It Seems the Demon King Has Returned to a World Where Gender Roles Are Reversed - Chapter 58

 Chapter 58 : 

“…Huu"

At the entrance of the corridor in the public sparring arena, in one of the storage rooms used to store various tools, Ragna tried to calm their heated mind, regulating their breathing.

While doing so, Ragna slowly recalled and reflected on the recent events.

And let out a low sigh.

…It was a mistake.

A draw was a meaningless result.

But once the judgment was made, it was impossible to overturn it. Moreover, rushing in recklessly, forgetting what needed to be done because of the blood rushing to their head, was undeniably Ragna’s own mistake.

No, was it a mistake, or was it something unavoidable…?

“…”

Letting out another sigh, Ragna recalled the phenomenon that had just occurred in their body.

The thought of wanting to kill Hazel no matter what it took.

And the black mana rising within their body.

Though Ragna likely couldn’t see it themselves, their eyes might have glowed red.

Upon reaching that thought, Ragna let out a soft exclamation.

There was something that came to mind about what this meant.

And perhaps this was a problem even more troublesome than Hazel’s issue.

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Black mana is the power of “transformation.” It is an impulsive and destructive force.

Unlike the mana on the surface, which is proof of “order,” black mana easily transforms the body of the one who possesses it.

The most prominent example is physical enhancement.

This is the phenomenon occurring among the women in this world.

However, the “transformation” caused by black mana doesn’t end there.

Physical enhancement is merely enhancement, not true “transformation.”

The continuously accumulating black mana distorts the body. Nails sharpen, teeth become pointed.

Bones grow thicker, muscles begin to split finely. Hair roots harden, some transform into tentacles, and others into horns.

This is the transformation into what is commonly called a demon.

This applied to humans as well. Ragna had experienced this kind of transformation before. As a result, they obtained a body commonly referred to as a Demon King.

Demons commonly called this phenomenon the “mutation phenomenon.” And they said that certain physical changes occur before the mutation phenomenon takes place.

For example, suddenly becoming violent, or black haze-like energy starting to shimmer around the body, or even eyes glowing at night.

Just like the phenomenon happening to Ragna right now.

Demons called this phenomenon “berserk.” It causes a half-crazed state, making one irritable and prone to violent tendencies.

And the phenomenon happening to Ragna now was exactly this berserk phenomenon.

In other words, soon enough, Ragna’s body would begin to undergo the same kind of mutation as before.

“…Damn it! Why does this have to happen now of all times!?”

Ragna gritted their teeth and shouted at the unfairness of it all.

The berserk phenomenon wasn’t necessarily bad news.

Once the mutation process was complete, one could gain tremendous power.

Because of this, some species and bloodlines considered the berserk phenomenon a blessing from the gods they served, even celebrating it.

But the problem was that the precursor to the mutation process was happening now.

Ragna had just enrolled in the academy to pursue clues about the demons.

“…”

For a moment, Ragna imagined themselves suddenly undergoing the berserk phenomenon among humans, their body transforming, and felt a surge of anxiety.

They had come so far.

They had used every possible means to track down clues about the demons to get to this point.

It was only two days ago that they had taken their first step in this investigation.

If their body were to undergo mutation in this situation, wouldn’t it all be for nothing?

How could they deceive others while possessing the body of a demon?

“…”

Biting their lips, Ragna frantically searched for a way to prevent the mutation.

But there was no way.

Once the berserk phenomenon occurred, mutation would follow.

This was common knowledge among demons.

At best, one could suppress the use of mana and try to calm their mind to restrain the berserk phenomenon, but no one knew when or how the mutation would occur.

In extreme cases, it could happen right now, or it could be suppressed for years before manifesting. Ultimately, there was no way to stop the mutation phenomenon, so finding a way to deal with it was the more realistic approach.

Ragna rummaged through their mind, thinking of countless spells to find a solution.

Polymorph spell?

No, that was too risky. Not only was there a high chance of the spell failing, but Ragna didn’t have enough mana to sustain a polymorph spell in the first place.

Illusion spell?

That wouldn’t work either. While illusion spells consumed less mana, they couldn’t hide the essence. If someone touched them, the disguise would likely be discovered.

What about Wraith Change?

…As a semi-permanent spell, if it failed, they could end up as a cow or a chicken. Even with the aid of a magic circle, it was impossible to use without an assisting mage.

In the end, all the methods that came to mind were too risky. Ragna clicked their tongue and frowned unconsciously.

It was then.

“Um… Ragna?”

“…!”

Startled by the voice coming from right beside them, Ragna stepped back in surprise.

And there, looking at Ragna with a worried expression, was Seria.

“Seria? Why are you here…?”

“Well… I was worried, so I followed you.”

“…”

Seria answered cautiously.

Seeing her like that, Ragna frowned.

It was happening again, that phenomenon. But why? Meanwhile, Ragna’s breathing began to quicken.

“…Ugh.”

“…! Ragna, are you okay? Are you hurt somewhere?”

“…”

Seeing Ragna groan, Seria approached in a panic.

At the sight of Seria, Ragna let out another groan.

It was dangerous.

The girl in front of them was dangerous.

The scent tickling their nose, her complexion, her red hair, and the eyes looking at them.

