It was at that moment.
“…Have you finally come to your senses?”
A voice, laced with bitter self-mockery, whispered in my ear—different from before. I forced my gaze upward and saw the Hell Grand Duke, his expression drained of strength.
Only then was I able to fully regain my composure. The drowsiness and haze that had enveloped my body dissipated, replaced by a sharp tension and bewilderment. At last, I could clearly grasp the situation.
The sight of the Hell Grand Duke crouched like a puppy was almost humiliating to witness.
Whether someone had shaken him roughly or not, his once-beautiful lava-colored hair was a tangled mess. Bruises and marks scattered across his face and body told a story of what had transpired.
And that wasn’t all. His backside, flushed a deep crimson as if about to burst, and the hilt of a dagger lodged in his anus…
‘So that was me.’
This wasn’t a dream. Or rather, while Lilith might have been part of a dream, everything from the Hell Grand Duke onward was real. For reasons unknown, what I had thought was a dream was actually unfolding in reality.
“Your sleep-talking was quite intense.”
As if sensing my thoughts, the Hell Grand Duke spoke calmly, as if it was nothing. Yet his voice betrayed a strain, as though he was forcing himself to hold back. His tone suggested I wasn’t entirely at fault, but still, I couldn’t shake the crushing sense of despair.
His eyes, still glistening with unshed tears, met mine. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out—only a hoarse sound. Finally, I cautiously grasped the blade and slowly pulled it free. The sound of Victoria’s Glory sliding out echoed softly, dampened by the moisture.
“…Hngh.”
A sudden, quiet sob escaped him. I blinked in disbelief. From the Hell Grand Duke’s trembling eyes, a hot tear traced a solitary path down his cheek. He was crying.
That single tear, sliding down his face, felt unbearably sorrowful. Realizing this shocked me deeply. I had never imagined the Hell Grand Duke—of all people—would show such vulnerability.
“It’s alright. Continue,” he said, swallowing his tears and turning his head away. He didn’t want me to see him like this. Yet his small, trembling shoulders remained etched in my mind.
Thinking back, the reason he had refused earlier was simple. He was angry at being seen not as a man, but as a mere tool or objective—something to be quickly dealt with and discarded.
But wasn’t I the same? I hadn’t regarded the Hell Grand Duke as a woman either. In the end, we were both in the same position. That thought left me with nothing more to say.
Suddenly, I felt a faint breeze brush past my lips. I realized I had been staring blankly, mouth slightly agape. I closed it and swallowed. The Hell Grand Duke remained in his puppy-like posture, silently urging me to continue, but my confusion lingered. What was I supposed to do now?
For a long while, neither of us moved or spoke.
Then, the Hell Grand Duke’s earlier words flashed through my mind—this was his first time.
That helped me understand the tears he had shed. After thousands of years of longing for this moment, he must have had some hope, some expectation. Especially since it was his first experience, those feelings would have been magnified, given special meaning.
And I had nearly ruined it. No, I had ruined it. What had just happened shattered all his hopes.
So there was only one thing left for me to do. While spilled water can’t be gathered, broken pieces can be mended.
The room had been quiet for some time, but the air now felt strangely warm. Yet, oddly, the eerie chill was gone. Instead, a hot, almost feverish breeze wrapped around the Hell Grand Duke, as if anticipating the birth of new life right here and now.
“Please… I beg you…!”
Embarrassed by the lingering tension, the Hell Grand Duke cried out pitifully. His voice still carried a slight tremor. I felt my breath quicken, but forced myself to steady it and calm my heart.
“Um…”
Drawn by the atmosphere, I finally spoke, voice vacant.
“Then, I’ll continue.”
There was no reply, only a slow nod. I watched the Hell Grand Duke remain in the same position, then gently placed my hand on his reddened backside.
“…!”
He flinched in surprise, but this time I didn’t strike him. Instead, I softly caressed him, filled with a quiet apology.
After a moment, I grasped his hips with both hands and gently shifted him out of the puppy pose. His body turned to face me, and I caught sight of his eyes—filled with a strange, unspoken emotion.
I didn’t fully remember what I had done while unconscious. But at the very least, I wanted to make the Hell Grand Duke’s first experience—a moment that might be his first and last—a good memory. If we were to share this intimacy, I wanted my actions to speak my apology. That was all I could think of.
I wiped the tear stains from his cheek with one hand, and with the other, smoothed the tangled hair on the floor. His trembling eyes gradually settled.
Meanwhile, my own vision began to shake. The Hell Grand Duke’s exposed form was nothing short of perfect—no, “perfect” didn’t even begin to cover it. I truly didn’t know where to start.
His collarbones traced a beautiful line, and his ample, inviting breasts looked like overturned rice bowls—tempting and pure white. At their center, pale red nipples stood erect like gentle hills.
Below, his flat stomach and slender waist were nothing short of a dream.
And his smooth thighs—so flawless it felt sinful to touch—and the soft, reddish down nestled between his legs formed an irresistibly alluring image.
My mouth watered continuously. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in those breasts, to feel their warmth.
But I held back. No, I had to. From now on, I had to act with the Hell Grand Duke in mind, not myself.
