The Captured Saintess

"You tasted delicious, virgin. I was planning to kill you right away, but you were too tasty to kill."

"......Hngk."

I immediately pulled my cock out. Her pussy was definitely too good to just fuck once and discard. "Why do you want to die?"

"N-no... Please spare me..."

"Alright, if you want to live, you know what you have to do, right?"

"Y-yes... I'll obey whatever you say..."

The woman immediately dropped to her knees. It was a pleasing sight. "Got myself a slave. Hey, Succubus Queen!"

"Why are you calling me, Grand General?"

"Still no reaction from the humans?"

"Nothing yet."

"Disappointing."

Shoving aside my disappointment, I turned my gaze back to the woman. Her eyes were still filled with terror. "What's your name?"

"Ishu..."

"Ishu? Sounds like a name that'd be good at sucking cock."

"......Huh?"

Before I knew it, I was pointing at my already twitching cock. Despite having already cum once, it had fully revived. Investing in my Virility stat had paid off this much. "You gonna take care of it with your mouth? Didn't you say you wanted to live?"

"......"

"What, not gonna suck?"

Ishu immediately knelt before me. My cock rested right in front of her upturned nose. Slowly, her soft lips touched my shaft. A wet tongue began licking the glans. Compared to her pussy, it definitely felt lacking. She's still clumsy.

"Slurp, schlurp."

Compared to Ria, it was so lacking it barely provided any stimulation, which was disappointing. But considering this was a virgin's first blowjob, it was passable. "Suck a little more enthusiastically."

Grabbing the back of her neck, I shoved my cock deeper. "Ghk! Kghhk!"

As Ishu's breathing grew ragged, an incredible suction suddenly gripped me—so intense it made me scrunch my brows. "Hoo!"

Less than five minutes after thrusting deep, I came inside her mouth. My limp cock slid out from between her lips. "You're good with your mouth too. You'll be useful."

Only then did Ishu gasp for air. The cum smeared around her lips looked obscenely erotic. Seemingly well aware of her position, she gulped it down in big swallows. The way her throat bobbed was downright arousing. Might get hard again soon.

The corners of my mouth curled up on their own. The difference before and after investing in my Virility stat was overwhelming. The title of "three-second premature ejaculator" no longer suited me. "Grand General!"

A voice called for me from outside. "What is it?"

"Shall we advance further?"

A little more, and we'd reach the imperial capital of Stein. And there, without a doubt, would be my first target of revenge—the Saintess Beatrice. I had to think carefully. Advancing on Stein's capital meant being prepared to face the Imperial Army as well. I glanced over my legion. With this force, we had a real shot. "What's there to stop us? Let's show them the might of the Demon King!"

"We knew we could count on you!"

"Long live the Grand General!"

The Demon Army's morale was high, as expected.

***

Twelve hours after the Demon Army's first assault, an emergency council convened among the Empire's high-ranking officials. The purpose was to devise countermeasures against the Demon Army and select a new Hero. Attending were the imperial and noble families who sponsored the Hero Party, as well as the Pope, head of the Church that safeguarded the Holy Sword. As the Pope entered, thunderous applause erupted. "It's been a while, Pope Freeman."

Freeman gave a slight nod. Given his status, treating even high-ranking nobles this casually wasn't an issue. "More importantly, I hear the Demon Army has invaded the Empire. What is the Hero doing about it?"

"That's precisely why this council has been convened."

"Huh? You don't mean—?"

"That's correct. The Holy Sword has returned."

The return of the Holy Sword signified the death of the Hero. Naturally, this wasn't something the Empire could take lightly. "Oh my god."

The clamorous conference hall grew slightly quieter. Since the meeting was combined with a banquet, the usual noise level had been high. "A moment of silence, if you will."

As soon as the Pope spoke, the hall fell quiet as if it had never been noisy. The Pope continued calmly, "The previous Hero captured one of the Four Heavenly Kings but disbanded his party due to internal discord. Afterward, it seemed he continued his duties alone as the Hero, but ultimately, the Holy Sword has returned to us. Three of the Four Heavenly Kings still remain in the demon realm, and at their center, the Demon King persists. At this very moment, we must select a new Hero."

The Pope's simple yet decisive words froze the atmosphere. The Demon Army had already advanced to the Empire's doorstep. Choosing a new Hero at this critical juncture was an overwhelming burden. "First, we have brought the Holy Sword. Whoever the sword responds to shall become the Hero."

