The Hero Who Lost to the Demon King Doesn't Want to Be Humiliated in Public

[Content warning: extreme material]

Faced with overwhelming power, I, a hero, was defeated.

Then the Demon Lord turned me into a girl...

"Honestly, you heroes challenge me day in and day out. You're such a pain."

Elivy frowned coldly, a hint of annoyance in her blood-red eyes.

"Maybe I'll just turn you into my Starfury. Make an example of you. After all, you know better than anyone what methods I can use."

She pinched a soft, tender red tendril between her fingers, and a teasing smile suddenly curled at the corner of her mouth.

What methods can she use? On me, as I am now?

I looked at my petite, soft-bodied self in the mirror, my face visibly pale.

No!

My body reacted faster than my mind. Instinctively, I thrust my holy sword at the Demon Lord.

Are you kidding me? Demon Lord, are you trying to humiliate me?!

I'm humanity's hero! My companions' lives are on my shoulders. How could I possibly do what you want?!

You think turning me into a beautiful girl and branding me with a curse will make me obediently become your servant... Mm...

"Uh... I... I'm Louise, the slave hero..."

From then on, whenever I met anyone, all I could do was introduce myself like that, utterly ashamed.

I slowly grow stronger by gathering evil artifacts... and help the Demon Lord chop down anyone who comes looking for trouble. Somehow, the more people I cut down, the more keep showing up...

Aaaaaah! When will I finally be able to kill this perverted Demon Lord?! I'm a hero!!!

What? Why are you all calling me Lady Starfury? Get lost, get lost, or I'll cut you down!!