The NTR Hero Knelt Before the Demon King – Chapter 111

In front of her were her subordinates.

The moment she saw them being controlled by the shadows, Antonius… no, Cleopatra was overwhelmed by a deep fear she had never felt before.

“What… what is this… what on earth are you trying to do?”

She questioned in a stiff and rigid voice.

In response, the demon race girl snapped her fingers lightly without a word.

Then…

“Graaaah!!!”

“!!! Wa… wait, what… what is this!”

In the next moment, her subordinates lunged at Cleopatra.

They immediately began moving their hands roughly, groping Cleopatra’s body.

Her previously firm and muscular figure had now transformed, with large, flabby breasts, and as their rough hands touched her, Cleopatra felt a horrifying agony. It was at that moment she realized what kind of humiliation awaited her.

“Guh! You… you filthy bastard! How… how could you… ugh! Ah!”

Not satisfied with merely transforming her body into that of a woman, the demon race girl began using her former subordinates to humiliate her.

Cleopatra tried to hurl insults at the one responsible for such vile and cruel acts, but even that had become difficult for her.

“No… not there… ugh! This… this is wrong… it feels disgusting! Stop! I hate this!”

Up until now, Cleopatra had endured harsh torture without so much as flinching.

But the torment currently inflicted upon her surpassed anything she had endured before.

In terms of physical pain, it wasn’t as severe as what she had previously experienced.

However, the sensation of anguish it delivered…

This method of torture, designed to maximize psychological torment rather than physical pain, struck Cleopatra with devastating intensity.

In the past, even while being tortured, she always harbored a sense of duty, believing it was all for “him.”

The greater her physical suffering, the deeper her devotion to him would grow, and she believed the reward he would grant her in return would be great.

However, the torture she was enduring now…

It didn’t merely inflict physical pain but seemed to tear apart something fundamental within her.

This act, which shattered her foundational faith to its core, filled her with tremendous humiliation and anguish.

And so, seeing the once stoic man now writhing in agony as a woman, the demon race girl…

Eliza spoke to her in a cold voice.

“Well then, enjoy yourself to the fullest, dear elf lady.”

“No… no…!”

At her words, her subordinates tore off her top.

With her bare chest now exposed, an unbearable wave of shame engulfed Cleopatra, drowning her in profound fear.

“No… I don’t want this…”

Watching as her subordinates reached out their hands toward her chest, Cleopatra let out a piercing scream.

“I don’t want ittttttttt!!!!!”

—

About 30 minutes had passed since Eliza entered the prison.

During that time, as I waited at the entrance of the prison block, all sorts of distressing sounds reached my ears.

– “No… no more… I can’t… I can’t take it anymore…” –

– “Heh… to think the man who once cut down my chest could be so weak?” –

– “Stop… stop it… I’m losing myself… I’m no longer me…!” –

– “Now then, let’s bring in the tentacle I’ve specially raised. Let’s see how much longer you can endure.” –

– “Stop… stop itttt… mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmmph!” –

– “Heh, to think you’d get this wet… You say no, but your body tells the truth.” –

Hearing these degrading lines, reminiscent of those often heard in humiliating media, I…

To be honest, I did feel a bit aroused, but I tried my best not to show it.

I focused on thinking about something else.

Turning my thoughts to a serious reflection on demons.

“Demons, huh…”

I had always felt this, but after this event, I became even more convinced.

I realized once again that Eliza… no, the demon race as a whole, was truly terrifying.

“They’re kind to those they recognize as kin but utterly ruthless to their enemies, huh? Well, considering what they’ve endured until now, I suppose this is only natural.”

The demon race, by their very nature, had long been subjected to discrimination and ostracism by other races, and the incident known as the Race War only served as the final blow.

Because of this, their bond of kinship was stronger than that of any other race, but inversely, their hatred and thirst for revenge against their enemies were also unparalleled.

It wasn’t surprising, then, that they could carry out such ruthless torture with a smile.

“Or maybe… this is just how Eliza’s personality is.”

Having worked together as fellow Demon King’s guards numerous times, I felt I had come to understand her to some extent.

She was someone who enjoyed torture yet had a surprisingly shy and endearing side—a woman with a cute and unexpected charm.

