Heaven in the Demon King's Arms
The Demon King and I stepped into the banquet hall. Despite its vast space, a table and chairs of the perfect size had been prepared solely for the two of us. The distance between us was ideal—close enough that we could reach out and clasp each other’s hands. Setting aside the hall’s majestic and ornate exterior, the setting evoked the exact atmosphere of an intimate restaurant where lovers shared a quiet meal. Gazing at the scene, I walked forward slowly, wrapped in deep tension.
“Then, I entrust this to you, Hero.”
“Y-Yes, Your Majesty the Demon King.”
At the Demon King’s calm yet irresistibly captivating words, I answered in a slightly trembling voice. Even though this was only a dinner and not a battle, a subtle tension filled the air. With careful steps, I sat down in the chair directly across from her.
Literally, if I simply lifted my head, I would be face-to-face with the Demon King—no, with a goddess whose absolute beauty matched my ideal type perfectly. As my heart began to pound once more at that realization, the waiting demon maids served the first course of soup and salad, and the two of us began our meal in earnest.
The dishes served until now had been excellent, but the ones now placed before me felt even more luxurious and refined. Yet at this moment, whether I was putting the sweet soup into my mouth or eating the fragrant, crisp salad, I couldn’t clearly tell if the food was entering through my lips or somehow slipping through my nose.
She’s truly… beautiful. To be able to share a meal with someone like her… It feels so excessive that just this alone seems more than enough…
The Demon King continued her meal with elegant grace right before my eyes. Her beauty made me forget the taste of the food entirely, while simultaneously binding my original plan of growing closer to her through casual conversation. Simply by sitting there, she had seized every nerve and every fragment of my attention.
Such was the overwhelming power of absolute beauty.
It was right then, as I remained momentarily lost in her appearance, that she spoke.
“Hero, does the food not suit your palate?”
“Huh…?”
Noticing how I was only picking at my meal, the Demon King asked with a hint of concern in her voice. Startled, I answered quickly.
“Ah, no, Your Majesty. I have never tasted such magnificent dishes in all my life. It’s just…”
“Just?”
At her prompting, hesitation gripped me. No matter what, blurting out something like To be honest, Your Majesty’s overwhelming beauty makes it impossible for me to focus on the taste of the food was out of the question. Instead of speaking my mind without filter, I chose to deflect.
“…Forgive me. No matter who I am, this is the first time I have ever dined alone with the monarch of a nation, so it seems I am a little nervous.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Your Majesty is more noble than any being I have ever witnessed… Simply being granted the chance to share a meal with such a person is a tremendous honor that I sincerely cherish.”
To be honest, I considered the fact that I was dining with such a stunning beauty far more of an honor than any talk of monarchs or rulers.
In response to my words, the Demon King’s expression grew faintly mysterious for a moment. She seemed to ponder something, then spoke again after a brief pause.
“An honor… Do you truly mean that?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Her voice sounded slightly stiff as she asked. I felt a vague sense of unease, but I answered with sincere resolve.
Then she said, “I see… In that case… what do you think of this?”
“Pardon?”
With words I could not immediately comprehend, the Demon King rose from her seat. She then began walking slowly toward me.
“U-Um… Y-Your Majesty?”
Step by step, she drew nearer. Her movements were utterly simple, yet her overwhelming beauty made it feel as though a goddess were descending from the heavens. Already tense, I suddenly felt as if my breath might stop altogether.
The Demon King halted right beside my chair. Then, very slowly, she reached out and began to caress my face.
Her touch was impossibly gentle. The sweet scent that accompanied it and the warm temperature of her skin made my already racing heart pound even harder, like it had gone mad.
“Y-Your… Majesty…? W-What is…”
“…Stay still. This is an order from your king.”
Her voice carried calm, strict dignity… yet it also seemed to hold a moist, emotional undertone. At those words, my mind felt as though it had dropped to its knees. I could do nothing but obey my monarch’s command and remain motionless.
