5

“Ah… ahhh.”  

When Mariana came to her senses, she found herself in the dimly lit bedroom of the Demon King, lying on his bed.  

She quickly recalled what had happened before she lost consciousness. On this very bed, the Demon King had violated her, and she had lost her purity.  

‘It’s true that I lost my purity, but… can I really say it was entirely forced?’  

The more she thought about it, the more Mariana’s face flushed red. The tangled memories rising to the surface began to torment her.  

‘Ahng, ahhh! More, Demon King! It feels so good, ahh, ahhh!’  

The sound of her own voice, crying out in pleasure as she was impaled by the Demon King’s massive p*nis, seemed to echo in her ears. Looking down at her bare body, she remembered the hands that had moved on their own, stimulating her br*asts for even greater pleasure.  

Mariana tightly shut her eyes, trying to escape from reality. But the sound of the door clicking open and someone entering shattered even that futile attempt.  

“You’re awake, Saintess.”  

It was the Demon King. His long, black hair was loosely tied back, and he wore a dark robe that revealed part of his chest. A languid smile played at the corner of his lips. Mariana felt a surge of anger.  

“Did you enjoy yourself?”  

She snapped at him.  

The old Mariana would never have dared to speak to the Demon King in such a way, much less snap at him. She would have been trembling in fear. But now, she had nothing left. She had lost the honor of being a Saintess and even missed the chance to die with dignity. What was there left to fear?  

The Demon King chuckled at her words. Then, in an instant, he closed the distance between them, leaning in so close that his face was right in front of hers.  

“Do you want me to tell you just how delicious your p*ssy was? Or are you provoking me because you want to be thoroughly f*cked again?”  

“Th-that’s…”  

There was no way Mariana could win against the vulgar words spilling so casually from the Demon King’s mouth. Her expression faltered, and upon seeing this, the Demon King laughed mockingly.  

“I’m fine with either, but… you have something else to take care of first, don’t you?”  

“?”  

The Demon King sat on the edge of the bed next to the bewildered Mariana. With a snap of his fingers, a large wooden tray appeared on his lap. On it were a cup of water and a bowl of stew.  

“!”  

Mariana’s eyes widened. The rich aroma of chicken broth wafted from the bowl, and only then did her stomach growl loudly, as though thunder had struck within her.  

“After all the steamy s*x we had, you’re still embarrassed?”  

The Demon King sneered at her, mocking her flustered reaction. Then, picking up a spoon, he asked,  

“Or… are you expecting me to feed you?”  

“…Of course not.”  

Mariana practically snatched the bowl of stew and spoon from the Demon King.  

As he had said, what was there left to be embarrassed about now? Conveniently, the stew was at just the right lukewarm temperature, requiring no cooling. Mariana devoured it greedily, emptying the bowl in no time. After drinking a glass of water as well, she felt energy returning to her body.  

The Demon King cleared away the empty bowl, cup, and tray. Mariana watched him quietly, and when he returned to sit beside her, she finally spoke.  

“Why don’t you kill me, Demon King?”  

“I’m not in the habit of wasting my time.”  

She was at a loss for words again, stammering incoherently. After a long pause, Mariana summoned her courage once more and asked,  

“Is someone like you really so desperate for women?”  

“Didn’t I already tell you? It’s rare to find a p*ssy as tight and delicious as yours.”  

“Please, stop saying such vulgar things!”  

“When you react so adorably, it only makes me want to tease you more.”  

Mariana fell into thought again, but something suddenly came to mind. She threw off the blanket covering her legs and examined her body. It was the same body she had seen countless times before—covered in scars from whippings and marred by unsightly fat.  

“?”  

However, no matter how much she inspected every inch of herself, there was no sign of her body decaying.  

Demonic energy and divine power naturally repel each other. If someone forcibly tried to harbor both in one body, the human vessel would be unable to withstand it, leading to decay and eventually death.  

As a Saintess, Mariana undoubtedly possessed divine power. She had endured countless whippings from the High Priestess at the Temple, who had berated her for her lack of progress. Her divine power had been cultivated through tears and blood.  

But now, even after having relations with the Demon King, her body remained intact.  

“Has my divine power… disappeared?”  

She muttered to herself, and the Demon King, unprompted, answered her question.  

“For now, your body won’t be able to hold divine power. I’ve filled your womb with so much of my seed, after all.”  

Though Mariana briefly furrowed her brow at his crude words, that wasn’t the issue at hand.  

“How does that… make any sense? Why wouldn’t my divine power return?”  

“For most humans, the divine power would return, but their bodies would start to decay immediately. The fact that you’re still fine proves that our blood is mixed within you.”  

“….”  

Mariana didn’t want to believe it, but at this point, she had no choice but to accept the Demon King’s words.  

After all, she had been abandoned at the Temple as an infant and knew nothing about her origins. And what reason would the Demon King have to lie to her now?  

“I… I’m a half-blooded member of the Demon Race…?”  

Having spent most of her life in the Temple and even earning the title of Saintess, she now discovered that demon blood flowed through her veins. Mariana let out a hollow laugh.  

“I find it fascinating, too. How did someone with our blood think to train in divine power?”  

The Demon King asked.  

“I didn’t have a choice. I was an orphan abandoned at the Temple. With how I looked, no one wanted to adopt me. To stay at the Temple, I had no option but to train in divine power. Regular prayers weren’t enough to increase my divine power, so… I prayed while being whipped.”  

“So that’s why your back is in such a state.”  

The Demon King glanced at her scarred back and suddenly his eyes began to gleam.  

“?!”  

“Ah, so that’s how it was… The causality is reversed.”  

“What?”  

As the Demon King muttered something incomprehensible, Mariana felt uneasy. But in the very next moment, he grabbed her and began speaking rapidly.  

“Your unattractive appearance is because you grew up in the Temple while carrying our blood. That’s why you weren’t adopted and had no choice but to stay at the Temple. Ironically! Because of that, you had to train in divine power. But since our blood is mixed in you, your divine power didn’t grow easily, so you were whipped, and as a result, you became even more unattractive! Hahaha! How amusing, truly amusing! In all my hundred years of life, I’ve never encountered a human with such an entertaining story!”  

The Demon King laughed heartily, leaning back as if he found it all too hilarious. Meanwhile, transparent tears rolled down Mariana’s cheeks.  

‘It was so painful I wanted to die, but I endured it, thinking the Temple was the only place I belonged… And it was all because I was a half-blood of the Demon Race?’  

She still didn’t want to believe it. But everything fit together too perfectly.  

How she wished this was just a terrible nightmare. But this was undoubtedly reality.  

“Please, just kill me…”  

Unable to bear the sound of the Demon King’s laughter any longer, Mariana pleaded. However, he rejected her outright.  

“I thought I already told you, I don’t want to.”  

“Then how am I supposed to live now? Am I just supposed to live as your plaything until you grow tired of me?”  

“Plaything? After enjoying yourself just as much, what nonsense are you spouting?”  

The Demon King scoffed at her, then suddenly reached out to brush his fingertips against her tear-streaked face.  

“Well… Saintess, how about we conduct an experiment?”  

“What?”  

His voice suddenly dropped to a soft, seductive tone as he whispered into her ear.  

“If I keep filling your womb with my seed over and over again until your divine power can never return, aren’t you curious how your unattractive appearance might change? Who knows, since your looks were ruined by forcing yourself to train in divine power… Maybe if you keep receiving my seed, you could become beautiful again.”  

It was, without a doubt, the Devil’s sweet temptation.