It all felt dangerously intoxicating.

“Huff… huff…”

Perhaps sensing something from Ragna’s panting, Seria panicked and tried to leave.

“W-Wait, Ragna. I’ll go get someone right now!”

“…!”

With those words, Seria turned to leave the storage room.

Ragna hurriedly stood up to grab her.

And forcibly held onto Seria.

“Eek!”

Seria let out a small scream in surprise.

In that moment, there was no trace of the demeanor she had shown while sparring with Karen or facing Hazel.

“U-Um, Ragna?”

“…”

Ragna didn’t answer. Instead, they pulled Seria’s arm, drawing her into their embrace.

“…!”

Startled by Ragna’s sudden action, Seria tried to resist. But strangely, her body wouldn’t obey.

This was also the effect of the Slave’s Mark, a spell Ragna had previously placed on her.

In the end, Seria let out a small groan and was pulled into Ragna’s arms as if sucked in.

“Ugh!”

Meanwhile, Ragna was desperately trying to calm their heated mind, but it was impossible.

No matter how hard they tried to stay calm, the scent of the flesh in their arms made their head spin.

Finally, Ragna’s reason began to crumble.

Yes, it was all because of this smell.

It was because of the scent of flesh emanating from this girl.

Ragna’s mouth opened wide. And within that open mouth, sharp teeth gleamed.

In that state, Ragna bit into Seria’s neck.

“Hah!”

Feeling the teeth sink into her skin, Seria flailed in panic. Meanwhile, Ragna forcibly held her body, putting more strength into the teeth embedded in her. Then, changes began to occur in Seria’s body.

“Ugh! Ah… ahh!”

Was she starting to feel something? Seria’s body twitched, and her eyes, previously filled with panic, began to glaze over.

Meanwhile, drops of blood beaded and trickled down from where Ragna’s teeth had pierced her skin.

The scent of blood wafted up.

Ragna sucked at it greedily, as if it were a delicacy.

At the persistent sensation on her sensitive neck, Seria gasped and let out a moan.

“----!”

Perhaps because the blood trickling down her neck quenched some of their thirst, Ragna’s mind began to clear slightly.

But it wasn’t enough.

It was still far too insufficient. They wanted to taste this girl more, more. With that thought, Ragna began to strip Seria’s trembling body. And they threw off their own clothes as well.

In the filthy storage room.

There was nothing on the floor.

No, Ragna wasn’t even paying attention to such things.

The only reason they hadn’t torn their clothes was the sliver of rationality still remaining.

Even so, the last pair of pants they removed had a broken belt, and Seria’s clothes weren’t fully removed either—her boots were still on, her lower garments forcibly pulled down, and her top only partially undone, leaving her in an awkward state.

In that situation, Ragna embraced Seria, who was leaning against the wall. And they forcibly pressed their lower body against hers.

“Ugh!”

The sound of flesh colliding echoed with a squelching noise.

Feeling satisfaction from the sensation at their lower body, Ragna began to violate Seria.

“Ahh! Ah, wait, Ragna! Stop, stop!”

Had she noticed something was different?

Seria, regaining her senses from the sensation flooding her lower body, desperately tried to pull away from Ragna.

But Ragna had her completely pinned against the wall, refusing to let her go.

“Huff, huff!”

“Ahh! Ah, ugh, ah!”

There was no foreplay in this experience.

The sensation that felt like it was burning their lower body was pain before pleasure.

Seria furrowed her brow, forcibly matching the movements.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Meanwhile, Ragna’s movements were entirely selfish.

They prioritized only their own desires, without any regard for their partner’s condition.

“Ahh, ah!”

Even as Seria’s lower body began to moisten, it was merely a physiological response.

Yet the pain from the connected parts didn’t lessen.

Finally, Seria closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She raised both hands to grab Ragna.

This wasn’t an act of affection like usual.

It was a desperate attempt to reduce the pain, to somehow stop the movements. And then,

“Grr!”

Since it was an act driven solely by their own greed, it didn’t last long. Shuddering with the overwhelming sensation of release, Ragna thrust toward Seria’s deepest parts as if reaching a climax.

Feeling the fiery presence piercing deep within her, Seria gritted her teeth and endured the forceful release.

“Ugh… ugh…”

Despite her efforts, a groan escaped her.

A tear rolled down from the corner of Seria’s tightly shut eyes.

Meanwhile, Ragna shook their hips as if confirming, squeezing out every last drop. And then,

“…Grr!”

With satisfaction came an overwhelming sense of fulfillment.

Ragna trembled with ecstasy at the wave of pleasant power surging from the connection with the girl in front of them.

This was it. This was what they had wanted.

Suppressing the torrent of power like a storm and making it their own. Their entire body overflowed with a satisfying feeling.

“…Hhuh… huuh…”

“Haa… haa…”

Seria, shedding tears, let out a sigh.

Ragna, still connected, held onto Seria.

And as they savored the fulfilling sensation, a smile crept onto Ragna’s lips.

At that moment, Seria was gripped by a chilling sensation.

“Ugh!”

She felt something swelling at the connection in her lower body, filling her. Could it be? Seria looked at Ragna in panic.

And Ragna, still smiling, had their eyes glinting with red light.

…It seemed her pain wasn’t over yet.