6

The Demon King clearly intended to keep her imprisoned here and continue violating her. If she willingly opened her legs to him… or rather, if she actively shared her body with him, not only could she prevent her body from decaying, but there was even a chance she could restore her ruined appearance.  

‘To be honest, I enjoyed it too.’  

Whether it was her own thoughts or the voice of the Demon Race blood flowing through her veins, something within her whispered this.  

Her gaze suddenly fell on the Demon King’s face. His sharp forehead, high nose bridge, piercing eyes, masculine jawline, and long hair flowing like black silk.  

Mariana realized, almost as if for the first time, that she found the Demon King’s appearance very much to her liking. Until now, she had always thought of herself as the ugliest woman alive and had never dared to consider whether she liked or disliked someone else’s face.  

‘Well, this body has already resigned itself to death. What’s wrong with having some fun with a handsome man who suits my tastes? Besides, if there’s even a chance my ruined appearance could improve because of divine power, it’s worth the gamble. No, it’s an absolute win. Even in the worst-case scenario… rolling around with a man with a face and body like his until I die doesn’t sound like a loss at all.’

Mariana made up her mind. She gently took the Demon King’s hand. The thought that merely holding it might not be enough, along with a growing desire, pushed her further. Mariana intertwined her fingers with his, threading them between his long, thick fingers.  

At this, the Demon King’s lips curved into a slow smile.  

Good. 

Mariana decided to drive the point home with more definitive words.  

“All right. I’ll do it. I’ll take part in that experiment.”  

“Hmm, Saintess? What did you say?”  

The Demon King feigned ignorance. Mariana forced a smile despite the expression that wanted to twist into a grimace, carefully choosing words she thought he might like.  

“My name isn’t ‘Saintess.’ It’s Mariana. From now on, please call me by my name.”  

“Hmm, very well.”  

“And… please, fill my… body with your seed until it overflows.”  

Upon hearing those words, the Demon King immediately climbed on top of her. His p*nis, already fully er*ect, outlined itself through his clothes. Gazing at Mariana with eyes brimming with desire, he whispered softly.  

“Very well, Mariana. I’ll grant you that wish.”  

Mariana slowly spread her legs toward him. Her nether regions were already wet once more. The Demon King smiled as he captured her lips in a deep kiss.  

* * *  

Mariana spent countless days—or perhaps it was weeks—doing nothing but having s*x with the Demon King in that bed. The Demon King always explored every inch of her body with intensity and greed, driving her to scream in ecstasy and filling her insides with his seed until it overflowed.  

Afterward, her frail body would usually collapse into unconsciousness, as if fainting. When she woke up, the Demon King would bring simple food to the bed, and after eating, they would mate again like animals in heat until her strength was completely drained.  

Time had passed like this. 

One day, the Demon King wrapped her in sheets and carried her somewhere. For the first time since arriving here, she left the Demon King’s bedroom.  

“This place…”  

Mariana was bewildered as she looked around the vast space, which was as large as the chapel of the Temple she had once lived in, but entirely adorned with luxurious marble. She couldn’t even begin to guess what this space was used for.  

“It’s about time you washed up, don’t you think?”  

The Demon King tossed the sheets aside and spoke. He took her by the wrist and led her to a small bath in one corner. Then, he began washing her body with fragrant soap, scrubbing her chest, back, limbs, b*ttocks, and even her most intimate parts.  

“….”  

Afterward, the Demon King guided her to a massive bathtub in the center of the room.  

Mariana cautiously dipped her toes into the water. It wasn’t too hot or too cold—just right.  

The Demon King strode to the opposite end of the long, rectangular tub and submerged himself.  

Mariana followed him into the tub. As the pleasantly warm water enveloped her body, the accumulated fatigue seemed to rise all at once, making her feel drowsy.  

Before she knew it, Mariana was nodding off.  

“…?”  

She suddenly snapped awake, startled by the sight of her body beneath the clear water. It looked like someone else entirely.  

“!”

Her arms and legs, once covered in scars from countless lashings, were now flawless, wrapped in pristine white skin.  

But the changes didn’t stop there. Her previously protruding lower belly had flattened, and the excess fat on her thighs and arms had disappeared without her noticing. Although her chest remained the same, her waist had become so slender that her br*asts appeared even larger by comparison.  

