It Seems I've Been Imprisoned
It seems I've been imprisoned. 2. It seems I've been imprisoned.
The Demon King pinned me down on the bed just like that, seizing both my wrists so I couldn't rise. I tried to resist, but as expected, I was swept aside like a sheet of paper without mounting any real resistance and was immediately crushed beneath him.
“Ugh····!”
The Demon King didn't release my lips until he had me fully pinned. Even after laying me down, he continued to devour my breath and lips, stirring his tongue and teeth relentlessly until I was gasping for air and my face flushed crimson.
“Puhaak, kehek, kehek——!”
After what felt like several minutes—subjectively, dozens—the long kiss finally ended. The Demon King slowly parted his lips and looked down at me with those deep, penetrating eyes.
“What, huff····· what are you doing····!”
My face burning red, I struggled with all my might to escape this uncomfortable, unwelcome position and his oppressive gaze. At the same time, I glared at the Demon King. He paused for a moment, licking his sticky lips as if savoring the taste of mine, then released one of my wrists. He brushed my disheveled hair aside and spoke.
“Ugh····”
“I’m going to make you mine.”
“What?”
“····”
Startled, I could only stare blankly at the Demon King, unable to even move my freed wrist. He gave a faint smile, then chuckled softly.
“You don’t like that?”
He asked while gently tracing my neck with his sharp, clawed fingertips. I snapped back to my senses and shouted at him.
“Of course I don’t····! Suddenly turning my body into a woman····”
The Demon King patted my head again, as if handling a pet.
“It’s my preference. Can’t be helped.”
He vaguely revealed why he had turned me into a woman. Though I found the treatment utterly distasteful.
“If you can just remake someone like that···· then why me, of all people····!”
When I shouted with clear defiance, the Demon King suddenly grabbed my head and slammed it into the bed.
“Ugh···!”
He seized the wrist he had been holding and gripped it as if to break it.
“Aak····! What are you······!?”
He truly broke it.
Crack———!
“Aaaaaaaaak———!”
I screamed at a pain I had never felt before, my entire body trembling violently.
“Huuuugh, huuuugh····!”
It was indescribable agony. Completely different from the sensation of bones breaking when I had been male. The feeling itself was alien to my former male body. Even though it was merely broken, it felt as if the area were being torn to shreds. My nerves became hypersensitive, and my heart began pounding like mad. When I had been male, a broken bone had simply felt loose and out of place.
“Now you look much prettier.”
As I panted, tears streaming from the overwhelming pain, and looked up at the Demon King, he wore a faintly satisfied expression. Still pressing down on my head, he met my gaze. When I glared back with hatred mixed with pain, he spoke.
“I think you’re mistaken, so let me tell you plainly. I brought you here simply because I wanted to see you conquered.”
The Demon King slowly revealed his true nature. With his long hair cascading down, he brought his face so close that his nose nearly touched my lips and spoke clearly, ensuring I heard every word.
“I brought you here simply because I found you arousing.”
It wasn’t the sort of thing one would expect a Demon King to say, yet somehow it made perfect sense coming from him. That he had found me arousing. Before I could respond, I could only shed tears, tormented by the pain radiating from my broken wrist.
“Ha, the surgery seems quite effective.”
The Demon King pulled away for a moment, muttered to himself, then fell silent. He grabbed my thighs.
“Ugh, uuu····?! Huuugh, what are you—— ugh——!”
He forcefully spread my neatly closed legs and began to push himself between them.
“Ha, don’t——”
Thud——
Panicking, I reached out with my unbroken wrist to stop him. The Demon King grabbed my head again and slammed it into the bed.
“Ugh, ugh·····! P-Please····”
Still pinning me down, he tore off the pants I was wearing.
“A-Ah, no···· Th-That······!”
I absolutely did not want to engage in that kind of act with this body. I desperately clutched the Demon King’s wrist that was pressing down on my head and pleaded in a sorrowful voice. But—
“Shut up.”
The Demon King, devoid of blood or tears, only grew rougher as he explored and conquered my body, as if he had remade it precisely for this purpose. His claws scratched me during the process, tearing the delicate skin around my lower abdomen and drawing fresh red blood.
“Augh····!”
The Demon King paid no heed and continued to explore and conquer my body.
“I-I don’t want this, don’t——”
Crack——
That was how I was violated by the Demon King for the first time. Or rather, it would be more accurate to say I was torn apart. In every sense, I was torn apart and violated. Of course, the unbearable pain overwhelmed me during the process, and before long I lost consciousness.
“·····”
But how much time had passed since I fainted?
Swish——
“Ugh···”
When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes, for some reason my body was completely intact despite the horrific ordeal. Even though various parts had been broken and torn, there were no scars left—only smooth, clean skin.
“Wh-What the····”
Unable to believe this reality, I frantically touched and examined my left arm—which the Demon King had brutally torn—and the torn flesh on the inside of my thighs. Just then—
“It is Jemma.”
