Just to be sure.
Marqui split from Rosella and went another way. Lili Lim clung to his back, flying through the moonlit night on her wings.
”What’s up ahead?” Lili Lim asked.
”Why the Hellbehemoth is heading straight for Ruulegard Kingdom’s Royal Castle. In the Demon Realm, Hellbehemoths are livestock. They would not just head somewhere on instinct alone,” Marqui said.
”That is true enough,” Lili Lim said.
Someone was controlling it.
Sure, the power difference was big. Anyone would think Marqui and Rosella could take it down easy. But if the Game scenario’s forced progression was still in effect, there was a chance they would not be able to finish it without following the right order.
”If there is someone controlling it, they cannot be far from the Hellbehemoth…” Marqui said.
”Marqui, over there,” Lili Lim said.
A wagon with a cage on its bed.
Three figures in black hooded cloaks.
Inside the cage, a naked woman was visible.
Found her.
High Elf witch. Medirina.
Lime-green hair with slight waves, falling to her waist. Deep blue-green eyes. Thin overall, with round dome-shaped breasts and a big butt. But her skin, white as new-fallen snow, had many raised marks from the whip. A collar around her neck. On her abdomen, a crotch tattoo was carved.
”That is a shoddy crotch tattoo,” Marqui said.
”Yeah,” Lili Lim said.
Design-wise, it looked like the crotch tattoos he had seen in porn manga from his past life. In the Game’s character design, Medirina had one too. It was never shown in detail. She had been a slave for sexual desires. Once a bright witch, she became a slave in exchange for her captured elf friends, and the tattoo was put on.
What had happened to her until now was not hard to imagine.
”I am taking her down,” Marqui said.
”Yeah, go ahead,” Lili Lim said.
Against the backdrop of the Hellbehemoth’s big form, Marqui landed in front of the wagon.
The cloaked figures started, shaken by the sudden appearance. Rescuing Medirina was originally Rennes’s role. But because they had blown past the scenario, she did not have that information.
”Who the hell are you?!” one of them shouted.
The three drew their swords. In the Game, they were Akeios soldiers. But these were clearly different. Their stances were timid, not like trained soldiers at all. Still, no need for mercy with people who sic hellbeasts on others.
With a single light swing of his modified sword, the first man’s arm fell. He cleaved the second’s torso in two. The third tried to run. A lightning bolt from above turned him to ash right away. Lili Lim’s handiwork.
Marqui pulled back the hood of the man who had lost his arm and was bleeding out, unable to move.
”Hey. Who sent you?” Marqui asked.
The man was in no state to answer. Better to get the story from Medirina herself.
A single slash cut through the cage’s iron bars. He stepped inside.
”You are Medirina, the High Elf witch,” Marqui said.
She turned her face to him, dazed. Her eyes were empty. Then her gaze swept over Marqui’s whole body.
”Please. I am moving the monsters on the street you told me to. So please, c**k! Please give me c**k! Haah, haah, haah. I cannot take it anymore!” Medirina begged.
She clung to him, pressing her face against his waist, rubbing her cheek against the bulge in his pants.
”Uh. This is…” Marqui said.
”The side effects of a shoddy crotch tattoo,” Lili Lim said from above.
”Side effects?” Marqui asked.
”You know how the crotch tattoo I taught you normally disappears? That one is always visible. It eats away at your mind. It keeps you constantly aroused,” Lili Lim said.
In the Game, Medirina had the tattoo too, but she could still hold a normal conversation.
”Why is it like this…” Marqui said.
”Someone must have forced changed the original tattoo. To make her obey,” Lili Lim said.
If Akeios soldiers had been using her, there would have been no need to go that far. Whoever did this was weaker. Someone who needed the tattoo change to make sure she obeyed. Now she had been reduced to this bottom-tier nymphomaniac, already trying to pull off his pants.
Had the ripple effects of history changing made Medirina even more unfortunate?
”Haah, haah… c**k… I will do anything. Anything. If you give me c**k…” Medirina panted.
