The Devil Who Grants Wishes

124 – Jung (1)

no.

It shouldn’t be like this.

I didn’t want this. I didn’t want a future like this.

By the way… what the hell is this?

Why the hell is my dad so popular?

[Irisra… Well, it’ll be fine. It’s a bit uncomfortable, though.]

At first, I thought it was no big deal.

I decided that my position would not change even if only one girl joined my father’s side.

That’s right, wouldn’t it be possible for my father to abandon me, who has been by my father’s side for longer than the year we only recently met?

With that judgment, even if it made her feel a bit bad, she was able to tolerate her father’s affair with Iris every day, to a certain extent. After all, I will be the seat of the royal family. Because Iris didn’t have the things I had.

However, my father’s affairs increased as the days went by, and the sense of deprivation I felt also increased.

[Ugh… I didn’t drag the fainting Celestine out of the basement. What is it, you joined as if it was natural. Up until now, all the devils had split their hair, so how could they be so friendly to their father? I mean don’t stick Well, Celestine, whom I recently met, will never be able to catch up with me anyway.]

[Lena…? What else is that woman… what? An elf you met before me? It can’t be… it can’t be…]

[Demon God, why would such a woman tell Dad—- uh, Mr. Seo? What is that again.]

As the girls joined my father one by one, my feelings continued to drop in inverse proportion to it.

Maybe it was from then.

It was when the fear of losing his father dominated his whole body.

But the emotional fall did not end there.

[…but Dad always protects me, right? This proves that Dad puts me first… Huh?]

When Irine appeared by my father’s side, even the bulwark that protected my self-esteem collapsed.

Daddy’s care, which had always been directed only to me, turned to Irene, and it was really painful to see another woman being cared for like a father-daughter relationship.

Even now, when I think of that time, I get goosebumps all over. I feel like scratching my whole body with my nails and tearing my hair out.

But I couldn’t.

Because doing that would make you ugly.

Because my dad won’t feel the beauty when he sees me.

The reward of adorning yourself with all the care you put into it will disappear in an instant.

What was even more sad was that I couldn’t harm Irene.

I couldn’t shoot these feelings at Irene because my head was filled with fear that if I hadn’t had my father, I would have lived a life similar to Irene’s.

Most of all, Irene was cute enough to convince her father to some extent that he was interested in her.

In the end, I couldn’t do anything.

All I could do was follow my father around and struggle to keep his attention.

[I’m… really unhelpful.]

And when I became a burden to my dad and everyone at the Aileu Festival, even the foothold I could struggle with disappeared.

The sense of helplessness engulfed my whole body, to the point where I couldn’t pay attention to the woman named Elias who appeared next to my father again.

After taking on the mission to infiltrate the Magic Tower, I wondered if I could finally be of help to my father, but didn’t he not only incapacitate me with the divine power that filled the space, but even endanger his life?

As time went by, my value didn’t know the bottom and just crashed endlessly.

Dad says he always tries to protect me, but that’s all, I had no choice but to realize at this point that my absence would be more helpful to him than having me.

And at that point, fear took over me.

[Wouldn’t it be possible for me to die while fighting Cerapia…?]

This is by no means a leap or excessive speculation.

He went to the brink of death with only the divine power filled around him, but of course it would be very dangerous if he directly fought Serapia, the source of that divine power.

If that happens, I’ll be really unfair and I won’t even be able to die properly. I could be sure that even if my soul was completely crumbled to dust, my thoughts would remain in this world.

How, I’ve been waiting for so many years. Can I die without connecting with my dad?

While such thoughts filled my head, an accident occurred.

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When I realized the identity of the goosebumps covering my whole body, when I realized that the goose bumps came from my father, when I realized that the cause of the goose bumps was caused by a certain bitch touching something I wanted so much, I could no longer stay still as before. There was no

Even though it was clear that his father would be listening through Gong Yoo’s sentences, he threw away all his shaming and cursed in anger.

I can’t take that away.

As long as I keep my eyes open, there can be no other bitch sleeping with my dad first.

The moment I realized that, my body moved on its own.

As if it wasn’t my body, as if I was possessed by an evil spirit.

[Hey!!! you, what are you doing right now

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Kwaaang!

“Haa… haaa…”

Immediately after dragging my father into the room with all my might, I mobilized all my magical abilities to divide the room into subspaces.

Up until the moment of separation, the buzzing noise over the door and Iris chattering loudly through the door disturbed my mind, but it didn’t really matter.

Because I stopped paying attention.

There is nothing more terrifying than being killed by Serapia without getting what you wanted.

Crisp-

In the meantime, I feel that the dress and hair that my dad has been cherishing to make me look beautiful are getting ruined.

But for some reason it doesn’t feel that bad. No, I should say it’s rather comfortable.

The wings that came out of the dress spread out to the left and right, giving a sense of liberation, and the horns that look similar to the father give great satisfaction just by being aware of them.

Yeah… it should have been like this a long time ago.

Don’t notice, just commit.

“Lucia, no.”

“What’s wrong? She let me touch you.”

As I reach out and approach my dad, he realizes what I’m trying to do and tries to stop me as much as possible. It’s not the level of rough drying on the outside, as it always has been until now, but to the point where you can feel the desperate sincerity.

…What is it, I thought he didn’t have many emotions because he always kept his emotions under control, but he can express them very vividly.

I won’t be bored.

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Kwaaak-

Reluctantly, she runs into her father, who is at a loss as to what to do.

If it was normal, I would have run away beforehand and would not have been caught, but my dad, who read my feelings, was so embarrassed that he couldn’t do such a thing, and he was caught by me.

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Slowly

Lucia, transformed into a demon in an instant, falls into my arms.

The arms wrap around my torso, and the wings also follow Lucia’s arms around my body. Lucia’s horns don’t shoot upward, and they don’t stab my face, probably because they’re similar to mine in the shape of a laurel wreath.

‘It will turn.’

It shouldn’t be like this.

I have to drop Lucia somehow. I could never look at Lucia with those eyes.

Of course, it is not a matter of removing it. If I just give her strength, Lucia will fall away in an instant.

But I can’t.

Because Lucia’s arms and wings, which entwine my wires with all her might, are certain to get hurt. Lucia will never be separated from me, even if her arms and wings are torn apart.

“It’s all Dad’s fault. He keeps bringing girls over, so in the end I have no choice but to do this, right?”

Lucia looks up at me with a smile on her eyes and mouth, but she just can’t feel the usual freshness.

Lucia’s smile was so desperate, so full of desire, that I just froze when I saw it.

Even when the torn and dangling dress fell completely to the floor, even when Lucia’s hands grabbed my hair, even when Lucia lifted her heels, and even when Lucia’s face came towards me.

Truly I couldn’t do anything.

“Huh…”

Lucia’s face fades away. Clearly, Lucia’s face, which was just full of desperation and desire when she came toward me, is now full of shame and satisfaction, as if it were never before.

The flushed cheeks of Lucia allow you to know what kind of emotion Lucia is feeling without having to read the emotions that are gushing out, and Lucia’s moist lips reflect light little by little, attracting attention and showing off a sense of volume.

Lucia’s body, whose dress had completely fallen off, clung to mine and showed no signs of falling.