‘Because it’s his first time…’
His eyes blinked slowly as he looked at me. I gave a faint smile to reassure him, then moved my head between his slightly parted thighs. Grasping them gently, I began to spread them apart.
“Y-You…?”
His startled voice reached my ears, but his thighs weakened and parted obediently. Between them, following the line of reddish down, a deep, straight valley appeared. Despite the opening, the blushing lips remained tightly closed.
I withdrew my hands from his thighs and placed them around his outer lips, carefully spreading the folds apart. The shyly closed valley began to open.
Perhaps sensing something was amiss, the Hell Grand Duke twisted his waist, stammering, “W-Wait! What are you trying to do…?”
But the flower bud was already half-open, revealing the soaked inner flesh. Like a blooming rose, the precious place laid bare its depths, releasing the hot air it had held inside. The fragrant scent filled my nostrils, drawing my gaze.
Inside the wide-open cave, a pair of scarlet petals spread like wings. Deeper still, an endless, dark hole stretched inward, lined with neatly folded red flesh, forming a cavernous passage.
“Ah…”
As the moist flesh glowed a vivid red, a moan escaped me without thought. My breathing grew ragged. Desire surged—an urge to claim this place as mine—but I barely restrained myself.
My throat was parched, swallowing saliva no longer enough to soothe it. Still, I forced myself to open my mouth and gently took the parted petals between my lips, as if kissing them.
“T-That place…!”
His panicked voice rang in my ears, but I paid it no mind. My lips were already burning from the contact, and without hesitation, I softly sucked. Warm air rushed in, mingling with a strangely flavored liquid. I opened the entrance wider and slid my tongue inside.
The next moment—
“Y-You…! Why do you keep making me feel so embarrassed…? Hngh?”
The moment my tongue probed inside, his previously still hips twitched violently. I felt his hands pressing down on my head, as if trying to push me away, but it was only a feeble gesture. Had he truly wanted to repel me, he would have done so long ago. This weak resistance meant the Hell Grand Duke was feeling something different from before.
That thought gave me strength, and I began to move my tongue with even more flair. With my mouth pressed against her core, I kept sucking steadily, while my tongue licked every inch of her soft flesh without missing a spot.
“You, you wicked…!”
Each time the Hell Duke’s voice echoed, I changed the rhythm of my tongue. I curled it into a circle to tease her clit, then stretched it out as far as I could to press deep into her folds. I carefully licked the slick, wrinkled skin I could feel with the tip of my tongue, swallowing the hot liquid that flowed out.
Though, honestly, the fluid was tasteless—completely neutral—but strangely, every time I swallowed, my throat felt even thirstier.
“Ugh…! Hng…!”
Before long, the Hell Duke’s scolding voice abruptly cut off. Instead, she let out occasional breathy moans, as if struggling to hold back the sensations flooding her core.
By now, my thighs were soaked with a clear liquid. Even though I hadn’t stopped sucking since the start, the slickness pooling in her folds kept increasing, overflowing like a flood.
‘She’s more sensitive than I thought… Well, this should be enough to ease the pain.’
Just as I thought the lubrication was sufficient and pulled my tongue back, I suddenly felt a small, soft bump rubbing gently against my philtrum.
I slowly pulled away and saw something small and round before me. It was poking out boldly through the deep cleft above, a tiny, delicate pink bud. Seeing it trembling alone, wet and vulnerable, I couldn’t help but purse my lips instinctively.
“Is it… over now?”
The Hell Duke gasped, barely holding herself together, panting heavily. But instead of answering, I pressed my lips back against the twitching clit, just like at the start. The moment I felt the small orb enter my mouth—
“Ah, ah…?”
Before she could say anything, I suddenly sucked with all my might, making a sharp “smack!” sound.
That was the moment.
“Ahhh—!”
Not a faint whimper this time, but a full-throated cry. The Hell Duke writhed wildly, like a fish caught on a spear, screaming as if in agony. Her trembling thighs squeezed my face tightly from both sides, and from her tightly contracted core, she poured out a hot flood of liquid.
---------------------------= Author’s Note ---------------------------=
Memorize
This is Royujin, your humble writer, reporting in.
Before even entering Season 4, I’ve been taking frequent breaks, and now, even while serializing this side story, I’m struggling to keep up with the schedule.
On top of that, my current physical condition is worn down from long stretches of writing, so this is truly a critical moment—whether the novel thrives or fails hangs in the balance.
Still, as a writer who serves readers faithfully, I stubbornly push on with daily updates, even forgetting my own body when my nieces and nephews come to visit during Chuseok, all because I long to repay the extraordinary love from my readers. I strive to honor your support by making the story shine brighter and expanding the satisfaction and joy of all who read.
I humbly ask you to entrust me with continuing daily updates. And if I fail to deliver, please hold me accountable and remove me from your list of favorites. If my work doesn’t meet your expectations, scold me in the comments and expose my laziness.
Dear readers, please engage often with kind comments and thoughtful discussion, guiding yourselves along this path. Avoid insults and sarcasm, and remember the old wisdom: kind words bring kind responses.
This unworthy writer, moved by your grace, now prepares to eat a late-night triangle kimbap to regain strength. As I head to the convenience store, I post this note with tears welling up, unable to say more.