I Reject the villain’s ending.

Episode 83.
As I expected, Iros coaxed and cajoled and persuaded and cajoled until he had me all to himself, and then-
‘Ugh. This is a nightmare…….’
… until the words came out of my mouth, sucking the energy and life out of me like a mosquito, and then I walked out of the dream with a full face and a smile on my face.
I realized that raising a succubus half-breed puppy was not an easy task.
I never thought feeding him would be so exhausting.
‘Saint. Saint, wake up.’
‘Hmph. My feet are sore…….’
‘Stop talking in your sleep and get up.’
‘Why? I want to sleep more.’
‘Come on.’
Compliant with Iros’s urging, I furrowed my brow and groggily opened my eyes, making a dying sound.
I blinked a few times, my eyes blurry and unfocused, and then I saw Iros, propped up on the bed with his arms around me.
But something seemed oddly different. It was like a more moistened forget-me-not or something…….
No.
‘…Why did your hair grow so long?’
‘I’m taller, too, and strangely, I’ve lost some muscle, and I’m a little thinner. What if it’s not to your taste?’
Jurrrrrrr. Drool dripped from my mouth.
Her pretty pale pink hair had grown long enough to cover the floor.
I was stunned by its pure off-white color and how it looked so protective and vulnerable.
‘I have a terrible weakness for drooping, trembling flowers like that.
Moreover, the more I looked at it, the more it mesmerized me.
The urge to bury my lips in Iros’s pure white skin, as pure as unstained drawing paper, and suck it in was overwhelming.
I thought succubus half-breeds were supposed to be fancy, like moringas, but here she was, looking so innocent, even blinking her long eyelashes.
In a way, I thought, that was more dangerous.
‘An innocent face like that in bed is dangerous enough to make Moringa go away.’
‘Am I innocent?’
‘Only your face is innocent. You’re eating me alive with that face.’
‘Hahaha.’
‘Don’t laugh, you’re making my heart flutter.’
I wasn’t kidding, my heart was fluttering.
I used to do this when Iros first started laughing.
Now that I’m used to it and I’m not freaking out, it’s happening again.
It seems like I’m shaking even more than before.
‘Anyway, how’s your strength? Do you think it’s all back?’
‘I didn’t expect so. Even after eating all those gems, Moringa gave me, I was only partially full, and I didn’t know if I could survive on your energy and vitality.’
‘You did?’
What did you do? Are you saying you’re full now or that you’ll catch me a few more times?
I need to know so I can prepare myself.
With a grimace and a shudder, I jumped out of bed, grabbed Iros by the scruff of the neck, and shouted.
‘Don’t let the man’s blood dry, and tell me what’s going on! I hate waiting and fussing.’
‘It’s helped that I’ve been absorbing your energy as I’ve been nursing you back to health, and now I’m quite full, though not completely.’
At Iros’s words, I shriveled into a puddle of gin, and a flustered Iros pulled me into a tight embrace.
‘Why, what’s wrong? Is there some kind of side effect-’
‘Sob. You don’t have to say anymore……. I’m alive now.’
‘Is that why?’
I looked up at the astringent expression on Iros’s face and pouted, pressing my cheek against his breastbone.
‘I thought I was going to die from being sucked dry, the way you were gobbling me up like that.’
‘The books say it’s ecstatically pleasurable to spend the night with someone with succubus blood.’
‘Dreaming with a succubus half-breed is ecstatic. It’s just that after the second time, you’ve been drained to the bone.’
He gestured with a genuinely distracted expression on his face.
I’ve always known Iros had a knack for this, but this was almost like the final boss of the game.
I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anything quite like it in the world before, and I doubt I’ll ever see it again.
I muttered in a daze, remembering what had happened in my dream.
‘They were… killer. I realized that’s why people swear at other demons and fiends when they’re killed, but can’t say anything when they’re killed by a succubus, and I can’t blame them if they die.’
‘Did you like being with me that much?’
‘Yeah. Especially your reactions when I was tormenting you.’
‘…….’
Iros pressed a hand to my face, his eyes glinting with annoyance.
Undeterred, I poked my face out from under Iros’ chin and said excitedly.
‘With such an innocent face and such an innocent body, I hate you, saint, I hate you, and you were crying like a baby.’
‘When did I ever cry like that…….’
Through his long hair, I could see his reddened ears, and the corner of my mouth twitched up at the sight of them.
‘Now that you’ve cheered up a bit, can we do this in real life? Right? Let’s do it one more time.’

‘I thought you said you didn’t have a waist left.’

‘That was in your dream, my back is still in real life.’

‘I thought I was losing my waist, don’t you see the red on my wrist?’

‘Oh my God, it’s real, why is it like this?’

‘I’m still in pain because I entered the saint’s dream with my body intact. My waist, uh, and my arse.’

Iros covered his flushed face with his hands and looked away.

Gods, she was cute.

