Chapter 80
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Demon King's Army Secretary Succubus Yulia (3)
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Yulia led the nameless female knight to her room.
The expansive chamber in the dungeon palace—once in Aslan, now bestowed upon her by the Demon King as his succubus secretary.
"Hoo."
Yulia dumped the female knight onto the table in the corner of the room like discarded trash and gnashed her teeth.
"For a woman like this to catch His Majesty's eye..."
By human standards, she was beautiful enough to be called a beauty.
But no matter how stunning a human might be, could she truly rival a succubus in allure?
A scrawny chest and a muscular build devoid of any feminine charm.
What on earth did His Majesty see in this woman to order her turned into a succubus?
It made no sense.
"No matter how I look at it, I'm hundreds of times better."
Of course, she'd witnessed the sex this woman had with His Majesty.
The audacity of charging at him to be forcibly ravished—it had even shocked Yulia.
But that alone wasn't enough to convince her why this woman deserved to become a succubus.
"I could do it myself."
As a natural-born succubus, it would be effortless for her.
If His Majesty desired it, Yulia was confident she could satisfy him in any way imaginable.
Yet he ignored her completely, choosing instead to turn a mediocre woman like this into a succubus...
"Eeeek!"
Yulia grabbed the chest of the female knight lying before her.
"Hng...!"
A pitiful moan escaped the unconscious woman.
Her face flushed red in an instant, and her lower body began to grow wet.
A succubus's touch was infused with such potent yin energy that mere contact could induce arousal.
"I could satisfy His Majesty like this too..."
Of course, the other subordinates who'd joined later had also slept with His Majesty before she could.
Amy, Rebecca, Hero Sage, and so on.
But they weren't succubi—they were something else entirely.
It had nothing to do with Yulia's pride.
Once His Majesty finally tasted a true succubus like her, he would surely cherish her.
Turning this woman into one was a separate issue.
That was...
'An affront to my pride.'
Yet she could never dare harbor resentment toward His Majesty.
She could only swallow her anger alone.
Yulia kept her hand clamped on the female knight's breast, channeling yin energy into her body.
The Demon King's semen still lingering inside her began to glow upon contact with the succubus's yin energy.
Given time, she'd transform into a succubus on her own.
"His Majesty doesn't know true pleasure yet—that's why he's doing this."
She had to show him.
Not the cheap thrills these low-rent women offered.
The real ecstasy only a genuine succubus like her could provide.
Then His Majesty would change his mind.
One problem, though.
'He still won't do it.'
Because of her own words—that sleeping with her might kill him.
His Majesty refrained from touching her out of fear he'd be harmed.
Was that really it?
"Does His Majesty truly think so weakly?"
No way.
His Majesty was omnipotent.
He hadn't fully grown yet, but excluding her, he wielded greater power than anyone in the Demon King's army.
The reason he avoided her was...
Yulia gazed at her reflection in the mirror.
Her hair pinned up neatly, a long-sleeved white shirt covering her wrists, unbuttoned to reveal her collarbone but conservatively hiding her cleavage, a tight skirt hugging her body, flesh-toned stockings, and black high heels.
It was the secretary style popular in the human empire.
She'd heard it was what female secretaries assisting emperors or nobles typically wore.
A prim outfit with minimal exposure.
Was it because it lacked sex appeal?
No.
This wasn't it either.
His Majesty had even fucked the female knight in her utterly unsexy armor.
'It's my fault.'
For daring to refuse His Majesty.
The excuse that his life was at stake was just that—an excuse.
Regardless of the reason, she'd rejected him back then, and this was her fitting punishment.
Which meant...
"If I earnestly beg for forgiveness..."
His Majesty might forgive her?
If she admitted her mistake and pleaded desperately, he might even bestow a reward upon her.
'His Majesty is merciful, after all.'
For a moment, Yulia considered actively seducing him.
With a succubus's power, it would be easy.
But that wasn't what she wanted.
She had no desire to defy His Majesty's will.
What she craved was for him to ravage her utterly.
For her, helpless and unable to resist, to be mercilessly taken beneath him.
That was Yulia's true desire.
"Ugh."
Yulia watched the female knight succumbing to corruption and recalled what had happened to her.
The intense sex with His Majesty.
Even as she was forcibly taken, her face brimmed with satisfaction.
Yulia wanted it too.
That coercive passion.
As a succubus, she could dominate or submit at will.
But deep down, she yearned for one thing.
An overwhelmingly dominant being who crushed any thought of resistance, tormenting her.
Only one entity could do that.
"Ahh... Your Majesty."
She couldn't endure it any longer.
The more she imagined it, the hotter her body burned.
