I woke up possessed inside a game.
A massive room I'd never seen before in my life. And there I was, lying on a luxurious bed. Moments later, I realized this was inside a game.
Demon King's Son Surviving in the Holy Empire. Or Demon King Slayer for short—a ridiculous title for an obscure flop of a game. Not famous at all.
But I was Ha-kko the YouTuber. A gaming YouTuber who specialized in reviewing trash games, so I knew this one inside out.
Hell, I'd sunk over a thousand hours into this trash heap alone.
"Young master. Pardon the intrusion."
Suddenly, a door five times the size of my old one-room's entrance swung open. A woman stepped inside.
A young woman with striking jet-black bobbed hair. Her cool expression was more beautiful than any woman I'd ever seen in real life.
And soon enough, I recognized her face.
"Good evening, Young Master Julian?"
That's right. The face I'd glimpsed in the mirror moments ago wasn't mine from before the possession. It was unmistakably Julian von Reinhardt, the protagonist of this game.
And the woman before me was definitely Eirin, Julian's exclusive maid.
Eirin's real-life appearance blew the game's illustrations out of the water.
No comparison to idol straight cams on YouTube. Her tiny face featured perfectly sculpted features, like lines from a masterpiece Western painting.
While I was lost in thought, Eirin pressed right up against me.
"Pardon me for a moment."
A sickeningly sweet scent teased my nose. I'd been a YouTuber holed up in my studio apartment all through college, so I rarely interacted with women.
Years without that exposure had wiped out any immunity I had. Her dizzying feminine scent made blood rush below without me even realizing.
Not that I'd admit it, but I was still a virgin.
"Is something wrong, young master?"
Eirin looked puzzled. I almost responded politely out of habit but caught myself. I was her young master now.
"No. Don't worry about it. I think I'm just not fully awake yet."
"I see. Or is it because of me...?"
Her blank expression shifted slightly. It was unmistakably fear. I knew why right away.
The protagonist Julian was a total scumbag. His exclusive maid would know his personality better than anyone.
The esteemed Reinhardt Border Count Family of the Holy Ramir Empire. Julian von Reinhardt was their sole heir. And the protagonist was the son of Agnes, the continent's most celebrated saintess.
So yeah, total spoiled brat. Absolute trash personality too.
Once he came of age and entered the academy, Julian got even worse. That explained Eirin's reaction just now.
He'd grown up sheltered, oblivious to the world's dangers, and treated his inferiors predictably. A tyrant, plain and simple.
"Then I'll attend to your morning routine now."
Eirin pressed even closer. Suddenly, she tugged my pants down.
"Morning routine?"
This hadn't happened in Demon King Slayer, so I blurted it out. Eirin flinched in surprise.
"I... I'm sorry. Come to think of it, I forgot the pre-routine warm-up."
Eirin bowed politely toward me. Then she turned one cheek toward me.
"I'm ready. Please, strike me as you like."
Strike her? It was absurd, but I could guess why. The scumbag Julian must've vented on his servants whenever he felt like it. Just to check, I asked,
"Strike you? Where exactly?"
"Lately, you've often slapped my cheeks before attending to me. You said it felt good on your hands."
Her puzzled look left me dumbfounded.
This protagonist asshole. Way crazier than I thought.
Demon King Slayer was rated adult, with plenty of lewd scenes. But Korean censorship mosaiced all the key bits, and the overall spice level wasn't that high.
But this game's real-life Julian must've blown past K-censorship norms. As a total scumbag, he'd probably gotten off on hitting pretty girls sadistically.
"You won't strike me?"
"We'll skip it today. And honestly, slapping cheeks is getting old. Yeah. Let's drop it for a while."
My tastes ran strictly normal. I had zero fetish for slapping a woman I'd just met. Eirin seemed thrown off for a second but regained her blank expression.
"Understood. Then, straight to the morning routine."
Come to think of it, she'd come for the morning routine. It wasn't detailed in Demon King Slayer, but...
Eirin, Julian's exclusive maid. Right then, "morning routine" gave off strong 19+ vibes.
Sure enough.
Eirin slid off my underwear. And out sprang my dick with a thwup.
What the hell? Why's it this huge?
After rubbing up against the mysteriously erotic Eirin, my cock was already raging hard. But this size was way beyond normal. 18cm? No, 20cm? Maybe even more.
A massive pillar that'd shock even Western porn sat between my legs.
And that monster slapped Eirin's cheek on the way out from the recoil. Thwack.
"Oh my."
Not intentional, but given the size, it might've stung a bit.
"I see, young master. Today, you're using your manhood for the warm-up instead of your palm. Impressive."
With that, Eirin wrapped her soft hand around my cock.
Long, slender fingers, incredibly smooth.
Clearly experienced, she stroked my shaft with a gentle rhythm.
Damn. Just her hand feels insane.
With a tool this oversized, hitting the precise pleasure spots with someone else's hand shouldn't be easy.
But Eirin targeted them flawlessly—soft yet firm pressure, zero error.
"Does it feel good, young master?"
Her gentle handiwork alone had me feeling pleasures I'd never known.
Just a handjob this good? Worlds apart from jerking myself off.
Then she formed rings with both hands and pumped up and down the shaft. A lewd sensation climbed my length. I felt more blood surging in.
The already huge rod swelled even bigger.
