Epilogue: Gratitude of the Succubus Mother and Daughter and the Ogress Demon Lord
Their recovery was remarkably swift; within three days, both of them had completely healed.
Wanting to hand the bound Ron over to Inarsha as quickly as possible, I attempted to slip away from the Crimson Demon Lord's territory in secret.
"And where do you think you are going, Nord?" Crimsonia's voice echoed.
"We cannot let you leave until you have properly bred with us, Nord-sama," Vermilia added playfully.
"My deepest apologies, Nord-sama. This exit is blocked as well," Roxelana purred.
The bathroom door, the balcony glass door, and the main exit—every escape route was completely cut off. I was surrounded on all sides by the mother-daughter trio: Crimsonia, Vermilia, and Roxelana.
"I am perfectly content with my current maids, thank you very much," I retorted. "You saw Elise, Nirvana, and Mao, didn't you? They are my dedicated attendants. So there's absolutely no need for you to serve me—"
My jaw dropped. Before I could even finish my sentence, Vermilia shed her outer coat with the dazzling grace of a professional stripper. Beneath it, she wore an incredibly skimpy cross-strap bikini made of fabric as thin as string. Her previous bunny-style outfit had been erotic enough, but this crossed straight into extreme danger territory. It barely covered the absolute essentials, leaving well over ninety percent of her fair skin entirely exposed to the elements.
"The succubus seduction lingerie I inherited from Mother..." Vermilia whispered, her face flushing crimson. "How do you find it, Nord-sama?"
That lingerie is way too scandalous!
She peered up at me through her lashes, but as her embarrassment peaked, she quickly shielded her face with both hands. A shy, blushing succubus... the sheer gap moe was enough to make my heart skip a beat.
Even so, compared to the lingerie she had prepared for Kain in the original game of Rising Hero, this was on an entirely different level of allure. My sanity was holding on by a thread.
"Crimsonia-oneesama, quickly, quickly!" Vermilia urged.
"Is it truly alright for me to join as well?" Crimsonia asked, tilting her head.
"Of course, dear sister," Roxelana smiled gently. "After all, while Nord-sama is exceptionally skilled at making girls cry out in ecstasy during our nightly activities, he has never once made a girl weep out of sorrow."
Where the hell did you get that information?! The image of Elise smiling warmly flashed through my mind, though I couldn't be absolutely sure...
"Don't talk nonsense!" I protested. "I am a terrible man who has toyed with countless women! Naturally, I've broken many of their hearts!"
Though, to be fair, the only ones I actually slept with out of necessity were Meina, Barbera, and Roxelana...
"Besides, Nord-sama, you aren't even engaged yet, are you?" Roxelana teased, stepping closer. "In that case, having a few romantic flings is hardly an issue. Furthermore, I recall hearing those fanatical Elon followers boast that nightly trysts with demons 'don't count' anyway."
Please, spare me that incredibly convenient logic...
"I-I have also dressed in a style that I thought you would prefer, Nord..." Crimsonia mumbled, shifting nervously.
She was wearing a frilly shrine maiden outfit reminiscent of a VTuber costume, with the collar pulled open to expose her chest. Curiously, she had placed adhesive bandages directly over her nipples…
"H-How is it?" she stammered. "You looked after my precious sister, and you even saved my life. While demons are known to harbor deep grudges, we are also a race that desires to repay our debts far more passionately than humans. And I am no exception!"
Capitalizing on her petite frame, Crimsonia launched herself straight at me in a direct physical tackle.
"In that case, the best way you can repay your debt is by leaving my room immediately," I said.
Catching her midair like the claw of an arcade crane game, I spun her around and gently set her down facing the exit.
"Grrr! One more time!" she squealed.
Uh-oh. Like a frustrated player who kept losing to a crane game, Crimsonia charged at me again.
For a split second, I wondered if simply playing along with her might actually help me bypass any potential death flags.
But that wishful thinking was instantly shattered. While I was distracted by Crimsonia, Vermilia snuck up behind me and locked me in a tight back hug.
"W-Wait! Let's talk about this!" I pleaded. "Don't you agree that humans and demons need to communicate more?"
"Yes, indeed!" Vermilia whispered in my ear. "And what better way to communicate than through the language of our bodies..."
The moment I turned my head to reason with her, Vermilia—who was supposed to be a pure, innocent succubus—gazed at me with pupils shaped like pink hearts and planted her lips firmly against mine.
"What—?! Snatching my lips by force...!"
"My, Nord-sama, you are so adorable," Roxelana giggled. "It's like looking at my younger self... If I appeared just as endearing to you, I would be absolutely thrilled."
"I see you perfectly! Now stop this nonsense before I genuinely lose my temper."
"Scolded by Nord-sama...?" Vermilia gasped, her cheeks flushing even deeper.
"That's right! I'm a cruel, terrible man who will discipline you without hesitation! Now, surely you've lost any desire to come near me, haven't you?"
