Yuria Conquest Preparations #2 (Caution Advised for Appreciation)
Warning: Due to the author's ignorance, a soft NTS scene will appear. (There will be none after this chapter.) If you wish to avoid inner damage, please scroll down past the section filled with special characters.
That place over there… is the newly acquired studio apartment belonging to Yu Seunghyeon.
Sehwa and Yu Seunghyeon sit on the floor, talking. Sehwa sits with both legs tucked to one side, and a glimpse of her panties can be seen beneath her short skirt. She’s doing it on purpose.
Yu Seunghyeon sneaks a glance in that direction before quickly looking away and asking, his voice earnest.
“Why are you acting like this today?”
A serious question. Sehwa tilts her head.
“What do you mean?”
“Never mind the several hours you spent at the department store and the boutique shops coordinating my outfits… Why did you talk like someone who’s about to leave soon?”
Did Sehwa really say it that way? I might need to rewind this tracking familiar.
“Did I say that?”
“That’s how it sounded to me.”
It’s true that she’s someone who will be leaving soon. So it would be best if you prepared yourself mentally as well.
Sehwa simply stares at him without confirming or denying anything. After the two of them gaze at each other for a long moment, Yu Seunghyeon finally speaks again.
“Sehwa.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you more than anything, and I’ve always believed I knew you better than anyone since we were children.”
“So?”
“So these unfamiliar actions of yours make me anxious. I’ve felt it since before we even stepped into the department store… I want you to tell me honestly what’s in your heart right now.”
Oh ho… The idiot who used to just swallow whatever was handed to him has finally grown some awareness. I’m actually proud.
Now then, Sehwa. How will you answer? You have my orders to train Yu Seunghyeon as a submissive, after all.
After staring at him for a long time, Sehwa’s lips finally part.
“Fine. I’ll be honest. I don’t love you anymore.”
Hmm… She’s saying it outright. I wonder what she’s thinking.
Yu Seunghyeon’s reaction is…
“It’s because of how I acted before, isn’t it?”
“That’s right.”
“I see.”
Surprisingly calm. Did he prepare himself in advance? Or is he making a tearful face on the inside, getting ready to sob? Since I don’t have mind-reading, it’s a little frustrating.
“But I haven’t completely cut ties with my feelings yet. I still like you.”
She’s lying. The way she says it so casually is incredibly arousing.
Sehwa continues.
“I have to protect humanity. That’s why I want to use you—the person I like—to replenish my Device’s energy. You’re the only person I truly like, after all.”
“You’re being brutally honest. It almost sounds like I still have a chance. Am I right?”
“I think that depends on what you do.”
“Huu…”
Yu Seunghyeon lets out a heavy sigh. He nods slowly and asks.
“There isn’t another man, is there?”
Ah… How disappointing. He still couldn’t shake off that one spoonful of patheticness.
Sehwa laughs as if she can’t believe what she’s hearing.
“Didn’t you hear what I just said? That you’re the only one I truly like.”
“That’s true… I’m sorry. I’ve loved you for so long, and I still love you now, so the moment I imagined you with another man, anger suddenly surged up. I got jealous too.”
Still, he’s being honest. He really has grown.
“I understand.”
“Is your Device energy sufficient?”
“It’s enough for four or five battles.”
“I see… Then you have some leeway. I’d like you to go back for today.”
“What?”
“Exactly what I said. Go back.”
This is unexpected. Sehwa seems to feel the same; she frowns.
“Why?”
“I’m not so broken that I’d throw away my pride just to accept your… actions— Aack!”
Yu Seunghyeon suddenly screamed. Sehwa, who had stood up without warning, quickly snatched the onahole, moved behind him, and wrapped her legs around his waist. It happened in an instant.
“This is the one I used last time, right? You kept it instead of throwing it away, yet you say things like that?”
“S-Sehwa… Wait… Let go of this…”
“Take them off.”
“…What?”
“I said take off your pants.”
Yu Seunghyeon whined and struggled to escape, but Sehwa’s legs didn’t loosen in the slightest.
“W-What kind of strength…”
Sehwa, clearly annoyed by his resistance, used one hand to yank down his zipper. She then hooked her fingers into the side of his bulging underwear and pulled it down, revealing a cock that was decent by normal standards but utterly insignificant in Sehwa’s eyes.
