the Saintess's fingers.
...No, wait—why the hell were they so salty? Did she sprinkle them with salt or something?
Now that I looked closer, they seemed kinda slippery... and sticky too...
"Puha! W-What the fuck are you trying to feed me?!"
"Feed you...? Hah?!?!"
This fucking bitch—her shady behavior had me suspicious from the start, but no way... no way!
No way she used the Hero pounding me as fap fuel, right?!
Suspicion flared as I snapped my head up, glaring at her with narrowed eyes.
Perverted bitch.
That flustered, lost look on her face... and up close, her middle finger was all pruney. She'd clearly jammed it in her own pussy nonstop while using me getting dog-fucked as side dish.
Fuck, for real. Even the game characters jerking off to me? Fuck!
...No wonder the game's story turned into such a clusterfuck, with trash like this as the saintess.
"I-I didn't mean to do that on purpose... Uh, I was supposed to block it with the hand that hadn't touched my p-pu─"
"...If you've done wrong, then apologize."
"S-Sorry!"
My icy tone made her bow her head low in instant apology.
Oh? Knows how to do a proper ninety-degree bow? She's got some apology experience, huh?
I cracked a lame joke in my head, but the throbbing pain stabbing my gut brought tears to my eyes all on its own.
Fuck, seriously. How the hell did I end up in this world... in this body...
And no internet here, either.
"Wait, why the hell am I even apologizing to the Demon King..."
"..."
"No way, are you... c-crying? The Demon King? Over that?!"
The way she said it so casually, like it wasn't her problem.
As expected from that Hero party's saintess—spouting nothing but Demon King-baiting bullshit.
If she were the Demon King instead of me, she probably would've happily buried herself balls-deep on the Hero's dick.
By the game's lore—or whatever you could call it now, anyway.
The saintess in the game was portrayed as a total pervert through and through.
She started out furious watching the thief seduce the Hero... but as time passed, her face flushed red as she started peeking.
Until finally, she caught the Hero unable to hold back his lust and jerking off solo—and wet herself right there on the spot.
Whether it was actual piss or something else... well, only the devs would know.
Personally, I figured it was pussy juice.
"Kids might not get it, but this is my first time soothing a Demon King..."
"...Don't touch my face with your filthy hand, Saintess."
"Ah."
Don't wipe my tears with the fingers you fingered your pussy with! Don't touch my face! Hell, don't even come near me!
The lewd female musk teasing my nose was seriously getting on my nerves.
Who could've guessed—the Saintess of that pervert Goddess was a perfect copycat pervert. Goddess this, Saintess that—same difference.
"And this isn't tears."
"Pussy juice, then?"
"..."
"Ah, my bad..."
Crazy bitch, for real.
I replayed what I'd just heard a few times to confirm it was reality, but sadly, yeah—"Pussy juice?" had come straight out of her mouth.
If I'd been a scientist, I'd have cracked open her skull right then to study that brain structure.
Her noggin was clearly packed half with filthy fantasies and half with masturbation urges—a garbage combo if there ever was one.
Despaired all over again at the fact that this was a saintess.
"..."
"..."
The awkward silence hit like a truck.
Forget her string of screw-ups with me—fundamentally, this Saintess had come here to kill the Demon King.
Even our prior chit-chat wouldn't have happened without a pile-up of freak coincidences.
So just go.
I'll hold back the screams if you slip out quietly and shut the door. Just go.
"Mind if I ask one question?"
"...Answer it, and you'll leave the room?"
I frowned at the sight of her pressing her index fingers together repeatedly.
Her head tilted slightly downward, eyes looking up at me. Cheeks flushed bright red.
It was the perfect expression for tempting a man to his death—had some effect on me, even—but coming from this Saintess, it just killed my mood flat.
This wasn't a woman. This was a Saintess. A beast cub whose head was stuffed to bursting with nothing but lewd thoughts.
More importantly, what the hell kind of question warranted that face?
Well, I could guess... fuck, for real...
"Yeah."
"Then go ahead and ask."
The texture of the bedsheet wrapped around me was nightmarish.
Sticky and slimy, like I'd draped my whole body in lewd-feeling tentacles.
And the smell. An intense male musk no night-blooming flower or dried squid could ever capture—my head throbbed just from it.
They say breathing feels like your brain's getting raped? Yeah, this must be it.
...Screw it. Just toss it.
I was liable to choke to death on the semen stench at this rate, so I hurled the semen-drenched wad straight onto the floor.
Obviously better to flash nudity than suffocate.
So, what was this question she was hemming and hawing over?
The moment I ducked my head, covering as much exposed skin as possible, the Saintess's mouth opened.
"Was sex good?"
"...What?"
"Mating! Mating! Y'know, the thing you do to make babies!"
"..."
Of course.
My mistake for ever expecting a normal question from the Saintess's mouth, even for a second.
Was sex good?
I could answer that one with zero hesitation.
No. Not even a little.
To put it in more detail: it was far, far worse than slicing open my gut and cramming a steaming lump of shit inside.
Could one-sided mating—devoid of any affection, love, or even basic lust—possibly feel good?
Absolutely not. No way in hell.
"...It wasn't good at all. Horrific, in fact. Despairing enough to make me want to die, terrifying.
To the point I'd never want to go through it again. But one thing I realized—the Hero's every bit the trash his reputation suggests─"
"Ah, Hero! How long have you been there? Sneaking in without a sound—you scared me!"
"─Or something like that."
...This fucking bitch, for real.