It Seems the Demon King Has Returned to a World Where Gender Roles Are Reversed - Chapter 37

 Chapter 37 :

The notion that women hold physical superiority implies that this dominance extends to sexual interactions as well.  

If sexual activity were likened to a contest, men would need the ability to maintain an erection and the stamina to perform adequately, while women would require the endurance to sustain the interaction.  

However, this dynamic only holds true when men have physical superiority.  

For women who could crush an ordinary man with a single blow or close vast distances in an instant with their trained bodies, the idea of a man maintaining his pride in such a context was nothing short of a fantasy.  

As a result, households in this world typically consisted of high-status women surrounded by numerous male lovers. Furthermore, since mundane acts of penetration could hardly satisfy these women, they preferred emotional fulfillment keeping beautiful, refined men by their side and finding satisfaction through affection and caresses.  

Thus, what was commonly considered “normal” sexual behavior male-led intimacy was gradually fading into obscurity in this era.  

From this perspective, the sight of Seria being led by Ragna might seem out of place, perhaps even contrary to the so-called “common sense” of this world.  

But there was no one around to criticize it, and Ragna himself paid no mind to such matters.  

As a result, the two of them resembled lovers from a bygone era, when the world still functioned “normally.”  

“Ugh… Ha…”  

An endless thread of saliva connected them as they craved each other. Amidst this, Ragna’s hands slowly began to peel off her coat, gradually removing the layers of clothing that enveloped her body.  

His movements were almost reverent, like those of a priest in a temple. As her clothes came off one by one under Ragna’s touch, Seria felt a sense of liberation, as if shedding shackles.  

But at that moment, something occurred to her.  

“No, stop!”  

“…?”  

Seria, pressing down on Ragna’s hands as they undressed her, cried out in panic. Ragna looked at her with a puzzled expression.  

“It’s just… my wounds haven’t fully healed yet… so, it’ll look… unsightly.”  

Was it her desire to show her beloved a beautiful version of herself that caused her voice to tremble so delicately?  

But Ragna roughly pushed her hands aside.  

To Seria, who let out a soft whimper in surprise, he said,  

“You’re worried about something like that?”  

“…?”  

“As I said before, I’m not the type to give up easily. I’m not going to say something idiotic like I’ve lost interest just because you have some scars.”  

“…”  

At Ragna’s words, Seria blushed and lowered her head. With that, the last bit of resistance in her hands melted away. Accepting this as consent, Ragna began to remove the rest of her clothing. Finally, he took off the mask she had been so desperate to keep on.  

The sight of Seria revealed was, frankly, heartbreaking.  

Her bare body was marred with blue bruises, dark scabs, and a swollen face.  

Knowing this, Seria frantically tried to cover the scars, but they were far too numerous to hide with just her hands. And Ragna…  

“…”  

He had to suppress the boiling anger rising within him as he looked at her.  

But he couldn’t help grinding his teeth.  

He resolved to give Karen a piece of his mind.  

Ragna had no intention of treating Seria lightly.  

She was his savior, someone who went out of her way to help him, and it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she was the only person he’d felt genuine affection for since his resurrection on this earth.  

Yet, the object of that affection was in such a pitiful state, battered and bruised.  

Even if healing magic could restore her body, there were things he simply couldn’t tolerate. In the end, Ragna decided to take matters into his own hands.  

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Ragna’s voice murmured softly.  

At the sound, Seria, who had been covering her face, looked at him with curious eyes. Meanwhile, a dark red energy began to gather and flow in Ragna’s hand.  

“…?”  

“Seria, open your mouth.”  

“…”  

Though bewildered by the energy coalescing at Ragna’s fingertips, Seria obediently opened her mouth as instructed.  

Carefully, Ragna inserted his fingers into her throat.  

“Mm!”  

A sudden wave of heat surged through Seria’s throat, and her body arched like a bow.  

“Hah, mm!”  

Even as this happened, Ragna’s fingers remained lodged between her lips, teasing her tongue and brushing against her teeth to ease her tension. And then…  

“…!”  

Seria felt a fiery sensation, as if a blaze had met kindling, spreading through her entire body. Her body jolted upward.  

“Hah… Ah!”  

The uncontrollable heat set her body ablaze, her skin taking on a faint red hue. At that moment, Ragna withdrew his fingers from her mouth. From her now-free lips, a mix of moans and desperate pleas spilled out.  

“Hah, Ragna… I, I…”  

As if begging him to quench her burning desire, Seria endlessly demanded something. Ragna, crushing her body in a tight embrace, kissed her deeply while his other hand explored near her perineum, checking her state.  

