The Perfect Meat Toilet
A few days later, we finally reached the border between the demon realm and the human world. It would've been so much better if we'd taken a carriage... But as we got closer to the border, the roads turned treacherous, forcing us to trudge on foot through hellish terrain.
[Haste: Borrow the power of the wind to speed up your steps.]
Thankfully, the mage Seolhui cast Haste on us, so we didn't fall too far behind schedule. Still, in this dense forest overgrown with grass and trees, our movements were severely restricted—we couldn't sprint freely.
And then, we ran into one serious problem.
"Grraaah... I can't hold back anymore!"
"Han Seyoung-ssi! We're almost at the demon realm, so please just endure it a little longer!"
It was Han Seyoung's raging lust.
Since we'd set our goal to reach the demon realm as fast as possible, we'd been pushing nonstop except for sleep and meals—no breaks at all. That meant Han Seyoung hadn't even been able to masturbate, and now her pent-up desire was bubbling over, on the verge of explosion.
And she's been staring at my ass and crotch so intently since earlier... it's creepy as hell.
Han Seyoung, veins bulging in her eyes, breathing ragged as she fought her urges—it was downright terrifying. If her true face had shown here, she might've fucked me like a dog on the spot.
"Ah! There it is!"
"Ooh..."
After hacking through the endless forest, we finally spotted a fortress built of bricks. I'd expected something like a tollbooth at the border, but nope... True to its medieval vibe, they'd piled up an actual fortress. In some ways, it really felt like the old eras.
One mystery, though: why build a fortress deep in a forest like this? I couldn't fathom why anyone would fortify such a jungle-choked wilderness.
We approached the gates. Moments later, there was movement atop the walls.
Marel stepped forward. The figure up there was a woman with a single horn sprouting from one side of her head. Marel's lips pursed at the sight, then she flashed a bright smile and looked up.
"Halt! Move and I'll turn you into a pincushion."
Suddenly, purple-skinned soldiers with horns appeared along the walls, bows trained on us.
Marel raised both arms high and shouted, "We're just humble pilgrims on a holy journey!"
"How do we know that's true?"
"Would you care to verify this certificate endorsed by the Holy Kingdom?"
Marel pulled a leather document from her pouch, emblazoned with the Holy Kingdom's symbol of angel wings, and held it aloft. The woman on the wall scrutinized it closely.
"A certificate made from the skin of a martyred saint."
"That's right."
Peeling off human skin for a certificate? What is this, the Aztec Empire?
The certificate was probably authentic. As a Holy Kingdom affiliate, Marel could've gotten one without breaking a sweat. But still—for a demon king hunt, using human skin, no less from a "saint"? That was too far. It really drove home how unhinged the Holy Kingdom was.
"The certificate checks out, at least. A holy site? As if the puny God of Light would have a presence in the demon realm. Isn't she the Coward God or something?"
"It's not widely known, but there are burial sites throughout the demon realm for those who martyred themselves to spread the faith."
"Oh ho, I get it now. You're planning to erect holy sites here and undermine Lord Maou's influence while you're at it."
Marel didn't respond.
The woman's expression soured. "Even with the truce between the demon realm and Holy Kingdom, coming here with such shady intentions? How rude can you get?!"
"Please calm down."
"Calm down? Do I look like I'm in the mood?! You deranged light zealots! Leave now, or die."
The atmosphere was turning ugly... But Marel kept her serene expression.
"We're not here for any impure motives. Even if we built holy sites, do you really think that would diminish Lord Maou's influence, the lifeblood of the demon realm?"
"Spare me the bullshit."
"Just hear me out calmly..."
Marel trailed off, pulled out a leather pouch, and dumped a pile of gems onto the ground.
"Please."
"..."
She seemed fiercely loyal to the demon realm at first, but apparently not. With a creak, the fortress gates swung open.
And just like that, our party slipped easily into enemy territory.
***
"The defense captain says to guide you to the finest lodgings available."
"Thank you."
The fortress interior was surprisingly spacious—bigger than it looked from outside. Sure, it was a remote outpost, nowhere near as grand as the metropolis of Beapolis, but it could house a whole village.
"Who are the civilians?"
"Ah, the soldiers' families."
"They came to the front lines, not knowing when death might strike...?"
"Demons have a deep family bond—they'd rather die together than apart. It's cultural."
Marel looked baffled.
We followed the guide to our quarters.
"The captain insisted on every comfort. Let us know if you need anything."
"Got it."
The demon soldier slammed the door shut behind him.
Seolhui bit her lip in confusion before speaking up. "This doesn't add up. Letting a sketchy group like us waltz right in? It's gotta be a trap."
"No, it isn't. The border guard actually hates demons, closer to our side."
"What kinda nonsense is that?"
