The Sex Demon Candidate

Thirty years had passed since the Great Expulsion War brought peace to the Rohan Continent. In the court of the Central Magic Tower, which oversaw all mages across the continent, a trial for a sex scandal unprecedented in the tower's thousand-plus years of history was drawing to a close. The Magic Tower Territory was a neutral nation, so the gallery was packed with all manner of demi-humans, humans, and even demons from every corner of the continent, all chattering noisily.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Execute him at once!"

"A blasphemer like that must die!"

Green-haired elven women in the rows behind the prosecution bench glared with fiery eyes, screaming for the defendant's death, while on the opposite side, stocky dwarves and some demons roared in support of the accused.

"Not guilty! Not guilty! Sentencing someone to death over something like this is absurd!"

"Aigoo! You can't kill him! Do you even know who this person is?!"

"Not guilty! Not guilty! Not guilty!"

Meanwhile, most of the other demi-humans had somehow procured popcorn and were munching away.

"Before the final verdict is delivered, the defendant will be given a chance to make a final statement."

Shit. Whatever happens, happens.

I, Mohn Hodge, former Vice-Tower Lord of the Central Magic Tower, sat bound in layers upon layers of legendary mana restraints. Two female elven mage guards dragged me to my feet, their eyes openly filled with contempt. A sound spirit emerged from the standing microphone and met my gaze.

"Ahem, ahem, mm, aah. Greetings, everyone! It's me, Mohn Hodge."

"Boo! You perverted bastard!"

"Vice-Tower Lord! Don't lose hope!"

"Silence! Everyone, quiet down!"

The Tower Lord presiding over the trial slammed his gavel, and the rising noise quickly died away.

"Well, I acknowledge that my actions—those illegal acts involving the World Tree—were morally reprehensible. If this had occurred in the elven homeland, it would be a capital offense punishable by death. However, I, Mohn Hodge, committed the act only within the forest inside the Magic Tower Territory. The territory is a neutral nation, and there are no regulations punishing such acts here. Therefore, I am not guilty…"

While I was confessing my depraved deeds before the crowd, an elven straw sandal flew from the gallery and smacked the back of my head.

Thwack!

"You perverted monkey! Couldn't you find anything better to do than stick it in the World Tree? Instead of the World Tree, you should have…"

"Die, you monkey shaman!"

From the corner of my eye, I spotted the thrower: Lorraine, the elven great warrior with whom I shared a long and bitter history. She had been my comrade-in-arms during the empire's continental unification war thirty years ago. Back when I was still in my twenties, I had rejected her confession, turning our relationship into a toxic feud. Honestly, I had avoided her because I hated the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠idea of a crazy woman confessing to a eunuch like me. Yet she had become an expert at tracking me down. Even if extinct dragons returned, they wouldn't match her persistence.

Over the past thirty years, while I had failed to break through the wall of the 7th Circle and turned into a middle-aged, wrinkled old man, she had preserved the youthful beauty she possessed back in her early twenties. Her figure remained lithe, her green hair vibrant.

"…"

And her mana reserves were still pitifully small. Sensing my gaze, she clutched her modest chest and shouted.

"Kuh! As expected, you filthy monkey! Just accept your punishment! Even if you're found not guilty, I'll gladly marry you…"

"Boo!! We strongly oppose the judicial murder by those deceitful elves!"

The dwarven spectators' jeers drowned out whatever else she was about to say.

"…The final verdict will now be delivered."

The familiar 4th Circle mage acting as court clerk spoke, and silence fell once more. The elderly Tower Lord who had worked me like a dog for thirty years finally opened his mouth.

"The court hereby sentences the defendant, Mohn Hodge, to dimensional exile. The sentence is to be carried out immediately."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Waaaaah!"

Dimensional exile was effectively a death sentence, as no one had ever returned. It was a method of execution particularly favored by those twisted elves over physical methods that could be disguised as accidents. Their joyful cheers were only natural.

"Kuh! Vice-Tower Lord! Please stay safe in the other world!"

Over the sobbing of some unknown demon man, the old Tower Lord extended his hand and began chanting. Over a hundred magic circles of various sizes materialized around the low desk in front of me.

"#@#@#@#@#@#@!"

As the incomprehensible incantation dragged on, the circles writhed and merged into a single large circle roughly a meter in diameter right in front of me. The elven guards kicked me into it.

"Ugh?"

Despite the flashy magic circle, nothing happened for a while. The old man muttered in confusion.

"Oops, I miscalculated the formula. Heh heh."

He flipped through the pages of an old spellbook and started chanting again.

"Y-you crazy old bastard!"

If he was going to exile me, why turn it into a magical experiment on my body?

"#@#@#@#@#@#@, ugh!?"

"Tower Lord! The dimensional magic is about to explode!"

