The Irony of Contradiction
The irony of contradiction. Seventeen. The irony of contradiction. Perhaps, after coming here, I had felt countless shifts in emotion, begun to question my own beliefs, and realized the reality that we could never reach our ideals. Only then did I resolve to pour everything I had left into grasping a new ideal of my own. It was my regret. Born from regret, longing, and guilt. Those emotions had, at some point, forced me to confront those I had once seen as nothing but pure enemies. In the end, I succeeded in forging bonds with them. Though our beginning had hardly been a pleasant one, I could now say it was not so bad.
Me, a human, and them, demons. We were growing closer. If I stepped back and looked at the situation, it was deeply contradictory. We had fought each other like mortal enemies. I had helped those I once resented and hated escape the suffocating swamp of their emotions. I had given the Demon King the name Tia Belberman so she could stand among those who respected her. And now, even I was beginning to love them. It was the height of contradiction and irony. Just yesterday, by my own reckoning, they had been people I wanted nothing more than to kill. Yet here they were.
“Lady Karia……”
Why. Why had it come to this?
“C-could you stop touching me now?”
“I cannot…… I must hold you until the feeling is perfect……”
Unfortunately, I could not bring myself to reject Cartoria’s confession outright. I still did not fully understand why. Perhaps it had been too sudden. Or perhaps it was because the one confessing was Cartoria, whom I had assumed harbored special feelings for Kibotos. Of course, she had already explained that those feelings were not what I thought. Even so, I could not help but feel flustered. After all, Cartoria had always handled her duties in the surface fortress of the Demon King’s Castle. The only times our paths crossed underground were when I used the private rooms, and we had never really had any point of contact to begin with. She had never done anything that would make me expect such feelings from her. Though she had left a strong impression that day, that was…… Besides, had the Demon King not been the only one with an interest in women? The idea that lesbians made for the perfect lovers could not possibly be true……?
Whatever the case, I ultimately could not push Cartoria away. The usually cold, iron-faced woman was clinging to my arm with a pitiful expression, pleading desperately. I had already forgotten how to reject someone. If I refused again, it felt as though another tragedy would strike, just like before. So I neither accepted nor rejected her. It was not indecision born of playing games; it was an unavoidable hesitation.
Though Cartoria seemed to have taken my silence as acceptance, I had lost any right to speak on the matter. Still dazed, I found myself dragged into her private quarters, held tightly as she explored my body in a frenzy.
“Human skin…… is it truly this soft and supple……?”
“This body was made by your Demon King.”
While Cartoria lifted my clothes bit by bit, savoring the bare skin beneath, she eventually led me to another room—one resembling a bedroom. She sat me on a plush personal sofa and began circling me slowly, her hands tracing my hair, ears, jaw, underarms, ribs, sides, thighs, inner thighs, and ankles, recording something with meticulous care.
“Hah, haah…… To be honest, this is my first time doing anything like this. I’m still very nervous……”
Then, with a flushed face, she looked at me as if wondering what to do next.
“W-what are you trying to do……?”
Fearing she might try to go further than a kiss, I asked warily. Cartoria answered in a trembling voice, clutching the notebook she had been writing in with both hands.
“The truth is…… I have wanted to experience romance for a long time……”
“Eeh……”
“In my pursuit of perfection, I traveled the world and accepted all manner of things…… but there was one thing I had never done.”
In a life where she had tried everything possible—and even the impossible—for the sake of perfection, there remained a single untouched experience. That was—
“Romance and sex…… I have never tried either……”
Romance, sex, and marriage. When I finally responded, pressing a hand to my now-throbbing head, Cartoria swallowed dryly and stared openly at the cleavage visible through my half-open shirt.
“So you happened to roll in at just the right time…… and you want to date me while also having sex……?”
“Y-yes……”
Cartoria’s breathing had grown rough and labored. She tore her gaze from my chest and looked back at my face. Sensing something off about her aroused state, I began observing her more carefully.
