Chapter 132 – -131- The Approaching Threat (6)

“Let this… Put it… ♥” I was thrown into the cage he had prepared, holding his hair.

“Oh no!”

The cold iron cage felt cramped with only one person standing. My golden horns got caught in the dull, gray iron scratches, which made me very uncomfortable.

‘Why are facilities like this prepared…’

Inside the rattling automatic wagon, I was tormented by a miserable sense of defeat and humiliation.

‘This man… He understands all of my attacks…!’

There was no need to postpone defeat, and I was completely defeated.

Every attack is blocked, defenses are shattered, pride is shattered.

Pride, self-esteem, all collapsed. In the agony he felt for the first time, he sat down and begged for his life.

‘It’s so miserable…!’

I wasn’t used to the pain. There weren’t many beings who could harm me, and it was the first time I’d been so helpless.

‘It’s the first time I’ve experienced such pain…’

I was always the one giving the pain, not the receiving one.

‘Why… Can I block all of my attacks…?’

Holding back my tears, I recalled the previous battle.

‘Where did it go wrong…’

***

“That’s quite right! Leon!”

At first, the man who looked down on me was a good fighter who easily took my blows.

My immediate follow-up was also avoided by taking a slight step back as expected.

It was a powerful attack that would blow off the bridge of the nose even if the timing was slightly off, but it seemed that the sense of measuring the distance was excellent.

It was a surprise at first. I thought it would be okay to fight with a little sincerity, considering that a human being has this level of ability.

‘I see, but he’s the strongest among humans. With this level of skill…? Whooping… It might be a more fun fight than I thought…’

Even though he only used about 30% of his strength to fight, this was enough to give him a passing score.

The pleasure of battle lifted his mood.

‘Take this too…!’

The opponent deserved my respect. I raised the level of attack.

Well, even if losing was predestined, wouldn’t it be okay to enjoy the process?

Attacks aimed at the pit of the stomach are naturally drained and dodged, so the power is reduced. It was an opponent who lightly avoided the blows pouring down with demonic energy from the blind spot, bending his neck slightly to the side without looking.

‘Oh… It’s quite…?’

I gathered demonic energy from the battle and prepared for a stronger attack.

‘In order to produce a narrow defeat, it would be okay to push one more time…!’

More powerful fists, faster kicks, more magic. If it’s a more sophisticated taijutsu…You’ll see this man’s expression crinkle.

It shouldn’t make too much of a difference, but wouldn’t losing after pushing hard like this also help the strategy?

Subjugation of an opponent who had barely subdued would stimulate a sense of conquest more than an opponent who had easily won.

I’ve heard that he’s a man with a desire to show off and bravado… He’ll put more value on an opponent who won hard.

In order to drive him slowly, he gradually revealed his power.

Demonic energy is seething, and the whole body is overflowing with energy. I provoked the opponent while letting go of the momentum that was worse than before.

“Hmm, that’s quite right. Human…Now I’ll show you my true power!”

He didn’t blink an eye and looked at me with the same calm expression as before.

‘What? Why?!’

Clearly, my blows were stronger than before, my toes moved as fast as the wind, and my movements became sophisticated like a watch.

However, it did not reach.

It seems that he didn’t use all of his strength.

‘At least this much?’ That bewildered face that was dealing with me without breaking a drop of sweat with the look in my eyes annoyed me.

“Kuhhh…!”

Didn’t like it. The Demon King should be the object of awe and fear, and so was I, the sharpest spearhead of his.

Although I had to postpone defeat in the end, I didn’t want to be seen as an easy opponent.

‘How about this…!’

Probably, since they are members of the same party, they knew my original skill in advance, so it seemed like they could gain an advantage.

Then, what about unknown attacks?

Based on my original taijutsu, I dealt with him with a technique I reinterpreted and created by incorporating demonic energy.

‘Even though I know the technique of the original…This is…!’

The attack, which became more ferocious and grotesque with magic, did not reach him.

My pupils only briefly dilated as my fist moved in an unexpected way.

Showing some leeway in my changed technique, he slowly began to press me.

“Cheap…!”

Perhaps it was from this time. The reason why I didn’t even think about acting and forgot everything that I had to lose in the end and went on a reckless offensive.

‘Why… Please, just one…!’

One hit, one good blow, seems to be enough to get out of this frustrating yoke. As if he was always reading my thoughts, he sarcastically dodged my attacks by a span.

I was sincerely upset. In the close combat where he was most confident, he was being helplessly defeated.

“Hehe…!”

As tears started to well up in my eyes filled with rage, I had to allow the first blow.

‘ Ah…! Body…!’

To make matters worse, as soon as his fist landed, his body felt heavy.

My senses became dull, my muscles reacted a little slower, and I lost strength.

It hadn’t had a major impact yet, but a minor but sure curse was slowly impeding my movement, preventing the demon from turning properly.

‘This…If this is the case, I’ll really lose.. Hehe…!’

