The next day, the decision was made: Nazarick would dismantle Eight Fingers and assault the royal capital.
It happened fast. Too fast.
First, Sebas's loyalty was cleared, and Tuare was taken under Nazarick's protection-jointly approved by Belial and Momonga. So far, no problems.
Then Tuare was kidnapped by Eight Fingers.
Momonga lost his temper.
Belial had seen him angry before, but this was different. The Overlord's fury, combined with his undead appearance, was genuinely terrifying-like a demon king from legend.
The plan came together quickly. Sebas would rescue Tuare. Eight Fingers would be crushed and brought under Nazarick's control. As a cover, demons would attack the capital-and loot it.
Demiurge had proposed it, and Momonga, not fully understanding but trusting his subordinate, had signed off. Belial couldn't fault him; he'd have done the same.
Demiurge also contacted Renner to smooth things over. He'd planned to invoke the name of the Demon Emperor Baal-Belial's alter ego-to cow her into cooperation. Instead, Renner had been enthusiastic.
"My, Lord Baal? Then I'll gladly assist! I owe him so much-he brought Climb and me together, and he showed me such a wonderful expression on Climb's face. If possible, could he rape me again in front of Climb? The way Climb breaks down in helpless tears is simply adorable!"
Even Demiurge had been taken aback.
That woman was deeply, fundamentally broken. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved with her at all.
A princess willing to sacrifice her own people for her fetish.
At any rate, the capital was going to burn. I had responsibilities-both as a member of Nazarick and as Beryl of Silver Wings. I needed to make sure my "new pet" didn't die.
But I wasn't a strategic genius. Left to Demiurge alone, the plan would end in massacre. The other guardians were just as ruthless toward humans.
There was only one person I could use.
"Lazlo, can you handle the rest of the planning?"
"No. Father, sit down and think with me."
She refused flatly.
"Can't I just leave it to you?"
"No. Sit. We're deciding how to handle those girls."
In the end, I sat beside Lazlo, adjusting her proposals with my knowledge of the original story.
-x-X-x-
Late that night.
Outside a mansion in the capital-the residence of Hilma, head of Eight Fingers' drug trade.
A single maid stood before the building, holding a severed human arm. She brought it to her mouth and bit down.
Crunch.
The sound was like an insect's mandibles grinding, accompanied by the stench of blood.
Above, giant beetles laden with stolen treasure flew toward a predetermined location. The maid watched them go.
Her name was Entoma Vasilissa Zeta-one of Nazarick's battle maids, a member of the Pleiades. She was an arachnoid insect-user, her appearance that of a beautiful girl, but her face was a human-shaped insect mask. Her voice was produced by throat bugs. She was a swarm given human form.
Burp.
A cute little belch escaped from the throat-mouth, carrying the reek of fresh blood.
"Muscular men really are the best for dieting."
The childish voice came from a lip bug mimicking human speech.
Entoma reflected on the mission. Subduing the fleeing humans had been troublesome, but the target, Hilma, had been cooperative-thanks to Belial's prior "attention."
The Six Arms member Edström had been collected as a souvenir for Belial. 'My lord really loves violating human women.'
The job had gone off without a hitch, and she was right on schedule.
"Entoma-chan, good work."
She turned at the voice behind her.
"Lazlo-sama, thank you. Is there something you need?"
Standing there was a Doppelgänger with an egg-smooth face and hollow eyes-Lazlo, Belial's personal maid. She wore the standard Nazarick maid uniform, but her face was her true one, not the childish guise she usually wore.
"Yes. I need to deal with the adventurers who will arrive here soon."
"Should I stay and help?"
"No, thank you. This is a solo assignment."
"Understood. Then I'll go on ahead."
"Yes, get some rest, Entoma-chan."
Summoning a giant beetle, Entoma was lifted into the air and flew off.
Lazlo watched her go, thinking how adorable she was.
Then she stood alone before the mansion-now devoid of survivors-and looked up at the sky.
A Greater Doppelgänger could copy roughly eighty percent of a target's abilities-appearance and skills, but not equipment or mastery. Even copying an enemy wouldn't guarantee victory. That was the weakness of the race.
But what if the copied form was max-level?
A level 100 target meant an effective level of 80. More than enough for most enemies.
"It's been a while since I used this form."
Lazlo's body shifted and warped. Beast-like head, bat wings, a writhing tail, a hulking frame-the perfect reproduction of her beloved creator's heteromorphic shape. She picked up a leftover from Entoma's meal.
Crunch.
She bit down. Blood and viscera dripped from her jaws.
"Still tastes awful."
Lazlo was a monster that could eat humans, but she didn't enjoy it. Not a matter of ethics-just preference. Entoma had made it look delicious, but it wasn't.
"Edible, but not worth eating."
The raw meat stank. The hamburgers in Nazarick's cafeteria were a hundred times better.