‘Sweetheart, I’ll be good to you.’

‘Where did you sell your conscience, I’m two years older than you.’

‘I’m older if you count my past lives. Do you trust me, sweetie?’

‘If you’re going to call me dear, you might as well treat me respectfully. You’re a saint, and you don’t stop when I cry and beg.’

‘Instead, you’re the one who nailed my backside, so hit me with it.’

Iros was so guilty that he had no excuse for his behavior, so he kept his mouth shut.

I groped his body and said.
‘But the lines of your body have certainly softened. If you’ve gotten thinner, your muscles have gotten harder. Why did he grow his hair so long?’
‘I think it’s because you’re filled with energy and you can’t handle it, so your body has been reconfigured to better receive it.’
‘Metamorphosis?’
‘Yes.’
Wow. I’d only read about it in martial arts magazines, but now I was seeing the results of a transformation right in front of me.
‘By the way, just standing still gives off an unconcealable demonic charm, but how can you not do this?’
‘Why?’
‘At this rate, you’ll probably fall off your horse with all the people at the hunting tournament staring at you.’
‘Foot. No way.’
‘It’s mine first and foremost, and I don’t want anyone to see it.’
‘……!’
Alas, indeed. It’s bad enough to have a lover who’s too good for you. I nuzzled Iros’s neck and pressed my lips to his.
‘Why are you so body-scented, my dear pink? You smell more like violets.’
‘You like it?’
‘Yes.’
All yours, it’s all yours, and you can be as pretty as you like.’
With a smirk, Iros whispered lasciviously. What a lovely way to talk.
Iros’s heart melted.
‘Now, shall we train you to use your powers skilfully until the hunt?’
‘Already?’
I glanced back at Iros, who seemed anxious to be with me a little longer, and chuckled as I picked up my bow.
‘I need to use up my power before I can recharge it. Isn’t that right?’
‘Yep. Come with me, Saint.’
I took his white, callused hand as his body reconfigured itself and we stepped out onto the hidden practice field that surrounded the manor.
The weapons of choice in hunting competitions are bows and daggers.
Either Iros or Dian would take their swords, and I would take my bow and dagger, so I would be as prepared as I could be for what would happen at the imperial hunt.
‘Then you and I will ensure we’re ready for the hunt. To avoid being hunted.’
‘…….’
Iros’s eyes changed at my words.
‘Yes!’
* * *
Meanwhile, the crown prince, who had received Sierra’s letter and the poisoned needle through Leo, put down her letter and studied the map.
He stroked his chin as he looked at the red-circled map.
‘You pick your battles, anyway. What do you think they’re going to do, crawling in there?’
‘From the way you’re grumbling, I can tell you’re worried.’
‘Leo, I wasn’t worried about you.’
‘I was the one who came the closest to dying, Your Majesty.’
‘She’s with you. You’ve got a holy woman with you. What’s the matter with the lives of those around you? She’ll save you somehow.’
‘You secretly believe that, Saint.’
‘…….’
The crown prince’s lips twitched at Leo’s off-hand remark, but he stiffened into a straight line.
‘…I do, now that I know. She’s changed into someone who makes sacrifices for others.’
‘Well, it’s been less than a month since you and the Saint came face-to-face?’
‘Lysen, you need to shut up.’
‘Chet. You’re always talking down to me. I’m the one who does the most work around here. Treat me with some respect!’
‘Mm-hmm. Why is it that I’m surrounded by all these guys.’
The crown prince lightly wiped his forehead and handed Lysen the map that Sierra had sent along.
‘What is this?’
‘The holy woman herself confirmed that the half-man-half-horse has been planting traps in the hunting grounds, so Leo and I will collect them just before the hunting tournament. There will be nerve roots and poisoned needles for horses only.’
‘I see.’
‘The poisoned needles are said to be strong enough to kill Leo, so I want you to leave the poisoned needles in your pocket with the imperial physician so he can prepare an antidote.’
‘Yes!’
‘And Lyssen, Leo. Be careful not to hurt yourself.’
Lysen and Leo’s eyes widened at the crown prince’s last, kindly words, which he threw in with a scratch on his cheek, and they quickly fell silent, impressed.
‘Holy……, Fritz, you bastard. You’re not even human anymore, are you? I don’t care if you die.’
‘Why would I die?’
‘Because you’ve always been a perfect crown prince with no humanity, and you’ve always been a bossy bastard who wants you to work yourself to death, and now you’ve lost your heart, and you’ve become a man, and I’m glad you’ve grown up.’
‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You want more work?’
The crown prince laughed in silent exasperation at the absurdity of it all.

As if he were going to give them work where there was none, Lysen and Leo scrambled out of the office and fled.

The crown prince bellowed after them.

‘Go back and make things right, or I’ll make sure there’s hell to pay! Make sure nothing goes wrong at the hunting tournament. Do you hear me?!’

‘Oh, okay-!’
‘Yep!’