Unlike the first blow, the next hit felt even heavier.

I was able to avoid it, but I couldn’t get out of my body in time because Magi was sluggish inside my body as if it was blocked in the middle.

His curse sharply tilted the tense confrontation situation.

The interval between blows continued to shorten. I, who was on the defensive, ended up getting a fist driven deep into my soft stomach.

“Kkeeek…Hhh…!”

I felt an electric current running through my body, a feeling of weakness in my legs, a feeling of despair at impending defeat.

…And even a faint but sure pleasure.

‘Why…?’

As if floating on a fluffy cloud, the comfortable and languid feeling made my fist weak.

As if to let him know that it was not an illusion, the pleasure increased every time he hit me in the stomach.

Every time the defeat became clearer, the pleasure that only grew clearer made my head foggy.

“Sweet…♥ Haa…♥”

The accumulated curses weakened my body, which was firmly protected by demonic energy, like that of a young girl.

‘Hehe…♥ If it stays like this, I’ll really die…♥’

I had no choice but to get down on my knees and beg for my life against the opponent who continued to mercilessly beat me like a scarecrow for practice.

“I… ♥ Jugeo… ♥ Help me… ♥”

‘To follow Mother’s orders, I have to live first…♥’

Never, never did I bow down to him out of heartfelt submission and defeat.

It’s all just a deception for acting…♥

***

“Even if it’s acting… It was too much…”

The obnoxious and humiliating memory of defeat that comes to mind clearly, I try to chase it away.

‘My role is… That’s right, I was fascinated by his strength and betrayed the Demon Lord…’

Thinking of it as acting made me feel at ease. Perhaps, wouldn’t it be better to think of it as an excessive expression of unconscious loyalty to the Demon Lord?

‘Common sense, if you die, you’re dead, so there’s no way you beg for your life so ugly.’

As I was passing the time, trying to console myself, the door rattled and someone came in.

“Ohhh, that’s the same. The demon king’s family, who copied her.”

“Hmm… You…!”

“You really look just like her…Hmm, do Bella and Velia feel this way when they see each other? It’s a really strange feeling.”

The one who opened the door and entered was Ellahe, the princess who became my original.

I was very wary and told her.

“…What’s the matter?”

“Ah, I don’t mean anything special. I just wanted to remember the way she looked before she fell.”

“…?” It was my original text speaking unknown words.

Ellahe, who was staring at me blankly, asked me with a strange expression.

“…Don’t you want to lose?”

“What nonsense is that?”

“Aren’t you hoping for a simple life in which all your dignity and rights are taken away by someone you can recognize, and you just receive and follow orders without thinking?”

…I need to correct my previous remarks. I assumed that my personality would resemble the original, but it seems that the only thing that resembled me was the appearance.

The fundamental way of thinking was 180 degrees different from mine. Hoping for defeat…What is that…?

Was the name “Princess of the Desert Undefeated” A lie?

“Whoa, you look like you don’t understand. Well, the woman in the past was like that too. I can understand.”

She grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the wall.

“Kkeuh…What are you doing…!”

I, who had not yet been able to shake off the curse left by Leon Sodus, was helplessly swayed by her touch.

She said, pressing on my stomach.

“Answer me. How did you feel when Leon defeated you?”

“Why am I answering… Sobbing…♥” She tickled me as she blew into my ear.

“Whoa, demons’ ears are similar to elves’. It’s a cute reaction.”

“Don’t…Don’t…!”

Looking at me as if I was struggling, she looked down at me and said.

“I-imagine it. Imagine being defeated horribly by him, giving your all.”

“That… Who…”

The effort not to imagine, rather made the scene vividly drawn.

If I told her not to imagine an elephant, instead it would be drawn more vividly, and a miserable and filthy imagination filled her brain.

The imagination of continuing to lose and submit to the man who just defeated me…

‘Why does it make me feel better…!’

It was crazy. Let’s picture the future of being trampled on by him again, stupidly begging for our lives, and losing miserably… I feel so good that my body trembles with shame.

As if hypnotizing me, she ignited my delusions with her sticky voice.

“Imagine the miserable defeat of being crushed down helplessly, denied all dignity… And enslaved to his pleasure”

“…Things like that…Of course, I don’t like…”

Imagine giving everything to someone like a human and living a miserable life as a sex slave…

‘A life of fawning over males like that, admitting defeat and giving everything…♥’

My original, could it be that he was living that kind of life?

After laughing at my powerless flirting as if it were cute, the original moved away from me.

“Hehe… I will look forward to the day when you become honest.”

“I’m sorry…!”

My original, smiled confidently and walked away.

Before she left, she insulted me by putting her hand between my crotches.

As if my bodily reactions were any evidence.

“This…It’s just that I’m sweating because I’m nervous…”

Wiping off the slightly viscous ‘sweat’, I made a promise while carving my loyalty to Demon Lord into my heart.

“Never, never give in…”