”For now, stop controlling the Hellbehemoth and put your debuffs on,” Marqui said.
”Not before. C**k! If you will not give it to me, I will not do it,” Medirina said.
He looked up at the night sky.
”What do I do?” Marqui asked.
”Just do it? The more girls Marqui sleeps with, the higher the chance you will end up in the Lust Layer after death. And I will not tell Rosella,” Lili Lim said.
”Damn. Guess I do not have a choice,” Marqui said.
While he was saying that, his c**k was already fully out.
”That is. That is definitely the good-feeling c**k. Aaaah!” Medirina cried.
She pulled back, put both hands on the ground. Not kneeling, but lifting her hips high.
”Haah, haah. Ah, ah. Ngh. Aaahn. Please! Grant this lowly sow’s cunt the blessing of your c**k!” Medirina moaned.
She rocked her hips, inviting him.
Medirina was shaved, huh. Her labia, slick with arousal, were swollen, her clit sticking out. Arousal dripped in thick strands.
History was tilting toward the erotic.
”Fine. I will give you c**k. So you do what I say,” Marqui said.
He came from behind, pressing the head of his c**k against her slit. A wet sound. When he pushed his hips forward, it slid in without resistance.
”It is in! Hoo. Hoo. Hoo. This is. Oh. I am gonna come right away!” Medirina gasped.
He gripped her hips to keep her from fucking herself on him.
”Easy. I have got questions,” Marqui said.
He set the pace.
”Hoo. Hoo. What?” Medirina asked.
”Who was transporting you?” Marqui asked.
He slowly stirred the High Elf’s cunt. Inside, her walls were loose but had swollen folds that caught on the head of his c**k.
”I. I was sold from an Akeios noble to a merchant in the Vega Merchant State. Ah, th-there. More,” Medirina moaned.
Grateful for the info, he thrust in harder. A sharp hit against her cervix.
”Ahhn! Good. Amazing. Hoo, hoo. Oh, oh…” Medirina whimpered.
He stroked her ass, pulled back to shallow thrusts, and asked again.
”Those guys. Vega Merchant State, right? Why would Vega, a vassal of the Empire…” Marqui said.
”Ah. Nn… the Vega men. They all badmouthed the Nuutra Empire,” Medirina said.
Rebellion? There had been intel that Vega was trying to break away from Nuutra. She had given him that info, so he thrust deep again.
”Guh… hoo. Oh. I came. Just now. I was quivering…” Medirina moaned.
The real question: where did they get the Hellbehemoth?
”Do you know how the Vega people got that monster?” Marqui asked.
”I do not know. I just did what I was told,” Medirina said.
Predictable answer. Only a Demon God could steal from the Demon Realm’s ranches. It was likely that a Demon God other than Lili Lim. Someone from the Lust faction was working behind the scenes.
”Alright. Then the Hellbehemoth’s.” Marqui said.
”Nnn! More. Pound me. Stir my cunt!” Medirina cried.
It seemed she would not be able to talk until she got off once. She liked having her cervix rocked, so he slammed the head of his c**k against it again and again.
”Oh. That works! Oh. Oh. Oh. I am coming,” Medirina moaned.
”Don’t pass out. I still need things from you,” Marqui said.
From the moment he had entered her, her eyes had stayed rolled up. Her tongue hung out, and she had already wet herself many times.
”I am coming. Coming! Only when I am getting c**k. I am normal,” Medirina said.
”This is normal?” Marqui asked.
”Without it. I am just barely holding on. About to lose my mind,” Medirina said.
A broken High Elf witch. This was something the Game never showed. Was it because they had derailed the scenario too much?
”Oh. Good! This c**k. I cannot live without it anymore. Oh! Be my master. Be my master. I will do everything you say,” Medirina begged.
He already had other allies who could buff. But someone who could debuff enemies was rare in this world. In fact, without her, they could not win the final battle. And abandoning Medirina in this state. He would have to take responsibility. Take care of her.
”Then you are my toy,” Marqui said.
