Why Did I End Up Like This!

I'd heard that my kin had a few sexual traps they liked to deploy.

Traps that spewed aphrodisiac gas until the men nearby had no choice but to pounce on someone just to endure it. Tentacle traps that sprayed paralyzing slime. There were even horrific ones that cut off all sensation from the waist down, then ruined what was left with something sexual.

Of course, since they had zero sexual desire for humans, only the ones who genuinely enjoyed watching people suffer used traps like that. They were useless for anything but sexual torment.

But I've never heard of anything like this….

They say the Demon King's army used every vicious method in existence to torment the Allied Forces.

Of all things, I never thought I'd fall for one of these—

And with Elisa, no less.

I'm a man, so having sex with a beautiful elf like Elisa isn't something I'd complain about. I might even enjoy it. Among the Demon Kings, I'm the only one with a body resembling a human's, so my brain works similarly—and therefore, I produce sexual desire normally.

But this isn't my mission!

I have absolutely no intention of having sex with them. If I get attached, even a little, things will go sideways. And if she ends up carrying my child…?

Worst-case scenario. Spy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠work would stop mattering entirely.

If my child is born here… would another monster like that one appear? I don't want to end up like that idiot!

Before we invaded the human realm, we lived in the Demon Realm, killing each other and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠absorbing that power. In that barren place, the only way to get resources was to kill each other—so of course we did.

Back then, some fool had the ambition of building an army out of his own offspring. He mated with a frog that laid many eggs and produced children. And then disaster struck. The monster that tore its way out of its mother's belly… within mere minutes of birth, possessed unprecedented power and killed everything in its path.

That foolish kin of mine never built an army—he lost his life to his own child, and every unlucky creature living nearby was annihilated without even realizing what had happened. For about ten years, until that thing developed something resembling reason, tens of thousands of our kin died. The fact that a weakling like me could proudly call himself a Demon King is thanks to that.

No.

After that thing wiped out half the Demon Realm, having children became taboo. I never expected this woman to go into heat over a scrawny body like mine. Why? Women don't usually go for small builds like this….

"Don't stall. The longer you drag this out, the longer it takes to rejoin Sloan. You're not complaining because it's me, are you?"

I've got plenty of complaints, you idiot woman! What the hell does she think of her own chastity?

It's only been about thirty years since the gender dynamic flipped.

Elves live far longer than humans. Around three hundred years, I think. So their childhood and adolescence last for decades.

Which means she should be from a generation that never absorbed the flipped gender norms. And yet this woman….

So why is she so aggressive? My arms had already been easily restrained. She's an archer, after all—her arm strength is second only to Sloan's.

"Wait! Stop. Let's wait for the Hero, okay? What that bastard wants is for us to do something weird in here!"

"We don't have a choice."

"And there's no guarantee the door will even open if we have sex!"

When I shouted that, Elisa stopped. Finally getting through to her?

"That's… true."

"Haaah, and having me as a sex partner is weird for you too, right?"

"…Well, yeah. Doing it with an ugly little guy like you wouldn't feel great either."

Good. Persuading her was easier than I thought. If this had been that perverted mage…!

Hey!!!! You!!! Crazy bastard!!!

Rot? My heart is rotting. I have no idea what the hell this is supposed to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be. Just do what I tell you! Stay still, for god's sake. Why do the things I specifically told you not to do?

"You heard that? Looks like we have no choice after all. I don't want to do this either."

Elisa reached for my shirt. This is bad…. I can't shake her off. If I put even a little force into it, I'll be violated on the spot.

"Hurry up and strip. You don't want me to take them off for you, do you?"

"Please don't do this…."

"And you know what happens if I strip you myself."

Elisa's face twisted into something vicious—like she was looking at a Demon King. The kind that enjoyed eating people….

"But you're kind of funny, you know? After all that seducing…. now you're trying to play hard to get? Doesn't add up at all."

"When did I ever seduce you?! This is coercion!"

Human sexual ethics are surprisingly primitive. Even without the other person's consent, if it looks like seduction to them, they just go for it. And now even the elves have sunk to that level? Weren't they supposed to be a race that lived in harmony with nature, studying mercy and wisdom? So why are they pulling stunts like this?

Either way, Elisa furrowed her brow as if to announce that her patience was running out. She looked ready to raise a fist if I didn't strip right now.

"I'll take them off myself…."

"Good. You're listening. Keep it up. As long as you do what I say…. nothing bad will happen."

Now she was muttering like a rapist.

There was no other way. If she said strip, I had to strip. I slowly let my shirt fall to the floor. With so many daggers hidden in it, the process required extreme care.