“You’re this hard and you’re telling me to go back?”
“T-This is just a natural physiological reaction…”
“So, you don’t want it?”
……
Yu Seunghyeon falls silent. Of course he wants it. Who would refuse a woman of her beauty? Anyone who did would be a eunuch. A eunuch.
Sehwa brings her lips right next to his ear and whispers.
“Even if another man appears in my life, you must only look at me. Do you know why?”
At her seductively whispered words, Yu Seunghyeon’s body trembles violently.
“…Kk…!”
“Because you love me so, so much.”
“Sehwa…! Don’t do this… Suddenly acting like this, I can’t get used to—”
Sehwa pressed the onahole against his mouth.
“Spit.”
“What…?”
“Spit into this hole. Or do you want to do it dry?”
Sehwa, if you come on this strong from the start, won’t it plant resistance instead of turning him into a proper sub…?
“O-Okay.”
No. This idiot… I take back everything I said about him growing. Still, it’s nice that he’s so easy.
Yu Seunghyeon fumbles with his mouth before letting saliva drip into the onahole. Not once, but twice.
The fact that he’s doing this, and that he isn’t thrashing around trying to throw her off… It’s clear that watching my play sessions with “Morning” on Twinkle has awakened a slight submissive tendency in him.
Isn’t it usually the opposite?
“Good boy.”
Sehwa stroked his head like she was petting a dog, then, without the slightest hesitation, shoved the onahole down onto his cock.
Squelch…!
“Uaaah…!”
All strength leaves his body as he shudders. It must feel incredibly good.
Moving the onahole slowly up and down, Sehwa asks.
“Does it feel good?”
“Sehwa… ya…”
“I’m asking if it feels good. Answer me.”
“It feels good… It does… But…”
Squelch…! Squelch!
Sehwa increases the pace, silencing him. Given the situation, Yu Seunghyeon’s face soon twists into an expression that says he’s about to cum.
Seeing his reaction, Sehwa commands.
“Hold it in.”
“Krrgh…!”
“If you cum in less than two minutes, I’ll go meet another man. I’m starting the timer now.”
At those words, Yu Seunghyeon grits his teeth hard. He must hate the idea of handing Sehwa over to someone else more than anything.
What can he do… Sehwa has already fallen as far as possible and now only loves me.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
“Huu… Huu…”
The faster Sehwa’s strokes become, the rougher Yu Seunghyeon’s breathing grows. At the one-minute-thirty-second mark, his face turns bright red and he begins shaking his head wildly.
With a face full of mockery, Sehwa says.
“Thirty seconds left. Our Seunghyeon is such a good boy, isn’t he? You’re doing so well.”
Schlurp! Schlurp!
With increasingly sloppy, wet sounds, the intense pleasure seems to hit him like a wave. Yu Seunghyeon clenches his fists tightly, his whole body trembling.
When the thirty seconds finally pass, Sehwa commands.
“Two minutes are up. You may cum.”
Yu Seunghyeon releases the seal he had been desperately holding. He fills the onahole with thick ropes of semen, and all strength drains from his body as he slumps over.
“Uaaa…”
Semen leaks from the point where the onahole meets his cock. Seeing it, Sehwa frowns deeply and releases her grip.
Standing up, she looks down at Yu Seunghyeon, who remains in that pathetic pose with the onahole still attached, and says.
“Good work. I’ll do it for you again tomorrow.”
With those words, Sehwa raises a finger and lightly flicks his forehead. He starts to fall backward but braces himself against the floor with his arm and holds on.
“Sehwa… You… Just what…”
It must feel incredibly unfamiliar. But the stimulus must have been enormous. Even my own heart is pounding, so I can only imagine how he feels. I understand.
“Answer the phone when I call.”
Cutting off whatever Yu Seunghyeon was about to say, Sehwa leaves only that short, gentle phrase behind and walks out of the studio without a single trace of lingering attachment.
Watching Yu Seunghyeon hang his head in post-nut clarity, I thought to myself that the training had been successful.
I opened a portal at home and headed straight for the South Pole Secret Base. Sehwa would use it to return to the base, so I needed to prepare the monsters.
