This Time, It's the Mage
Honestly speaking, the act of sex itself feels good.
As I've said before, my body is structured much like a human's. Aside from the fact that it is composed of demonic energy rather than the mana every living creature possesses, every organ matches down to the finest detail.
So if my body is functioning normally, that means the various hormones are secreted the same way a human's would be.
Elisa is… beautiful. She is an elf, after all.
That may be nothing more than a simple impression, but it might be the most fitting way to describe her. Perfect proportions and height, as though she had been carved from marble. Living in the forest as elves do, her pale white body kept drawing the eye no matter how hard I tried to look away.
The muscles split across her legs and abs were etched with such balance it looked as if someone had deliberately arranged them.
And a woman like that felt sexual desire for me… As a man, it was nothing short of intoxicating.
The problem is that I'm a Demon King. And that is a very big problem.
Even if I am the weakest of the Demon Kings, I am still one of the rulers of evil, am I not? I ought to be conquering this world, plundering everything and making it mine — and instead I'm getting violated by a woman?
If my kin ever found out, what would they say…
First, they would laugh. Getting toyed with by a mere elf? You idiot. I'm ashamed to call you one of us!
Something along those lines… And then they would throw everything they had into killing me. Not just me — Elisa too.
Anyone who isn't a complete fool knows how dangerous a Demon King's offspring can be. I may be the smartest among my kin, but the others aren't exactly stupid either.
So if I want to survive…
There are two methods in total.
The first is to assassinate Elisa in secret, then run as far away as I can. That only deals with the situation right in front of me. I have no desire to die at the hands of a Sloan enraged by her comrade's death…
Then… this is the only option left.
The second method: help the Hero kill my kin. And do it before they can blab about my identity. Gain power that way, grow stronger — and then, together with Elisa, kill Sloan.
Catching them might not even be that hard. That woman's strength is something I don't think I can even begin to measure. At this rate, she'll probably slaughter most of my kin.
As for the ones in the upper thirty-six Seats… I'll figure something out.
The thirty-six strongest among the Demon Kings. Those ones don't even speak the same language as the rest of us.
While the lower thirty-six Seats pour everything into trying to dominate humanity, those bastards refuse to cooperate at all…
On the contrary, whenever we draw up a plan to wipe out the humans, they block us with every excuse imaginable! What the hell is that about?
They just don't want to see the weak get stronger. That has to be it…
The stronger ones already seized the best land in the human world. They simply don't want to move anymore. Maybe they're afraid that if our power grows too large, we'll come after the resources they've already claimed.
Either way, those ones will have to start moving soon. Otherwise, that nightmare of a woman named Sloan will come looking for them.
"Vali? Ah, so this is where you were."
I had been jotting down idle thoughts about my kin when Camilla suddenly appeared in my bedroom.
Instead of the mage's robe she usually wore, she was dressed in simple sleepwear — though she still insisted on that ridiculously wide-brimmed white hat of hers.
"What are you writing on that paper?"
"Ah…!"
That was not good! I had been carefully listing the Seats of every Demon King who had died so far!
"What's this? Aha, a list of the Demon Kings Sloan has killed. Oh… eighteen so far? Still a long way to go."
"Th-that's right. Yes."
Fortunately, she didn't seem to find it strange. Whew… I smoothed a hand over my chest and stole a glance at Camilla's eyes.
With the bright-eyed look of a boy who had just discovered something fascinating, she magically pulled a chair over and sat across from me.
"The one we killed yesterday was the 51st Seat, huh. Seemed like the strongest one we've taken down so far. Even had other Demon Kings under his command."
"Ahaha…"
"I really was surprised yesterday, you know — seven Demon Kings showing up at once. Going that far just to take one city?"
That was how badly Urk Heizen had wanted to make sure the Hero died. The way he had dragged in every kin he could get his hands on made that clear enough.
"So fifty-five left, then. That aside… where the hell is this 72nd Seat."
"Hhk."
Why did she have to say my name…? My breath caught for a moment.
"Honestly, killing them in order would be more efficient. But Sloan just travels around roughly, and if a Demon King happens to be nearby, she goes and kills them."
"Hic."
"The first one she killed was the 69th Seat, I think? That frog bastard who sprayed weird poison everywhere. Waaah… she just beat him to death with her scabbard."
I knew that one too. The 69th Seat, Prol. He had the ability to handle every kind of poison imaginable, and was called the nightmare of close-quarters combat because of it.
I still remembered. Three in the morning… His screams had echoed inside my skull. True to his frog-like appearance, the sound had been enormous.
Sloan had ripped out his tongue, then driven her sword straight down through the crown of his head. When that still didn't kill him, she jammed her fist into his eyeball and tore out a chunk of his brain, crushing it.
