episode_0027

“Argh!”

“Oh my? The chair is speaking.”

The goddess, or rather the being now to be called the Demon King, sat cross-legged with Changsik stripped down to his armor, serving as a chair. Seemingly displeased with his humiliating groans, she tapped his hand with magic-infused stilettos, pressing down on his palm.

Crack!

“…”

The piercing pain in his hand. However, this time, Changsik gritted his teeth through it.

“Hmph.”

Yet, the Demon King, unsatisfied with his reaction, leaned back against the ‘backrest’ with a disappointed look.

Flinch.

“Don’t move. Pain is part of the process.”

The backrest, the Demon King exerted force on her body to maintain posture. To defy it invites punishment. Pleasure pours like sand in the Southern Desert. He wants to avoid it. And at that moment, Lily realized the overwhelming magic, an absolute power so immense that defying it seemed inconceivable.

That is the true form of a goddess. She realized that the sanctity until now was to suppress that magic. And one question arose.

Grace, no matter how you look at her, is not a goddess. Then, where could the real goddess be?

“But Paul, can you locate the former hero? When I was incompetent, it was difficult to find his location due to the seal you placed, but now that I can handle magic, I can roughly guess the Saint’s whereabouts.”

“Unfortunately, I let go of the former hero’s whereabouts long ago. I severed the tendons in his arms and legs, cursed him, attached grotesque appendages, and tampered with his brain to ruin his sense of direction. Ultimately, the last time I checked, his corruption exceeded 50%.”

In truth, nothing else mattered. Corruption had surpassed half. With this fact alone, she realized that anyone present there could no longer survive as humans, let alone heroes.

“When was this?”

“Seven years ago.”

Grace smiled with a sense of realization. No matter how much of a hero he may be, one cannot live with corruption exceeding 50%. Even if he overcame it, his mind would not endure. He was no longer the hero of old, merely a vessel for reproduction and pleasure in his corrupted mind.

“Hahaha, I worried for nothing. Well, the chances of those two meeting are about one in a million, and even if they seize that luck, only despair awaits.”

Grace chuckled softly. Victory—no matter what the Saint does, she was certain of victory.

“For now, let’s use this power to change the world for the better. Chair! Move! Our target is the end of the Demon King’s castle!”

***

“Mom, Dad! When I grow up, I’ll become a hero!”

Was I five or six years old? I don’t remember well, but I recall vividly raising a crude wooden sword, sharing my dreams with my parents. They smiled brightly, indulging my childish antics, preparing stew today, saying it’s the hero’s favorite, placing a delicious stew on the table.

Perhaps the happiest moment in my life. Ironically, a moment too young to remember clearly.

But the feeling of happiness lingered.

As time passed, unhappy moments came too. Unlike the happy ones, these moments left not just feelings but vivid memories.

“Waaaaahhh ♡”

A beastly cry echoed. Yet, it didn’t take long to realize that it wasn’t a beast but someone hitting Mom’s buttocks with great enthusiasm. Back then, I thought it was just a green person, but later learned it was called an orc.

However, at that moment, I was captivated by Mom’s desperate screams. Clearly screams, yet mixed with happiness and satisfaction—a scream unlike any other.

Feeling good? Is it pleasant to see an orc’s buttocks frolicking inside a mother? I continued to watch that scene out of curiosity, and before I knew it, my father took my hand and brought me back home.

“Aria. Dad will definitely save Mom. So don’t worry too much.”

My dad said as he gently patted my head with his large hand. Being an adventurer from the past world, I believed that Dad could defeat the evil orcs and restore Mom to her original state.

However.

“Heeheehee♡”

“Oooook♡”

Reality was cruel beyond measure.

Right after witnessing that scene, I grabbed whatever money I could find at home and fled the village as if escaping. It was one thing for Mom to act like that, but when even Dad joined in, something inside me pricked painfully, urging me to run away immediately.

And I grabbed Dad’s spare sword.

Life away from home couldn’t be described in kind words. As an outsider, a kid at that, my only options were begging, prostitution, thievery, or becoming an adventurer.

