Chapter 1 — First Experience (1)
Chapter 1 — First Experience (1)
Yong-cheol knew the face in the mirror.
Jet-black hair and amethyst eyes.
Elegant goat-like horns rising from the temples to crown the forehead.
A sharp-featured face, made all the more starkly pale by the dark hair and horns around it.
It was the Demon King, the villain from the eroge he'd finished clearing not long ago, Legend of the Holy Hero.
His work kept him too busy to rush through a game, but the classic hero-story flow had fit Yong-cheol's tastes perfectly.
Yong-cheol was the type to methodically collect every CG and read every line of dialogue closely. A pure-love character he hadn't expected had surfaced during the game, and he'd found himself so immersed that he'd even shed a few tears at the emotional parts.
It was a game he liked, and he knew its content well, so Yong-cheol was pleased. Except for one thing.
'No, but of all people, it had to be the Demon King....'
The Demon King was notorious for his cruelty, a villainous character who bedded and tormented every woman he could. Powerful, even handsome, but pure "evil" in every sense. Yong-cheol himself had cursed out the Demon King's trash behavior more than once while playing.
Against that Demon King, the Hero gathered strength alongside the heroines around him (through sex, naturally—it was an eroge, after all), and using that as a foundation, barely managed to defeat the Demon King and the demon. The world then attained peace.
'Huh, still, now that it's my face, I like it.'
The Demon King, who had been silently staring into the mirror, stroked his chin with a satisfied expression.
That was when it happened.
Along with a sprightly ringtone, text floated up before the Demon King's eyes. Letters written inside a "window" styled like something straight out of a game. Something you'd have no choice but to call
'message window!'
if you saw it on a computer or a smartphone.
The Demon King flinched at the sound and looked around, but the only woman who was awake remained as before, her head pressed deeply to the floor, utterly motionless. A closer look revealed her shoulders were faintly trembling.
A trace of pity stirred within him, but the Demon King focused on the message before his eyes for the moment.
[Message: I trust you've grown a bit accustomed to your new body! Welcome!]
Because the woman hadn't raised her head, he couldn't tell for certain whether she could see this message too, but in most isekai stories, the unspoken rule was that messages were visible only to him. And even if she could see it, would any human have the nerve to ask the Demon King what it was?
He waved his hand through the air, touched around the message window, and fixed his gaze on it, but there seemed to be no separate way to reply to the message.
[Message: First, checking your own specs is surely the most critical step for survival!]
No way... was it the legendary "Status Window" itself?
[Message: Fortunately, you do not need to shout "Status Window" like some corny cliché!]
The Demon King clicked his tongue in faint disappointment.
[Message: Simply gather a bit of your will to check your status, and your ability scores will open before your eyes. The method for checking skill details is identical.]
He concentrated his mind according to the message's guidance. Then a description of the Demon King's stats popped up in the upper section of the message window.
[Iron-Blooded Demon King
True Name: ■■■■■■
Level: 526
Strength: 99 (Maximum)
Knowledge: 40
Wisdom: 90
Skill: 99 (Maximum)
Health: 99 (Maximum)
Charm: 99 (Maximum)
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Possessed Skills
— Overwhelm
— Mihon
— Detection
— Mirror (Degraded) ]
And in an instant, a stabbing headache made the Demon King briefly dizzy.
The techniques, magic, knowledge, and experience possessed by the "Demon King." Countless memories linked to the stats above swept through him like a tide.
When the brief headache vanished as if it had been a lie, the Demon King blinked.
The stats were overwhelming, just like the skill name. So this was why the Hero had such a hard time killing the Demon King.
Among the stats marked "Maximum," the lowest one—Knowledge at 40—rankled a fair bit, but that sort of thing would be covered by his remaining abilities and status. Probably.
Just as he was about to look at the skill descriptions, a new message appeared.
[Message: Tutorial Quest — Replicate the skill possessed by the sex slave.]
