Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Happy Ending
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Whenever he tried to recall the memory of sex, strangely enough, nothing came to mind.
Even though it had clearly been his first time, only one thing lingered in his head.
Just the single fact that he had raped the Demon King.
Gazing down at the Demon King collapsed at his feet, the Hero muttered to himself.
"What the hell have I done..."
Covered in the semen that had spilled from his cock, the Demon King no longer looked like the axis of evil—she was just a pitifully violated woman.
She lay there gasping for breath, moaning softly, her face smeared with fluids that could have been semen or tears.
Half out of her mind from the ordeal, her swollen breasts were marked red with his handprints.
"Damn it..."
He didn't feel self-loathing surging up, nor any pity toward the Demon King.
But there was one thing: the thick satisfaction he'd felt the moment he'd thrust his cock inside her pussy.
The waves of pleasure that had rippled from the tip all the way to the back of his throat still seemed to echo through his body.
It was humiliating.
He despised himself for giving in to lust with this vulgar body of his and crossing the line.
If he'd harbored even a shred of lechery, he wouldn't have felt this depressed.
Instead, he'd just moved his hips as the thing between his legs demanded, shaking until his body was satisfied, then muttered that he felt nothing at all.
"I need some fresh air."
Laying the Demon King down in the empty room had been nothing more than a whim.
Draping a bedsheet over her sensuous flesh near the tattered remnants of her clothes was just another fleeting fancy.
He passed through the corridor, past the throne and hall where the Demon King had sat, and out the main gate.
The moon hanging high in the sky looked especially forlorn tonight.
"...I've gotten too emotional."
If he'd suppressed his emotions and simply killed the Demon King, none of this would have happened.
If he'd ignored the Goddess's words and acted purely on his own desires, on what his heart told him, he wouldn't be tormented by these bizarre thoughts.
The Hero slowly exhaled the breath that had been building in his chest.
The world was eerily silent, broken only by the cry of a single cuckoo bird.
"Making her give birth as many times as she's killed... What a ridiculous notion."
He suddenly recalled the cigarettes his neighbor used to smoke.
His neighbor had said smoking wasn't for style—it was to mask sighs.
As a kid, he'd thought it was weird, but now he wasn't so sure.
Even after growing into an adult past a childhood full of wounds, why did he remain so wounded?
'You know who it's because of, don't you?'
"Kuh..."
His fist trembled at the voice tickling his ear.
He knew. He knew better than anyone.
More than anyone else, the Hero himself knew best that all of this was the Demon King's doing.
Those who kill deserve to die, but simple death wasn't nearly enough.
If he couldn't bring them back to life after killing them, then she should give birth as many times as she'd killed.
A small spark flickered to life in his coldly cooled mind.
"...Time to head back."
Worried that staying out any longer might let the Demon King escape, the Hero turned back toward the Demon King's castle.
A Hero entering the Demon King's castle so naturally—if anyone else had seen it, they might have pointed at his back and called him the Demon King.
The dimly lit corridor was as gloomy as a den of darkness, utterly devoid of any presence.
"...did it feel good?"
"...It did."
Voices drifted out from the room where he'd left the Demon King.
His muscles tensed rigidly at the sound.
Someone was with the Demon King.
Had some surviving demon slipped through the cracks?
It didn't matter whose voice it was. What mattered was that someone else was by her side.
"It wasn't pleasant at all. It was horrifying. Despairing enough to make me want to die, terrifying."
"So much that I'd never want to experience it again. But if there's one thing I realized, it's that the Hero is every bit the scum his reputation suggests—"
But the one there wasn't the Demon King preparing to flee, nor a demon come to her aid.
"Ah, Hero! How long have you been there? You startled me, sneaking in without a sound!"
The Hero froze at the sight of the Saintess greeting him brightly.
Why was Elly here?
His gaze frantically shifted to the Demon King.
Her naked body, bare without a stitch of clothing, bore the traces of their violent sex everywhere.
And the puddles of semen on the floor—not just stained, but spilled everywhere.
"...You saw everything?"
"Everything and then some! I've been watching since you started roughly fucking—no, mating—with the Demon King!"
His mind went blank as the Saintess loudly uttered those lewd words.
What? What did she just say...?
The ever-holy, pure, and quiet Saintess showing such a frivolous side—it was unbelievable.
He wanted to believe it was a demon disguised as her, but the divine power dwelling in her body couldn't be faked.
If she wasn't a fake, then the only option left was that the Saintess had changed strangely.
And there was only one person present who could have warped her like that.
"What the hell did you do to Elly, you damned bitch?!"
"Kuh..."
Pushing past the Saintess—who was rubbing her thighs together with a flushed face—he stood before the Demon King. She looked up at him.
Her face full of hurt.
How dare she make that face, acting like she had any right.
Unable to stomach the twisting in his gut, he seized both her shoulders, crushing them in his grip.
Just grabbing her shoulders was enough to contort her face in an instant.
"Is this what you were scheming?! To turn Elly into this?!"
"H-Hero, calm down for a—"
"You fucking bitch, you goddamn whore!"
As his rage swelled, so did the throbbing in his groin.
'If you can't rape the Demon King in your right mind, then just let your anger take over.'
His fury morphed into lust, fueling his lower body with fierce vigor.
His balls, which had emptied themselves madly not long ago, now refilled with thick seed to impregnate the enemy before him.
It didn't take long for his reasoning mind to surrender to his cock.
"...St-stop."
"What, getting scared all of a sudden?"
He sneered mockingly at her frail voice in his ear.
Even the Demon King didn't want a cock shoved inside her? Even after moaning and gasping like that!
If he rammed his dick in, she'd shatter just like before.
Yeah, to make her bear children, he'd have to fuck her pussy raw, no matter how wrecked it got.
She hadn't given birth to even one yet, after all.
"...Fine."
"..."
"So please, please just stop here for today... It hurts so much between my legs."
But what came back to him wasn't her last shred of pride or sarcasm.
'The Demon King is begging me?'
The Demon King was begging the Hero.
Her expression was nearly blank, but to his eyes, her face looked like it was on the verge of tears.
He shook his head furiously, trying to dispel the thoughts as if under hallucination magic, but the illusion before him didn't fade.
...The Demon King begging me.
His boiling rage slowly subsided as he stared into her round eyes, brimming with moisture, on the brink of spilling tears.
"If you shove it in again like this, I might really die. That... that's not what you want, is it?"
"..."
He bit his lip as the Demon King spoke in a voice thick with emotion.
Why was the Demon King begging like this in her state? Shouldn't she be panting like a bitch in heat, craving his cock?
She was born filthy and base—she should be, but why wasn't she?
"Hero."
"...Elly."
The hand tugging at his clothes snapped him back to awareness.
All the plaguing thoughts eating at his mind vanished as the Saintess returned to her usual self.
Her pure gaze pulled his consciousness back to reality, as if what he'd seen moments ago was a hallucination.
Surely, his head had been too heated, making him see things.
Elly, the Saintess, would never utter such lascivious words.
After staring blankly at her, the Hero glanced at the Demon King, who was roughly exhaling.
'She's trembling.'
Only then did he truly take in the Demon King's state, unable to tear his eyes away.
Her body quivering in tiny shivers that a normal person might not notice.
Her slender arms barely covering her exposed breasts, her black hair matted with sticky semen.
His gaze drifted lower to red handprints on her delicate neck—like the work of a devil—leading down to her once pristine white abdomen, now a bruised mess, black and blue.
There was no asking who did it.
He, the Hero himself, was responsible for all of it.