"......"

The nobles exchanged uneasy glances. Truthfully, the position of Hero wasn't particularly coveted. While it promised glory and honor, it also demanded an arduous journey—something the aristocracy, accustomed to lives of comfort, had little desire for. Thus, the title had always been left to commoners. But now, holding a Holy Night Festival to select a new Hero was impractical. There was no time. All they could do was hope the Holy Sword wouldn't react to anyone.

One by one, the nobles took turns holding the sword, their faces stiff with dread. Fortunately, thus far, the sword hadn't reacted to anyone. Those who had already taken their turns wore expressions of relief, while those still waiting grew increasingly tense.

As time passed, the Pope's expression remained grave. No matter how much the Holy Sword was said to choose its master, not a single noble in the room had elicited a response. "What a pity," remarked one of the leading nobles, though his bright expression starkly contradicted his words. It seemed the prospect of becoming the Hero was that unappealing.

"What can we do? It simply wasn't meant to be. We should put the Holy Sword away for now."

They decided to postpone selecting the Hero. The immediate priority was finding a way to counter the Demon Army. "We'll deal with it later. Have it stored for now."

"Understood."

A maid, the kind commonly seen at banquets, stepped forward and picked up the sword. And then—the sword glowed. "N-No way...?"

"The Holy Sword has chosen someone?"

"A mere maid as the Hero?!"

The maid stood frozen in place, utterly bewildered. The sacred light emanating from the sword left no doubt—she had unmistakably ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠been chosen. "......A new Hero has emerged. This, too, must be the will of the goddess."

In the face of such clear proof, gender was irrelevant. Just like that, the maid became the Hero in an instant. ***

The road to the capital was unimpeded. We burned every small village in our path without resistance. Any soldiers who stood in our way were swiftly beheaded. "You seem to be in high spirits."

Ria, who had approached to attend to me, asked. I gave her plump breasts a firm squeeze and nodded. "Of course I am. I'll be seeing that damned bitch soon."

The mere thought of finally meeting the Saintess—the one who had betrayed me—made my cock stiffen in anticipation. "Shall I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠take care of that for you?" Ria murmured quietly.

I shook my head. "No need."

Though I thoroughly enjoyed my time with Ria, wasting even a single drop now felt like a shame. It was better to save every last bit for my revenge. "Grand General, the Church is in sight."

The Church stood at the far edge of the capital. The moment the Church came into view meant we had arrived at the capital. "Good. Keep increasing speed!"

The crack of the whips against the wyverns grew fiercer, and the beasts beat their wings relentlessly toward the capital. Before long, the entrance to the Church appeared. Under normal circumstances, visitors would halt before the Church gates—but we were the Demon Army. There was no chance of that. "Trample them!"

"Let them witness the terror of the Demon Army!"

"Let the Demon King's reign cover the world!"

The Holy Knights of the Church fought desperately to hold back the Demon Army, but it was futile. With the main force of the Holy Knights absent, those left behind stood no chance against a legion teeming with high-ranking demons. In less than two hours from the moment we decided to invade, the Church had fallen. "Seal off the entire interior! Not a single soul leaves alive!"

Now, it was my turn to step forward. I scoured every corner of the Church in search of the Saintess. It didn't take long before Beatrice was captured inside one of the Church's chambers. One of the Demon Army soldiers had dragged her out from the front of the hallway.

"What a pathetic sight you are, Beatrice."

There was no response. Looking closer, I saw a gag stuffed in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her mouth. I immediately removed the gag.

"...Do you...recognize me...?"

Beatrice's gaze was filled with suspicion. After absorbing demonic energy, my appearance had changed enough that she might not recognize me.

"Right, you wouldn't know this face. But you should know my name, shouldn't you?"

"Your name?"

"My name is Kim Jin-woo! A former Hero!"

In that instant, Beatrice's face turned to stone. She'd recognized me now. The Saintess bit her lower lip. Even so, she looked rather beautiful to my eyes.

"You premature ejaculating bastard!"

"Who the hell are you calling premature?!"

Beatrice had gone and touched my raw nerve. I immediately reversed my grip on the demonic sword and charged at the Saintess.

"I'll make sure that insolent mouth of yours can't spout nonsense anymore!"

I was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠determined to remake the Saintess's mouth so it would only be good for sucking cock from now on.