Chapter 117

EP.117 Yuria in Distress

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In the spacious bath of the castle, there were nearly ten women.

All humans, slaves prepared by Margaret to serve Yuria during her bath, all of them naked.

Their eyes were unfocused.

Like the sorceress who had used recovery magic before, their personalities had been erased.

Yuria, who entered the bath wrapped in a long towel, frowned at the sight of them.

Disgusting. She hated the idea of a noble being like herself being served by such passive humans.

“Why are you like this?”

Margaret’s eerie voice followed.

Yuria flinched.

“Ah, Mother… I’ll just wash myself…”

“Really? Alright.”

Margaret readily accepted the suggestion and approached the slaves, wagging her tail.

The slaves flinched each time their necks were pricked.

Soon, they slumped their bodies and gathered around Margaret in small groups.

“Mother will have them serve me… Call if it’s hard to wash.”

That won’t happen.

But arguing back and angering Margaret would be foolish.

“Yes…”

Yuria answered weakly, avoiding Margaret’s gaze, and submerged herself in a distant tub.

“Haah…”

The warm temperature made her sigh in contentment.

Yuria splashed water on her shoulders and moved to the center of the tub, sitting on the bottom.

Water up to her chin. The depth was just right.

Hugging her knees, she thought.

‘I’m changing…’

When she killed Aron, she felt a refreshing sensation, and her irises turned purple.

Her pupils also tore upwards evilly, like her mother’s.

Surely, it was due to Tairat’s schemes.

But she didn’t feel resentful towards him.

She was now convinced that Tairat was Jihyuk.

Her former enemy, now the absolute being she loved most in the world.

She had no courage to resent him.

Yuria gazed at her reflection in the clear water.

Green hair, green eyes, round irises.

She looked like the beautiful warrior, the Beast Slayer.

She had the mindset to punish evil.

That evil was humans. Before, it included demons… but now, she defined demons as good.

No, even that was ambiguous.

She wanted to discard the concepts of good and evil, justice, and just follow what Jihyuk said.

As Yuria pondered,

Sssss…

Her green hair gradually turned black from the tips.

Startled, she opened her eyes wide.

Her hair returned to its original state.

Terrified, Yuria’s eyes reddened, and tears welled up.

“… Sob…”

She wanted to hear Jihyuk’s honest thoughts about her, but he kept avoiding the conversation with vague words.

Was there something she didn’t know? She didn’t know.

After a while of thinking, Yuria lowered her head, submerged her face in the water, and exhaled.

Bubbles rose, tickling her cheeks.

“Pfft…!”

She lifted her head, wiped the water from her face, and noticed her mother standing outside the tub, examining her body.

Even as a woman, Yuria saw a perfect figure.

The wings and tail were a bit out of place, but that was from her perspective.

From her mother’s perspective as a succubus, it was a perfectly fitting, lewd, and attractive body.

“Why…?”

“Mother’s done showering, are you still not done?”

“I… I’m not done yet.”

“Hurry up. We need to go see the Demon King together.”

“I want to be alone for a bit. Even if you don’t trust me, could you grant this request…? I’ll go straight to the audience room… I promise.”

Margaret made a “Hmmm…” sound.

Staring at her daughter, Margaret nodded.

“Alright. The Demon King might scold me, but… for my daughter, I’ll endure it.”

“Thank you, Mother…”

“I’m allowing this because you seem to know your place now.”

Yuria showed displeasure.

Even if the Demon King was more important than her, why rub it in like that?

Suddenly, irritation surged.

Jihyuk must think of her as more important than her mother ‘or whatever’.

Her mother should know her place. After attacking her, she should be begging for forgiveness, not acting like this.

“Please leave…”

Seeing Yuria’s venomous glare, Margaret scoffed.

“Your eyes are sharp? Want to fight with Mother?”

“Leave.”

“Being oppressed by my own daughter… How sad.”

Clicking her tongue, Margaret left Yuria with a displeased expression.

Yuria heard the sound of whips and screams in the steamy bathhouse.

Her angry mother seemed to be taking out her frustration by killing slaves.

Soon, the bathhouse quieted. The smell of blood mixed with the steam, making Yuria frown.

“Annoying…”

She thought of asking Jihyuk to scold her mother and submerged her face in the tub again.

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After finishing her bath, Yuria was attended to by demons.

She hated being served by mindless humans, but being served by demons was fine.

The female demons respectfully dried her hair and dressed her, showing they were well-trained servants of the Demon King.

Yuria looked at herself in the mirror brought by a servant.

Instead of the usual seductive dress, she wore a short frilly dress that exposed her legs.

The color was pitch black. From gloves to shoes, everything matched.

Her green hair and eyes didn’t match the dress, creating a slight flaw.

Blonde would suit better… She should undo her transformation.

There was no reason to maintain the Beast Slayer form now.

As Yuria thought this, her device glowed, and the transformation was undone.

Returning to her original blonde hair and blue eyes, she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction.

Dismissing the servants, she took a deep breath and headed to the audience room.

The corridor was empty and silent.

It felt like a private space for just her and Jihyuk, making Yuria blush slightly.

Arriving at the audience room door, Yuria swallowed hard seeing it firmly closed.

What would happen here? Would she finally hear the truth today?

With determined eyes, she gently pushed the door open.

Then she bit her lower lip and furrowed her brow.

