A dream.
It’s a dream.
I’m dreaming.
Yes. I’m aware that I’m dreaming.
In other words, I’m lucid dreaming, right?
Whatever. The reason I think I’m dreaming right now can be summed up in three points.
First.
My vision and consciousness feel off.
S-sorry! I-I was wrong!
P-please forgive me! I beg you!
On the floor, a woman was collapsed, pleading pitifully, while a man mercilessly beat her without a shred of mercy. The man kicking her jaw and repeatedly striking her abdomen was none other than me—Kim Suhyun. But strangely, there was another version of me watching this scene from a third-person perspective. Of course, that was also me.
So my vision is very strange. It’s not an out-of-body experience, yet I’m watching myself. At the same time, I’m sharing the viewpoint with the version of me delivering the blows. Think about it. Isn’t that odd? No matter how you look at it, it can only be a dream.
Second.
My body doesn’t move as I want it to.
P-please! Don’t kill me! I’ll do anything if you spare my life!
I’ll bark! I’ll bark! Woof, woof! Woof woof woof!
The Kim Suhyun I see is acting beyond my control. More precisely, I can’t command my body at will. Not only that, but aside from me and the woman, all other shapes around us appear blurry. This might be the clearest proof.
Third.
No! I never gave Belphegor that order! Belphegor acted on his own…!
H-Han Soyoung is…
The situation playing out in this dream is a replay of what I experienced during my first run. It’s the memory from when I captured Lilith after defeating the Great Demon.
Please… please…
I’m sorry. Han Soyoung… I really messed up. Okay?
That’s when I stopped my thoughts and focused on the scene, drawn by a sharp, angry shout.
Lilith was lying face down on the floor, barely able to lift her head. She looked up at me with a face as pale as death. Her upper body lay weakly on the ground, while her lower half was kneeling, her hips raised high. Her neck and limbs were bound with chains, and she lay like a dog—utterly miserable. It was like looking at a beaten female dog.
But that wasn’t all. She was completely naked, as if she’d just stepped out of the shower, with pale white semen and yellowish urine running down her back. Her soaked hair was scattered in all directions, and her black wings were cruelly torn.
Just kill me already! You bastard!
P-please don’t! I’m sorry! I said I’m sorry!
Lilith pleaded, trembling with swollen eyes full of fear. But I ignored her completely, laughing madly as I humiliated her.
Hahaha! This is quite a spectacle, isn’t it? I never thought the Great Demon Lilith would beg a human for her life. Her minions would love this. No, not showing this to Belphegor is the only regret I have!
I told you, it wasn’t me! Belphegor killed your brother on his own…!
The murderous intent filled my entire being.
Shut up! Even if that’s true, you still did this to Han Soyoung…!
Aaaah!
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Before I knew it, I was grabbing Lilith’s hair and violently snapping her head back and forth like a madman. Each time I swung her head down, I slammed her forehead mercilessly into the floor. Her screams grew louder, but I laughed even harder and didn’t stop.
Looking back, I probably wasn’t in my right mind then. Now, with some time passed and viewing it from a third-person perspective, I can remain calm. But at that moment, I remember exactly what emotions and determination drove me.
…How could I forget? It’s one of the few satisfying memories from my first life. I really did kill Lilith then.
Come to think of it, I seem to have had a particularly bitter history with Lilith and her followers among the Great Demons.
Belphegor, created by Lilith, was responsible for the deaths of many people I knew, including Park Dayeon, and ultimately caused my brother’s death. Lilith herself envied Han Soyoung’s beauty and ordered her minions to subject her to a fate worse than death. If I were to list the most miserable deaths among users I know, Han Soyoung would be at the top without question.
“Don’t look, Suhyun… please… please don’t look at me!”
Damn it. Thinking about that makes my blood boil again.
As I forced myself to calm down, another change was happening between Lilith and me. I drew my sword, reversed my grip, and forced the hilt into Lilith’s anus.
Lilith screamed in agony but desperately started shaking her hips with the sword hilt lodged inside. I sneered cruelly, dodging the sword’s movement as she moved. Then, I swung full force, hitting her buttocks alternately like a drum.
Ah, I remember that scene. I think she was trying to give me a chance to kill her. But in reality, it was mockery. Every time Lilith weakened and the sword slackened, I’d hit her butt and cheer her on.
Watching this other version of me humiliating Lilith in all these ways made me chuckle.
Anyway, I don’t know who or why this dream is being shown to me. But even if it’s meant to shake me, it’s a huge miscalculation. In fact, I almost want to thank whoever’s behind it. I even wished the dream would last a little longer.
Lilith.
A memory buried deep in my heart, almost forgotten. To be honest, I didn’t want to recall anything related to her. But dreaming it like this allowed me to revisit it clearly. As a result, my hatred for demons has only grown stronger.
Yes. Even though I’m now on the verge of Terra, I feel it would be unfair to just walk away quietly. At the very least, I want to return the pain I endured from the Great Demons back to them in full.
With that thought, I smiled grimly as I watched myself treat Lilith like a beaten dog. To savor the feeling more fully, I calmly closed my eyes.
Then—
Crzzzzzt!
Just as I was about to fully immerse myself in the dream, a huge burst of static erupted before my eyes. Like TV interference, the image twisted violently, then started speeding up. It was as if the dream was fast-forwarding, trying to break free.
Moments later.
