Final Process, Preliminary Preparations #3
The wet, squelching sound of thick cockflesh prying plump pussy lips apart and driving inside. Yuria’s chin jerked upward as her eyes rolled back.
“Hyaahhh…♡”
I had no plans for SM play today. Having just received Yuria’s love confession, she was in an emotionally heightened state. Rather than coercive sex, it would be better to imprint me even deeper into her heart through the kind of lovemaking shared between lovers, then send her completely over the edge.
“Yuria.”
“Uwaa… Yesss…”
“I love you.”
“Huuung…♡”
Yuria, letting out a coquettish moan, gazed at me.
“I… love you too, Jihyeok…”
I smiled softly without a word and gripped her ass, slowly rocking her hips up and down. Squelch… squelch.
“Hyaaang…! Hooo…♡”
Maybe it was because I had spoken sweet words unlike my usual self. After only two thrusts, pussy juice began gushing from our joined flesh, soaking my thighs.
“Does it feel good?”
“It feels so good… It feels amazing…! Jihyeok… it’s too good…♡”
Squelch. I buried my cock as deep as it would go. The tip of my glans met a firm, resistant pressure—the very end of her cervix. At the same moment, Yuria’s entire body began to shake like a leaf in a storm.
“Ooooh…!”
The squeeze grew violently tight, as if her walls were clamping down on me from every direction. I slid one hand to her clit and began rubbing it slowly with my thumb.
“Hoooo… ah…! Aah…!”
Each upward and downward stroke of my thumb drew a violent tremor from her. When I resumed the slow piston motion, translucent nectar poured out like a waterfall. Droplets beaded at the edge of the sofa and pattered onto the carpet below.
It wasn’t quite as pathetic as Marcela’s third-rate cunt, but close enough that I couldn’t help but chuckle. Yuria immediately balled her fist and thumped my shoulder, throwing a tantrum.
“Don’t laugh…! Don’t laugh at me…!”
“How can I not laugh when it’s funny?”
“Aang…! I hate it… It’s embarrassing…♡”
She called it embarrassing, yet she was the one trying to move on her own. She even spread her legs wide, planted her feet on either side of my thighs, and began rocking herself up and down. She was opening her pussy completely so it could swallow every inch of me. It seemed she wanted my cock to reach that same spot against her cervix again.
I timed my upward thrust with the rise of her body.
Squelch!
“Kyaaaaah♡”
Her reaction was far stronger than before. She curled her toes, her smooth calves flexing as she instinctively braced herself, refusing to let her hips drop. My deeply buried cock knocked against the end of her womb exactly as she wanted. I kept up the steady rocking motion.
Squelch! Squelch!
“Uhe… heuuu…”
The way her pupils rolled with every thrust made it look like she was losing her mind. The grip of her cunt was so exquisite I was struggling to stay sane myself. Don’t rush. Savor Yuria’s pussy slowly.
“I don’t like this…”
“You don’t?”
“Nooo… I like it…♡”
Squelch! Squelch!
So much nectar had spilled that every thrust produced loud, sloppy sounds. The Device on her wrist hummed loudly enough to fill the entire room. Apparently annoyed by the noise, Yuria tore it off and hurled it into the corner. It clattered against the wall and fell silent.
That Device was incredibly precious to Yuria. Aside from the times she had handed it to me, she had never once removed it. It was the only power that let her fight monsters—including me. The fact that she had tossed it aside like a nuisance meant that being with me right now took priority over eradicating Malice or even revenge.
Grinning, I seized her waist and poured more strength into my movements.
Before long, all tension drained from Yuria’s body. Climax after climax had left her unable to endure any longer. Shoulders slumped, she simply draped her thighs over mine, letting out feeble moans as she accepted my cock.
Time to cum once. I gripped her waist with everything I had.
“Huuung…?”
Even though she had clearly lost her mind, the moment she sensed I was about to finish she lifted her head and placed both hands on my shoulders. Good girl. That’s more like my Yuria.
I released the pleasure I had been holding back in a single explosive rush.
Spurt! Gush!
Semen surged out like a raging wave, flooding her womb to the brim and overflowing. Thick strands dripped stickily from our tightly joined flesh.
“Uwaaaaa…”
Yuria shook violently, climaxing with me. Fresh nectar mixed with the semen, neutralizing the thick fluid and once again soaking the sofa. The hands gripping my shoulders gained the faintest bit of strength—like a child’s. It seemed that was the most she could manage right now.
Having wrung out every last drop, I wrapped an arm around her sweat-drenched back, pulled her close, and kissed her.
“Mmm… chup… heu… chup…”
With her eyes closed, Yuria accepted my tongue, letting out vulgar little moans. Still not enough. I needed to pour as much Malice into her as possible.
After one round of tender lovemaking, I carried her to the bed, laid her down, and immediately began the second round. This time I chose doggy style. With her legs pressed together and my cock buried deep, I moved faster than before, thoroughly ravaging her pussy.
“Stop… please stop… it hurts…”
Yuria clutched the sheets and begged. To anyone watching it would have looked like genuine pain, like she was pleading for mercy, but I knew her true intentions.
“Shouldn’t you be honest?”
I kept pistoning without pause. Yuria panted heavily as she answered.
“Uuu… more… please give me more…♡ hue…”
“Again. Say exactly what you’re thinking right now.”
Squelch squelch squelch!
“Huaa… my pussy… getting pounded… feels so good… huung…! Cum inside…♡”
“Cum what?”