“Ahh…♡ Demon King! You’re so strong…!”

Jihyuk was having sex with Margaret.

Seeing her mother moaning with unfocused eyes, Yuria felt irritated again.

Even though she had come, he was engaging with that lowly succubus… She had hoped to hear something important but felt deflated.

Margaret’s body writhed before Jihyuk.

Her tail swayed like a snake, and her wings fluttered, looking utterly vulgar.

Fortunately, the sex seemed to be ending soon.

Jihyuk grabbed Margaret’s hair tightly.

When he was about to climax with Yuria, he would pull her hair too.

Seeing this, he was clearly about to finish.

Thinking it was somewhat fortunate, Yuria suddenly gritted her teeth.

She felt jealous seeing Jihyuk do to her mother what he did to her.

“Kyaaa…♡”

Margaret’s body stiffened, and her moans gradually subsided.

White fluid dripped from between her legs.

After finishing, Margaret moved forward, pulled out, turned around, and knelt.

Then she took him in her mouth and began cleaning.

‘Really disgusting…’

She hated her mother. So much it made her blood boil.

Watching Yuria’s reaction while being served by Margaret, Jihyuk commanded.

“Come closer.”

Tairat’s arrogant tone, but the voice was Jihyuk’s.

His face was exactly the Jihyuk she knew.

Except for the tone and attire, it was just Song Jihyuk.

Like when her mother had become a retainer.

Startled, Yuria cautiously stepped forward to the throne.

“Beautiful.”

Jihyuk’s comment as he looked her over.

Yuria bowed her head in embarrassment.

“Th… thank you…”

Now fully aware that Tairat was Jihyuk, she naturally spoke formally.

Jihyuk smirked at her attitude.

With a satisfied expression, he stroked Margaret’s flowing hair as she served below.

“Umm…♡ Haah…”

Margaret swallowed and began rolling her tongue.

As the sucking sounds subsided, Tairat asked Yuria.

“Curious about my true identity? You probably have an idea, but… don’t you want to hear it directly?”

“Ah, yes… Can you tell me…?”

“Of course. Song Jihyuk is me, Tairat. To be precise, I disguised myself as Song Jihyuk.”

Thump!

Yuria’s heart pounded.

Even though she was sure, hearing it directly was shocking.

The truth had a different weight.

Staggering for a moment, she steadied herself.

“Did you… approach me on purpose…?”

“Yes.”

“Wh… when did it start…?”

“You’ll be surprised. Very much. You might have expected…”

Jihyuk trailed off, frowning.

Margaret had quietly increased her pace.

Yuria glared at her mother with disgust.

Interrupting at such a crucial moment, sucking on Jihyuk’s member like it was ice cream, her anger was about to explode.

Whether he knew her feelings or not, Jihyuk leaned back on the throne and continued.

“Even if you expected the answer, can you handle all the truth?”

“I’ll find out eventually. You wouldn’t keep it from me forever.”

“That’s true, but…”

“And I’d like Mother to be removed.”

“Remove her? You’ve missed Margaret so much. Weren’t you a filial daughter? Is it okay to speak so rudely?”

“…..”

“And I want to be served by both mother and daughter.”

At that, Margaret’s eyes lit up.

It seemed enjoyable just imagining it.

Yuria, however, looked displeased.

“We were having an important conversation.”

“So?”

“Mother is interrupting. I want to talk to Jihyuk alone.”

At Yuria’s bold defiance, Jihyuk silently nodded and tapped Margaret’s head.

Margaret then pulled out.

“Alright then. Step back for a while.”

“Okay♡”

Margaret, with a coquettish reply, adjusted Jihyuk’s attire and disappeared through a portal.

Jihyuk briefly met Yuria’s gaze, checking her resolve.

After a moment, he spoke.

“I approached you from Daejeon.”

“Daejeon… You mean the day I met Sehwa?”

“No. Long before that.”

“Huh…?”

Long before? They first met at a hotel… Was there a connection before that?

“You look confused.”

“Yes… I need an explanation. I want to hear everything.”

“Seeing is better than hearing.”

With a sinister smile, Jihyuk placed his hand on his face.

A grotesque sound followed as his face began to change.

Wrinkles formed around his eyes, and a thick beard grew, covering his jaw.

Yuria’s eyes trembled as she watched.

The changed face was someone she knew well.

It was Glen Elenard, her father.

‘What…?’

What kind of joke was this?

With a bewildered expression, Yuria’s eyes widened at Tairat’s next words.

“Ah… Are you okay? Maybe you should take some medicine… Where’s the pharmacy…”

She remembered those words clearly.

Before becoming the Beast Slayer… while living in Daejeon, she had grabbed a middle-aged man with a familiar face on the street.

He resembled her father, Kim Taegon, and she had felt nauseous.

She never imagined seeing her dead father’s face there.

Those words were definitely what Kim Taegon had said then.

A “Ping-!” sound seemed to echo in her head.

She felt dizzy. What was she seeing now?

It was hard to hold onto reason. Her mind felt distant.

“Wh… what… is this…”

Yuria stammered.

Tairat, with a venomous smile, stood up.

“You believed in the ridiculous idea of reincarnation. It made things very easy. It was fun too.”

“Uh… ah…”

Mumbling like a baby, Yuria instinctively stepped back as Jihyuk approached.

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