"Ahhh...! To be verbally abused by Nord-sama... This is the absolute peak of succubus bliss! ♡"
What on earth did she mean by "succubus bliss"?!
Before I could even wrap my head around her bizarre tastes, my body was pushed back onto the mattress, and they began to tease me. Crimsonia stood atop the shaky bed, looking down at me. From my angle, her underboob and panties were completely on display.
"Tell me, Nord, do you like juice?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
"Juice?!" I echoed warily.
"It is the specialty of the Crimson Demon Lord, boasting a rich, sweet-and-sour flavor. Don't be shy, drink to your heart's content!"
Crimsonia was about to press her skimpy, fundoshi-style panties—which were wedged firmly between her cheeks—straight onto my face.
"Stop! I don't have some twisted fetish for drinking brat juice—mphf?!"
Since I dared to talk back, Crimsonia silenced me by pressing her adorable, plump backside right over my mouth.
"Do not worry," she muffled, giggling. "I made sure to shave beforehand so not a single stray hair would get in your mouth!"
That is not the issue here! Not at all! In the original game, Nord was supposed to shave Crimsonia, but for her to have already taken the initiative and shaved beforehand... this makes no goddamn sense!
"Hahhn...! Nord's hot, heavy breaths are tickling me... I feel so strange..." Crimsonia squeaked, her petite body trembling.
Cornered and utterly helpless, I prepared myself for the worst. But suddenly, a loud snap of fingers echoed through the room. Vermilia and Crimsonia instantly went limp, collapsing onto the bed like puppets with their strings cut.
A moment later, they began to mumble feverish delusions in their sleep, leaving me utterly dumbfounded.
"Nord... your tongue is... ahhh! Stop licking me there! Stop! No more...!"
"Nord-sama's hardness is... inside of me...!"
Apparently, the two of them were currently enjoying a wild threesome with me in their dreams.
"My, they both look so adorable," Roxelana purred, resting her cheek on her hand.
"You saved me..." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I owe you one, Roxelana."
"Think nothing of it. Though, to be honest, I would have loved to be held by you as well, Nord-sama."
When she narrowed her eyes and smiled like that, she looked incredibly seductive. It seemed Roxelana had sensed my distress and used her dream-weaving magic to send Vermilia and Crimsonia into a deep slumber.
"Nord-sama, perhaps it would be best if you simply explained your circumstances to them?"
"If it were that easy, I wouldn't be struggling so much," I sighed. "Every time I even try to speak of it, my heart feels like it's about to stop beating."
"Is it a curse?" she asked, her brow furrowing.
"I honestly don't know."
If Roxelana hadn't been here, I probably would have met my end.
Demons are a loyal race. Crimsonia- had said so earlier.
I, too, wished to show proper loyalty to those who had saved me.
"Ahhh! Nord-sama's hardness is inside me!" Vermilia moaned again in her sleep.
Trying to handle the affection—or rather, the intense lust—of three succubi all at once was proving to be an extreme hard-mode challenge.
Though Roxelana's quick thinking had helped me dodge this particular death flag for now...
The following morning, Crimsonia sat on her throne with a dejected expression.
"It is as I feared... It does not work," she sighed.
"Yes..." Vermilia agreed quietly.
Crimsonia had attempted to establish their usual telepathic connection using her horns, but since Vermilia's horn had been lost in the transplant, the link was permanently severed.
"But we can still be together forever from now on, Crimsonia-oneesama!" Vermilia cheered, trying to brighten the mood.
"Indeed! Exactly!" Crimsonia nodded eagerly. "The three of us, mother and daughters, shall marry Nord together!"
"Yes," Roxelana smiled. "Let us pamper Nord-sama to our hearts' content."
"Wait, what?!" I sputtered.
"I know!" Crimsonia declared. "I shall simply abdicate my throne and pass the title of Crimson Demon Lord to Nord! That way, Vermilia, Roxelana, and I can all legally become Nord's queens!"
"Sister...?!" Vermilia gasped.
"Crimsonia?!" Roxelana echoed in surprise.
What?!
"That is a magnificent idea!" Roxelana agreed warmly.
"I am certain the Demon Lords will have no objections if it is Nord-sama," Vermilia added. "I am deeply moved by your wise decision, Crimsonia-oneesama!"
Roxelana, don't encourage her! And that is definitely not a wise decision!
"Hey! Stop this right now!" I shouted.
"Very well! I shall resign from my duties as Demon Lord!" Crimsonia cheered.
"No! That is not the 'stop' I meant! I'm telling you not to abdicate! Besides, I'm a human. I don't possess the legitimate bloodline of the Crimson Demon Lord like you do!"
In the first place, there was no way a human like me could unite the demon race. The Crimson Demon Lord's domain was a multi-ethnic nation made up of Crimsonia's Ogre tribe, Roxelana's Succubus clan, beastmen like the Three Beast Warriors, and demi-humans like elves. It was a hotbed of constant diplomatic disputes. Becoming the head of state would be like drawing the shortest straw imaginable!