She spat out the morsel and tossed the rest aside. Then her gaze shifted to the shadows.
"I know you're there. Come out within three seconds."
From behind the trees, a figure emerged.
"Oi, oi... I never heard Eight Fingers was in bed with demons."
A giant woman at first sight could be mistaken for a man in red armor, war pick in hand. Lazlo recognized her-Gagaran of Blue Rose.
"As Father predicted. Truly, he is magnificent."
Inwardly praising her creator, Lazlo turned to face the warrior.
-x-X-x-
"Oraaah!"
Gagaran swung her war pick, each blow enhanced by martial arts-stacking techniques one after another. An ordinary warrior couldn't chain so many arts in succession, but Gagaran was adamantite-ranked, worthy of her title. She could unleash fifteen consecutive enhanced strikes.
The demon before her blocked every one-with a single fingertip.
After the fifteenth attack, Gagaran leaped back, gasping for breath.
"Tch, what a monster!"
She'd survived countless battles, defeated enemies stronger than herself. But this gap was beyond anything she'd faced.
She knew she was going to die. But she couldn't run-turning her back would mean instant death.
"My turn now."
The stone pavement beneath the demon shattered. That was all Gagaran registered before her vision spun. A tremendous impact sent her flying; she realized afterward she'd been struck.
"Gu-ah?!"
She tumbled across the ground, forcing herself upright. The demon stood where she'd been.
Her bones were broken. A potion might help, but there was no time to drink one.
"I messed up.
She should have fled the moment she saw the demon's true form.
Gritting her teeth, she raised her head.
"You're strong. Are you the Demon Emperor Baal?"
"Clever, muscle-brain. That's right."
So this was the enemy Evileye had warned about-and far beyond the estimate.
"Of all the rotten luck... facing a big shot like you."
"Indeed. That bad luck will kill you."
If only Evileye and Lakyus were here. If only the whole team were together. But they weren't.
"Here I come.'
The demon stepped forward.
Again, Gagaran couldn't react in time. The demon was already upon her.
"This is the end, warrior."
The demon raised its arm-
"An impostor?"
The blow missed. The ground shattered, and the demon looked up.
Gagaran was no longer there.
"Annoying pests."
A woman in black stood between Gagaran and the demon.
"Sorry, Tia... I thought I was dead."
It was Tia, the former assassin of Blue Rose.
"Gagaran, what is that?"
"Demon Emperor Baal. The one that attacked the palace."
"How strong?"
"The two of us are dead meat."
"Wish I hadn't asked."
Despite the banter, Tia's expression was grim.
But Gagaran felt a sliver of hope. A warrior alone was doomed, but with a ranger supporting her, the odds improved-if only slightly.
They just needed to buy time. Reinforcements might come. Unlikely, but better than dying quietly.
"Finished talking?"
The demon's voice was like ice. Gagaran raised her war pick; Tia readied her kunai.
The demon moved.
In that instant, Tia activated a ninjutsu.
"Shadow Clone Technique!"
Her shadow split into two duplicates, which rushed toward the demon.
"Childish tricks."
The demon ignored the clones-they were far weaker than the original. But it did seem to know ninjutsu.
Tia stepped in front of Gagaran.
"Immovable Adamantite Shield!"
A hexagonal barrier of prismatic light materialized before her, shielding them both.
The demon's fist struck the barrier.
Crack.
The shield shattered like glass, and the fist continued, slamming into Tia.
"Kuh-!"
The demon's massive hand crushed her small frame, sending her flying.
"Tia...!"
She bounced and rolled like a discarded toy. The shadow clones dispersed. She was out of the fight-possibly dead.
Gagaran moved to retrieve her, but the demon blocked her path.
"You're not escaping."
Time seemed to slow as Gagaran's mind raced.
Retreat? Impossible-she'd be killed before she could dodge.
Defend? Impossible-she couldn't block that power.
Counterattack? Impossible-the demon was faster.
There was no winning move, no choice to make.
Still, she raised her weapon-
A crystal lance of pure magic slammed into the ground between Gagaran and the demon.
"Hmph. Crystal Lance."
The demon reacted, and Gagaran seized the opening, scrambling backward.
"Evileye...!"
A masked girl in red robes floated in the air, Fly keeping her aloft.
"What are you standing there for, Gagaran?! Grab Tia and retreat!"
"But what about you-"
"Shut up and do as I say!"
Evileye's desperate tone snapped Gagaran into action. She ran to Tia and scooped her up.
"Maximize Magic: Shard Buckshot!"
"Acid Shield."
Explosions erupted behind her. Evileye had begun her fight.
Gagaran cradled Tia, who was barely conscious.
"Gagaran... Evileye...?"
"We just have to trust her judgment!"