Yulia stepped out of the room, resolve firm.
I had newly subjugated Aslan, the capital of the Aslan Kingdom, to the dungeon.
All passages leading to the dungeon from Mir now connected directly to Aslan.
Having become king, I relinquished my role as Mir's mayor to Villat, who had been vice mayor.
Villat, now my loyal servant, wept as he accepted the position.
"I am eternally grateful, Your Majesty."
Most routes to my dungeon passed through Mir.
Villat would defend it with all his might.
With business concluded, I read in my bedroom.
- History of the Continent.
- International Relations.
- Aslan Kingdom and Roman Kingdom.
- Non-Human Alliance.
A stack of books covered the desk.
Reading was my chosen means of rest and learning about this world.
I needed to understand this world.
Not the game knowledge I'd seen, but as a resident here.
In the game, adventurers from vague kingdoms simply showed up.
Fragmentary info on parties, origins, nationalities—that was it.
But that wasn't enough to run a nation.
I had to absorb unknown knowledge quickly to decide how to survive here.
Conquering Aslan made it clear.
Game info alone was woefully insufficient.
This world comprised many kingdoms.
To crush them and protect my dungeon kingdom, I needed to monitor neighboring politics.
Roman Kingdom, hostile to Aslan; Non-Human Alliance, hostile to humans; and the Empire beyond them, not bordering but still relevant.
All surrounded Aslan, with whom relations were poor.
'But that doesn't make them our allies.'
With the Demon King arisen, they'd eventually unite against me.
Repel them and stabilize our kingdom—that was priority one.
A three-nation alliance would spell disaster.
Even one kingdom strained us.
Three meant oblivion.
What we needed was sabotage.
Prevent them from uniting—top priority.
"Sending envoys would be best."
I knew their names from the game.
I recalled the intruders who'd come to the dungeon.
Roman Kingdom sent unremarkable knights.
Slightly weaker than Bergio.
No worry there.
But the Non-Human Alliance and Empire were different.
The Empire, strongest faction, sent top-tier forces.
Most memorable: alchemists.
Their alchemy to alter traps and monsters was miraculous.
Plus heavily armed troops.
A real pain.
And Empire adventurers were brutally strong.
'They won't come yet.'
Luckily, their emperor was greedy.
He'd exploit vacuums from others' wars rather than ally.
And the Non-Human Alliance.
Diana there was the headache.
That elf and countless non-human warriors tormented me repeatedly.
I'd retired countless times to beat her.
Barely dodged her threats with bugs.
But this wasn't a game.
Game bugs were mere past memories, unusable.
So, I needed to meet her in person and find a way to counter.
"I'll go there myself."
Had to see the World Tree capital in the Alliance's heart for real anyway.
Creak.
The door suddenly opened.
"I don't recall inviting you in."
It was Yulia.
Rushed here?
Her breathing was ragged.
"Forgive my rudeness, Your Majesty. But I have urgent news..."
"Urgent enough to fling the door open?"
"I... I thought you'd tell me to leave if I knocked..."
Yulia bowed her head.
"We'll discuss this rudeness later. What brings you at this hour?"
"W-Well..."
Desire burned in Yulia's eyes as she gazed at me.
She approached with clicking heels.
Each step made her breath quiver visibly.
Her quickening pants filled the air.
Haah, haah.
Her wet breaths saturated the bedroom.
As if responding to her, the bedside fire went out.
A candle in the desk lantern flickered to life.
She knelt before my reading chair.
"Your Majesty..."
I examined Yulia in the candlelight.
Gazing up at me, her shirt was undone, exposing deep cleavage and quivering breasts.
"Please embrace this foolish succubus who dared refuse Your Majesty's request."
"Hm, too tame."
"Shower mercy on this idiotic succubus who rejected Your Majesty yet drools like a slut every night fantasizing about your cock."
"You can do better."
At that, Yulia undid another button, areola peeking, and spoke.
"Ram your massive cock into this disobedient succubus whore pussy. Turn me into a dream demon who squeals and thinks only of Your Majesty. Fuck me senseless."
Completed sooner than expected.
I'd thought it'd take days more.
"No reason to refuse when you put it like that."
"Haah...!"
"Name your desired reward."
"You know what I want, Your Majesty."
Pink yin energy poured from Yulia's body, enveloping mine.
It fully became my power.
I felt her strength weaken as mine grew.
Now I understood the epic quest reward's level-up note.
Taking the power she held.
Was this the previous Demon King's arrangement?
"Oh?"
"Ravage me roughly. Force me so hard I can never defy Your Majesty again."
Slightly weakened now, Yulia flashed a seductive smile.