Mariana shifted her gaze from her submerged body to her reflection on the water’s surface. Her freckled face had become pale and smooth. The high bridge of her nose and sharp jawline, once buried under her flesh, were now prominently visible, and the unsightly smile lines had vanished without a trace.  

“Is this… me?”  

The large eyes reflected on the water blinked in disbelief. Even to herself, she looked like a stunning beauty.  

All she had done was spend several days rolling around in bed with the Demon King, over and over again… and yet, she had become astonishingly beautiful.  

It was exactly as the Demon King had said. Simply receiving his seed into her body, preventing divine power from taking root, had transformed her into such a vision of beauty.  

“Do you like it that much? To me, you don’t look all that different from before.”  

The Demon King snorted as he looked at her. Mariana suddenly realized that tears were streaming down her face.  

“Mariana. Aren’t you grateful to me?”  

“I… I am grateful.”  

She stammered through her tears. The tears wouldn’t stop, but the Demon King responded indifferently.  

“I don’t accept gratitude in words alone.”  

“What…?”  

“Use that clever little head of yours. Think about how you can give me a new kind of pleasure.”  

With that, the Demon King stood up and sat on the edge of the bath, spreading his legs. Mariana’s gaze naturally fell to the organ between them. It twitched as if it sensed her eyes, beginning to swell and harden.  

“….”  

All she had to offer was her body. She no longer had divine power, nor did she know how to do anything other than have s*x with the Demon King. Fortunately, it seemed that what the Demon King wanted from her this time was, once again, s*x.  

‘A new kind of pleasure, huh.’  

But Mariana, who had been a virgin until arriving at the Demon King’s castle and had lived her entire life in the Temple, couldn’t possibly know what that meant. Her only experiences were what she had shared with the Demon King.  

Over the past few days, they had tried numerous positions, enjoying intense s*x each time. It felt as though they had explored every position imaginable in the world.  

So now, how was I supposed to…? What could I possibly do to give the Demon King a new kind of pleasure?  

Mariana decided to slowly retrace her memories.  

On the first day, she had laid on her back with her legs spread while the Demon King entered her. They had also done it with her lying face down as the Demon King penetrated her from behind. There was a time when he had lifted her legs onto his shoulders and thrust into her. The penetration had been so deep that she had nearly felt like dying. The pleasure had been just as intense, though…  

They had done it lying on their sides, and there had been a time when she bent over, bracing herself against a wall, while he took her from behind. She had even clung to the standing Demon King’s neck with her arms as he entered her.  

She had sat on the Demon King’s lap, straddling his thighs, while he thrust into her. She had held onto his two horns during the act, and there had been times when she mounted his reclining body, moving her hips. They had done it face-to-face and with her turned backward.  

‘Is there really another way? Even if there is, how would I know? He’s probably just teasing me again, isn’t he?’  

Mariana was grumbling to herself when her eyes suddenly met the Demon King’s. He chuckled, as though he had read her thoughts.  

“You really don’t seem to know, so I’ll give you a hint. Pleasing a c*ck isn’t just about looking at it.”  

Hearing those words, Mariana glanced down at her own body. Then, as if making up her mind, she crossed the water toward the Demon King.  

“Oh? Do you think you’ve figured it out?”  

“Yes.” 

She knelt between the Demon King’s legs and, using both hands, lifted her br*asts. Moving closer, she pressed his member between them.  

Though Mariana’s chest was quite large, the Demon King’s organ was even larger and longer. Its tip peeked out from between her br*asts, brushing against her collarbone.  

“Khuhuhuhu…”  

The Demon King let out a low chuckle, seemingly satisfied. Whether or not this was the correct answer, he appeared pleased enough. Relieved, Mariana pressed her palms against her br*asts, squeezing them tightly around his p*nis, and began rubbing.  

“Mm… Ahh… Ngh…”  

Mariana’s br*asts were already sensitive, and now, as she rubbed them against the enormous male organ, soft moans escaped her lips involuntarily. What’s more, the realization that she had come up with such a lewd act herself made the heat in her loins intensify.  

“Ah… Hngh… Mm…”  

Unconsciously, she began to stick out her tongue and pant, fully immersed in the act.