“Then that sudden kiss after saying you liked me……”
Before I could ask for clarification, Cartoria suddenly leaned in.
“R-romance is fine however it turns out……! J-just, with me—”
“W-wait, Cartoria, you need to come back to your senses before I do something—!”
As I sat on the sofa and reached out to push her away, she blurted out the real reason she had offered me coffee earlier.
“The truth is…… I served you coffee because I wanted to spend the night with you. I drank it to get excited……!”
“W-what?!”
Apparently, Cartoria had never cared about my mental state to begin with—or perhaps she had, but it did not matter. From the start, she had brewed that coffee while imagining us having sex. Combined with her current condition and the mention of drinking coffee for arousal, the implication was clear.
“D-don’t tell me coffee acts as an aphrodisiac for demons……!?”
It seemed the components in coffee functioned as a stimulant for demonkind. Just as I began to panic over why I felt nothing, Cartoria moved.
“W-wait, Cartoria…… If the Demon King finds out—”
She no longer cared what I said. Climbing onto the sofa where I sat, she began removing her uniform layer by layer. Beneath the shirt, her bare skin came into view, followed by—
“H-huge……!”
A pair of breasts as large as my face. Then she slowly lifted her short skirt, revealing a very compromising pair of panties.
“P-please, Cartoria, can’t we just talk this through rationally for a moment……?”
I made one last desperate plea while trying to push her shoulders away, but—
“Ehehe, how adorable……”
Cartoria was already completely gone after a single cup of coffee. How could a demon general lose her mind over one cup? I only felt my heart racing; I felt nothing else. Could coffee really be a secret anti-demon weapon……?! Damn it, if only I had brewed a few cups for the final battle……!!
“Haaum……”
“Ugh—!”
The moment her hand touched me, my final line of defense crumbled. My chastity fell without any real resistance, my lips stolen first.
“Mmph, mm, ngh……”
Cartoria sat lightly on my lap, looking down at me as she devoured my lips from above, as if she intended to swallow me whole. For an instant, unpleasant memories of Tia surfaced, and my body began to tremble violently. Yet—
“Chuurp, sluurp, lick—”
The way she sucked on my lips was nothing like Tia’s touch.
“Ugh, ngh……”
I squeezed my eyes shut and grabbed her waist, trying with all my strength to push her off.
“Haa……”
After ending the deep, sticky kiss early, Cartoria gazed at me with half-lidded eyes and whispered into my ear as we both panted.
“You know, Lady Karia…… there is actually a spell I have been researching at the Demon King’s request……”
As my body twitched in response, she seemed to decide the temperature was just right. She pushed me down along with the sofa.
“Kyaa……!”
The moment I was laid flat, she showed me the magic she had been researching at Tia’s behest. A crimson glow emanated from beneath her underwear, and something large and long began to grow.
“W-waitwaitwaitwait, Cartoria!!”
I leapt up from the fallen sofa and backed away. But Cartoria, licking her lips with her tongue, looked down at me with eyes full of desire.
“I have always…… wanted to try this……”
Cornered with nowhere left to run, I watched as she approached slowly, stroking that massive weapon with her hand.
“Aaaaaah!! Please, pleasepleasepleaseplease, Cartoria, not that, seriously……”
I desperately tried to calm her, my voice filled with a complex terror that nearly drove me mad. To be honest, I had never been this serious about sex before. Besides, I had originally been a man. Why—why was it bigger than mine? If that went in, I would die. I would really die. My stomach would burst.
“P-please, Cartoria, why me of all people?! K-Kibotos was right there……!”
Backed into the corner, I pressed my legs together as tightly as possible, covering my hips, and stretched out both arms in a final plea. Why did it have to be me? Could she not have done this with someone closer? I begged her to spare me. But—
“But Lady Karia is my idol…… You are the hero who shattered my belief that all humans are worthless insects.”
