Chapter 93 - Chapter 90: Episode 88 - Forbidden Contract
News of the Demon King's resurrection had spread, and most of the nobles had already crowded into the Audience Chamber, long before the appointed time.
The First Elder watched them, already mentally tallying the rank and territory she expected to receive as her reward.
She figured that bringing the Demon King back after thirty years would earn her status on par with a founding contributor.
She had no idea that the Demon King was actually planning to take her head, not reward her.
While the Demon King acknowledged the First Elder's role in her resurrection, her stance remained unchanged: the price for laying filthy eyes on her consort was death.
She would grant a reward, certainly.
But it would go to the First Elder's family, not to the woman herself.
The resurrection had been a matter of familial duty, not individual merit.
The Demon King walked toward the throne, the gazes of countless nobles fixed upon her.
She sat down and looked down at them.
A murmur rippled through the crowd at the sight of the Demon King inhabiting a human body, but as soon as she began to speak, the hall fell deathly silent.
She declared her identity and outlined exactly how she intended to dispose of the nobles who had rebelled.
She didn't mince words, ensuring the traitors among them heard every syllable.
Seon-ah finally realized what had taken over his mother's body.
It was the Demon King, the entity holding absolute power in the Demon World.
The Demon King proved her resurrection to the gathered nobles, then summoned the First Elder to the center of the room.
With a single, fluid stroke of her sword, she severed the elder's head.
"Cut off the First Elder's head and hang it on the castle gate. That is the price for daring to look at my consort with such filthy eyes."
The First Elder had indeed been looking at Seon-ah as if she were licking his body.
She had been leering at him constantly, from the moment he was taken hostage before the ritual until this very second.
Before he'd been dragged to the dungeon for Min-ah's revenge, Seon-ah had been terrified of what the First Elder might do to him.
There was only one reason the Demon King had beheaded the very person who had resurrected her.
She simply would not tolerate a single soul eyeing her consort.
That was all.
She had intended to give a reward, but it would go to the family, not the traitor. For now, it was vital to ensure no other demon dared touch Seon-ah.
At the Demon King's chilling words, the nobles quickly averted their eyes.
They were terrified that if they happened to make eye contact with the Demon King's mate while looking at her, their heads would be the next to fly.
Seemingly pleased, the Demon King wore a satisfied smile and pulled Seon-ah close with one hand.
Seon-ah felt a wave of disappointment as he looked at the Demon King wearing his mother's face.
He was terrified by how calm she was after committing such a brutal act in his mother's body.
Even her smile wasn't the warm expression his mother, Min-ah, usually gave him; it was a sticky, predatory gaze—the look of a woman eyeing a man.
Seon-ah finally understood: the Demon King had completely swallowed his mother's existence.
The Demon King looked at the trembling boy.
"What will you do about the contract? Now that the urgent matters are settled, I think this is the perfect time."
Even so, Seon-ah couldn't give up on his mother.
He hoped that through the contract, he might be able to pull the Demon King out of her body.
"I'll do it... The contract... definitely..."
When he agreed, solely to save his mother, the Demon King laughed happily.
Her loud, arrogant laughter was the complete opposite of how his mother had ever behaved.
"Then, first, I should clear this room. You all worked hard to come this far. Everyone, withdraw."
The nobles scrambled out of the Royal Castle as if their lives depended on it.
They had passed dozens of royal corpses on their way in.
They had managed to maintain some semblance of decorum until they reached the Audience Chamber, but seeing the First Elder die before their eyes had made the Demon King's true nature clear.
Though they were terrified, they realized the Demon King was a force to be reckoned with.
She had sent a clear warning, likely anticipating that there might be rebel sympathizers among them.
Now, they had to choose: build a foundation under the Demon King's reign of terror, or join the rebels and face that terror head-on.
Of course, no demon was stupid enough to choose the latter.
Once the nobles were gone, the Demon King summoned the attendants and servants of the inner castle.