The Demon King's eyes widened. The quest log that had appeared in the message window split off into a separate box, moved to the upper edge of his vision, and fixed itself there.
Then the final message appeared.
[Message: For you, who will strive to survive, the ability to replicate another's skills will prove a great help. Clear your first quest, claim your reward, stand against the Hero, and take one step closer to survival!
Once again, I wish you the best of fortune in your days ahead as the Demon King.]
"Hmm..."
Fortune for the Demon King. What twisted taste!
At the Demon King's murmur, the woman's body flinched.
What this "replicate a skill" meant—the Demon King knew perfectly well.
Because it was exactly how the Hero grew stronger in the game.
By sleeping with a woman, he could choose one of her skills and replicate it, allowing the Hero to strengthen his character and eventually confront the Demon King.
But did that mean the Demon King had possessed such a skill all along?
And more to the point, did that message mean he was supposed to... do it with this woman right in front of him?
'I'm not really into forcing people, though....'
The green-haired woman before him was, by anyone's measure, trembling in sheer terror. True, her figure was outstanding, and the face he'd glimpsed earlier was top-tier as well. The pure and pitiable beauty type.
Personal taste aside, she was a beautiful woman, and there was a justification for completing the quest, but forcing himself on a woman wasn't his preferred way of doing things.
Because at his core, he was not the Demon King.
To see whether he had some usable skill, the Demon King decided to open the skill details.
[ Possessed Skills
— Overwhelm :
Against targets with lower stats or level than the user, forcibly exerts physical and psychological pressure.
... details omitted
— Mihon :
The power to captivate the opposite sex
Every element of the skill holder—form, voice, gestures, and more—feels charming to the opposite sex and provokes sexual desire.
The skill's effect may vary depending on the affected individual's affection level toward the skill holder and their mental fortitude.
— Detection :
Senses the presence of beings around the user
The ability to grasp and perceive surrounding circumstances based on Knowledge, Wisdom, and Skill
... details omitted
— Mirror (Degraded) :
Replicates the main skill of a being the user defines as an "enemy," then uses it.
... middle details omitted
Can only be used in a restricted form.
]
The moment he opened the detailed contents of his possessed skills, knowledge and experience regarding his own skills flooded the Demon King's mind.
And he was able to recognize his present situation even more keenly.
Including just how remarkable a feat the woman prostrated before him was performing.
First, because his "enemy" was the Hero, the Demon King himself could also use the Hero's main skill, "Skill Duplication" (in a degraded form).
And that woman was resisting "Overwhelm" and "Mihon," the skills that automatically emanated from the Demon King.
'...Huh? This....'
A fragmentary memory surfaced. It was from just before his consciousness had entered the Demon King's body. Three female slaves who had been cast into the bedchamber for the Demon King's morning service, trembling. The moment two of the three saw the Demon King's face and heard his voice, they clung to him as if entranced. The two women had competed to be violated by the Demon King before passing out.
The translucent fluid trickling from beneath the women proved that this memory fragment had truly occurred.
That green-haired woman alone, however, had neither lost her reason nor thrown herself at the Demon King; she remained crushed under sheer terror.
'How curious. How is she resisting the Mihon skill?'
According to the Demon King's memories, it seemed that no matter how rock-bottom a slave's affection for the Demon King was, they had no choice but to succumb easily to his power. It didn't seem likely that this woman had higher affection for him than the other slaves had.
'Then the only explanation left is that her mental fortitude is exceptionally strong. She must possess stronger-than-average willpower.'
That was the moment.
[Message: Ding-dong-dang! You have successfully deduced key details about the skill you seek to gain. An additional buff will now apply to the skill being cast on the romanceable character.]
Before the Demon King could react, text was added to the quest message fixed at the top of his vision.
[Tutorial Quest — Replicate the sex slave's skill "Will."]
And, without warning, a moan leaked from the prostrate slave.
"Hah..., ngh...."