But even as she said it, she knew-Evileye couldn't beat that demon. Evileye knew it too. Yet she'd told them to run. Disobeying would dishonor that resolve.
Evileye could use teleportation magic. Once Gagaran and Tia were clear, she could escape.
That was the only hope.
"Maximize Magic: Dragon Lightning!"
"Dragon Lightning."
Lightning clashed, and the air burst with light and heat. The smell of ozone and scorched earth filled the night.
The demon could use magic-matching a dedicated caster like Evileye blow for blow. And it hadn't even bothered to use magic against Gagaran. It had been toying with her, holding back.
Gagaran gritted her teeth and ran, not looking back.
"Don't die, Evileye...!"
She fled, carrying Tia, feeling utterly powerless.
-x-X-x-
Evileye clenched her teeth behind her mask. Her maximized Dragon Lightning had been canceled by a mere Dragon Lightning. The gap in magical ability was staggering.
"I underestimated him...!"
She and Lakyus had once speculated that all of Blue Rose together could defeat the Demon Emperor.
They'd been wrong.
Now she understood-the demon's strength was on another level entirely.
She'd lived for centuries, met countless powerful beings. But this one was in a league of its own.
Nausea surged. She wanted to cry, to scream, to run and hide.
But she couldn't.
"I won't abandon my comrades and flee! I am Evileye, the vampire of legend! There is no option but to fight!"
She raised her hand.
"Penetrate Maximize Magic: Crystal Dagger!"
A crystalline blade formed and shot forward, boosted to pierce magical resistance.
The demon didn't dodge or block. The dagger struck directly-and did nothing.
"What?!"
No resistance, no defense-just total immunity.
"Impossible! A penetration-enhanced spell dealt no damage?!"
Not a scratch. The demon's power was beyond imagining.
"An upper-class demon? A demon king... The title 'Demon Emperor' is no boast!"
Before, she'd thought landing a spell would give her a chance. Now she knew the truth: she'd never had a chance. Not even one in ten thousand.
"Futile, Evileye. You were strong, for a child. This was entertaining."
The demon's smug tone made her blood boil.
"Ha... and you're as ugly as your twisted hobbies. I heard you r*ped the princess. Looking like that, I'm not surprised no one would touch you willingly."
She was baiting him-drawing his attention away from the city, away from her fleeing comrades. A last, desperate act.
"What did you just say?"
The demon's face went blank. All emotion vanished.
"This form is ugly? You said that?"
The pressure in the air multiplied-tenfold, a hundredfold.
"You... of all things... my... beloved... Fa... ther..."
The air itself seemed to warp. The demon was muttering something, but she couldn't hear.
'Mistake.'
She'd made a terrible mistake. She'd never imagined an insult about appearance would provoke such fury.
Her body trembled uncontrollably. Her teeth chattered.
"Ah... aah..."
Pure, unadulterated terror flooded her.
She tried to step back-
The pressure vanished.
Evileye gasped, her lungs burning. She'd forgotten to breathe.
The demon's rage was gone as suddenly as it had come. It smiled again.
"To think I'd lose my temper over the desperate words of a worm."
It raised a finger and pointed at her.
"Let me announce this, Evileye. You will suffer-a little."
A chill ran down her spine.
Deep night.
Over the royal capital. In a place devoid of witnesses, explosions echoed again and again.
"Maximize Magic: Shard Buckshot!"
"Futile."
The Demon Emperor ignored Evileye's spell and swung his arm. The ground tore open, rubble flying like grapeshot. Evileye aborted her attack and switched to defense.
"Ngh- Translocation Damage!"
The spell converted physical harm into magical damage. The stone fragments pummeled her, sending her small body tumbling, but she emerged unharmed.
'Damn it, he's draining my mana too fast! I can't keep blocking...'
The demon closed in before she could recover, intent on pressing the attack.
'Translocation Damage!"
Again, she deployed the defensive spell, absorbing the impact as the demon's rush flung her backward.
No physical wounds. And yet-
'I can't take much more! I have to retreat!"
She would use Teleportation. Not to where her comrades were, but in the opposite direction. Draw the demon away, drag him as far from the capital as possible-
"You won't escape. Dimensional Lock."
The air warped around her. A teleportation obstruction-used by certain high-ranking demons. She recognized it instantly.
No escape. No way to keep defending.
The only option left was to attack, to resist with everything she had.
"Maximize Magic."
"You're becoming tiresome, Evileye."
The demon was on her in an instant.
"Guh-!?"
His hand clamped around her slender throat and lifted her off the ground. Her feet kicked uselessly as her windpipe constricted.
"Kuh... guh...!"
She couldn't draw breath. She choked.
"Let go... of me...!"
Her small body thrashed, but it was meaningless. The demon didn't loosen his grip in the slightest.
"Now then. Time for your punishment."
"Pun-"
Fear spiked through her. Even after centuries of existence, even as a legendary vampire, she was terrified.
