I Am the Demon King

“My Demon King… my savior who will lead me into corruption.”

Through an unexpected twist of fate, he suddenly became the Demon King of Sloth and Corruption. Throughout history, every Demon King bearing that title had lived up to the name “Sloth”—finding even existence itself bothersome, only to disappear shortly after inheriting the throne. As time passed, he too began to grow bored with the monotonous life of a Demon King.

Then one day, without warning, he was summoned to the human world…

“O Demon King, please… defile me.”

The one who summoned him was a high-ranking priest beloved by the gods. He greeted the Demon King in tattered robes—
and even begged to be defiled?!

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“So… have you finally come to defile me in person?”

At the sudden voice beside him, he snapped his head around. Before he realized it, the priest had already stepped right up close. Tall and imposing, the man lowered his head slightly to look down at him. Beneath softly lowered silver lashes, deep blue eyes shimmered with an unreadable light as they fixed themselves on him.

Defile? What? Personally? Me?

“……”

His mind froze completely, leaving him standing there in stunned silence. Then the priest leaned closer, lowering his head toward his ear. Loosely tied silver hair slid down with a faint rustle, draping over his shoulder.

“Will you defile this body for me?”

The priest whispered calmly, his voice pure and composed—yet the meaning behind the words was unmistakably suggestive.

A beat later, a shiver ran down his spine.

Why would I do that?!

He desperately wanted to scream. Fortunately, he was the kind of person who believed in doing his best at any task assigned to him. Swallowing the scream rising in his throat, he managed to preserve the dignity expected of a Demon King.

When he remained silent, the priest straightened and studied him briefly before tucking the loose strands of silver hair behind his ear. It was a trivial gesture—yet for some reason, it felt strangely flirtatious.

“Or… do you believe this body is too lowly for you to personally involve yourself?”

“Well, that’s—”

That’s not it, he almost said, but swallowed the words just in time. Saying so might have led to the unthinkable situation where he’d actually have to go through with it. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to say, Yes, you’re too insignificant, either.

Truly, a dead end.

Ah… I really wasn’t cut out to be a Demon King after all.