Retribution for the Fifth Traitor, Kyle Tenant
The emotions coursing through Kyle's body as Mastema's penis slid deep inside her were indescribably wretched. Only moments earlier she could never have imagined that the sensation of a man's organ penetrating her would feel so vividly real.
Yet now it was reality, slamming into her without mercy, and Kyle felt Mastema's penis momentarily halted by something blocking the way. The expression on her face twisted in confusion as she realized what had stopped him.
After all, she had once been a man, and she knew exactly what that barrier was. The hymen.
The hymen was keeping Mastema's penis from advancing further, and that could only mean one thing.
"Ahhhhhk!"
The moment Mastema's penis burst through the hymen and pushed deeper, Kyle's mind snapped.
*No... no... Fuck! I'm being broken open by a man! And I'm a woman now, with my hymen intact!*
The fact that the hymen—a virgin's barrier—was being torn by a man drove Kyle to the brink of total collapse. But Yeon-jae would never allow madness to take hold. She would endure the agony in perfect clarity, no matter how unbearable it became.
The pain of the hymen's destruction radiated from her lower abdomen, twisting her expression further. Mastema grinned happily.
"Hahaha, I've claimed this beautiful young lady's virginity. How delightful it is to possess such a precious maiden. Beautiful young lady."
Deliberately repeating the phrase "beautiful young lady" three times, Mastema's voice dripped with mockery. Kyle felt him deliberately taunting her.
"Kyaaak! Shut up, you damn bastard!"
The insult "you bastard" didn't work, so Kyle upgraded it to "you damn bastard." But the new curse also failed to sting.
Mastema responded by pulling his hips back slightly, then slamming them forward again in a perfect mimicry of her vulgar words.
"Ueeeeek!"
Kyle's eyes rolled back, foam forming at her mouth as if she were about to faint. If she had still been the proud male Emperor, the sight would have been pitiful. But she was a beautiful girl now, and a beautiful girl convulsing in ecstasy was an intoxicating sight for a sadist like Mastema.
"You... you fucking..."
Realizing her current state, Kyle could only whisper the curse weakly. That was right. She was feeling her vaginal walls being stretched and rubbed by Mastema's penis!
The lingering pain in her lower abdomen was minor compared to the battles she had fought as a warrior, but when Mastema's penis began to rub her inner walls and her body responded with unwanted pleasure, humiliation flooded her face. She wanted nothing more than to die right there.
"Ahh! Stop it! Haaat! I'm a man... kyuut, kyuuk!"
Gritting her teeth and trying to stifle her moans, Kyle failed miserably. Mastema's penis was covered in strange, bumpy protrusions—like dozens of tiny beads packed inside. Even from a man's perspective, the sight was grotesque and revolting.
And now those same protrusions were buried completely inside her. The word "wretched" was no longer enough to describe the horror in Kyle's heart.
"Huhuhu! Still trying to pretend you're a man? I'm a man, but so are you—no, you're a woman now! So enjoy it!"
"Ahhhhhak!"
Mastema grinned even wider and began thrusting with wild, rhythmic force, slamming his hips so deeply that Kyle felt something in her womb stretching painfully. She finally understood: her body was reacting as a woman's body.
"Fuck... kyuuk, auuuk!"
Even as overwhelming pleasure threatened to shatter her sanity, Yeon-jae's unbreakable willpower kept her mind clear. The pleasure was so intense she could have gone mad, yet she remained painfully aware of every thrust, every ripple of her inner walls. The despair only deepened.
*I want to go insane...*
Slap. Slap.
Watching the two of them—naked skin slapping against naked skin—engage in raw, brutal sex, Yeon-jae and Irene laughed. They laughed and laughed, unable to stop.
It was endlessly amusing.
The once-mighty Force Sword Emperor, Kyle Tenant, reduced to this.
"How satisfying."
Yeon-jae felt an overwhelming surge of happiness. Watching the betrayers who had caused his death suffer was pure joy.
Irene covered her mouth to hide her smile, dimples deepening with every laugh. Her beauty was breathtaking, yet the fact that she was enjoying the suffering of others—betrayers or not—revealed the true nature of her revenge: she was a demon who craved vengeance.
"It's so satisfying."
Irene leaned her head against Yeon-jae's shoulder, expressing her affection shamelessly. Yeon-jae pulled her close in return, the newlyweds proving their passion in the most intimate way possible.
Meanwhile, Kyle was crying—actual tears—as Mastema continued to defile her.
"Ahh! Stop it! Haaaa! Please... I... I can't... kyuuk!"
Even as she screamed for him to stop, Kyle suddenly felt her body stiffen. She had climaxed.