I chose to be an adventurer among them. Even now, I don’t know what made me choose that path.

What followed?

Monsters attacked frequently, and being in a party didn’t guarantee safety. Some men approached me for my money, while others in the party had ulterior motives.

Of course, there were safer routes. But…

“We maintain and manage this road. The toll is 1 silver.”

Well-kept roads like this charge money. Those living in the mountains sustain themselves by maintaining roads and clearing brush.

Crossing a mountain teeming with monsters and bandits might be safer, but money was still an issue.

“Why not 50 copper? If you want…”

“I’m a complete tough guy. And I’m gay.”

“What about the one next to you?”

“Oh, I only go for married women.”

“Not easy.”

In the end, during my rookie adventurer days, I used uncharted mountain paths. I almost died. Strangely, instead of treating me as prey, monsters genuinely tried to kill me.

Years later, monsters aimed to make a meal of me, and men tried to take advantage of me.

Surviving like a scoundrel while protecting maidens.

“Oh, brave soul! Please, vanquish evil in my name.”

Suddenly, I became a hero.

I discarded shabby gear and adorned myself with equipment painstakingly crafted by the empire’s artisans. I met an emperor from birth and nobles who said I was special.

My party members were top-tier ranger, mage, and priestess. For some reason, they were all women, which suited me better due to unpleasant memories of men eyeing me.

The hero’s power and level were immense. The speed at which I grew stronger was on another level. For instance, an attack that could barely cut half a tree initially could split a rock after a month.

The mage said divine power permeated deep into the flesh, but the essence was that I had become stronger.

Though the saint did not appear, I saved villages under monster attacks with my comrades. I exterminated traitors colluding with demons. I turned the tide of wars going against us.

Victory after victory.

Advancing all the way to the Demon Lord’s domain was the plan. However, that plan never came to fruition.

“Is this all you’ve got? Disappointing.”

Arklich, the Four Kings, the Terrain Breaker, and the Eternal Seeker Paul descended.

“Did you just have a weird fantasy?”

“No?”

“Sorry, but I magically erased your thoughts.”

“Oh, damn.”

After Paul’s arrival, he engraved dark spells on us to seal our powers and imposed punishment.

The punishment was simple.

“No! Nooooo!”

“Ughhh! Ugh! Ughhhh!!!”

“Get, get away! I have a fiancé… Aaaahhh!!!”

“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”

Directly violated by demons and monsters.

“We are bornnnn!!!!”

She gave birth to that child. Since then, she displayed this disgrace to the Imperial Army fighting against the Demon King’s army. The most sacred moment for a woman, the moment of giving birth, was tainted with ridicule and contempt.

There were times when the shame did not bother her due to physical pain, and other times when it did. She trembled before the nobles she believed in and sucked their genitals. Seeking the weak and homeless, she became pregnant after staying with them for ten days. Of course, when she had grown to a certain extent, the demons gouged her womb and baby, saying that a hero cannot give birth to a human.

And the first to crumble was the wizard. His lofty pride was not easily shattered, but the moment the spell began to fade, he crumbled faster than anyone else.

Next was the ranger, followed by the priest. And only I remained until the end, maintaining my sanity. No, it was more accurate to say that I maintained my ego in a state of madness.

At some point, like my comrades, I yearned for the pleasure that the genitals provided, and during childbirth, the ratio of pleasure outweighed the pain. “Ohohoho♡ Hooooray♡” Even now, I am happily giving birth to various monsters and finally rejoicing as I give birth to a goblin.

Normally, I wouldn’t even consider such an accident and would just be a beast of pleasure, but today, somehow, I have returned to my senses.

“Ohhhhh♡♡♡♡”

Ah, it’s being born. The moment this child is born, I will go to heaven♡ Thank you, my son♡ For being filial to your mother who has come to her senses at last♡ Wait for me, my children, I’m going now♡

Thus, the former warrior named Aria, the current goblin, gave birth splendidly, shed tears, and then bowed deeply without moving.

“Oh, there are many goblin genitals here? And there’s also one person?”

And right after a new life was born. A woman with white hair appeared, holding a goblin to her chest and spanking her buttocks.