It was practically a textbook case of "No to nominal leadership!"
"The bloodline issue is easily resolved," Crimsonia giggled. "You saw Kain, did you not? You and I simply need to mate. I can easily transfer my parasitic insects to you during the process."
Absolutely not! Sleeping with Crimsonia was a guaranteed ticket to an instant death flag!
Shortly after, a small party was held, and we invited Elise, Nirvana, and Mao to discuss how to foster better relations and dialogue between humans and demons.
It was then that a stunning young noblewoman entered the room.
"U-Um... My name is Ottoline de Delihere of the Delihere Kingdom," she introduced herself with a graceful curtsy. "I was informed that my family's carriage was located here, and so I have come to retrieve it."
Right, the carriage Vermilia had been riding in bore the crest of the Delihere Kingdom.
"Ah...! Nord Villance-sama! ♡" she gasped, her eyes locked onto mine.
Our eyes met. Seeing the absolutely dream-like, melting expression on her face, an incredibly bad feeling washed over me. In the original game of Rising Hero, she was a princess renowned for being exceptionally beautiful despite her minor background role, but this was the first time I had ever laid eyes on her.
"Before our engagement... inside that very carriage... to be loved with such intense, fiery passion... I never knew such ecstasy could exist outside of plays and romance novels..." she murmured, her cheeks flushing bright pink.
Wait, isn't that literally assault...?! And more importantly, I had absolutely nothing to do with that!!
"Wait, what?!" Vermilia gasped, glaring at Ottoline.
"Nord-sama?!"
"Nord!"
"Whoa, you laid her before getting engaged?!" Mao grinned, nudging me. "Not bad, classmate!"
Mao, that is definitely not a compliment!
"I would love to hear your reasoning, Nord," Nirvana whispered, her voice dangerously sweet. "Why is it that you could sleep with a princess from some far-off land before marriage, yet you won't even touch us?"
You are terrifying today, Nirvana...
I spent the next several hours frantically explaining myself! But my excuses fell on deaf ears. Until we finally figured out that Ottoline had actually been dream-ravaged inside Vermilia's dream world, I was subjected to nightly bedroom raids by the jealous heroines every single day...
────Linda's Perspective
Yggdrasia, the realm where the angels dwell, was in a state of absolute chaos.
Stretchers carrying wounded soldiers rushed past me in a blur. The angels in charge of casting Heal were pale with panic, wheeling patients into treatment rooms. As I caught a fleeting glimpse of the wounded, none of them seemed to have any external cuts or bleeding. Yet, their faces were contorted in sheer, unadulterated agony.
"I... I don't want to die..." one of them whimpered.
Rumor had it that the angels summoned to the mortal realm at the behest of a human girl named Elise had been utterly humiliated and thrashed by a single human male. Worse still, they were currently suffering from symptoms resembling severe food poisoning, with no signs of recovery in sight.
The man's name was Nord Villance. Our Lord-sama and the pantheon of serving deities were absolutely furious, declaring it a grave rebellion against the heavens themselves. The mere mention of his name had become a taboo in the celestial courts.
As for me, the memories of my past life remained vividly etched in my mind. A painful past I wished I could forget... yet one I could never allow myself to erase.
Less than an hour later, a direct order came down from Lord-sama.
"Genocide Valkyrie Linda, I command you. Eliminate Nord Villance."
"Pardon...?" I let slip, kneeling before the throne as the ruthless words washed over me.
"Forgive me, my Lord-sama, but why Nord Villance?" I ventured. "He is not the Demon Lord."
"It is only a matter of time before he claims that title," Lord-sama replied coldly. "What shall we do then? Even now, he proves to be an immense thorn in our side..."
"But the Hero, Kain Sope, has become the Demon Lord! Are we to simply leave him be?!"
"He is a small-time weakling," the voice boomed. "Not even worth our attention."
It seemed they were determined to slay Nord for the humiliation he had brought upon the angel host. Still, I owed a debt of gratitude for the new body I had been granted. Furthermore, if I descended to the mortal realm, I might finally have my chance to exact revenge on those fanatical Elon followers and those two vile women who had violated me.
"...Understood," I bowed. "I accept the mission."
As I prepared to depart Valhalla for the lower world, Gram, my caretaker in the celestial realm, called out to me.
"Linda Neizer, are you sure that's enough armor?"
"Actually, give me the best equipment you've got," I replied with a wry smile. "Something capable of slaying the Evil Dragon Fafnir in a single blow..."
"This is the Dragon-slaying Greatsword Nibelungen," Gram said, handing me a massive weapon. "With this, you can cleave even Fafnir in two!"
"Ah... right. Thank you..."
Gram handed over the heavy blade.
This thing is heavy as hell!!
But since I was the one who had asked for the ultimate weapon, I could hardly tell him I didn't want it now...
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