The Ancient Hero's Wives Being Broken In by the Demon King
The clash between the ancient hero and the Demon King had ended in absolute victory for the Demon King.
Heaven's angels, who had launched a full-scale assault on the Dark Empire, were now savoring a nightmare of sheer despair.
"Kyahaha!"
A colossal beast with flames engulfing its entire body spread enormous black wings and swung its massive whip with terrifying force. It was the Balrog Lord, Ungkor.
With every lash of his whip, angel after angel—male and female alike—screamed as their bodies were torn apart and burned to cinders. The sight was mercilessly brutal.
Since Jae-hyun had granted him free rein to slaughter, Ungkor had become a whirlwind of carnage, his movements wild and unrestrained.
In other directions, the angels attacking the Dark Empire from alternate fronts were meeting the same fate.
The Incubus Army led by Baros was carving through male angels without mercy and dragging female angels into captivity. While Ungkor slaughtered indiscriminately, the lust-driven incubi focused on capturing the women, whose grim destiny was only too obvious.
On yet another front, the human soldiers were faring no better. Dark Elf Queen Lucien's blade flashed as she reveled in the slaughter, delighting in the festive carnage she was creating.
"Aaaah! Run!"
"We can't beat demons!"
Watching their beautiful, black-haired Dark Elf Queen cut down countless humans, the soldiers felt as if they had fallen into the very depths of hell.
"Haaa~ We need to finish this quickly and return."
Though she was enjoying the ecstasy of slaughter, Lucien's true goal was to obey Jae-hyun's orders and leave soon. She had to teach those insolent fools who dared invade the Dark Empire what real hell felt like, but at the same time she could not wait to watch the future wives of the ancient hero begin their descent into corruption.
The slaughter wrought by these demonic forces, and the overwhelming strength of the various race leaders commanding them, had become an absolute catastrophe for both humanity and the angels.
But with the archangels and the hope of the ancient hero's party all fallen, hope had been shattered. The angels, the humans, and even the dragons who had not yet been drawn into battle had all lost their will to fight.
It had been roughly one hour since despair had swallowed the entire continent.
In the Demon King's Castle at the capital of the Dark Empire—Pandemonium—the imprisoned Yu Ji-ho and his party were being held in custody.
However, the dragons and angels faced far worse fates. Male angels and male dragons were being hauled away as experimental subjects, while female angels and female dragons had already fallen into the clutches of the demonic sex slaves.
Among the dragons Jae-hyun had previously captured, the female ones had been repeatedly used by him before being tossed to his subordinates; they were now all pure sex slaves for the demons.
Yu Ji-ho, Gabriel, and the other archangels, along with the Dragon Lord, had been sealed inside the dungeon, their powers completely suppressed.
Knowing the relationship between Gabriel and Ji-ho, Jae-hyun had no intention of letting her go untouched. He would break her in as well, but first there was still work to be done. For now he had simply bound her in his room and left her sitting on a chair with her head bowed.
"Kukuku..."
The first order of business was obvious: subduing and breaking Ji-ho's wives.
Gabriel was already secured inside the room, but Jae-hyun had deliberately not brought the others directly to her. Instead he would walk them through the castle's halls, letting them see everything before they reached the final destination.
Thanks to this leisurely tour, Rachel, Ruina, Silvia, and Kim Da-gyeom had been treated to countless views of the Demon King's Castle.
They had seen many female angels and dragons who had already been broken into sex slaves by the demons—some lost in overwhelming pleasure, their swollen bellies heavy with pregnancy.
Seeing their own futures reflected in those women, all four felt a deep wave of dread.
"Walk faster."
Jae-hyun slapped Rachel and Ruina's firm bottoms with his hands and ordered them forward.
Because this was the day of the final battle with the Demon King, Rachel and Ruina moved with perfect precision in the tight black leather hot pants that hugged their curves. They had always preferred pants over skirts during their time on Earth; the form-fitting hot pants gave them the freedom of movement they needed as swordswomen.
Silvia and Kim Da-gyeom were free to choose whatever they liked. For Rachel and Ruina, however, the choice of clothing was critical. If they wore jeans and moved too aggressively, the fabric would tear; a skirt would flash their underwear with every step, exposing them to humiliation.
They had naturally settled on hot pants.
Silvia wore a crisp white dress that reached the middle of her thighs, while Kim Da-gyeom was dressed in a white blouse and jeans.