”Yes yes! Use me every day!” Medirina said.
Like a stray dog or cat. He would keep her secret from Rosella.
As proof of the contract, he gave her a full load of c*m.
Glug. Gush. Spurt. Spurt. Glug. Glug.
He flooded Medirina’s cunt with so much come it was about to overflow, then pulled his c**k out.
”My cunt. It is bursting with c*m! Oh. I am c**ming. Cuuuumming!” Medirina moaned.
Her back arched, her hips shaking.
But there was no time to bask in the afterglow. The Hellbehemoth was still being protected by the event’s forced progression.
Like a child throwing a tantrum, Rosella roared.
”Why is this thing still alive?!” Rosella shouted.
She shattered the tusks that lunged at her, moved under the beast, and crushed all its leg bones. Then she climbed onto its back and started whittling down its HP. The Hellbehemoth’s tough hide had made it hard to deal damage at first, but the Stone Throne Sword’s defense-lowering effect should have upped the damage. And yet. Its HP stayed at exactly one. Not dropping at all.
”Fine then. I will peel off this armor-like shell and take the meat inside,” Rosella said.
It could not move anyway. If anything, the Hellbehemoth was the one suffering hellish pain.
”Hmm…” Marqui mused.
That actually felt kind of sad. Some unnatural force was keeping it alive. If the roles were swapped, it would be begging for death.
”Your Highness!” Marqui called.
Marqui’s voice.
”Marqui! Wait,” Rosella said.
He had a naked woman on his back. Rosella stepped away from the dying Hellbehemoth and came to her fiancé.
”So you went to get that High Elf,” Rosella said.
”Yeah. Mission complete,” Marqui said.
”Did you…?” Rosella asked.
”…Come on. You know that is not what happened,” Marqui said.
”Then what was that first pause for?!” Rosella snapped.
Rosella did not think of herself as the jealous type. If anything, she thought she was pretty tolerant. She had already put up with Lili Lim and the maids.
”Tell me the truth,” Rosella said.
”I did not have a choice!” Marqui said.
Guilty. No question.
”Excuses later. I will hear all of them. But if that High Elf’s power is real, then you can take this thing down for good, right?” Rosella said.
”Yeah. Here. Stand on your own. Do what I just asked,” Marqui said.
The High Elf reluctantly pulled away from Marqui, still dripping c*m from between her legs. She shot him a look that was part clingy, part flirty.
Annoying.
The High Elf began to sing.
Rosella moved to stand beside Marqui.
”While I was fighting for my life over here…” Rosella said.
”Fighting for your life? That is a stretch, is it not? Ah. She would not listen unless I did it. Ugh. I ended up telling you everything anyway,” Marqui said.
”You know I cannot hide things from you. What else?” Rosella asked.
She had been watching him her whole life. She could tell from the smallest shift in his reactions.
”Medirina is my onahole now,” Marqui said.
”What?” Rosella said.
”Condition for cooperation. Not a lover, not a mistress. An onahole,” Marqui said.
”And she actually agreed to that? Wait,” Rosella said.
He kissed her out of nowhere.
Whenever things got awkward, he always did this. And she always let him get away with it.
”You m**urbate too, right?” Marqui said.
”I understand that by any reasonable standard, you are completely insane. But fine…” Rosella said.
Rennes was standing at a distance, watching them kiss. She was sure Marqui would never kiss Rennes in front of her.
”…Fine. I will hear the full story later,” Rosella said.
”Thanks, Rosella. I love you,” Marqui said.
”Honestly… And don’t call her an onahole. Call her…” Rosella said.
”A person?” Marqui asked.
”A pet. Let us keep her as a pet. Together,” Rosella said.
”Huh? Ah. Yeah,” Marqui said.
The High Elf’s song ended.
”Your Highness. You can kill it now,” Medirina said.
”Good. And I am the one doing it,” Rosella said.
She was not about to let that go.
The Hellbehemoth’s HP was down to one.
One solid punch was all it took. Done.
He had wondered how to hide it, but in the end, Rosella saw through everything. He was grateful for her strength.
