The Week of the Rape-Craving Female Beast (1) - Mother Body?
In the mental world, a voice rang out right in front of her.
“Ah! So you’re the one they call the Demon King!”
“This concubine is no mere person—I am a succubus! In any case, you there, speak with this concubine for a moment. This form is inconvenient. Close your eyes.”
“Huh?”
Gyeoul blinked. When she opened her eyes again, an impossibly beautiful woman with purple hair she had never seen before stood before her with her arms folded.
“Wait… where am I?”
“The mental realm. Since this concubine cannot leave, I brought you here instead.”
The mental realm. Gyeoul didn’t understand the precise mechanics, but she grasped the general idea.
Lilith frowned the moment she saw Gyeoul’s appearance.
“It sounds ridiculous coming from this concubine, but perhaps you should put something on?”
“What? Oh.”
Gyeoul finally realized she was completely naked. Strangely, she didn’t feel particularly embarrassed. Only afterward did she wonder whether that lack of shame was abnormal—whether she ought to feel ashamed.
“Um… are there any clothes?”
“…Imagine anything you like and it will appear. This mental realm belongs to this concubine, but the body is yours.”
“Let’s see… oh.”
Gyeoul successfully manifested a t-shirt and jeans, then let out a soft gasp of wonder. Lilith shook her head in disbelief.
“For the default state of one’s imagined form to be naked… just how lewd are you?”
“Huh? Isn’t that normal?”
“It is not! One appears in whatever attire is most familiar!”
“Eep.”
At Lilith’s sharp rebuke, Gyeoul’s face flushed bright red—especially because she knew the observation was accurate.
“B-but you’re wearing something that can barely be called clothing! Being naked like me would be less indecent!”
“That is… enough. Let us move on to the main topic.”
Lilith stared directly into Gyeoul’s eyes.
“Join hands with this concubine. Once I have swallowed the entire world, I shall give you half.”
She continued without pause.
“All you need to do is escape this place and give birth to this concubine. You will not even have to suffer for ten months like a human. With my power, I can accelerate the process to the utmost. If you simply carry this concubine in your womb for one month and give birth, afterward I shall treat you with the utmost respect as my mother for the rest of your life—”
“N-no thank you.”
“Why not?”
“…I heard about you. That you were the Demon King who tormented people.”
Gyeoul had expected Lilith to deny it. Instead—
“Tormented them? What is the problem with that?”
Lilith placed a hand over her modest chest.
“This concubine is strong. Any man or woman who harbors even the slightest sexual desire can be manipulated like a puppet. Since there is nothing to be ashamed of, this concubine does not deny it. To give a small punishment to those who failed to offer what this concubine demanded—how could that possibly be a problem?”
“….”
“Though I may not look it, this concubine has never arbitrarily taken a life. Compared to the other Demon Kings, I am generous to the point of being soft-hearted.”
Lilith once again looked straight into Gyeoul’s eyes and made her offer.
“Cooperate with this concubine. Should you do so, I will share half of all the power and authority I shall enjoy in the future. I swear it upon the name of Lilith Narcomael.”
Lilith extended her pinky finger toward Gyeoul.
A simple, almost childish promise ritual. Yet precisely because it was so childish, the sincerity came through clearly. Lilith was serious. After her resurrection, she truly intended to divide half the world with Gyeoul.
Rather than answer in kind, Gyeoul pressed her lips tightly shut. She had realized that trying to persuade each other with words would be pointless.
At the clear sign of refusal, Lilith clicked her tongue.
“Is it because of your affection for those bitches?”
The two pointed words made Gyeoul’s shoulders flinch.
“If so, after this concubine devours them all, I shall bestow them upon you as your slaves. By then my thrall will already be firmly established, but I promise not to touch them once they have been given to you.”
Gyeoul recalled what Parin and Miel had told her on the very first day she arrived in this world—that frequent intercourse with a succubus resulted in thrall.
“….”
Gyeoul closed her mouth even more stubbornly.
“…So that is how you wish to play it.”
Lilith showed no sign of attacking. Instead she simply glared at Gyeoul and receded into the distant reaches of the mental world.
“I shall make you regret rejecting this concubine’s hand.”
Then Gyeoul opened her eyes inside her own room.
“….”
She stared down at her bed, which was a complete mess from all the blanket-kicking she had done earlier, and let out a long, heavy sigh.
For now, she decided to report everything to Principal Parin.
Fortunately, nothing else of note happened during the rest of the weekend.
And then Monday morning arrived.
Gyeoul sat in the principal’s office, groaning as she looked at the “proposals” laid out before her.
“Uuuuuuuuugh…”
A new week had begun. That meant the sexual relief room, closed over the weekend, was opening once more.
The suggestion Chacha had made at the end of the previous week—“Let’s create a channel for students to decide on a hypnosis concept for Gyeoul and submit requests”—had been received with tremendous enthusiasm.
After the students engaged in a fierce debate among themselves, the three proposals now sitting in front of Gyeoul were the result.
Of course, they were only proposals. Gyeoul was under no obligation to choose one of the three, nor was she required to follow any choice to the letter.