"Haven't you noticed? The defense captain's appearance? She only had one horn."
"Ah...!"
Seolhui jolted in realization. Marel nodded knowingly and continued.
"Just one horn means either it broke in an accident or she's a Half-Human Half-Demon—undeniable proof of power. But since it was naturally absent, it's definitely the latter."
"Meaning..."
"Yes. No matter what happens to the Maou, a half-breed doesn't care. They're the only demons free from her influence."
"And she let us in the moment she saw the money..."
"If shit hits the fan in the demon realm, she can grab the cash and bolt."
"I see."
It was a bitter tale. Sure, I'd only learned about the demon realm days ago and had no attachment, but seeing a nation dying so listlessly weighed on me.
And here we were, driving the final nail into its coffin—like pouring water on a sandcastle crumbling in the wind to finish it off.
Doesn't mean I'll stop trying to kill the Maou, though.
Sympathy was sympathy. First things first, I needed to get back to the original world with Han Seyoung.
"Hey, strip, Baek Sejun."
Whoosh—Han Seyoung grabbed me and hurled me onto the bed. She stripped naked in a flash, pussy juices dripping onto the floor as she approached.
"Then, bon appétit..."
"Hold up. Business first."
"Huh?"
Marel halted her, cheeks flushed.
"By party rules, I get to drain my lust into the communal meat toilet first."
"What?"
"We got into the fortress thanks to me! You all agree, right?"
Marel scanned me, Seolhui, and Geum Taeyeon urgently. Uncharacteristically hasty, everyone nodded reluctantly.
This bitch calling it a 'communal meat toilet' now?
The saintess awakens to sex and starts spewing nonsense. Didn't the Holy Kingdom worship a purity angel or something?
"See? Everyone agrees."
"No, this is..."
"A woman with a womb going back on her word? Don't lie just 'cause your lower mouth's dripping!"
"You little shit..."
It felt like watching lionesses on the savanna fight over prey. Wasn't this the true catfight? Lions were cats, after all...
"Hm, thinking about it, Marel's got a point."
"Yeah, can't argue with that."
Seolhui and Geum Taeyeon, aligned with her, subtly piled on.
"B-but..."
"It's just oral anyway. Oh, can't kiss or something?"
"Grraaah..."
Han Seyoung was speechless. Marel shoved her back lightly and dropped her white pants. Her sweat-slick thighs glistened from a day under the blazing sun.
"Hoo... Feels nice."
"Hurry up and finish."
"Got it. Got it."
Han Seyoung seemed like such a total loser today. Wasn't she the type to punch someone the second they insulted her? Not one to shrink like a coward.
"Take off the mask."
No time to dwell on Han Seyoung's sudden awkwardness—I had to eat Marel's smooth, hairless pussy. I tossed the mask aside at her command.
"Raping such a young boy..."
Marel's eyes gleamed with ecstasy—terrifying. She flipped me onto my stomach, grabbed my head, and shoved it straight to her pussy.
"Spit on it."
"Pardon?"
"Your mouth's mine right now—do as I say."
*Ptooey*
Your mouth's been mine from the start, you crazy bitch. But when pussy commands, what choice did I have?
"Good. Now, kiss of submission."
"Huh?"
"Hurry!"
"It's dirty!"
"It's your spit—what's the problem? Just smooch it and done!"
This woman... Fine, whatever.
*Smack, smooch, smack*
"Heehee, that tickles..."
*Slurp, suck, sluuuurp...*
"Look at you slurping away without me even telling you—how thoroughly trained is this mouth-cock of yours? Huh? Your little ass twitching while you suck!"
*Smack!*
Marel slapped my small ass hard. She gripped the stinging cheeks, climbed my back, and seized my head.
"Urgh, that's my position..."
Han Seyoung muttered from the corner like a total nerd. Geum Taeyeon snickered creepily, thrilled at another loser in her club.
"Haa... Now I get why high priests rape kids. With a delicacy mouth-cock like this, it's addictive."
"Mmph, mmph, ngh, haa, w-wait, nghh!"
Marel roughly shook my head. I didn't want to drown in pussy juice, so I struggled desperately, but her surprisingly strong arms pinned me firm.
"I'm cumming! Cumminggg!!"
*Sploooosh!!*
No escaping the flood on my face. Hot liquid baptized me.
Thus, the saintess "anointed" me—not in holiness, but from her filthy lust.
"Hic... H-haaaah..."
"That enough...?"
"Yes... Do what you want now. I need a break... Ugh, what have I done..."
Post-nut clarity hit Marel; she collapsed on the bed, mumbling regrets.
Han Seyoung, huddled in the corner, yanked me up by the nape.
"Finally!"
*Boom*—the door flew open with her ecstatic grin.
"Um... The defense captain wants to meet you all personally."
Han Seyoung despaired.