The demon's tail moved-a slick, slimy appendage oozing viscous fluid. Her eyes went wide.
"Y-you... what are you going to...?!"
"Preparation."
The demon tore away her mask, exposing her bare face. Tears welled in her eyes.
"S-sto-"
Before she could resist, the tail forced its way into her mouth.
"Nngh-!? Mmph, ooo...!?"
She tried to bite down, to sever the appendage, but it was already plunging deeper.
Past her lips-
"Ubuh-!?"
Into her throat-
"Nn... guh...!?"
And down toward her stomach-
"Ugh... geh...!"
She could feel the tail stuffing her from mouth to gut. Nausea surged. Her face twisted in revulsion.
"Nngh...!?"
A terrible premonition gripped her. She struggled with all her might, but the tentacle lodged deep inside her made it impossible to move properly. Then she felt it-the tail swelling at the back of her throat.
"Drink deeply."
'Drink? Drink what-?'
The tail's tip erupted.
Splurt. Spurt. Spurt.
"Nngh-!? Nnnnn!?"
A thick, viscous fluid flooded her stomach. The taste spread through her mouth-bitter, rank, nauseating.
"Ugh... ngh...!"
The demon released her. The tail slurped out, and Evileye collapsed to the ground, retching. She spat the milky fluid from her mouth, but some clung to her throat and stomach, refusing to come up.
But worse than the taste-
'What...? My body's burning...! Poison!?'
She had to detoxify immediately. She reached for magic-
"Antidote... what!?"
The spell failed. Confusion flooded her. When she tried to cast, her mana seemed to dissolve inside her body.
"Why... why won't the spell activate?!"
Some kind of interference. As the realization hit, the demon laughed.
"It's the fluid I just fed you."
"Wh-what...?"
"It steals the strength to resist and doubles the body's sensitivity."
She wanted to scream, but the words died in her throat. It made horrifying sense. She'd heard of this-incubus or succubus bodily fluids that sapped resistance and acted as an aphrodisiac. The Demon Emperor Baal wasn't just a demon. He was an incubus.
'A being this powerful, and an incubus too?! Impossible!'
Her body grew hotter despite her fury. A lust she'd long forgotten stirred, and her womb ached.
"Next... Greater Create Incubus."
The demon summoned a creature-a cylindrical abomination, a mass of squirming flesh and tentacles.
Its presence radiated wrongness, a monster born of pure revulsion.
"A Greater Roper. Let's see how long you can struggle without magic."
A chill ran down Evileye's spine. A magic caster without magic was barely more than a commoner. And the creature before her-its pressure alone suggested a threat rating above a hundred.
She tried to back away-
"Ah..."
A tentacle was already coiled around her leg. With a violent tug, she was dragged toward the roper.
"Sto-"
She struggled, but her strength was that of a small girl. There was no breaking free.
"Let go!"
More tentacles snaked around her limbs. She thrashed, desperate, but it was useless.
"You... stop! Dammit!"
Her struggles meant nothing. The Greater Roper hoisted her into a cruciform spread-eagle, limbs pinned wide, her body utterly exposed and helpless.
The demon mocked her.
"What a pitiful sight."
"Y-you... you have disgusting tastes. It makes me sick...!"
"Acting tough in that state? You're not frightening at all, Evileye."
The demon's hand reached for her chest. He seized her robes and tore them away with a violent rip.
"Kh...!"
Her modest chest and completely hairless pussy lay bare. Humiliation warred with rage-rage won.
"Y-you bastard...!"
"Hahaha. A child's body, just as I thought. Greater Roper-do as you please with her."
The creature moved. Two tentacles rose before Evileye's face, their tips swelling, splitting open to reveal brush-like clusters of fleshy nubs. They descended toward her chest.
They rasped against her nipples. With the incubus's fluid still burning through her, even that light touch made her body jolt.
"Kh... fuh...."
A moan escaped her. She'd never once felt pleasure from having her nipples touched. Never. And yet-
"S-stop stop it..."
Her pleas meant nothing. The Greater Roper probably didn't even understand language.
"Kh... nn...."
She twisted, trying to escape the stimulation, but the tentacles were stronger than her magicless body. They didn't budge.
Then the tip of a tentacle split into four parts-like a mouth-and latched onto her nipple.
"Nn... disgusting... ahh."
Her hips bucked as the sucker sealed around her nipple, the brush-like inner surface abrading the sensitive bud.
Sucked and pulled, the tiny nubs scraped against her.
Her face twisted. This was the incubus's fluid. Her body wasn't supposed to feel this. She had to purge it, had to escape-
A new tentacle appeared before her. Its tip glistened with saliva-like mucus, and it slithered toward her groin.
"N-not there...! Stop!"
She struggled, but she could do nothing. The demon watched, laughing.