“Hik———!”
Her subordinate appeared out of nowhere and greeted me right in front of my face.
“You’ve regained consciousness. The Demon King instructed that the branding ritual be performed once you awoke today.”
When I stared at her in confusion, Jemma fiddled with several tools placed beside the bed.
“By the way···· do you perhaps have any questions?”
Reading my expression, she asked in that characteristically emotionless voice. Still clutching my dizzy head, I took a deep breath, oddly impressed by how efficiently she worked even now.
“D-Did my body look torn apart when you came in·····”
I asked with difficulty.
“No. When the Demon King left and I entered the room, you were sleeping peacefully with a very calm expression.”
Jemma answered firmly. Then, as if something had occurred to her, she blinked a few times.
“Ah, however···· when I first arrived, the room was covered in bright red blood and in complete disarray, so I wondered if another surgery had been performed.”
After picking up one of the tools she had been handling, she added this. I finally realized that the Demon King had indeed destroyed my body, and I began to wonder how he had restored it so cleanly.
“It seems he quite enjoyed himself.”
At Jemma’s sudden remark, I looked at her. She stroked her chin as if recalling something, then spoke when she saw I was waiting.
“Ah···· The Demon King hasn’t looked that pleased in a long time, so I merely thought that to myself.”
Jemma waved her hand firmly, as if to preempt any misunderstanding.
“Therefore, let us proceed with the ritual.”
She approached me holding a long, suspicious-looking tool for the so-called branding ritual. I felt an ominous premonition from the long, smooth instrument and grabbed Jemma’s wrist.
“W-Wait···· Could you tell me what this ritual is····?”
Unlike when I had been examining my body earlier, Jemma paused this time to listen. I asked politely, but—
“Yes, I will explain while performing it.”
“U-Uh····?”
As expected, Jemma immediately approached and brought the long object toward my abdomen. I tensed up again, recalling what the Demon King had done to me, and my body began to tremble.
Then, as if to reassure me, Jemma gently stroked my cheek.
“Ugh·····”
When I looked at her in surprise at the gentle touch—
Thud——
“Huuugh!?”
Unlike the Demon King, Jemma forcefully spread my closed legs as if simply doing a job.
“Wh-What are you———!?”
Startled by the sudden, embarrassing situation, I reached out toward her. But—
Press———
Jemma immediately pressed the long, smooth tool firmly against my abdomen, then—
Slide———
“Ugh, haaak———!?”
She suddenly thrust it deep into my mysterious hole, which I still didn’t fully understand. Though the Demon King had already claimed that place once, I remained confused by the unfamiliar sensation and could only swallow my questions. Jemma, still holding my thigh with one hand, began drawing something on my lower abdomen with the other.
“Ugh, uu····!? Uuek······!?”
Feeling my waist twitch and jerk at the touch, I instinctively grabbed Jemma’s head with both hands and pushed her away.
“It’s all right. It won’t take much longer.”
With a serious expression, Jemma continued drawing the pattern on my lower abdomen with her fingertips. A deep pink glow gradually began to rise.
“A-Ah···· This is strange, this···· this feels too strange···· Uuak!?”
Still unable to accept the stimulation and the sensitive, burning sensation spreading through my body, I kept trying to urge Jemma to finish quickly. But—
Slide, slide, slide-slide-slide———
The wet, sticky, vulgar sound that would embarrass anyone only grew faster and more intense.
“A-Ah, ugh, hn, uht, ak, kkuat——!”
Until my entire body began to tremble, she pushed the stimulation far beyond what my body could endure.
It was—
Shaaa——
“Huu, it is finished.”
“Uht······ Euugh·····”
The ritual continued until I was completely drained and on the verge of fainting. Only when the pink pattern was clearly etched on my lower abdomen did it finally end.
“Hik··· Hiik····”
Even after the ritual ended, I could no longer move. The stimulation from the ritual had accumulated in my body until it exceeded its limit and exploded, sending tremors through my entire body and abdomen. But it didn’t stop there. The stimulation kept piling up, and each explosion multiplied the sensation several times over. Unable to withstand the pleasure, I collapsed, half my mind shattered, my damp body limp, and fainted.
“Hmm, I need to clean you up.”
Jemma wiped away the fluids that had sprayed onto her, then looked troubled at the completely soaked bed. No matter how long she waited, I showed no sign of regaining my senses. As I remained unconscious, my lower body twitching, Jemma finally made up her mind.
Swish——
“This wasn’t an order from the Demon King, but since it’s for cleaning, I’ll make an exception and do it for you.”
She lifted my collapsed body and carried me somewhere.
Though unconscious, I couldn’t perceive what Jemma was doing to me. In my hazy state, however, I soon felt my body becoming truly, truly warm. After a while, I sensed Jemma approaching again to care for my body, accompanied by an unbearable sense of refreshment. Gradually, even in sleep, I realized that I was being washed by Jemma’s hands.