“Hah, ha!”  

Moans escaped between their locked lips.  

Meanwhile, Ragna’s fingers, probing her depths, confirmed she was already soaked, fully prepared to receive her lover.  

Likewise, Ragna, already ready, carefully guided himself to her lower body. With firm, deliberate pressure, he pushed inside.  

“Hah! Aah-!”  

Was it her body’s incomprehensible reaction or the pleasure radiating from below?  

Seria let out a scream-like moan, her body trembling uncontrollably. Enjoying her reactions, Ragna moved his hips even more vigorously.  

“Ragna, ha… Aah! Fill me, fill me up!”  

Perhaps influenced by her first experience, she boldly demanded that he fill her, her most precious part, with his essence.  

Or perhaps it was a plea to escape her painful reality, a desire for proof of their connection.  

Either way, Ragna had no intention of holding back. After about ten minutes, he felt the tight, pulsing sensation at the tip, pressing against the entrance of her womb. With a firm push…  

“Ahh- Haa!”  

The stimulation in a place no one else could reach, a place untouchable by ordinary means, made Seria arch her back and cry out.  

Her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers and toes curled, and her body trembled as waves of pleasure overwhelmed her. Satisfied with this, Ragna released himself with a surge.  

*Gush, gush!*  

“Ahh! Haa!”  

As her womb was filled, Seria trembled, a thin stream of saliva escaping her lips.  

Ragna kissed her trembling lips once more before quickly pulling away.  

“…Phew…”  

Thanks to his quick withdrawal, no transfer of magical energy occurred.  

In this situation, draining Seria’s magic would be pointless anyway.  

Though a small amount had flowed in during the lingering moment, it was negligible compared to past experiences.  

As he stabilized it within his body, Ragna observed the changes in Seria’s body.  

Her body was flushed, as if steeped in hot water. But that wasn’t the only change.  

Amid the haze of climax, her limp body was subtly transforming.  

A faint crackling sound came from the bruises and scars covering her body. The wounds began to heal rapidly, the bruises faded, and the swelling subsided.  

Her occasional twitches suggested that internal injuries, particularly the cracks near her ribs, were also healing.  

Seeing her recover as expected, Ragna let out a relieved smile.  

It had worked as he’d hoped.  

The magic he’d used was commonly known as the demons’ healing magic.  

Unlike the healing magic used on the surface, this was a recovery magic from the demon realm.  

Its secret lay in black mana.  

As mentioned, black mana possessed properties distinct from surface mana—it was a force of transformation.  

This demons’ healing magic utilized that transformative power, amplifying the body’s natural recovery abilities to an extreme degree.  

Unlike surface healing magic, which restores the body to its “intended” state according to natural order, this was a different kind of magic.  

However, it required the presence of black mana in the target’s body. Since this magic burned the user’s own black mana to heal the body, it was unusable on surface beings. But…  

“It works on women…”  

Unlike men, women in this world possessed black mana.  

Ragna had hypothesized that this method might work.  

And by testing it directly on Seria’s body, he confirmed he was right.  

“…”  

The moans from Seria’s body began to subside. At the same time, her skin started to regain its natural color.  

Confirming this, Ragna slowly approached her.  

He carefully wiped down her sweat-soaked, dirt-covered body.  

He couldn’t just leave her like this.  

As a result, the sheets were quickly soiled, but Ragna didn’t care. Using a clean cloth dipped in the remaining water from a glass, he wiped her body again before dressing her.  

Once everything was done, Ragna gently stroked her hair and stepped back. She likely wouldn’t wake for a while not because he’d drained her mana, but because her body had consumed it for healing.  

And in the meantime, Ragna had something to take care of.  

To that end, he dressed himself again and stood up.  

He opened the door and stepped into the hallway.  

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Midnight.  

Ragna walked through the candlelit corridors of the Steiner mansion.  

Spotting some maids along the way, he approached with a smile and asked for the location he sought.  

The maids, with somewhat reluctant expressions, cautiously told him where to go.  

Thanking them, Ragna continued on his way.  

Ten minutes later, he stood before a large door on the upper floor of the mansion.  

Taking a deep breath, he knocked lightly.  

“Who is it?”  

A woman’s voice came from within. Recognizing the familiar voice, Ragna smirked and replied,  

“It’s me, big sister.”  

“…”  

A brief silence followed. Then a voice came from inside.  

“What’s this about?”  

“I have something to discuss. May I come in?”  

There was no response, but Ragna took it as permission and entered. Inside, Karen sat at her desk, handling official duties, looking at Ragna with a displeased expression.  

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