Sacrificial Beings Created for Sacrifice
The evening of the sixteenth day since Kim Jae-hyun's arrival.
Saintess Lucretia was not in as bad a mood today since she had not been subjected to torment, and her meals were tolerable despite the necessity of eating the slop from a dog bowl. She wore a white tank top paired with tight, dark-colored hot pants.
Lucretia preferred this outfit far more than her usual dress, which required her to wear a wedding gown with an extremely short skirt length.
Thud-thud-thud.
Hands countless in number landed on her hips as she walked. Whether demonic or human, every passerby glared at her with lascivious intent, then shamelessly fondled, slapped, and prodded the cleft of her buttocks in crude harassment.
Yet Lucretia, who had already had sex with countless men, found even this harassment insufficient to stir shame. The mere touch of a finger parting her folds would make her body betray her with a flood of slick; the hot pants she wore were soaked through and through, the crotch dark and glistening with her own arousal.
She paid no heed to the way the fabric clung to her silver hidden folds, the delicate curls matted beneath. Her entire exposed body already shimmered with a lewd sheen—thighs, waist, belly, navel—every inch branded by the essence of her own body.
After producing rivers of slick, the demons had once gone further, dunking her alive into the pool of her own fluids. She still remembered the suffocating agony of that morning, lungs burning as she nearly drowned in the stuff.
Now she radiated pure erotic fragrance, a wanton perfume that could never be mistaken for saintly. With every step, her massive breasts and plump ass swayed heavily, the clothes doing nothing to hide their impossible size. The long silver hair of her beauty swung like liquid moonlight, mesmerizing and dazzling.
She was the very image of a demoness who could topple a kingdom—neither saint nor holy, but ruin incarnate.
In truth, it was because of her that the Holy Kingdom of Astraea had already fallen. A woman who had toppled a nation was no exaggeration.
“......”
Her eyes remained unfocused as she walked, eventually reaching a door within the Demon King’s Castle.
“I’ll go in.”
She spoke at the threshold, opened the door, and stepped inside. What she saw there was William, suffering inside the parasites that devoured his flesh, screaming in agony while thrusting his hips forward and back to rape his great-granddaughter Sophia’s cunt without pause. Beside him, the once-mighty Gale Sword Emperor Kyle had been forcibly gender-bent by Mastema and was being pounded raw, forced to endure relentless penetration and breeding.
The former Emperors had fallen, paying the price of betrayal.
Though they had once been comrades, they shared no deep bond beyond the fact that they had all betrayed Jae-hyun together during the world-ending crisis. Lucretia had never liked either of them. She despised Ferdinand, Griffith, and Jason as well. In reality, the only man she had ever truly loved was the one she had betrayed—Kim Jae-hyun.
Love had twisted so deeply into obsession that she could never have come to prefer the betrayers over him.
Turning away with disinterest at the sight of their suffering, Lucretia discovered Jae-hyun surrounded by beautiful women.
Irene, seated on his lap, followed by the black-mage girl Rin sitting beside her, then standing in a line behind him: Selina, the Vampire Queen; Lucien, the Dark Elf Queen; Serphius, the Dark Dragon Lord; Lillian, the Succubus Queen. And kneeling before him was Estia, Rin’s mother—a simple human woman.
Standing before the man they all surrounded, Lucretia swallowed the fresh wave of bitterness and regret that rose within her and approached him.
“Have you called for me?”
She greeted with a polite bow, voice soft. Demons could never mistake the scent of a saintess radiating lewdness for anything but the most delicious prey. Had it not been his command, she would have been torn apart alive.
She had once been reduced to a living slaughterhouse, her breasts and buttocks carved away only to regrow instantly, supplying infinite meat. Her own flesh had been sliced into raw meats, rubbed across her body, then devoured by the demons in a scene that still sent chills down her spine.
Despite it all, her love for Jae-hyun remained untouched and undimmed. Her love had simply warped, but it burned as fiercely as Irene’s.