Pressed down by the Demon King's "Overwhelm," feeling greater pressure, and barely enduring the intensified temptation of "Mihon," the slave had let out a moan without realizing it.
'I should use this opening.'
The Demon King's eyes narrowed.
***
Even as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes, she found it hard to believe. From the night before, when it had been decided that she must attend the Demon King today, the three of them had wept together, holding their breath. Lisa had comforted and embraced the two older girls, who were despairing in the face of death, and fallen asleep; then this night had arrived.
She had heard that the Demon King was a terrifying existence. In truth, among the women who had attended his bed before, not one had returned intact. They had gone mad, or even if they came back, they were dragged off to the Demon King's army encampment again, or else—
they died by the Demon King's hand and never returned at all.
The Demon King was like a mad dog, frequently killing not only slaves like herself but also the attendants and vassals roaming the castle, simply because his mood turned foul.
And that was ultimately why, they said, the Demon King's army could not defeat the kingdom despite its overwhelming strength. It was a fact openly known among the human slaves and the demon servants alike.
"My final dessert?"
Yet despite being that very Demon King. Despite the terror they had felt. The moment they saw the Demon King in person, the reaction of the other two women—everyone but herself—was as if it had all been a lie.
As soon as they heard the Demon King's voice, speaking indifferently as he leaned against the bed, they had forgotten all dignity and decorum and begun crawling toward him across the mattress.
'Why...?!'
Lisa, the slave, stole one glance at the Demon King and then pressed herself back down, trembling.
A presence so crushing it stole her breath weighed on her, and the Demon King's face was like a sculpture, possessing a beauty that could shake the soul—but it still wasn't enough to make her lose her mind to the point of stripping off her clothes and begging lewdly.
The Demon King had watched that slave for a moment with an expression of intrigue, but he soon withdrew his attention from the remaining one and devoted himself entirely to the two women clinging to him.
"Your... Majesty, haang, right, there... keep going."
"More, touch me more, more.... Nngh...."
One of the Demon King's hands was sliding in and out between someone's legs, and the other was freely kneading someone's breast. Every time his fingers moved, the obscene sounds of begging for intercourse mixed with the squelching of arousal fluid continued to ring out, and Lisa felt as if she were losing her mind.
'Everyone... they're all acting strange. I'm scared....'
And Lisa's thoughts reached the matter of her own survival.
'If I just stay like this, could it be...?!'
A chill entirely removed from the heated atmosphere of the bedchamber settled onto the body of the lone remaining slave.
The Demon King was mad.
Which meant, if he disliked you, he might kill you.
A slave who was hanging back alone like this might very well displease him.
Lisa's body began to tremble like an aspen leaf.
'Sh..., should I go to him, even now...?'
Biting her lip, Lisa looked at the other slaves, who were releasing lewd moans like beasts.
"Haang, haang, ang, Your... Maj... esty! Too... good, aahng!"
"Chup... ngh... nngh... down... there, haahng, I'm going to... haaahng...."
One was atop the Demon King, lost in taking his member into her lower mouth, while the other was licking the Demon King's lips and reaching climax with his hand staining her.
Lisa squeezed her eyes shut. Then she thought: what if he barked, 'You weren't even called—how dare you!' and my head went flying?!
Lisa didn't know it, but while being crushed by the Demon King's "Overwhelm" and simultaneously resisting the "Mihon" skill, she had already lost the ability to think logically. Because the Demon King's skill was so powerful that even her willpower could not simply brush it aside.
The Demon King's intercourse continued nearly the whole night. Lisa watched, still prostrate, as the two slaves experienced climax after climax, passed out, and awoke again. What finally jolted her half-dazed mind awake like a splash of cold water was a single word from the Demon King.
"You. Later."
"...Yes, Your Majesty."
After a very brief instant of blankness, Lisa answered, flustered. She clenched her teeth. The terror she had momentarily grown used to crept back up again.
"Wake me."
"...Pardon?"