She slowly bent at the waist, lowering her posture. What filled my vision was the large, beautiful breasts that had held my gaze the entire evening. The dress revealed their upper curves generously, and the luscious pair of fruits capable of captivating any man’s heart drew steadily closer. My mind went completely blank. I could only accept it, defenseless.
And then—
“Ah…”
The Demon King gently pulled my body into her embrace. The warmth of her hands against my back. The faint breath brushing my ear. And the heavenly softness of her breasts enveloping my entire face—cozy, tender, like falling into paradise itself.
Overwhelming bliss gripped me so intensely it felt as though my soul might fly away. I could only surrender completely to the moment.
Is this… heaven?
I had no room to wonder why the Demon King was doing this. The only thing I could do was feel infinite gratitude for her irresistible “favor” and yield to it.
Then, as my mind drifted somewhere far away, the Demon King whispered into my ear. Her voice was quiet, yet it pierced straight through me from head to toe.
“Tell me, Hero. What do you think… of this?”
It was the same question she had asked just before this “heaven” began. When she repeated it, I answered in a trembling voice, speaking the complete and honest truth of what I felt in that instant.
“I am truly grateful… for this excessive reward… Your Majesty…”
I still had no idea what her true intention was in embracing me like this. Yet the only words I could offer—the only words I could give the woman who had shown me heaven—were ones of gratitude for my master’s boundless grace.
In reply, the Demon King continued in that same whispering voice.
“If you pledge eternal loyalty to Us and fulfill Our long-cherished wish… We can grant you even more than this.”
Gulp!
Her words sparked countless fantasies in my mind. My body began to tremble at the Demon King’s irresistible temptation.
“Hero… will you swear it for Us? Can you pledge eternal loyalty… to become Our eternal blade and cut down Our enemies?”
Her question was soft yet crystal clear. Without the slightest hesitation, I answered.
“I swear it. For Your Majesty… from this moment onward, forever. I vow to offer this life and pledge undying loyalty.”
It was something I had already resolved in my heart from the moment I first knelt before her. With her offering such an overwhelming reward—principal plus overwhelming interest—there was no longer any need to think. Instead, I simply felt sincere gratitude that she had given me what I desired more than anything else in this manner.
Once again, I steeled my resolve. For the Demon King—more precisely, to raise her affection toward me—I would do everything in my power to crush the racial alliance.
Having decided to seduce the hero at Belzebeuty’s suggestion, the Demon King had steeled her resolve to carry it out, even though she was reluctant. She told herself it was for the sake of the nation. Yet when it came time to act, she could not help feeling anxious in many ways.
She knew there were various methods a woman could use to seduce a man. Whispering lewd yet sweet nothings, naturally revealing skin, or engaging in physical contact that stimulated desire. As the master of succubi who drained men’s vitality through such techniques, she had overheard plenty of information.
However, knowing about it and actually performing it were two entirely different matters. The Demon King could not bring herself to attempt anything so extreme. She was not even accustomed to physical contact with a man outside of a lord-retainer relationship, let alone seduction. Using such advanced techniques was simply impossible for her.
Moreover, despite her determination, a lingering sense of guilt toward the hero remained in one corner of her heart. That guilt made her instinctively passive. In the end, the method she chose was straightforward to the point of simplicity: a direct embrace. Even while giving it her all, she honestly believed the clumsy act would have little effect.
The hero even rejected the succubi of the demon race… There is no way a mere hug would shake someone like him.
With low expectations for the seduction’s success, the Demon King carefully drew the hero into her arms.
Yet the result was completely contrary to what she had anticipated. The reaction the hero showed toward what she considered an extremely awkward “seduction” far exceeded her imagination.
“For Your Majesty… from this moment onward, forever. I vow to offer this life and pledge undying loyalty.”
?? Ah… no… why is this…
The hero had sworn clear, unmistakable loyalty without the slightest hesitation. It felt as if she had fired a single arrow only for the enemy castle to raise the white flag. The Demon King fell into deep bewilderment.
Then a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
…C-Could it be… this is…?