”Mmm… marbled meat,” Rosella said.
She had already lost interest. Her focus was on the meat.
”Um… Your Highness Rosella…” Rennes said.
Rennes came up, kneeling before Rosella.
”Thank you for saving our kingdom. And though it was a misunderstanding, it is true that I wounded the Second Prince. I will answer for my,” Rennes said.
”That will not be necessary,” Rosella said.
Rennes looked up in surprise.
”But,” Rennes said.
”Instead, can you figure out how to transport all this meat?” Rosella asked.
”Huh?” Rennes said.
”There is too much to eat. And it will be hard to carry it all the way back to the fortress as is. We will have to break it down,” Rosella said.
Marqui explained to the confused Rennes.
”This is Hellbehemoth. Demon Realm livestock. Incredibly good eating,” Marqui said.
”Really? Then. Our army is almost here. I will have them butcher it,” Rennes said.
Even just draining the blood would be a huge job, but…
Rosella added, “Share it with the fortress soldiers too. Though even then, there will be plenty left. And there are villagers who lost their homes.”
”Yes,” Rennes said.
”Then give it to them. And whatever is left, let the Ruulegard Kingdom Army handle it,” Rosella said.
”Thank you so much!” Rennes said.
Rosella turned to Marqui.
”The soldiers’ share can go through the army. But our portion. Let us take it home first,” Rosella said.
Her stomach growled.
Whose stomach was that?
Bianche raised her hand, looking embarrassed.
The tension broke right away. Rosella and Rennes both burst out laughing.
This was something the Game never showed. He wanted to believe that here, history had changed for the better.
Summary:
Marqui and Lili Lim locate the enslaved High Elf witch Medirina, who is being transported by hooded agents from the Vega Merchant State. To secure her cooperation and debuff abilities against the Hellbehemoth, Marqui agrees to a degrading transactional arrangement that leaves both him and Rosella grappling with the consequences. Meanwhile, Rosella fights the immobilized beast alone, unable to land the killing blow until Medirina’s song breaks the event-forced protection, allowing a single punch to end the battle. The chapter closes on an unexpectedly warm note as the group shares meat, laughter, and tentative hope that their interference may have changed history for the better – though Medirina’s broken state and the mysterious Demon God pulling strings remain unresolved threats.
Trivia:
Marqui split from Rosella specifically to rescue Medirina, whose original rescue in the Game belonged to Rennes.
Lili Lim is clinging to Marqui’s back and flying with him, providing both transportation and aerial lightning support.
The crotch tattoo on Medirina is a modified version of the Game’s original – whoever altered it is weaker than the Akeios soldiers and needed the extra control.
Medirina’s debuff abilities are essential for the final battle; without her, victory is impossible.
Only a Demon God could have stolen Hellbehemoths from the Demon Realm’s ranches, implicating a Demon God other than Lili Lim.
The Stone Throne Sword’s defense-lowering effect should have increased damage against the Hellbehemoth, but its HP remained stuck at one due to event-forced protection.
Rosella is aware of Marqui’s previous encounters with Lili Lim and the maids, and considers herself tolerant for not being more jealous.
Rennes was originally meant to rescue Medirina but is now witnessing events unfold differently, including Marqui kissing Rosella.
The Hellbehemoth is livestock in the Demon Realm and is described as incredibly delicious, with marbled meat comparable to high-quality beef.
Rosella jokes about keeping Medirina as a pet, and Marqui reluctantly agrees to keep her as a shared pet rather than a person or lover.
Bianche’s stomach growling at the end breaks the tension and prompts genuine laughter from Rosella and Rennes.
The final line expresses Marqui’s hope that history has changed for the better, contrasting with the darker implications of Medirina’s condition and the unknown Demon God.
Translation Notes:
1 ↩ A Japanese term for a handheld m**urbation toy, used here as a degrading label for a person treated as a purely sexual object. Translated as “toy” to preserve the objectification without requiring reader familiarity with the specific Japanese term.