It Seems the Demon King Has Returned to a World Where Gender Roles Are Reversed - Chapter 25

Chapter 25:

It was as if a storm had swept through the area, leaving it in ruins.

Countless giant trees lay toppled, and the ground looked as though it had been torn up by a shovel.

Scattered weeds fluttered about.

And then, *thud*, clumps of dirt rained down.

Amidst it all, a figure groaned in pain.

And staring down at that figure was a pair of coldly glinting eyes.

“Cough! Cough!”

The fallen figure looked up at their opponent in disbelief.

A voice, like a groan, escaped through lips twisted in pain.

“H… How?”

An incomprehensible reality.

They couldn’t fathom what had just happened.

The punch they had thrown at their opponent was delivered with every ounce of strength they could muster.

But the moment it connected, it felt as though their arm had struck an unyielding wall, rebounding violently.

That wasn’t all.

As the punch was deflected, a shockwave hit their entire body before they could even regain their balance.

It felt like being hammered by a massive mallet.

As a result, they collapsed, spitting blood.

Toward the fallen Karen, Ragna approached with heavy, deliberate footsteps.

With a mocking smile, he spoke.

“Hmm, did I seem that easy to you? …Did you really think I was just idly chatting and joking around?”

Ragna sneered as he spoke.

At that moment, something clicked in Karen’s mind.

She recalled what had just happened.

“…No way?”

“Oh, looks like you’ve figured it out.”

What came to her mind were the spells that had initially immobilized her.

And then, the memory of Ragna’s humming as he stripped off her pants.

There was something eerily similar about the two.

“…You monster. Did you anticipate this and prepare a spell in advance? Even so… what kind of magic… I’ve never heard of such a thing…”

Karen muttered in a weakened voice.

At her question, Ragna let out a chuckle.

Of course she wouldn’t know.

The spell he had just used to counter her attack, the “Echo Barrier,” was a spell woven with ancient, long-lost language.

It was a magic derived from a faith-based system from another world, uncovered through analyzing a “Radiant Irregular Polyhedron” object that had been gathering dust in the corner of the Mage Tower’s archives.

It was only natural that she was unaware of the magic he had employed.

Thanks to that magical language, he had become the target of envy among his peers at the Mage Tower, ultimately leading to his betrayal.

Yet, it was also thanks to that language that he had survived in the demon realm, filled with dark mana.

And now, it had saved his life twice.

The dagger Karen had thrown earlier was also blocked by this very spell.

“Well, I don’t see any reason to explain.”

With a light smirk, Ragna approached the immobilized Karen.

Seeing him draw closer, Karen groaned and struggled to break free.

But her body was too battered to move. And that was the effect of Ragna’s Echo Barrier.

“Ugh!”

Karen let out a pained groan.

Unfazed, Ragna began chanting another spell with a leisurely demeanor.

It was the same binding spell and weakening spell he had used before.

As the mist and black, rope-like energy enveloped her, Karen was powerless to resist.

A knight’s body is said to be like steel.

It’s nearly impossible to harm a trained knight’s body with ordinary means, and their strength can shatter massive boulders in an instant.

As a knight, Karen was no exception, and there was no way Ragna could face her head-on with physical strength alone.

But in that moment, Ragna recalled an old tale.

A spear that could pierce anything.

And a shield that could block anything.

Legendary artifacts of unparalleled power.

But what would happen if the spear and the shield clashed?

That ancient tale was now realized through her body.

The Echo Barrier’s effect was to reflect, just once, the force of an attack back onto the attacker.

In simpler terms, it was a spell that redirected the force of an attack.

Hence the name, Echo Barrier.

The catch was that it only worked on physical force.

It couldn’t reflect magic-infused attacks or strikes from enchanted weapons.

Furthermore, since it redirected the force back to the attacker, if the opponent used a weapon, the impact would be redirected to the weapon itself.

In other words, as with the dagger she threw earlier, it could block the attack but not return the force.

But Ragna had prepared for this.

He had deliberately disarmed her, tossing her weapons far away, and meticulously searched her body for hidden ones under the pretense of molestation.

As expected, she had attacked him barehanded.

And to top it off, she had thrown a punch with all her might, aiming to end it in one blow.