To properly welcome the queen… no, the new empress.
Audience Chamber, constructed separately after the Syria incident.
High-ranking monsters stand at attention on both sides of the long black carpet. From the Four Knights—S-class monsters symbolizing conquest, war, famine, and death—to Amon with his crow’s head, Sabnak the corruption monster who always keeps a white horse by his side, Paimon who incites rage in living beings and drives them into a frenzy, and many more.
Would anyone believe that these mighty beings, who could plunge the human world into chaos the moment they appear, had been defeated by Beast Slayers? Of course not at present, but this is precisely why I want them as my subordinates. Their potential and growth rate are limitless.
Their beauty was another important factor.
Sehwa, in her true demonic form, walks toward me with seductive, half-lidded eyes. I sit on the ornate throne with my chin resting on my hand. From her body, both my magical power and thick malice radiate outward.
Sehwa’s current strength is slightly above what Leona had possessed. Even though many monsters here could have defeated her, none of them show even a hint of resistance. They all bow in perfect obedience.
The dense malice pouring from the empress who had appeared in the silent audience chamber was that overwhelming.
If she grows any stronger from here, the greatest female warrior of all will be born.
She approaches slowly and kisses me, then glances at the second throne prepared beside mine and shakes her head. It was her way of saying she could not stand in an equal position when I alone am the king.
How admirable. I want to embrace her right this moment.
While I’m thinking this, Sehwa notices Marcela standing beside the throne and frowns. She must have sensed my magic power residing within her.
When I remain nonchalant, Sehwa reaches out toward Marcela.
Whoosh!
Marcela is lifted into the air and dragged forward, seized by the throat.
“Kek…!”
Marcela coughs, her breath cut off. She desperately apologizes.
“I-I’m sorryyy… I… without knowing my place… dared to receive the Demon King’s favor… Kehuk…!”
If she dies like this it’ll be troublesome… Go easy on her, Sehwa.
Fortunately, Sehwa releases her neck after a moment. Marcela doesn’t even check the vivid handprint on her throat. She simply stares at Sehwa with eyes filled with a mixture of fear and reverence.
Sehwa raises one corner of her mouth in a smirk and commands.
“Kneel.”
Marcela instantly understands the true meaning behind the word.
“Y-Yes…!”
Trembling from head to toe, Marcela moves behind Sehwa and lies flat on the floor, keeping her back perfectly level. For Marcela, this was the height of humiliation. Yet she shows no sign of resistance. If anything, she seems delighted that the empress is using her body.
Sehwa sits atop Marcela’s back and crosses her legs. There is no hesitation whatsoever, as if this is the most natural thing in the world.
With lofty eyes, she surveys the monsters. Her crimson lips part, and a voice as cold as a blizzard emerges.
“Would you all kindly vacate the room?”
At her words, the monsters bow their heads in unison and leave the audience chamber in their own fashions—some vanishing in puffs of smoke, others fleeing through the doors. The sight is almost comical.
Now only I, Sehwa, and Marcela remain in the audience chamber. Sehwa gazes at me quietly. Her eyes reproach me for having given affection to Marcela.
Is she going to start nagging already? This is frightening… I need an excuse.
“If not for Marcela, you would not exist as you are now. Nor would the Evil Valkyries who will appear in the future.”
“I know. That’s why I’m stopping here. The promise you made with Marcela—that you would grant her otherworldly pleasure once Aether replication succeeds… I don’t like it, but I’ll understand.”
“Marcela, what is your thoughts on this?”
At my question, Marcela answers while whimpering.
“For bestowing… such mercy upon this unworthy one… this favor is… overwhelmingly… gracious…”
“She says so.”
Sehwa nods slowly and speaks.
“Did you watch everything that happened today?”
“Yes. At this rate, it seems we’ll be able to release Yu Seunghyeon as you desire before long.”
“Then… Master…”
Sehwa’s voice turns seductive. Her eyes are those of someone expecting a reward.
Good. She endured meeting the unpleasant Yu Seunghyeon and has now made her official visit to the base… It wouldn’t be bad to create a monumental day by embracing the body of the newly reborn Sehwa.