"Ah..."
The tentacle began licking her slick folds.
"St-stop, don't lick me... ah."
She tried to twist away, but the tentacle followed her every movement, lapping at her while the others continued their assault on her nipples.
Her body writhed with the pleasure from above-
"Ha... haa...."
-and bucked with the pleasure from below. The demon clapped his hands in delight.
"Hahaha! You're moaning so sweetly, Evileye."
"S-shut... up-"
"Such pathetic sounds. Is this the face of 'Landfall'?"
Mocked by the demon's words, ravaged by tentacles, Evileye's pride crumbled. A heat she hadn't felt since becoming a vampire blazed through her. It was as if sealed sensations were being pried open by force.
"Damn... you."
Her nipples and pussy violated, Evileye bit her lip. Humiliating. She-a hero of legend-reduced to a toy for this vile demon. The humiliation was unbearable.
She thrashed, straining with all her strength, but the tentacles didn't loosen.
"Enough... already...."
Spread and helpless, she could only endure the ceaseless stimulation.
She gritted her teeth, fighting the pleasure. If she gave in, the demon won. She couldn't stop her body's reactions, but at least she wouldn't climax-
Suddenly, the licking at her sex stopped.
"Haah... haah...."
She caught her breath, glancing down. The tentacle at her folds was pulling away. Relief flickered-then three thinner tentacles appeared.
"Wh-what are you-"
They moved slowly, deliberately, toward her clit.
"N-no... stop...!"
Her clit, painfully erect from the forced pleasure, throbbed as the slime-coated tentacles approached.
Two of them touched her clit, then gently traced its tip-
"Ah-"
Her hood was peeled back. The most sensitive part of her body now lay completely exposed.
The third tentacle's tip split into four parts, forming the same sucker shape as the ones still tormenting her nipples. Realization dawned, and Evileye's eyes went wide.
"N-no! Stop! Let go!"
The tentacle's tip drew closer to her exposed clit.
"Don't touch me there!"
She thrashed, she cried, but the tentacle didn't stop. The demon's thin smile never wavered.
"You...!"
And then-
"S-stop... sto-"
It bit down on her clit.
The rough, inner folds of the tentacle's sucker ground against the exposed nub.
Just that stimulation was enough-her clit was engorged, hypersensitive. The tentacle covered it completely and began to suck, slowly.
"AaaAAAaaAAA-"
Her scream ripped through the night as the sucker worked her exposed clit, the brutal stimulation reducing her voice to an animal cry.
"Such vulgar noises. You sound like a beast."
"Y-you... you're the- aah."
Her body convulsed as the suction intensified. Her hips bucked wildly, trying to escape, but the tentacle held fast, refusing to release her most sensitive spot.
'This is bad! Bad, bad, bad! I can't take this!"
Tears streamed down her face as her body shook uncontrollably.
"Let her come, Greater Roper."
At the demon's command, the tentacle twitched.
"N-no! I don't want-"
The tentacle sucked hard on her clit.
Then it began to piston, pumping against the sensitive bud.
The brush-like fibers wrapped around her clit, teasing, tormenting.
"Stop sucking, please stop."
The stimulation only grew more intense, ignoring her pleas.
"Nngh, I'm going to- I don't want to come-!"
Then the tentacle sucked, hard.
"AAAaaAAAH."
That was the final blow.
Evileye climaxed. Her back arched, her legs straightening, toes curling. Her vision flashed white. Her tongue lolled from her mouth.
Her body, drugged by the incubus's fluid, convulsed beyond her control-and she lost control of her bladder.
"D-damn... you... this... thing...."
A puddle formed beneath her. Tears fell freely as she glared at the tentacles, teeth clenched.
Her clit throbbed, so oversensitized that even the air against it sent sparks of heat through her.
And then-
"Wh-?"
The tentacle was moving toward her clit again.
"Did you think you could rest, Evileye?"
"Wait...! I just came! Stop...!"
"The answer is no. Do you not understand your position?"
The tentacle brushed against her aching bud.
"Stop! I can't! Sto-"
Ignoring her screams, the tentacle bit down on her clit once more.
"AaAAAaaAAAH."
Saliva dripped from her mouth. Her face contorted in a silent scream. The demon watched, unmoved.
The tentacles showed no mercy.
"Stop stop it I can't, I can't take it."
Her nipples were still being ravaged, tentacles coiling around her body, rough surfaces dragging across her skin, every inch of her being licked and teased.
"This is... too much. I'm coming com-."
She came again, spraying her fluids. Every part of her body had become an erogenous zone. Every touch, every lick, sent lightning through her.
"I already came I came stop please stop."
She begged the demon with everything she had. If this continued, she'd lose her mind. But the demon had no mercy.
"Absolutely not. This is your punishment for angering me."
"That's... ah aaa."