Jae-hyun ran his gaze over her body from head to toe, then lifted Irene from his lap and rose. He approached Lucretia, cupped her chin, and tilted her face so she could meet his eyes more clearly.
“You are always beautiful.”
He praised her beauty. No one surpassed her; he had admired her looks countless times already. It was only natural.
“…Thank you.”
Lucretia knew he hated her, so the compliment earned only a brief, polite “thank you” and a gaze brimming with fear. Yet when she looked up at him so closely, her cheeks did flush faintly.
His hand stroked the short pants that clung to her hips. Lucretia trembled, not in refusal but in confusion at the unexpected gentleness.
“Lucretia… does it feel good?”
Afraid to lie lest another torture await, she answered honestly, shame forgotten in the terror of punishment.
“Yes… I like it very much. If I could, I would gladly take your cock into my two holes.”
Having already been forced with countless men, she could speak such words without shame even as a saintess.
“Hahaha.”
Jae-hyun laughed at her reply.
“You are indeed a beautiful woman. Anyone would want to fuck you. I wanted you too, even back then.”
Despite Irene’s persuasion, the old Jae-hyun—human Jae-hyun—had already planned to take her as his second wife out of deep attraction, even without love.
His hand moved to her beautiful face. Slick glistened there, making it shiny and slippery. He found the sensation pleasant.
Lucretia’s heart raced uncontrollably, but her mind knew he would never kiss her. Just as she thought it, his fingers tangled roughly in her silver hair.
“Ahh!”
Pain flared. Jae-hyun warned her coldly.
“You have already thrown away your chance yourself, Lucretia. You committed a crime unforgivable even in eternity. I hate you. I curse you. I was born this way.”
He hurled her to the floor.
“Aaaah!”
She crashed down, screaming in agony, tears streaming as the impact jarred her body.
Looking down at her, Jae-hyun spoke.
“And I command you. If you obey this order well, I will treat you kindly in bed.”
She could not know he hid another lie. He had already tortured her while claiming he would be “kind,” and she had learned the truth.
Yet she still clung to the last scrap of hope.
“I… I will obey.”
Crying on the floor, she submitted. That was all she could do now. To escape the daily horrors, she had chosen this path.
“Good. Then it is settled.”
Jae-hyun had not only corrupted the saintess but also turned her into a loyal servant and a full combat force within the Forces of Darkness.
***
Word spread across the continent: the Hero’s party was launching a full-scale assault on Kim Jae-hyun.
The Valua and Gallia Kingdoms suffered a massive military hole after Kyle and William vanished. The other powers remained intact.
Minoa Kingdom, where Jason Light wielded absolute power as the king’s son-in-law, obeyed his every word.
The Habsburg Empire, under the combined command of Duke Griffith and Emperor Ferdinand, prepared for total war against the Dark Empire.
The 90 million angels and human troops of the Heavenly Realm existed only to sweep away the Demon Empire’s armies and carve a path to the Demon King.
The ancient Hero Yu Ji-ho, armed with holy weapons, had appeared as hope to countless people.
“Ji-ho! Ji-ho! Ji-ho!”
Soldiers chanted his name in cheers. The same roar they had once given when Jae-hyun marched against the previous Demon King Laylana. They had all betrayed Jae-hyun later, yet they would never betray Ji-ho.
He had prepared contingencies. He had subtly hinted to Griffith and Jason: at least two of his orders must be carried out.
If his own comrades betrayed him, Griffith and Jason would fight fiercely in his stead.
Moreover, his four wives were women who would never betray him, so the risk of betrayal was far lower than to Jae-hyun.
“Ji-ho, the battle is about to begin.”
Beside him, his wife Silvia smiled as her blue-silver hair swayed gently.
This was her first time stepping onto a battlefield alongside Ji-ho. In the past, when he had fought the Demon King Karkus, she had been nothing but a powerless princess.
She, Ruina, and Rachel were all in their twenties, yet they were actually seventy or seventy-one years old—the secret no soldier in this world should ever have known.
The soldiers, unaware of their true ages, envied the youthfully beautiful wives who accompanied Ji-ho.
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