As a result, she was caught in the force of her own attack.

It was as if the ultimate spear had been used to strike the ultimate shield.

And the outcome was just as the tale described: the spear shattered, and the shield broke.

“Gah!”

Though, perhaps because the “shield” was slightly sturdier, she escaped without torn muscles or severe internal injuries, only incapacitated.

With that thought, Ragna turned Karen’s body over, forcing her to face the sky, and asked,

“Now, shall we continue our little chat?”

“…What chat?”

“What else? The rest of the story you started earlier. Why are you so obsessed with the White Knights?”

“Ugh… Still spouting nonsense…”

“It’s not nonsense. I’m dead serious.”

“…”

(Is he really serious?)

Karen stared at Ragna, wondering. But even if he was, she had no reason to answer.

Her earlier response to his question was merely a ploy to buy time against the weakening and binding spells.

“…Clamming up again? Fine, then.”

“…”

“If that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll take it to the end. Don’t blame me this is your doing.”

“…”

Karen clenched her teeth, refusing to respond.

She could imagine what was coming.

Her body would likely be defiled by this boy.

But even so, it didn’t matter. What mattered now was buying time.

If she kept enduring, the situation might shift in her favor.

She had to hold back from revealing all her cards.

For now, she needed to keep her mouth shut.

With that resolve, being defiled didn’t seem like such a big deal.

Steeling herself, Karen clamped her lips shut and turned her head away.

It was a declaration that she wouldn’t react, no matter what happened.

Ragna looked at her with cold eyes.

Her intentions were obvious.

She was likely trying to stall, hoping someone would notice something was amiss and come after her.

And she wasn’t entirely wrong.

Part of him wanted to finish her off right then and there, but that wasn’t an option.

The woman before him was essential to his escape from the lumberyard.

And as a knight of the White Knights a title that was no mere boast her disappearance would cause a massive uproar.

That would inevitably draw attention to Ragna, potentially exposing that he was the Demon King.

In other words, in this situation, Ragna couldn’t kill Karen.

“…Arrogant wench.”

Spitting out a scornful remark, Ragna looked down at Karen, who had tightly shut her eyes.

Her demeanor screamed, (Go ahead and try. All you can do is violate me, right?)

“…Fine. If that’s how you want it, I’ll go all the way.”

With a sly smile, Ragna scanned the surroundings for something useful.

His eyes landed on the perfect object.

It was the longsword Karen had dropped.

With a *swish*, Ragna picked up the fallen sword and brushed off the dirt from its hilt with a *tap tap*.

He examined its form.

The guard attached to the blade, the hilt, and the pommel at the end were all crafted from uniform metal, forming graceful curves.

The pommel, in particular, was adorned with a large, round gem, its design smooth and circular.

“Not bad.”

Muttering to himself, Ragna approached Karen, sword in hand.

The sound of his footsteps echoed around her.

Then, as he flipped her body over, Karen let out a stifled “Ugh.”

“…Don’t hold it against me. You brought this on yourself.”

“…”

Karen didn’t respond.

She merely trembled slightly, bracing herself for what was to come.

Then, a *rip* sounded as the last piece of fabric covering her lower body her underwear was torn away.

With that, her most private parts were exposed to the open air.

“…”

Feeling the chill near her buttocks, Karen buried her reddened face in the grass, clenching her teeth.

No matter how much she steeled herself, having her private parts exposed to another was humiliating.

Especially for someone with her immense pride.

Even if it was to buy time for her homeland, it was an unbearable disgrace.

But what happened next surpassed her imagination.

A foreign object pierced into her with a *thud*, followed by a scream erupting from her lips.

“?!”

Karen’s body trembled.

She tried desperately to endure it.

But the sensation of the foreign object penetrating her body felt increasingly alien, burrowing deeper.

And when it was fully inside, Karen realized something was wrong.

The sensation wasn’t coming from her private parts.

It was coming from lower… between her buttocks.

Her foggy mind snapped awake, and she turned her head.

What she saw left her in disbelief, and she let out a scream.

Watching her reaction, Ragna smirked.

He pushed the hilt of the sword in his hand further into the space between her buttocks.

The hilt was lodged in none other than—

Her anus.

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