The 5th Circle mage beside the Tower Lord frantically cast defensive spells around me. Dozens of high-ranking mages rushed over, layering high-circle defensive and reflection spells on top. Their intent to use me as a blast absorber to protect the high-ranking spectators in the gallery was obvious.

"You goddamn mongrels! How could you do this to me?!"

Booooooom!

My scream was drowned out by an earth-shaking explosion, and my consciousness faded into darkness.

**

"Nngh…"

Clutching my head against the splitting headache, I pushed myself up from where I lay. My body felt strangely light—probably because the mana restraints had been blown away. The surroundings were pitch black, but even after running my hands over myself with all my senses, I found no injuries or missing parts. Then—

"Kuhaha, kuahahaha! Finally, finally, I'm back! My golden eggs!"

The golden eggs I had lost forty years ago in an unfortunate accident had returned to their rightful place. As my vision gradually brightened, I noticed I was wearing some kind of pink martial arts uniform. There was no clothing like this on the Rohan Continent. This had to be another world in another dimension.

"Reincarnation magic!?"

While I was still dazed, the door burst open. A middle-aged man in pink-tinged robes entered with a bright light.

"You've awakened."

"Where am I?"

"Ah, the Sex Demon Cult. Don't worry. We used a marriage drug and performed the Life-and-Death Yin-Yang Reversal Blood Technique."

"What does that mean?"

"You have become a candidate for the Young Cult Leader of the Sex Demon Cult. In other words, you are now the next Sex Demon candidate."

"!?"

At that moment, an intense pain tore through my mind as new memories flooded in. At the same time, the front of my pants began swelling with tremendous force.

**

In my first life, I was a returning college student who self-suspended from a 4-on-4 blind date after failing to endure the cold shoulders from the female students. While playing some generic mobile RPG in the corner of the room, I was hit by a clichéd flash of light, ending my unremarkable first life and reincarnating on the Rohan Continent.

In my second life, I was the son of an ordinary woodcutter. Even with memories of my past life, I received no divine contact or status window like the current trend. Around the age of ten, after my parents went missing in a monster attack, a knight order arrived and took me in as a squire after seeing my bone structure and mana affinity. However, an explosion in the armory left me with an unfortunate injury that cost me my golden eggs, and I was kicked out with only a pittance. Wandering the streets, I figured I needed to find work if I wanted to eat.

"Kih kih kih kih kih, that country bumpkin eunuch can't even use chopsticks properly. Kih kih kih kih kih."

I applied for the empire's low-ranking eunuch exam but failed repeatedly due to my lack of etiquette, mocked mercilessly by the other low-ranking eunuchs.

They're eunuchs too!

That was when I swore to destroy the empire with my own hands. Later, I was persuaded by a passing mage and entered the Magic Tower Territory. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠While working part-time cleaning the Central Magic Tower's library archives, I discovered an unnamed mana breathing method. Recognizing my talent, they accepted me as a formal mage, and I rose through the ranks at lightning speed.

Having nothing left to fear as a eunuch, I mastered the dangerous breathing method. By age twenty, I reached the 4th Circle and earned the title of Archmage. At twenty-two, I reached the 5th Circle and became a Mage. By twenty-five, I attained the 6th Circle and the title of Grand Mage. The long-lived races like elves and dragonkin, who monopolized the tower's high positions, were initially curious about my rapid growth as a mere human. But after I single-handedly assassinated the emperor during the continental unification war and built an unmatched reputation, they grew jealous and orchestrated countless schemes behind my back.

After the war ended and an era of unprecedented peace arrived, I was half-willingly, half-forced into the hollow position of Vice-Tower Lord. The Magic Tower Territory was an extremely closed-off domain. Not only were outsiders forbidden from entering or even visiting—except for the native elves—the movements of insiders were also strictly restricted. This applied even to me, the second-in-command. Private outings outside the territory were practically banned. I had become a bird in a cage.

With nothing but time and resources, I devoted myself to independent research—mainly developing useless spells like artificial testicle refinement and body restoration magic. After over twenty years of research, I hypothesized that reaching the 7th Circle might offer a chance at recovery. To test this, I attempted to become the first human 7th Circle Master, but my existing breathing method wasn't enough. So I delved into forbidden arts, including black magic. While investigating materials, I came across an old lifestyle magazine published by demons over three hundred years ago.

If you insert it into a tree imbued with magic power, can you absorb the tree's magic? Yes or no?

That night, I went to the World Tree's root remnants inside the Magic Tower Territory. Though it looked like an independent tree, it shared roots with the World Tree and was therefore part of it. I stuffed a piping-hot piece of tofu—preserved with magic I had prepared in advance from the Eastern Continent—into a knot hole and smeared it with sesame oil on my Meat-Dragon. Even without my golden eggs, my Meat-Dragon had faithfully maintained its erectile function for decades.

Poor guy.

"Paste. Synchronization."