Suddenly, everything went quiet. The violent shaking of my vision stopped, and the voices of Lilith and me disappeared. Feeling strange, I blinked hard—and was left speechless.
‘…What is this?’
Something had changed. I couldn’t tell exactly what. All I could see were faint, blurry shapes through my hazy vision. It didn’t feel like I’d woken up. Now that I think about it, a wave of dizziness was washing over me. My mind was filled with confusion as the situation shifted by the second.
But only for a moment.
As my vision gradually cleared and I looked down, I realized I was kneeling. The surroundings had changed slightly.
Not only that, but the naked woman lying face down in front of me was no longer Lilith. Though still blurry, the pale, molten-lava-like hair flowing down her back told me she was likely the Hell Archduchess.
Realizing this brought a mix of confusion and emptiness. I didn’t know why Lilith had disappeared or why the Hell Archduchess had suddenly appeared. I had thought this was a good chance to sharpen my dulled blade, but just as I was about to fully immerse myself, the scene shifted.
However—
‘…Oh.’
As my focus sharpened and the dazzling flesh of the Hell Archduchess came into view, any disappointment melted away.
Her plump, round buttocks rose right before me, supported by smooth, shapely thighs. I caught sight of the thick valley nestled deep between her cheeks, glistening with dewdrop-like moisture clinging to the skin.
I couldn’t help but gasp.
But then, noticing the sword with its hilt lodged in her anus, I felt a strange sense of bewilderment. Why was the sword there…?
‘Ah, it’s a dream, isn’t it?’
At that moment, I realized this was a continuation of the dream after Lilith. I’d heard that sometimes, lucid dreams can shift like this.
Yeah, yeah. I nodded to myself, certain of it. Besides, if this were the real Hell Archduchess, she wouldn’t have let herself end up in such a pitiful state. Come to think of it, I was naked too, but I didn’t care.
After all, it’s just a dream.
Telling myself it was just a dream brought a sudden calm over me. I relaxed, regaining my composure, and casually took in the sight of the Hell Duke lying prone before me. But inside, a fierce conflict was raging.
Every detail was flawless—the tousled hair, the smooth back curving gently, the firm thighs, the supple hips. Truly perfect. I didn’t even know where to begin or what to touch first.
“Wait a minute. It’s just a dream, after all.”
At that thought, a dark desire quietly stirred within my restless mind. If this really is a dream, then what harm could come from doing whatever I wanted?
The moment I thought that, a flood of memories crashed into my head all at once—the pain I endured under the scorching sun of Geophua, the way the Hell Duke toyed with me. Reflecting on it, all I could recall was how much I’d been at his mercy. Anger bubbled up naturally.
Slowly, I raised my hand and gently rested it on the unexpected curve of his hip. As I stroked it softly, a burning warmth radiated through my palm, as if it might melt away at any moment. So soft.
“Hey, Hell Duke.”
I teased his hip, but there was no response.
The final confirmation I’d hoped for was over. Satisfied, I nodded and lifted my right hand, which had been kneading his hip, high into the air.
Then—
“So you think you’re such a great fighter, huh?!”
I unleashed all the frustration I’d been holding back and slammed my palm down hard.
Smack!
The sharp sound echoed as the Hell Duke’s hip jolted. His flesh, a bit plump, rippled faintly like waves. The sensation against my palm felt like discovering a whole new world—so perfectly fitting in my hand it was almost moving.
No, no. One hit wasn’t enough.
“If you’re so good at fighting, why so cocky?”
Smack!
“Yeah! I was wrong about you! But you did mess up first, didn’t you?”
Smack!
“And what’s this nonsense about ‘one time is enough’? ‘Don’t worry about it’? What kind of excuse is that? Am I some kind of sperm bank? And your attitude—your eyes, your tone—so arrogant! You should be ashamed, begging politely like you have no choice!”
Smack!
“Look at you, dripping water just because I smacked your ass a few times. Be honest—‘the king’ is just an excuse, right? You just wanted to do it once, didn’t you? How many people have you been with, you filthy little minx?”
Smack!
Maybe it was because I’d already been through Lilith’s dream first, but the words, though nonsense, just kept flowing out.
I focused all my attention on punishing the Hell Duke’s ass, speaking whatever came to mind and slapping it with all my strength. The stronger I hit, the more the flesh wobbled and the hotter the sensation became—I was getting addicted.
Before I knew it, the once soft, pale skin had flushed bright red, clearly angry. Occasionally, it twitched as if shrinking away.
“Who do you think you are, puffing up like that? Stop flinching!”
Like magic, the twitching stopped.
Suddenly, my eyes caught the faint glow still emanating from Victoria’s Glory lodged in his anus. Something about it felt off. Carefully, I gripped the blade and prepared to pull it out… Wait.
“Victoria’s Glory?”
I looked up sharply. It really was Victoria’s Glory. Twice, even three times I checked—it was definitely Victoria’s Glory.
A cold wave washed over me. Reflexively, I touched my right earlobe. But the earring that was always there…
“Gone?”
What on earth was happening?
Then, from somewhere nearby, a sorrowful voice whispered softly into my ear. At the same time, my mind went blank and my body stiffened. The voice was familiar.
“Excuses… they’re not…”
“B-but still…”
For a moment, I couldn’t think of anything. I just forced my gaze toward the source of the voice.
There, barely turning his head, biting his lower lip in sadness, eyes shimmering with unshed tears, was the Hell Duke.
“I’m… a first-timer too…”
‘…Huh?’