Most people would have assumed they had already finished the job. In reality, Prol had died without being able to put up any resistance at all.
Who the hell counts a body convulsing as resistance?!
That scabbard! She had used that thick thing to thrash Prol's body like a dog — thud, thud.
He shouldn't have died like that. Beaten with a scabbard as if he were livestock being slaughtered… meeting such a horrific end.
"Hm? Vali. Are you sick? Your face is pale."
"Ah, uh… I just remembered something I need to do."
"Is that so? Before that, do something with me."
The mage, her face full of curiosity, grabbed me by the collar with a force so rough it was hard to believe it came from those thin arms, and yanked me forward.
"Ghk!"
I was hauled up onto the table in a pathetic heap, and seeing that, she wore a sly smile as she slowly ran her hands over my body.
"What the hell… do you think you're doing?! Treating a fellow party member like a piece of luggage!"
"Ah, right, right. I know."
As if she already knew it was wrong, Camilla casually ignored my words and kept pulling.
Thanks to that, I was sucked straight into Camilla's embrace. Had she showered right before coming to see me? A fragrant scent rose from her entire body.
"Hnnnnngh, haaaaah… I really can't properly end the day without smelling you, you know."
"L-let go of me! You can't just suddenly touch—!"
Camilla breathed in my scent as she slipped a hand between my legs.
I felt her press against my thighs. I strained with everything I had to push her off, but at the same time her other hand slid under my shirt.
"Aaaah…"
"Hnnngh… haaah! Your skin is seriously so soft. I maintain mine with magic, you know? Sometimes I buy herbs and make potions to apply. But I still can't get mine like yours. What's your secret. Tell me the secret."
Fingers thick with desire tapped across my skin as though playing an instrument.
Five sticky, lewd little snakes coiled meticulously around my body. It felt like a python that enjoyed swallowing its prey slowly had latched on.
"This feels so damn good. Vali, you feel good too, right? I know everything."
"L-let go!"
If she was asking in a sexual sense, of course it felt good. How could it not? As I said earlier, my body is no different from an ordinary man's.
But still! Being forcibly restrained like this… was an infuriating experience. I am a Demon King! A great evil older than this woman's great-great-grandfather!
That pedigree, however, was of no help whatsoever in this situation. I could only sit there helplessly while Camilla groped me all over. Sticky lust came washing over me. If this kept up, I was really going to…
"Huh? What are you two doing in there."
The door opened again. Was my room some kind of pet enclosure? Most of the party members seemed to think of it that way, actually. They treated me as a toy that felt good to touch in place of a real man.
With a creak, the door swung open, and Sloan stepped inside in light clothes. She, too, seemed to have just come from a shower; moisture still clung heavily to her short black hair.
"Camilla? Vali… are you two, uh, dating?"
"Uh…"
"Waaah! Since when?! Congratulations, really!"
Don't talk nonsense! How does this look like something a dating couple would do?!
This is rape! She's touching my body however she wants… pinning down someone who's thrashing and saying no!
"Not long. Since yesterday?"
"Reeeally?! That's great! You've always wanted to date a guy like Vali."
"D-did I?"
Amazingly, Camilla put on a shameless face and fed Sloan one lie after another. Daring to deceive the Hero? From a religious standpoint, wasn't that the same as defrauding the Goddess's proxy? Getting hanged on the spot wouldn't have been strange.
"Wait a minute! We are not dating. She's touching me without permission!"
"Vali!"
"Sloan! Please get Camilla off me right now! This wicked woman—"
Did she really think I was going to just sit here and take it? If it was Sloan… that righteous Hero would surely see this and put a stop to it. Maybe she would even stop Elisa from periodically raping me.
"Vali."
"Yes! Sloan, hurry and get this woman—"
"What are you even talking about? There's no way a man has the right to choose his woman."
Wait. What did she just…
"Listen carefully, Vali. The Goddess made women the way men used to be because too many people died. All because of the Demon King army."
"Hold on… what does that have to do with this? If I don't like it, I don't like it!"
"To restore this ruined world to the way it was, women have no choice but to pump out babies nonstop. And for that, women have no choice but to jump men."
Heroes are commonly called servants of the Goddess. Because for a Hero to be born, that damned woman's blessing is required.
"You understand, right? The Goddess grieves over the constant sexual crimes that are basically rape… but the number of men has dropped drastically. With just one man, the population can multiply almost without limit. And that's exactly what's happening."
"Ugh…"
"Still, you two would make a good pair. Don't you think?"
Camilla stroked my hair and answered with a smile.
In the end, even the Hero could not save me.
These hopeless rape maniacs…
May every last one of you be cursed! Cursed by the Goddess!