“Jihyeok’s… baby seed… love juice…”
I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back. Strength returned to her panting voice, and the toned muscles of her beautiful back twitched and flexed. I leaned down to her ear.
“You want me to cum?”
“Mmm…”
Spurt!
Second ejaculation. Yuria’s waist bucked hard, hips lifting high. The instinctive reaction of a bitch trying to cherish every drop of her mate’s seed. Once again I filled her womb completely before pulling out.
“Huu… huu…”
She panted raggedly. Sweat plastered her hair to her face—an incredibly lewd sight. I fetched wet wipes and gently cleaned her pussy, then pressed firmly on the bruise I had left on her ass.
“Ah…! Aah…♡”
Yuria arched her hips and let out intermittent moans. Still not enough. I needed to push her to the brink of passing out.
I tapped my newly hardened cock between her buttocks.
“Want to rest?”
Yuria buried her face in the pillow and silently shook her head. She really is even more of a pervert than Sehwa.
I slid back inside her.
Squelch!
From that dawn until evening, I drove Yuria to the edge of total exhaustion. After more than twenty rounds of sex, caresses, and thorough aftercare, she lay quietly, deeply asleep in the bedroom.
I made the Stigma hidden on her lower abdomen appear.
Clenching my fist, I expressed my satisfaction. The Stigma had darkened by another stage. The preliminary preparations for the final process were now complete.
Deciding there was no longer any need to hide it, I stepped into the living room and sent a signal. To whom? To Marcela, of course.
Riiip!
A monster’s maw tore open in the center of the living room. Marcela stepped out, tail swishing playfully, still in her succubus form. Behind her, humanoid monsters emerged, swiftly installed various machines, and disappeared again.
Two simple cots large enough for one person each, a modified virtual-reality rig, monitors, and an array of other devices were neatly arranged. The centerpiece was a reactor as tall as an adult. Inside, all sorts of ominous objects drifted in a swirling vortex.
One corner of my mouth lifted as I gazed into the reactor.
“Good work, Marcela.”
“Yes, Demon King.”
“Precautions?”
“The demonic energy of the sacrificed monsters inside the reactor will last exactly one week. You must break Yuria within that time. If you fail, there is a high chance her mind will sink completely and she will become a vegetable.”
“One week inside the dream—how much real time does that equal?”
“It will flow at the same rate as reality.”
I nodded and studied Marcela. From this point on I would temporarily borrow her succubus powers. I would enter Yuria’s dream, induce a lucid state, and seize control of its contents.
However, this would not be a dream with Yuria as the protagonist. It would be one where I was the protagonist. Although she would be the one dreaming it, everything except her own body would be under my absolute control. That was where I would completely shatter her heart.
Marcela could have entered the dream herself to manipulate it, but only my personal involvement would ensure proper corruption. Most importantly, she could never construct the intricate details I could. Only I—who knew every part of Yuria and had pierced through her very psychology—could break her.
Countless monsters at the base had been sacrificed to imbue this one-time device with Marcela’s power. I would not waste their sacrifice. I would season Yuria carefully, simmer her slowly, and devour her bit by bit.
“Anything else?”
“If you are injured inside the dream, it may harm Your Majesty’s real body. As long as you remain vigilant, there should be no problems…”
“Same risk as your own ability. I’ll be careful.”
“Yes…”
An effect this powerful would be completely broken if it carried no risk at all.
Gazing into Marcela’s vertically slit, crimson pupils, I spoke gently.
“Without you, I would never have made it this far.”
I am the Demon King, yet I possess no versatile ability to borrow the powers of other monsters. I have only the unique demonic energy that lets me command them. It was thanks to Marcela’s transcendent ability that I had been able to accomplish so much. This was simply one more instance.
My words were not flattery. Without her, I might never have seduced even Sehwa, let alone Yuria; I might still be wandering without direction.
“D-Demon King… you flatter me too much…”
I stepped forward and touched the lips of the blushing succubus.
“Eut…!”
Pale skin flushed scarlet in an instant. She was feeling it. As expected of Marcela—her entire body was my personal erogenous zone.
“I secretly purchased an apartment in Busan for Sehwa. It will eventually be discovered, but it’s safe for now. When this matter is successfully concluded, I will give you your reward there.”
“I-I understand…”
Even as she stammered, her eyes sparkled with unmistakable anticipation.
Your support gives me strength.
Silently toying with her protruding fang, I entered the bedroom, lifted the still-sleeping Yuria, and carried her out. Despite the commotion, she remained deeply asleep. I laid her on one of the cots. Marcela brought what looked like EEG electrodes and carefully attached them one by one to Yuria’s forehead. Then she gently fitted the virtual-reality device over her head and checked the monitor.
“All readings are normal.”
“Chance she’ll wake up?”
“You may consider it zero the moment the device is activated. From now on, everything is at Your Majesty’s discretion.”
I nodded and lay down on the empty cot. Marcela attached electrodes to my forehead just as she had done for Yuria, then handed me the device and offered final advice.
“At first it will feel like you’ve only just woken from sleep. The surroundings will be completely invisible… You can begin creating the dream from there.”
Taking the device, I replied, “Understood. Begin the moment I put this on.”
“Yes! Please return safely…”
I answered with a bright smile, then slipped the device over my head. My eyelids grew heavy. All strength fled my body. It felt as though everything that made me me was being peeled away.
Unlucky.
The instant I felt myself being sucked into an endless abyss, I stopped thinking and focused my mind.