Chapter 33: The Terrifying Demon King

The Demon King used gentleness as a blade, and pleasure as punishment, stripping Melorin away bit by bit until nothing remained.

Melorin sat up from the bed.

Her movements were slow, yet stubborn, her gaze locked firmly onto Morgana.

Seeing her rise, Morgana smiled brightly.

“Oh, Melorin-chan, what’s this?”

“Getting so excited the moment you see me?”

“Did you get up just to welcome me?”

Hearing that frivolous tone, anger surged in Melorin’s chest.

She didn’t know why.

She should have been afraid, yet all she felt was ridicule.

“……”

She didn’t answer.

She only stared at her coldly.

Sensing the hostility in her gaze, the Demon King’s eyes flickered with displeasure, though she kept smiling.

“Melorin-chan, I heard you weren’t feeling well, so I came specially to see you.”

“What is it now?”

“I came all this way, and you’re still not satisfied?”

Melorin finally spoke.

Her voice was cold as ice.

“Alright. I understand.”

“You’ve seen me now.”

“You can leave.”

The air froze instantly.

The smile on Morgana’s face shattered like thin ice, vanishing in an instant.

Her gaze darkened.

A faint ripple of demonic power spread outward, making the entire Demon King’s Castle tremble.

“Melorin.”

Her voice dropped, icy and sharp.

“Is this how you speak to me?”

She stepped closer, approaching Melorin like death itself.

“Have I…”

“…been too gentle with you lately?”

Hearing this, Melorin suddenly laughed.

The laughter grew louder, until it became almost manic.

“Hahaha… gentle?!”

She turned sharply, staring straight at the Demon King, her voice dripping with mockery.

“You actually dare to talk about gentleness?”

“I’ve had enough of your fake kindness!”

Melorin pointed at her, fury filling her voice.

“What do you want from me?”

“Tell me!”

“You’ve already taken my body, my name, my past…”

“What more do you want?!”

Her voice suddenly rose.

“Why don’t you just rewrite my consciousness?”

“Why not turn me into someone like Servia, who willingly calls you Master?”

“Why do you insist on keeping me awake, forcing me to feel this pain over and over again?!”

Morgana listened quietly.

There was no anger on her face.

Instead, a look of pleasure slowly surfaced.

“Hahaha…”

She chuckled softly, the laughter growing deeper.

“How interesting.”

“Truly interesting.”

She stepped closer, until only a single step separated them.

Then, suddenly, she wiped away her smile and put on an expression of sorrow, gently shaking her head.

“Sigh…”

“I thought my little pet would behave obediently, and properly accept this love.”

She raised her hand.

Her fingertips nearly touched Melorin’s face, but stopped at the last moment.

“I didn’t expect…”

She whispered softly, her voice gentle yet chilling to the bone.

“…that it was still my fault.”

Her eyes flashed with a trace of cruelty.

“Too little education.”

Seeing that gentle yet terrifying smile, Melorin’s heart clenched violently.

A chill shot up her spine and rushed straight to her head.

She was afraid.

But she refused to show weakness.

Clenching her teeth, she forced herself to endure with her last shred of defiance.

“Who’s afraid of who?”

“Bring it on!”

She even straightened her back, like a young beast that refused to bow despite knowing it stood no chance.

But she had forgotten—

Her body was already utterly exhausted.

Her emotions had just collapsed.

Her consciousness was still teetering on the edge of chaos.

That bravado was nothing more than a final scream born of despair.

Hearing her words, the Demon King smiled lightly.

Gentleness mixed with cruelty in her voice.

“Sigh… I’m not some kind of devil.”

She stepped closer and spoke with a smile.

“I told you, you will become my wife.”

“And toward my wife…”

“How could I use cruel methods?”

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze like that of a predator.

“Why become cruel?”

“I only want you to be… happy.”

Before the words even finished, she gently waved her hand.

Melorin’s body instantly moved against her will.

She was yanked upright, as if invisible strings had lifted a puppet.

“What are you doing?!”

Melorin screamed in terror, her voice trembling.

“Let go of me!”

“Release me!”

But the Demon King’s voice came from behind her.

“Let go?”

Morgana laughed softly.

“Why would I let go?”

A pale hand slowly reached out from behind.

Its fingertips brushed gently across Melorin’s neck, carrying a shudder-inducing tenderness, inch by inch climbing upward.

The touch was unhurried, unforced.

Like caressing an artwork nearing completion.

“I’m not some evil demon…”

Morgana whispered.

“I’ll make you unimaginably happy.”

“I’ll make sure you never… forget any of this.”

As her words fell, those fingertips transformed into a thin wisp of black mist, slowly seeping into Melorin’s ear.

“Ugh—!”

Melorin’s entire body stiffened.

A strange wriggling sensation came from deep within her ear, as if something alive were crawling toward her brain.

She wanted to shake her head.

She wanted to cover her ears.

But her body was completely controlled.

She couldn’t move at all.

“What are you doing?!”

“Stop!”

“Let go!”

“Don’t do this—!”

Her voice shook, carrying a sob as fear flooded over her like a tide.

The Demon King did not answer.

Her fingers continued downward, finally stopping on Melorin’s rune.

A light tap.

A strand of gentle yet irresistible magic flowed in slowly.

“Now…”

“Don’t be afraid.”

Morgana’s voice was suffocatingly soft.

“You ran too much earlier.”

“Your body is tense.”

“You’re under too much pressure.”

“You need me to help you… relax.”

At that moment—

The tendril that had invaded through her ear finally reached her neural core.

Like vines, it wrapped around her sensory center, forming connections and transmitting signals.

In an instant—

Her mind ignited.

Not pain.

Not stimulation.

But pleasure in its purest form, cascading like a galaxy, flooding every nerve and every cell.

It surpassed physical sensation entirely.

It struck straight at the soul.

As if her entire consciousness were being gently torn apart, reassembled, and lifted upward.

“Ah…”

A sweet, sticky moan slipped from her throat.

Her lips curved upward uncontrollably, forming a dazed smile.

Yet within that wave of bliss, another awareness still struggled.

“No!”

“This is a trap!”

“This is control!”

“Wake up!”

Fear and pleasure.

Reason and surrender.

Like two ropes pulling her soul in opposite directions, locked in a brutal tug-of-war.

She clutched her head with both hands, nails digging into her temples, trying to wake herself through pain.

But even that pain was transformed into pleasurable tremors.

“No… don’t…”

She murmured, her voice growing softer and softer, until it faded into a trembling sigh.

Her knees gave way.

Her body collapsed weakly onto the bed.

But the Demon King had anticipated it.

She grabbed her and pulled her into her arms.

“No, no.”

“It’s not over yet.”

She laughed softly, whispering into her ear.

“Everything… is only just beginning.”

One arm wrapped around her waist.

The other supported the back of her neck.

She gently spun her, as if inviting her into an elegant dance.

“Come, Melorin-chan…”

She whispered, strange light burning in her eyes.

“Let us dance…”

“…a beautiful dance.”