Watching her deliberate, Parin finally spoke.
“As I said earlier, you may rest longer if you wish. You went through quite a lot toward the end of last week.”
“Huh? Oh, I’m fine. I’ve already recharged myself personally. Still, thank you.”
Gyeoul bowed politely in gratitude. Parin’s gaze traced the heavy sway of Gyeoul’s breasts as she bent forward, then hurriedly flicked aside.
“I see. Then do as you please.”
“…Are you all right, Principal? You seem uncomfortable somehow.”
“Un-comfortable? No, I am fine. There is nothing uncomfortable.”
Parin forced a bright smile. Gyeoul felt a faint sense of unease but decided it was only her imagination. After all, she sensed no malice from the dark elf at all. Given what Parin was hiding, the question of good and evil had never applied in the first place.
“In that case… I’ll go with this one for this week.”
Gyeoul picked up one of the proposal sheets.
“But if I follow exactly what’s written here, it feels like it might get boring. Would it be all right if I add some of my own ideas to make it even lewder?”
“Even… lewder…”
Parin’s gaze swept over Gyeoul’s body once more before again darting hastily away.
“Of course. Make it lewder. Much, much lewder…”
Where Gyeoul could not see, Parin pinched the back of her own hand.
“Tell me every last one of your ideas.”
After listening to Gyeoul’s explanation and casting the hypnosis exactly as requested, Parin left the rest to Miel and fled her own office in a hurry.
“Haa… haa…!”
Cold sweat beaded across her coffee-colored skin. Her breathing came hot and ragged. For now, her crotch still barely maintained the shape of a normal woman’s.
How much time remained?
How much longer could she endure?
Could she resolve the curse of the Demon King Lilith before then?
And when she finally collapsed… what would become of Miss Gyeoul?
That pinnacle of lewdness, that female—even if only in name, the woman belonging to her own students—
Parin bit down on her lower lip until it nearly bled, then broke into a desperate run. She had no composure left whatsoever.
“Principal…?”
She never even noticed that her frantic state had been witnessed by Eladriel, who had been heading toward the sexual relief room since early that morning.
By the time the second week ended and the third week began, the students had had more than enough time to adapt to their new environment and establish their personal routines.
“Hwaaaaaam…!”
The dragonkin Yggdrasil, having slept in once again, woke feeling refreshed and checked the time.
Ten o’clock. Perfectly ordinary. She would wash up first, then head straight to the sexual relief room. If she arrived around ten-thirty, there would be relatively few competitors, giving her a high chance of being able to “use” Gyeoul almost immediately.
“Hehe, hehehe…♡”
Even while washing her body, Yggdrasil’s cock remained massively erect, thick and leaking precum nonstop, dirtying her again the moment she cleaned it. Knowing resistance was futile, she didn’t bother trying to suppress her arousal and headed directly for the sexual relief room.
“Gyeoul! This dragon has arri—”
But the moment she flung the door open, Yggdrasil froze.
That’s right. Today was Monday.
“…Kyuuung?”
Gyeoul, who had been rolling around on the carpet, spotted her and her eyes sparkled.
“Kaaauuung—kyuuung!”
Then she flinched belatedly and scurried deeper into the room—on all fours, using both hands and knees.
A headband with black animal ears sat atop her head. A matching anal-plug tail swayed from her rear. Her hands and feet were covered in special gloves and socks shaped like animal paw pads.
“W-wait!”
Yggdrasil hurriedly stepped back outside and checked the signboard. There, in Miel’s characteristically round and bubbly handwriting, it read:
1. Gyeoul is a ♡in-heat♡ female beast who desperately, desperately wants puppies!
2. However, she must never spread her own pussy first and beg to have it filled! That would violate the rules of mating!
3. Therefore, everyone must forcibly restrain Gyeoul and pump her full of baby seed until she believes she is pregnant!
* If you rape a female who wants to be raped, is that still rape? (curious face)
“Ha… haha.”
A dry laugh escaped Yggdrasil’s lips. The corners of her mouth twitched into a smile.
Gyeoul, you absolute genius of lewdness.
Among the three proposals the students had submitted, there had indeed been one involving a female beast. But the additional rule that she could not beg to have her pussy spread while in heat, thereby turning the scenario into one of desired rape? None of the students had suggested that. No one had even thought of it.
As expected, the sheer level of imagination was on another plane. It was unreachable. It was admirable.
And it was insanely arousing.
Forcing a female in heat who pretended to hate it and ravishing her anyway? Did Gyeoul even realize how perfectly this concept struck at the primal instincts the demi-human students usually suppressed?
With trembling hands, Yggdrasil opened the door once more and stepped inside. Her eyes met Gyeoul’s, who remained in the exact same spot, dripping sticky nectar onto the floor.
“…♡”
The same spot. She had pretended to flee earlier, yet the moment the male left, she had waited right there.
Gyeoul’s eyes curved into a smile. Still on all fours, she wiggled her hips to one side, tail plug swaying. It was a clear provocation—as if to say, Catch me if you can.
She had provoked the dragon.