I cast an imperfect 7th Circle dimensional and mental magic on the still-warm tofu. The deliciously hot tofu glowed softly and slowly writhed, transforming into the plump, smooth groin of a voluptuous woman. Once the magic was complete, the hole squirmed as if alive, dripping with fluids. It was modeled after the "finest-era vagina" of Olivia von Estrid, the worst slut in continental history, the last ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠princess of the fallen empire, and founder of today's lowest-priced brothel franchise. I had personally scanned her at the molecular level as a Grand Mage and replicated it exactly on the tofu.

"Ehehehehe, well then, let's eat!"

The sensory nerves of this legendary-grade tofu pussy were synchronized with the World Tree's spirit body. The thrill of violating the World Tree! Without hesitation, I thrust my Meat-Dragon into the hole.

"Kuaaaah! Hah, yes!"

Just from insertion, I felt the living flesh texture of Olivia's vagina that had never disappointed me in thirty years. Every single cell moved as if alive, sending dangerously intense pleasure through me. Marveling at the squeezing of the living hole, I pounded away. If only my balls were intact, I could have finished at any moment. If my Meat-Dragon had even one golden egg, I would have ascended long ago.

The World Tree's extension inside the Magic Tower Territory had been magically pruned, leaving it with no means to resist me. I pressed down on the helpless World Tree with my powerful mana and thrust relentlessly, rapidly absorbing its spirit energy through my Meat-Dragon.

"Uoooooh! Even without eggs, I can still cum!!"

While I was shaking my hips wildly, intoxicated by the pleasure of corrupting the spirit energy—

"Who's there!?"

A familiar elven woman's voice rang out from afar. This was still inside the Magic Tower Territory, but by ancient agreement, elves from the elven nation patrolled the areas where the World Tree's branches or roots extended, twenty-four hours a day. I should have been more careful, but my desire for the 7th Circle and testicular restoration had blinded me.

Damn it, that unlucky bitch!

"Stop right there! Stop!"

Escaping Lorraine's pursuing voice, I used portal magic repeatedly to shake off the chase, deliberately taking a long detour. Only just before dawn did I reach the front of my quarters inside the Central Magic Tower.

Phew… That was close…

Creak!

But when I opened the door, Lorraine was already waiting inside. My life plummeted into the abyss.

"I suspected as much, but it really was you."

Feeling the endless, ocean-like rage barely contained in her voice, I quietly complied with the binding. In pure combat power, she could defeat me in three seconds flat.

But why the hell does this damn woman smell like sesame oil…?

**

My third life began in the Heavenly Demon Cult, self-proclaimed as the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult. Also known as the Demonic Den, I was born here not as a true golden spoon but as a silver spoon with gold plating. Unlike my second life, I did not awaken my past-life memories in the early stages. In this place where pure strength determined rank, I trained in demonic arts and reached the late stages of the first-rate realm by my early to mid-twenties, just short of the peak. At this level, one could refine their wild demonic energy to mimic pure inner energy, which was the minimum requirement to be allowed to travel the martial world from the cult's main mountain.

One day, three people including myself were selected from the Hell Brigade—a force of over ten thousand—for a secret mission. The mission was to gather in a certain location in Sichuan and make contact with local cult members operating undercover. We each disguised ourselves as third-rate rural martial artists. The other two always wore masks during training inside the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and our usual missions differed, so we had never spoken. Yet from the faint outlines of their bodies—one with an unmistakable large bust, the other distinguishable only by the curve of her hips and buttocks—I already knew they were women.

Even after passing the main mountain and reaching the official road, they hadn't said a word to me. Glancing sideways at their profiles, I saw both were exceptionally beautiful. Just as I was about to suggest we work well together, they spoke first.

"Hey, don't try to act friendly. Just watch where you're going."

The flat-chested one jabbed my chest with her scabbard as a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠warning.

"Don't open your stinky mouth carelessly. Ahem. I might just tear it apart."

The busty one put up an iron wall, her eyes wavering.

I swallowed my irritation at their sharp words. That day, when we neared our destination, they surprisingly suggested we eat together.

Kuh, what a great time and place~ Two beauties on either side. What kind of windfall is this~ Ehehehe.

Clink!

Back when I was still foolish and naive, I had only toasted with them over duck soup in the inn's first-floor restaurant and taken a sip of bamboo-leaf green wine when my consciousness suddenly cut off.

Thud—

Thud—

Thud—

"All three have been captured……"

Without hearing the rest of the inn boy's muttering, I lost consciousness. When I came to, this was the situation. I didn't know anything else, but my manhood hurt so badly I felt like I was about to have a heart demon.

"Nngh! What the hell is this…"

"Now then, we shall begin the first test involving the Young Master's… ahem, qualifications. Children!"

Clap clap!

"Yes~♡"

With the middle-aged man's applause, over thirty beautiful women with all sorts of charms poured into the room.

"Young Master. The first test begins now."