Time passed, and when I came to my senses—
“······”
I found myself back in the same place, dressed in fresh clothes and buried under a soft blanket on a cozy bed.
“Huu·····”
A strange sense of stability seeped into my chest, which until moments ago had felt as though death were imminent. It began to wrap around my body. Unconsciously, I buried my nose in the fragrant clothes I was wearing and stared blankly for a moment. Suddenly, for some reason, I found myself interested in Jemma, who seemed to treat me kindly. Unlike the monsters I had seen on the battlefield, she had a human-like appearance. Just like the Demon King, who also had a human form, I wondered if there were other monsters with human shapes. Though I felt extremely exhausted from the overwhelming events that had suddenly befallen me, I still tried to get out of bed. Since this fragile body was all I had left, I thought it would be best to organize my thoughts first. I recalled the bookshelf in the Demon King’s room and carefully headed toward it. I knew that in difficult times, one must clarify one’s thoughts to reduce future hardships. Even in this absurd situation, I could still be diligent.
However—
Swish——
“Ugh——?”
The moment I tried to get up from the bed, something wrapped both arms around my waist and pulled me back. My body collapsed back onto the bed.
“··· Where are you going.”
“D-Demon King····!”
I didn’t know when he had appeared. Perhaps he had been lying with me since I fell asleep. I could see the Demon King murmuring, still drunk with sleep.
“Don’t go····”
With one eye half-closed, he wrapped both arms around my waist and mumbled. It gave me a strange feeling. In the end, I couldn’t do anything.
“···· Kkuung···”
Even though I didn’t trust anything about the Demon King, I could only obey his words without saying anything. I had no choice. If I tried to resist even a little, it would be like that moment again······
“Ugh······!”
No matter what, I hated that far too much. It was so repulsive that I shuddered just thinking about it. How could anyone tear a person apart while raping them? I···· I could never understand it. I couldn’t accept it either. And besides, I’m a man. I couldn’t accept those sensations either. So, to avoid going through that again···· I had no choice.
“·····”
Still···· When I glanced at the Demon King who had fallen asleep again, it seemed he had no intention of doing that this time. That was somewhat fortunate, I supposed.
“·····”
And this···· I absolutely didn’t want to admit it, didn’t want to allow it, didn’t even want to think it. But somehow, I had ended up in this situation. So the sleeping face of the Demon King I had glimpsed by chance···· was quite beautiful. I truly didn’t want to say that with sincerity, and it seemed unlikely to happen again····
“···· He’s···· kind of pretty····”
The reason I hadn’t felt much discomfort even while being violated by him···· No. I had felt discomfort. I really had. Seriously, how could someone tear a person apart while violating them? I really, really hated it. All Demon Kings like him should die. Still···· Still······
“·····”
Still, at least his sleeping face···· I could say it was pretty···· Of course, Yustitia was prettier, but damn it. Thinking about it again, I couldn’t stand it. This trash Demon King bastard—how dare you kill Yustitia. If I ever get the chance, if the opportunity ever arises, I’ll tear your throat out before you even notice. You filthy Demon King bastard. Someday···· Someday······
“Haaam······”
Oh no. While quietly holding my breath and burning with thoughts of revenge, listening to the Demon King’s peaceful breathing and the warmth of the bed, I began to feel sleepy again. Falling asleep in front of the Demon King. It was something I could never have imagined when I was a hero. No, everything I was experiencing now was unimaginable. Damn it. What should I do now? Captured and bound by the Demon King, unable to do anything, I felt as though I were isolated and trapped alone. Well, being trapped was accurate. But what was I supposed to do here now? I couldn’t even begin to grasp what I should do from now on. Karman, Jeren. Chris, Felt···· Whenever I was lost somewhere, those guys had always given me good advice. I···· What am I really supposed to do? Can I really take revenge? I have to, for my comrades. I have to show them that their lives weren’t wasted in vain. I, the one who survived, have to prove it somehow.
“····”
Yeah. To do that, I need to pull myself together. I can’t give up. Before he conquers me completely. Before he conquers my body completely, I have to settle this. So I need to find a way to take revenge on him as soon as possible.
“Everyone·····”
I will. I will succeed. However, just as I was solidifying my resolve and resentment before falling asleep—
Swish———
One of the Demon King’s arms that had been embracing me moved and grabbed my shoulder. Startled, I opened my eyes again.
“Kaap——”
The Demon King grabbed my collar, exposed my nape, and bit down without hesitation.
Crunch, crunch———
“Ugh———!”
The sensation and sound from my nape were, as expected, maddening pain. Even at that moment, I couldn’t fall asleep peacefully.
“Augh, don’t bi———”
Clench———
“Don’t give me orders···· Haap— ”
Crack——