Pain, humiliation, pleasure-her body was a ruin, her mind ravaged. Pride was a distant memory.
"I'll apologize I'm sorry; just stop."
"Hmm, should I?"
The demon pretended to consider, but the tentacles never paused. They licked her nipples, her navel, her armpits, her thighs, her clit, her folds, even her asshole-every inch of her was tasted and tormented.
"I don't want to come anymore stop I'm coming."
Psshh pssshii
The floodgates broke again. Her orgasm gushed out of her. She could feel her womb contracting, her hole spasming.
Still, the tentacles didn't stop.
"I can't take any more. Stooop.
"No. As I said-keep coming until you die."
"You... bastard... ah."
"Still not repentant. Greater Roper, intensify."
"Hih-"
"AAAAAAH."
No matter how many times she came, no matter how she begged, no matter how close she came to blacking out-the stimulation never ended.
Time lost meaning.
Evileye hung limp in the tentacles' grip, her body soaked with sweat, her own fluids, and the monster's slime.
She'd lost count of her orgasms. Her body felt drained, parched, desiccated.
"Ah... aaah.."
Another climax. Saliva dripped from her slack mouth as she twitched weakly.
The demon laughed.
"Can you hear me, Evileye?"
"Ah... what...?"
Her consciousness flickered. She forced her gaze toward the demon.
"You've endured well. I'll give you a reward."
"A... reward...?"
Confusion. And a tiny flicker of hope. Maybe this hell was ending.
"Greater Roper."
The demon snapped his fingers.
A new tentacle rose before her-thicker, longer, utterly different from the ones that had tormented her so far. Its tip split open, revealing a phallus-shaped organ lined with ridges and knobs. A grotesque parody of a cock.
"Impregnate her."
"W-wait.."
The shaft swelled, pulsing audibly.
"Wait, please..."
The monstrous member moved toward her exposed sex.
"That thing... it'll kill me...!"
"You exaggerate."
The phallus dragged across her belly, measuring. It was too large-far too large for her small body.
"S-stop! I've had enough! Please!"
"No."
She was going to be impaled. She clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut.
'Someone...! Help me... anyone... please!'
She didn't know how to escape this. There was no trick, no spell, no way out.
'Anyone...! Please...!'
Prayer was all she had left.
The phallus pressed against her entrance-
A gust of wind. The tentacles binding her went slack. She was lifted, cradled in someone's arms.
She opened her eyes.
A man's face, silhouetted against the night sky.
"This is... quite the situation. Are you all right, Evileye?"
"Ah..."
It was a face she knew-Beryl of Silver Wings. His usual easy smile now looked like the most reassuring thing in the world.
"I don't know who you are, but you're quite the interloper."
At the demon's feet lay the Greater Roper, its tentacles torn. But it wasn't dead-roper-kind could regenerate unless its core was destroyed.
"I'm sorry, but I'll be taking Evileye back."
"Hahaha. Do you understand? That woman is a vampire. An undead. Is there any point in saving her?"
Evileye's blood ran cold. Her mask was gone. Her fangs were visible.
If he abandoned her now-if he left her-she'd be back in that nightmare. She couldn't bear it.
But-
"And what of it?"
She looked up at his face.
Beryl looked genuinely puzzled.
"What? You're an adventurer, aren't you?"
Beryl smiled, a little wryly.
"Evileye is Evileye. That's all that matters."
A shock ran through Evileye's small body. Her heart-still for two hundred and fifty years-seemed to lurch back to life.
"Can you hold on a little longer, Evileye?"
"Y-yes..."
"Yes?"
"I-I mean... yeah. I'm fine."
She knew she was acting strange. And she knew exactly why.
Evileye-the legendary "Landfall"-had fallen in love.
...
The plan had been Lazlo's: have her transform into the Demon Emperor Baal, then have me sweep in as the hero Beryl. A match-pump scheme to win favor with Blue Rose-killing two birds with one stone.
But when I arrived on the scene, I found Evileye being tortured by tentacles.
That was a Greater Roper—the very monster Peroroncino had once excitedly shown me, calling it an "ero-monster." A disgusting, smelly, weak, debuff—spreading piece of garbage.
And it was currently violating Evileye.
That wasn't in the script.
'What was Lazlo doing?'
I'd hidden, unsure how to proceed, but when I peeked out, Lazlo caught my eye and signaled me. So I'd jumped into action and rescued Evileye from being penetrated and raped.
Carrying her bridal style, I'd said something cool, and Lazlo-disguised as Baal-had asked why I'd save a vampire. I'd acted as if confused, said something like "what of it?"—and only then remembered that normal humans were supposed to hate the undead.
I'd managed to bluff my way through it, but my improvisation skills were clearly lacking. Evileye was acting weird too, and I could feel Lazlo's exasperation through the disguise.