As the delicious thrill built satisfaction in my cock, Eirin's moist pink lips touched the precum beading at my tip.
A stunning beauty I'd never seen before kissing my dick. Her lascivious tongue teasing my slit.
The pleasure surging beyond my cock electrified my whole body—I shuddered hard.
And that was just the start.
Slurp, slurp.
Eirin took my glans into her mouth like a round lollipop. Short back-and-forths using just her lips.
Slick, wet bliss locked my hips tight.
Schlup, schlp.
Her fellatio ramped up stages. Her mouth expanded, swallowing past the glans onto the shaft.
Like getting vacuumed.
Sluuurp. Sluuurp.
Not long, but an unimaginable chain of ecstasy. The shaft was too lengthy for her mouth to take half, but she diligently bobbed.
Sensations gathered in my lower belly. Clear ejaculation pressure built.
"Wait... pull off your mouth..."
Those words spurred her like a signal. Her mouth-pussy ramped speed and intensity. And finally, the white-hot eruption.
I couldn't hold back—I flooded Eirin's mouth with thick ropes of cum.
Splurt, splurt, spluuurt—
The sudden orgasm's afterglow left me panting. But it didn't end quick.
Like a sage on the verge after a month dry—I blasted cum nonstop.
With Eirin still mouthing my cock.
Gulp. Gulp.
Shockingly, Eirin swallowed every drop without hesitation. The depraved conquest vibe tried stirring my dick again, but I pulled out quick.
She's so devoted it's almost guilty.
Felt like I'd hugely disrespected this beautiful woman. My conscience stung a bit.
She'll serve at my side from now on. Better build some favor early.
I grabbed the damp cloth from the tray she'd brought in. Gently wiped the white stains around her pink lips.
Out of guilt, I cleaned my traces from her face with utmost care and tenderness.
Eirin hurriedly swallowed the rest and spoke urgently. Her eyes went wide.
"Young master...? What's this? I'm sorry. I should've moved faster, but the volume was more than usual. Sorry for troubling your hands."
She snatched the cloth in panic and wiped my saliva-and-cum-soaked cock.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
Apologizing nonstop for who-knows-what. But I was the sorry one.
Blasting a load that huge down some girl's throat I just met.
Guilt deflated my junior. Though was it fully down? Even soft, the club still dwarfed average adult male size.
After cleaning my cock spotless, Eirin said,
"Um... the morning routine's done, but won't you punish me this time? You always said my skills were lacking and punished me..."
"No punishment. Your service was more than enough."
Enough? It was luxurious fellatio heaven.
But my words left Eirin with the most baffled expression. Confusion, shock, bewilderment—all mixed up.
Moments later, she regained composure and spoke businesslike.
"Glad to hear it. Also, breakfast with the family head is scheduled today. Let me know your preference, and I'll relay to the head butler."
Breakfast? Sunlight poured fiercely through the window—yeah, morning. After that intense draining, hunger hit hard.
"If it's inconvenient, shall I say you're unwell as usual and skip? I'll pass the word and prepare additional service."
"No. I'm fine. I'll attend breakfast."
Curious as hell what "additional service" meant, but I needed to learn this place's dynamics first. Food came priority.
Eirin stared at me again, utterly shocked. Just agreeing to eat, and this reaction?
"Understood. I'll inform the head butler."
Demon King Slayer never detailed breakfast. Just a "go/don't go" choice. But her reaction screamed it wasn't ordinary.
Then I need prep before eating.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙"Living as the Demon King's Heir" * Days of Pleasure with Eirin Gloria (A+) : You indulged in the saliva of a highly attractive woman. This satisfying release will boost your vitality. * Rewards Acquired +30 MP / +10 GP
A ding—
Right then, a square screen popped into my vision.
Just as expected.
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The Border Count Family's dining hall felt like a museum in a lavish medieval castle. Vast space adorned with ornate sculptures and paintings everywhere.
At its center loomed a massive table that could seat thirty with ease.
I'd arrived early and waited. Before the owner of this hall—no, this grand estate—Wilhelm von Reinhardt arrived, I hurried through necessary prep.
My so-called system window, status screen, floated in view. Eirin's morning visit had triggered its unlock.
From the moment I entered the game, I'd suspected a system existed. Seeing it confirmed ramped my thoughts into overdrive.
System's here, so no denying I'm in the game.
Time to get serious. Living as trash Julian would get me killed.
This trash game's title: Demon King's Son Surviving in the Holy Empire. Protagonist Julian was Border Count heir and saintess's son—but had one more hidden identity.
True to the title: son of the Demon King. Ludicrously, Julian's father was Lucifer, the Demon King who'd nearly wiped the continent twenty-plus years ago.
Though both his powerhouse parents died when he was little.
That's when Liberto, the head butler who'd escorted me to the dining hall, spoke up.
"Young master. A magic portrait of the Third Imperial Princess arrived from the palace. Since you haven't seen her face during winter break, it must be from the palace maids."
He handed me a postcard-sized paper. Magic portrait? Basically just a photo.
It depicted Third Imperial Princess Lillia Ramir Asterik of the Holy Empire, as I knew her. Per Demon King Slayer lore, Lillia was a saintess candidate this era.
And Julian's fiancée, heir to the Border Count.
"And this is a letter from Princess Lillia."
I read it quickly.