Honestly, if she weren’t serving the Demon King, she might have been someone I could develop deep affection for. Lately, I had even started approaching her with a degree of familiarity.

“Though… she does seem especially shy whenever I talk to her.”

With such trivial thoughts in mind, I quietly gazed at the sky beyond the bars in front of me.

Yet, despite my efforts to distract myself, the mixed moans and screams of that woman continued to reach my ears.

Eventually, feeling my body heat up to its limits in multiple ways, I couldn’t help but rise from my seat.

“This is too much! No matter how hard I try to redirect my thoughts, there’s a limit. How does anyone expect me to endure this? It’s like blasting porn at full volume right next to me!”

Honestly, I felt I’d held out for quite a while, so I left without another word.

At that moment, for some reason, the image of the Demon King flashed through my mind as a bonus.

“If only I had made my move sooner…”

—

About two days had passed since Antonius, a man, had turned into Cleopatra, a woman.

Though short, those two days felt long, as they had brought significant changes to her.

“Hah… Haaah… Hhht… Hah…”

Just two days ago, she had been a proud and formidable warrior of the Elf Theocracy.

Now, however, the woman convulsing on the floor, her body covered in sticky fluids and her once-bright eyes lifeless, bore no trace of that dignity.

As Eliza gazed upon the shattered woman, devoid of grace or strength, like a ruined dog, she spoke in a sultry, mocking tone.

“So, do you feel like talking now?”

“Ah… ah…”

“Come on, spill it. Why did you orchestrate this? Who’s behind you? Everything.”

Cleopatra, trembling, turned her gaze to Eliza, her lips twitching as if to speak. But in the next moment, her eyes flickered faintly, and with a quivering voice, she murmured,

“Kill… me…”

“Hmph. After all that, you’re still not completely broken, huh?”

“…”

Cleopatra offered no response, merely staring at Eliza with her flushed face, her body still burning with unresolved heat.

Even so, clinging to a final shred of will—or perhaps driven by something else entirely—she once again refused.

However…

“Well, if that’s how it is, I suppose I’ll just have to give up on you.”

“!”

“You’re too stubborn. Maybe I’ll try my luck with someone else. I thought you, as the leader, would have some useful information.”

“!! W-wait… Are you saying… you won’t… torment me anymore?”

“Didn’t you ask to die? I’ll grant your wish. Painfully.”

“!”

The chilling sincerity in Eliza’s voice, so unlike her demeanor thus far, sent a wave of unease through Cleopatra. Twisting her lips into a strained smile, she responded,

“Haha… How generous. But… are you sure about this? All your efforts will go to waste if you give up now…”

Trying to provoke Eliza with every ounce of strength she had left, Cleopatra spoke. Yet Eliza simply shook her head and replied,

“Regrettable, but it can’t be helped. All I can do now is take out my frustration by skinning you alive, layer by layer, until you’re dead.”

With that, Eliza turned to leave the prison.

“Goodbye, Cleopatra.”

“!”

Watching her retreating figure, a flood of thoughts about what would follow overwhelmed Cleopatra’s mind.

“I’m… going to die? Really… die? So… I won’t… experience this anymore? It’ll just end in pain? N-no… that’s…”

In any other situation, Cleopatra would have gladly embraced death, no matter how gruesome the torment leading up to it.

Yet now, faced with the imminence of death, a primal fear overtook her.

No, to be precise, it wasn’t fear of death but a deep-seated attachment to life.

“I… don’t want to die… Not like this…”

Something had taken root in her over the past two days, a feeling that consumed her unwavering loyalty and passion for her cause, growing into a massive tree within her.

It was a sensation so instinctive that it became impossible to resist.

And so…

Just as she was on the verge of the death she once longed for, Cleopatra made another choice.

“Hmm?”

“P-please… Make me feel good again…”

The next moment, Cleopatra clutched at Eliza’s leg as she was about to leave.

Looking up at her captor, she pleaded with a desperate voice, parting her legs to reveal her vulnerability.

“I don’t… want to die… I’ll… I’ll tell you everything… Just please, use your tentacles to defile me more! Ravage me to your heart’s content!”

—

And thus, Cleopatra, having forsaken the last vestiges of her dignity, succumbed to pleasure. Eliza’s cold smile spread as she watched the pitiful display before her.