Watching their bound hands behind their backs and their fully suppressed bodies as they walked was endlessly entertaining.
In particular, Jae-hyun was brutally cruel: he had locked Ji-ho away, then displayed these very scenes on a screen directly in front of him so the ancient hero would suffer live as his wives became the pleasure of others.
With sound enabled, every scream and moan was crystal clear.
"Uuh..."
"Euh..."
Rachel and Ruina trembled with humiliation yet did not stop moving. Jae-hyun had already shown them the horrors that had been inflicted on Saint Lucretia; the sight of her broken body had been far worse than death itself. If the only threat had been simple murder, they would have chosen to die rather than be defiled. But the torments Lucretia endured—eggs inserted into her breasts and buttocks that hatched and devoured her flesh from within, blades erupting from an incubus's penis to carve her insides apart, and the excruciating pain of being forced to give birth—were horrors no mere killing could match.
At first the two women had fought fiercely against Jae-hyun's touch, but now, as the moment to truly enter their bodies drew near, their terror won out and they obeyed in silence.
At last they reached the room. The walk had taken a little longer than expected, but they had all found the experience strangely pleasurable.
Of course, they were pleased with themselves, but the true delight came from knowing that Ji-ho— who had dared to target the one thing Jae-hyun had claimed as his own, Irene—would be watching this very scene and suffering mentally beyond measure.
Naturally, Jae-hyun had the screen playing directly in front of Ji-ho, monitoring every movement and word as if he stood right outside the cell.
Soon Ferdinand, Griffith, and Jason would taste their own revenge, but right now he cared only about making Ji-ho suffer.
Squeak—
The door opened on its own even though Jae-hyun had not touched it. He stepped behind the trembling Rachel, Ruina, Silvia, and Kim Da-gyeom, slapping their bottoms in turn.
"Don't make me repeat myself. Enter."
Jae-hyun's cold voice carried crushing pressure. The women hurried inside, and he followed them in.
The door closed behind them with a final, ominous click.
Inside, a single wooden cross stood in the center of the room. The moment the four wives saw it, their faces drained of all color.
"Huh—!"
Kim Da-gyeom quickly covered her mouth, swallowing the scream that threatened to escape.
The cross was adorned with beautiful silver-haired Saint Lucretia, her body pierced by countless spikes and bathed in blood.
Rachel, Ruina, and Silvia looked pale as well. Kim Da-gyeom, who had spent her life in modern Earth and therefore had the least immunity to cruelty, felt a terror that words could not express.
"Ahhhhh..."
Lucretia let out a heartbroken moan, tears streaming down her cheeks. These were tears of unbearable pain.
Although she had submitted to Jae-hyun, he had not forgiven her. He was deliberately inflicting those same torments upon her again.
But the room was not empty.
"Hyung oppa~"
A clear, cheerful voice called out as a beautiful golden-haired girl ran forward and threw herself into Jae-hyun's arms. Irene, still completely naked like Lucretia, was immediately pulled into a tight embrace. Jae-hyun stroked her soft bottom and held her silently for a moment.
Inside the room, Archangel Gabriel sat bound to a chair, head bowed in defeat. Jae-hyun's lovers—Lillian and Estia, Selina, Lucien, Serphius, and Lillian—were also completely naked and waiting for their master to return. Their eyes were fixed on the four wives, observing them like senior concubines who had already been broken in.
The four wives felt a chill run down their spines as they realized that the sight of Lucretia and these naked women was only a preview of their own futures.
"Then, shall we begin?"
Jae-hyun finally moved behind Kim Da-gyeom. Because of her Earthly-Korean features, she was the one the ancient hero had shown the most interest in. He had decided to enjoy her body first.
It was only 7 a.m. There was still plenty of time for him to pleasure all four women that day.
"Very well, Kim Da-gyeom. It's time to taste your years."
His two hands slid onto her buttocks.
"N-no!"
Kim Da-gyeom reacted with fierce resistance. Though she had obeyed after seeing Lucretia's torments, the moment sex was truly about to begin, she began to struggle and fight back.
Jae-hyun watched her writhing body, bound hands behind her back, desperately trying to free herself from his grip. He found the sight irresistibly cute.
"Yes, that's how I like you—full of fire."
He wanted her to fight and thrash even harder. The more violently she resisted, the deeper the mental torment he would inflict on Ji-ho when he watched.
His hands, resting on her buttocks, moved forward to peel away the jeans she was wearing.