Momonga really was incredible-playing both the demon king Ainz and the hero Momon to perfection.
I silently vowed to not let my guard down against Momonga. He was very talented.
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Cradled in Belial's arms, Evileye watched the tentacle monster that had almost violated her. The severed appendages were regenerating, glistening with a dull, wet sheen. Without thinking, she clutched at Belial's clothing.
"Let me ask first—I'm going to kill that monster. You don't mind, do you?"
"Kukuku. If you can, by all means."
The casual exchange between Belial and the Demon Emperor Baal carried an ease that suggested familiarity-like old acquaintances. But something in the demon's words troubled her Evileye. Belial had just declared he would slay the Greater Roper, one of the higher-tier tentacle monsters.
She grabbed his arm. "W-wait! That monster is stronger than you-" She caught herself, correcting her tone. "-stronger than you think!"
She meant it as a warning. Belial had torn through the creature's tentacles with a single strike to save her, so she knew he was powerful. But she'd assessed that monster at a level where even in peak condition, she couldn't confidently defeat it one-on-one.
Belial responded without hesitation. "Just watch for a moment. I'm not being careless."
He said it plainly-not a boast, but a statement of fact. Evileye swallowed hard. She'd been prepared to die anyway. If she was going to gamble her life on anything, it might as well be him.
"First-{Create Greater Item: Superior Phantasm}."
An unfamiliar spell. With one arm still supporting her, light gathered in his free hand, coalescing into a crimson, semi-translucent blade. Evileye couldn't judge weapons expertly, but she recognized this was no ordinary armament.
"Evileye, close your mouth so you don't bite your tongue."
The wind screamed. The Greater Roper lashed its tentacles toward Belial with terrifying speed.
'So fast...'
Before she could finish the thought, Belial swung the crimson crystal sword. Once. Twice. Three times. At a speed her eyes could barely track, he struck down every tentacle. The severed appendages burst apart from the force of the blows-his slashes hadn't just been defense, but counterattack.
Silence returned.
"Their movements are too linear. Well... I suppose that's expected from a summoned monster."
Evileye blinked. He'd had the composure to critique the creature mid-combat.
"Kukuku. You move well for someone carrying dead weight."
Evileye gritted her teeth. The demon's words cut because they were true. She was a hindrance-occupying one of Belial's arms, restricting his mobility. She remembered stories from her childhood as a princess, listening to bards sing of knights battling dragons while cradling princesses in their arms. She'd loved those tales once. Now she understood just how much of a burden that princess must have been.
"Having a handicap like this makes things more interesting, don't you think?"
Belial's words were casual, as if carrying her while fighting a monster was simply natural.
"Very well then. Go, Greater Roper."
The tentacle monster regenerated its limbs—
"I'll teach you the weakness of monsters that regenerate over time."
Belial raised the crimson blade and hurled it. The sword spun through the air and struck the Greater Roper dead-on, spraying dark blue-green fluid as the creature writhed.
"{Twin Magic} {Create Greater Item: Superior Phantasm}."
Seizing the opening, Belial cast again. Twin crimson crystal daggers materialized in the air. He grabbed one and threw it—not spinning this time, but straight, piercing the monster's core. Then he took another dagger in hand from the air.
"{Maximize Magic} {Break Timbre}."
He crushed the dagger in his grip. It shattered like glass—and the dagger embedded in the Greater Roper exploded simultaneously. Cracks spread across the creature's body like fracturing crystal, and its form burst into countless fragments.
"Monsters that regenerate over time-you simply kill them instantly, giving them no time to recover. That renders their regeneration ability worthless."
The shattered Greater Roper didn't even twitch. It was dead.
Evileye stared. 'He's strong... no, far too strong. What is this power? Could he be... a God-kin?'
She knew of the beings called "Players." Not heroes, but something existing in the realm of gods. The Theocracy called those who inherited Player blood 'God-kin-descendants of the Six Great Gods they worshipped. Belial might be one of them. No, nothing else could explain this strength.
"That's the intelligent way to fight-put a regenerating monster in front and attack from behind with an area-of-effect creature."
"Is that advice?"
"No. Just thinking aloud."
Evileye forced herself back to the present. The Greater Roper had been summoned by the Demon Emperor. She couldn't afford wishful thinking that the summoner might be weaker than his summoned monster. She'd clashed with Baal several times but couldn't gauge his full power-the gap was too vast. Still, she suspected Baal was the stronger of the two.
"{Maximize Magic} {Create Greater Item: Superior Phantasm}... So, Demon Emperor Baal. Do you intend to fight here?"
Belial now held a massive crimson crystal longsword. It looked heavy, but being magic-forged, it was likely lighter than it appeared.
"No. This is far enough. If I'm to fight you, I'll need proper... arrangements."
With that, Baal spread his wings and launched into the air. The wings expanded to several times his body size, casting a massive shadow in the moonlight. Evileye's breath caught.