The orgasm was so vivid it felt more real than her own breathing. The mental torment only intensified.
"Haa... You're cumming. Excellent! Hahaha! Now, shall I fill the lady's insides with my seed? A woman who was once me becoming a man, and a man who was once her becoming pregnant with my child... How delightfully ironic. Hahaha!"
"Kyaaa... no..."
Only barely recovering from the climax, Kyle desperately cried out. But it was already too late. She could feel Mastema's semen gushing deep inside her, flooding her womb.
"Kyaaaaak!"
The scream of a woman who had just been inseminated tore from her throat. This was the greatest humiliation of her sixty-eight-year life.
"Huhuhu... Now you've received my seed, young lady. Soon you'll give birth to my child. Ah, demonic offspring come out in ten days, so you will too. Even if you're human, a demonic baby is born in ten days regardless of purity. I look forward to you bearing a beautiful child with your human beauty and my demonic traits."
"Fuck... this isn't real... this is a dream... a nightmare... haha, nightmare! It has to be a nightmare!"
Desperately denying reality, Kyle muttered to herself. But Mastema's still-hard penis remained inside her, reminding her that this was very real. The denial had no effect at all; it was nothing but frantic, useless thrashing.
"Hmm! Time to pull out, I suppose."
As if explaining the obvious for the audience, Mastema slowly withdrew. The moment he left, Kyle felt the thick semen leaking from her newly stretched vagina, dripping down her thighs.
"Kyuuk..."
Her body had no strength left. She collapsed limply on the bed.
*Is this the ultimate humiliation...*
Humiliation didn't come close to describing the depth of her shame. She had been born a man, the manliest man imaginable.
Though her talent for martial arts was inferior to Yeon-jae's, her height and muscular build had always made her proud. She had always looked down on soft, feminine men like Yeon-jae.
Now she was a slender woman of only 167 centimeters, the kind of body that existed only to be looked at. The shame was unbearable.
"Haa... My penis has become quite filthy. The young lady's mouth never rested, did it? Your words are so energetic... I could use that energy to clean me. My penis, thoroughly ruined by my own seed, has no cloth to wipe it with. I'll have to use your mouth, young lady."
"Damn it! Stop!"
Kyle hurriedly closed her mouth. The thought of being forced to swallow the semen was unbearable. She had to avoid that at all costs.
But she hadn't avoided being creampied earlier. Mastema had no intention of letting her.
Grabbing her hair, he forced her head toward his crotch and shoved his penis into her mouth.
"Uuuuk! Kuuuk! Uuuuk!"
Kyle tried desperately to keep her lips sealed, but her mouth kept parting on its own. The taste of Mastema's semen flooded her tongue—thick, salty, and utterly humiliating.
*I'm tasting a man's semen...*
She had enjoyed countless kisses and sweet fluids from beautiful women, but this... this was something she never imagined in her wildest dreams.
The bumpy beads of Mastema's penis pushed deeper, filling her mouth completely. Her throat bulged visibly. The urge to vomit was overwhelming. She wanted to die.
Mastema, however, ignored her pain.
"Huhuhu... It must be difficult for a first-timer, but try your best. Today you're simply cleaning my penis with your mouth. Now, get to work. The faster you do, the faster I can pull out."
Mastema spoke with mocking politeness, perfectly guiding her to suck him. At that moment, Kyle faced the ultimate choice: pride or survival.
She chose pride. Her lips remained stubbornly closed.
Mastema laughed coldly.
"As expected of a selfish young lady. You refuse to serve me even now? Pity. Since I'm kindhearted, I'll make you."
*Why does this keep happening...*
Mastema never listened to reason. He always decided everything his own way. He was truly the worst creature in Kyle's sixty-eight years of life.
It wasn't just that Yeon-jae had called him a secret weapon specifically designed to torment Kyle Tenant. He was that weapon.
*I have a grandson and a granddaughter... I'm a real man... Why me?!*
Inside her mind, Kyle screamed in agony. But Mastema didn't care about her pain. He kept thrusting in and out, pumping more semen into her already overflowing mouth.
"Ugh! Ugh! Your mouth is incredibly tight. Actually, I couldn't fit all the semen I pumped into your womb earlier. I'll have to deal with it here."
*No! Stop!*
Even if he said it like that, the truth was obvious. The semen he had been saving for her womb was now being forced into her mouth. Kyle cried as she screamed inside, but her pleas were ignored.
She tasted the thick, bitter fluid spreading across her tongue, then down her throat. The disgusting aftertaste made her want to die right there.
The sight was unbearable.