Cartoria revealed that the impression I had left on her that day had made her want to grow closer to me—and that this was how those feelings were manifesting. She was forcing her twisted fetishes, once hidden behind a facade of perfection, onto me.
“Aaaaaah!!”
I screamed and tried to kick her away with both feet. Yet my legs met something as unyielding as steel. The moment I froze with my legs extended, Cartoria grabbed both my ankles with one hand without hesitation, lifting them upward.
“Ehehe, what a perfect angle……”
“Ngh, aaah, you crazy bitch——!”
She tore my pants open and began rubbing that massive weapon between my thighs.
“Uoooh…… The stimulation, uwaah……”
Cartoria seemed to be purely enjoying the unfamiliar sensation. I, on the other hand, felt nothing but intense discomfort and confusion. Covering my face with both hands, I cried out.
“Kgh……! Kgh, damn it, why me again……!”
Even as I shed tears over the absurdity of always being subjected to such things, nothing changed.
Thrust, grind——
“Auuugh——!”
What had been warming up between my thighs soon forced its way inside, producing an incredibly sticky sound. I screamed as I felt something hot fill my stomach.
“Hah, haah, hah, aah, nooo——”
I desperately slapped at Cartoria’s arms holding my legs together, but the tighter my legs were pressed, the more intensely my body responded, ignoring my will. The overwhelming pressure and stimulation made me cry out.
“Haaah, fuuuh…… This is insane……”
“Aaaah, haah, yaah, take it, take it ouuut……!”
Even as I begged her to stop, my pleas did not reach Cartoria, whose mind had been completely overtaken by the coffee’s effects. Holding my legs in her arms, she began moving her hips.
Thrust——!
“Kgh——!?”
The first powerful thrust into my abdomen was followed by a slow withdrawal, so deliberate that I could feel every inch of its shape. Then—
Thrust——!
“Kyaaah——!”
Another violent thrust struck deep inside me. The impact on my stomach made something rise in my throat.
“Kuh……!”
Tears streamed down my face as I glared at Cartoria.
“Kgh, ugh……! Is this really okay to do to your idol……!?”
“This is my love…… Ngh, aaah……”
Cartoria leaned down, still holding my raised legs, and brought her face close to mine.
“Kyaaah……!”
As the sensation of my insides being stirred made my body go rigid, tears began to fall.
“It is all right, Lady Karia…… I will take responsibility for everything…… Ngh, haah……”
She wiped the tears from my face with one hand and whispered. Though my legs, thighs, and stomach—crushed beneath her massive breasts—screamed in agony, and the pressure in my lower abdomen felt as though my belly might burst, a strange pleasure began to mix in. I was truly suffering beneath her. Yet I had not yet abandoned my pride as a man. No matter how wild Cartoria became, she could not break the code of the strong that every man carried.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust——
“Ngh, agh, agah, aaaah……”
Damn it. I am definitely telling Tia about this. You beast……
Gurgle……
“Oogh, gogogogh……”
In the end, the sensation of a woman’s true physical union was carved into my body for the first time, so violently and intensely that I nearly forgot who I was. As the liquid filled my stomach, I wondered if it was truly turning me into a woman. Even after that massive thing withdrew with a light pop, I remained lost in the afterglow of pleasure until Cartoria had completely pulled out.
After some time, I managed to regain my senses.
“……”
I realized I was sitting on the personal sofa, which had never fallen over, and that I had been asleep. Naturally, my pants were intact, perfectly covering my hips. Cartoria was…… sprawled on the floor in front of me, fast asleep.
“……Th-thank goodness……”
It had all been a dream. Apparently, after Cartoria collapsed from the coffee, I had fallen asleep as well. Still, my pride as a man remained intact within me. Yet…… why had I dreamed something like that……?
“……”
My stomach was throbbing for some reason. Could it be…… Could I really be hoping for something like that……?! Me……?!