"Is that enough?"

"You're pale. But it looks like you're still missing something? I'd rather you didn't hesitate. My patience is about to hit its limit."

What am I supposed to do? Should I just rush her and knock her out right now? If I use stealth, it might work….

But if I attack this woman, I'll lose whatever goodwill Elisa has for me. She won't travel with a party member who might stab her in the back at any moment.

Just focus on contraception.

As long as I finish outside, she won't get pregnant. And elves are supposed to have a hard time conceiving anyway.

"I just need to take the pants off too, right? The belt makes it complicated…."

The pants were even more complex. They had to hold a lot of gear, so they were fairly heavy, and with all the hidden daggers they were cumbersome as well. I'd even tucked smoke bombs between the underwear layers…. one wrong move and it would be a disaster. Looking back, I'm glad I didn't let Elisa handle them.

"I knew it. Are you…. a noble? Why is your skin so smooth?"

Not a noble—a king with his own territory!

"My father was a landowner. He's…. gone now."

"Ah. Sorry."

I don't know my own parents either. Demon Kings like me simply appeared in the Demon Realm at some point. We took shape gradually by killing each other.

Still, it seems she has some conscience left. Then maybe I can put my clothes back on….

"You're so pretty right now. The prettiest in the world…. Can I touch you?"

"D-Didn't you say we'd finish quick and get out?"

"We're going to have sex soon anyway, so what's the difference?"

I reluctantly nodded. I didn't ask why sex had become a given.

Elisa latched onto me with obvious excitement and started running her hands all over my body.

"I-It tickles…."

"Hey! Hold still!"

"You sound like a doctor…. Wait, why are you putting your hand there?! Nngh—!"

Fingers slipped between my thighs. The motion was blatantly crude—like a drunk groping a passing waitress's ass. Watching me fluster, Elisa grinned and used her other hand to cup my face and stroke it with her palm.

Her palm is way bigger than I expected.

Larger than my entire face. Are women's hands usually this big…? No. It's because my body is small. Small enough that my whole face fits in her hand.

"Your face is tiny too. Even a male elf wouldn't be this small."

"Um, if you want to touch an elf…. shouldn't you just touch yourself?"

"Stay still. You don't need to talk anymore."

Words weren't getting through. She demanded my body with the blind hunger of someone addicted.

"Scared?"

"…What?"

"Don't talk."

"No, talking is free…. and you're the one who asked."

"Just listen. Just listen. Don't you dare talk back to me."

This absurd rapist of an elf was clearly enjoying the sight of me cowed.

Me? Feeling fear?

A Demon King destined to rule every living thing in this world—feeling fear? Impossible. It cracked my pride.

Dare to put me—into fear? Murderous intent rose unbidden in my chest.

The way to recover from unbearable humiliation is simple. Erase the person who inflicted it from this world.

Kill her.

It was pure impulse. I carry a Demon King's blood, after all—my feelings about murder are lighter than anyone's. I want to kill her. My hand went to my lower body on reflex. Now, draw a dagger and—

"Oh, right."

I'd already thrown the pants off. Most of my weapons were in them. Bare hands, then? She'd pin me before I got close. And then I'd get raped with my arms tied.

"I'll strip too."

Toss. Toss. Elisa flung her clothes away. Piece by piece they hit the floor—until she was left in nothing but her underwear. The sight that unfolded froze the rage that had been boiling through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my head.

"What are you doing? Get over here and lie on the bed."

Almost an order. As if she already held the upper hand. This arrogant elf muttered to herself.

"Do I have to come to you? Ha. You're really making me work for it…. Cocky little thing."

She pressed herself against me, slow and deliberate. Both breasts crushed against my body. Those nicely rounded pale breasts pressed into my skin, announcing their presence without restraint. They were smaller than Sloan's or Camilla's, but by no means small. More than enough to seduce any male.

With that thought, I looked at her narrow waist. A light set of abs was cleanly defined—like looking at a sculpture. Lower still, long legs came into view. The same legs that had beaten goblins to death were layered with muscle just like her abs. The calves that joined her thighs stirred a particular kind of lust. They looked so soft I had to stop my hand from reaching out on its own.

Was she embarrassed by the situation? Her feet kept fidgeting. She hadn't taken off her boots, so I couldn't see her toes.

No.

Calm down first. This is a trial. A trial I have to overcome. Without trials, you can't move forward. I never thought this would be easy from the start.

I forced my mind to settle, then accepted Elisa's touch. Under the grip of someone who had caught her prey, I squeezed my eyes shut.