They had fled earlier, but they returned once they heard the Demon King had taken charge.
Ordered to clean up the "trash" in the Royal Castle, the servants stepped forward.
The First Elder's remains were the first to be cleared away.
Seon-ah was terrified; even if they were monsters, the Demon King had killed her own subordinate without a second thought and ordered her servants to toss the body aside like garbage.
He felt a cold dread, wondering if he, too, would be discarded the moment he was no longer useful.
"You don't have to tremble so much. The things you're imagining won't happen."
As if she had read his thoughts, the Demon King spoke up.
She quite liked the Sensory Enhancement ability Min-ah's body possessed.
It didn't just sharpen the five senses; it granted a sixth sense that allowed her to read volumes of information from a person's expressions and actions.
Using it, she had easily figured out what Seon-ah was afraid of.
It helped that she also had access to Min-ah's memories of her weak-hearted son.
"Now, let's go to the bedroom. You'll need to use quite a bit of strength to fulfill the contract."
With that, she picked Seon-ah up and headed for the royal chambers.
Though she didn't say it explicitly, her consideration for him only deepened his confusion.
The contrast was jarring: she could be gentle with him one moment and kill her own subordinates like discarded tools the next.
It was all the more confusing because she was doing it while wearing his mother's face.
Wondering which side was her true self, he let her carry him, his heart heavy with fear.
Once they reached the bedroom, the Demon King began to undress.
Seon-ah followed suit, his hands shaking as he removed his own clothes.
A deep, crushing guilt rose within him—this was an act that should never happen.
He felt a pang of sorrow for his father, back on Earth.
He prayed that this would be the only time this happened.
To him, defiling his mother's body was the most horrific thing imaginable.
When they were both naked, the Demon King looked at him.
On Seon-ah's abdomen, the Yin Mark—which she had seen in Min-ah's memories—was clearly visible.
Seon-ah showed no sign of arousal; he was completely limp.
She clearly needed to change that.
She forced her tongue into his mouth, tasting him, forcing him to exchange saliva.
When Seon-ah tried to pull away, gasping for air, she stopped the kiss.
She looked down at him again, but there was still no change.
Thinking she had made a mistake, she took him into her mouth, rolling her tongue over him to stimulate him.
She tried everything—digging into the urethral opening with her tongue, tightening her grip—but he remained soft.
It was as if the memories of him being violated were a complete lie.
He was just covered in her saliva, his size unchanged.
She couldn't figure out what the problem was.
Finally, she asked him.
"Why isn't it getting bigger? I know you're not impotent."
"I'm sorry... because you're wearing my mother's appearance... that... it's just..."
Seon-ah felt absolutely no arousal looking at the Demon King in his mother's form.
The thought of arousal simply didn't exist when he looked at his own family.
The Demon King held her head in frustration.
"Ha... I have to keep the contract, so what am I supposed to do..."
Then, something flashed through her mind.
She recalled exactly what made Seon-ah respond.
She remembered the moments in Min-ah's memories when he had become stiff.
The answer was in the video Yu-rin had recorded, and in the brutal sessions with the soldiers.
To test her theory, the Demon King pinned Seon-ah to the bed and spoke with a cold, cruel expression.
"You fucking slut. You're just a bastard in heat, dying to be fucked by your own mother."
Hearing those words—things his mother would never, ever say—made him realize that the Demon King and his mother were truly different people.
Furthermore, the shock of the profanity triggered a reaction; he began to harden on his own.
The same insults he had heard while being subjected to humiliation.
Just hearing them now made him grow.
It wasn't the full reaction she had expected, but it would be enough for intercourse.
The Demon King realized her theory was correct.
For Seon-ah not to see her as his mother, she had to do things Min-ah would never do.
She had to act with a completely different tone and expression.
Seon-ah was flustered by the words coming from his mother's face, but he understood why she was doing it.
He felt deeply embarrassed.
With a complicated mix of shame over how his body had been conditioned through humiliation, he watched the Demon King climb on top of him.