"Th-this is bad, Beryl-sa-Beryl! He's getting away!"
"Yeah. I know."
She almost asked why he wasn't pursuing, but the demon's mocking laughter cut her off.
"Hahaha! A brat who can only tremble in a strong man's arms dares to give orders? You're nothing but dead weight—how laughable."
The words echoed through the silent night. Evileye understood the mockery. Beryl was strong—but so was Baal. In a battle between titans, the presence of a liability made all the difference. If they fought seriously here, she would die. That was why Beryl had let the demon go.
She bit her lip at her own failure to grasp something so simple. Shame filled her chest.
"It's fine, Evileye. Your thinking was correct."
"Beryl-sam... Beryl."
She barely caught herself from adding "-sama," lifting her face.
He looked at her with concern, then smiled faintly and turned his gaze upward to Baal.
"Aren't you being a little harsh?"
"Am I? A fool like that deserves to be insulted."
The demon's voice dripped with contempt.
'Why is Lazlo so angry?' I thought to myself, puzzled at her uncharacteristic behavior.
"No matter. I'll withdraw for now—but I haven't given up. I will kill everyone, without fail! Hahahaha!"
With a laugh befitting his title, the Demon Emperor flew off. Evileye could only watch him go. When she glanced up, Belial's face wore a complicated expression-confusion, embarrassment, something awkward.
The crimson crystal dust in his hand fall to the ground.
"Beryl-sa... nn, Beryl."
"Hm? What is it, Evileye? Does something hurt?"
She shook her head at his concern.
"N-no... I'm fine... well, not fine, but nothing life-threatening... ah."
Her nipples still tingled. Her clitoris throbbed. "Fine" was a stretch.
Then she remembered—she was nearly naked. The life-or-death situation and the relief of rescue had driven it from her mind, but she'd just been violated. Face burning, she covered her chest and groin.
Beryl politely looked away.
"Sorry. I saw."
"N-no... It's fine. It was unavoidable."
She managed the brave front despite her blush, feeling pathetic. He set her down. Her legs wobbled, but she could stand. Running would be difficult—her lower body had no strength left after so many forced orgasms.
She could simply fly with magic.
"{Fly}... damn. No good."
Magic wouldn't activate. Whenever she tried to channel mana, it dispersed. Her body still burned-the fluids that wretched demon had forced down her throat hadn't worn off.
"Evileye, you can't use magic?"
"Y-yes... Baal's tail made me drink something. I can't gather my mana."
"That stuff, huh."
Beryl grimaced like he'd bitten into something bitter.
"Beryl... do you know what it was?"
"An incubus's bodily fluids, probably. A greater one."
Greater Incubus—she'd never heard of the race, but it fit. Not an ordinary incubus, certainly.
"It seals magic?"
"Yes. And other debuffs—weakens your physical abilities. Also acts as a powerful aphrodisiac."
Aphrodisiac. Her brow furrowed. Her body was still aching. If they were somewhere private-a bedroom—she'd already be lost in masturbation. She was that aroused.
She shook her head to dispel the thought.
"What a vile ability."
"Yeah...";Beryl reply without hesitation.
'Why does he know so much about it? And more importantly—what was that strength? Was he truly God-kin?' She wanted to ask, but prying into another adventurer's background was taboo. Especially toward someone who'd saved her life.
More than that, she simply didn't want him to dislike her.
So instead, she asked how to resolve her condition.
"Beryl. Do you know a cure or treatment?"
"I do. It's a curse that normal magic can't heal. It wears off in two days, or—" He scratched his neck awkwardly. "—sexual intercourse will cure it."
"Wh-what? Really?"
Confused, yes—but she'd heard of this. Incubus aphrodisiac effects could be purged through sex.
Lower-ranked adventurer parties encountering an incubus would have members pair off to resolve it. That was what she'd been told.
"You could rest quietly for two days... or hire a male prostitute. Those are the only options I know."
Evileye lowered her gaze. The demon was still in the capital. Blue Rose might be called to action. She couldn't afford to be powerless for two days.
But hiring a prostitute was distasteful. She didn't want to pay a man for sex under these circumstances—and as a vampire, she'd have to keep her face hidden during the act, her figure wouldn't help either. Few male prostitutes would accept that. Money might help, but it was late, and finding one would take time. She didn't even know where to look.
Waiting two days was a poor choice. Hiring a male was undesirable. She needed a man who would hold her, knowing she was a vampire.
The only solution to that impossible equation...She looked up at Beryl, who stood taller than her.
"Beryl..."
"What?"
She inhaled. Her goal and her desire aligned perfectly. There was nothing strange about what she was about to say. She told herself that.
"W-would you... sleep with me?"
Beneath her thin chest, her unbeating heart pounded like a drum.
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