The Ancient Hero's Wives, Broken by the Demon King – Part 2
Kim Da-gyeom thrashed desperately, her beautiful black hair cascading down her back and fluttering with every frantic movement.
Kim Jae-hyun’s hand stretched out, buttoning the front of her jeans and then pulling down the zipper with deliberate slowness.
“N-no! I don’t want it! I don’t want it!”
Kim Da-gyeom’s voice cracked with sobs as she struggled wildly, her slender frame twisting and turning in futile panic. Although Jae-hyun’s grip was only on one side of her hips, the magical suppression she carried made escape impossible. She was nothing more than a healthy, athletic twenty-two-year-old Earth woman trapped in the grip of the ruthless Demon King.
The jeans slid down just a fraction, revealing the edge of her white panties at the top of her thighs.
“Kyahaaaak!”
Kim Da-gyeom screamed loudly, her eyes wide with horror. The humiliating sight of her most private area now partially exposed sent a fresh wave of shame through her. Unlike Irene and Jae-hyun’s other lovers, who wore no panties because they made love every day, or the demon women of the Demon World who found undergarments bothersome, Kim Da-gyeom had always worn panties as a matter of course.
To show only her lower body in nothing but panties—to another man, not her beloved husband—would be unbearably embarrassing and degrading.
If her hands had been free, she would have grabbed the sliding jeans and tried to pull them back up. But her wrists remained bound, so she could only twist her hips and desperately try to keep the fabric from slipping further.
“Does it really scare you that much?”
Jae-hyun asked calmly, knowing full well he could have stripped her completely if he wished. He was deliberately toying with her fear.
“Y-yes! P-please…!”
Kim Da-gyeom trembled violently, tears streaming down her cheeks. Younger than Rachel, Ruina, and Silvia, and having lived an easy life thanks to her father’s wealth—except for the night she almost lost her virginity to the second-generation heir—she had never faced anything as terrifying as this moment of pure helplessness. The thought of rape was terrifying, but the idea of being broken like Lucrezia was even worse. She wanted nothing more than to collapse and sob uncontrollably.
Kim Da-gyeom was a stunning beauty who rivaled the greatest beauties of the fantasy world from eight thousand years ago. Her smile alone could melt hearts, and even top-tier celebrities paled beside her. The second-generation heir had resorted to crime just to claim her once. Yet the man holding her now was a cold, merciless Demon King who saw her only as a prize.
“Fine. Then let me give you a choice.”
Jae-hyun’s tone remained that of a Demon King, refusing to release his sadistic control.
“A c-choice?”
Though the offer reeked of a trap, Kim Da-gyeom—cornered and desperate—reacted immediately. Rachel, Ruina, and Silvia watched with wide eyes, their own fates now tied to her decision.
“Two options. The first is to release Yu Ji-ho freely from here in exchange for you belonging to me forever. The second is to protect your chastity by destroying him. Hahaha, choose. Which will you decide on?”
Kim Da-gyeom’s face turned ashen. This truly was a Demon’s proposal.
One choice would eventually force her to abandon the other. She felt the weight of the entire world resting on her shoulders alone. Her beloved husband’s fate and her own hung in the balance.
If she chose the first option, she would become Jae-hyun’s eternal concubine. She could never grow old or die. She would live forever as his plaything.
If she chose the second, she would be sacrificing her husband. What meaning would protecting her chastity have if it meant letting Yu Ji-ho die?
“Since you can’t choose today, it doesn’t matter. Decide tomorrow. Until then, I’ll enjoy every inch of your body.”
“N-no…”
Kim Da-gyeom’s anxiety over the delay only sharpened her terror of what would happen right now.
With her body already defiled, the choice left would be only one: to reach out to the man she loved with dirty, selfish hands, unwilling to sacrifice herself to save him.
“Then let’s begin.”
Jae-hyun released the ropes binding her arms. As her hands became free, Kim Da-gyeom immediately grabbed at her sliding jeans, trying to zip them back up.
But Jae-hyun moved in front of her in an instant, pulling her into his arms and pressing his lips against hers in a forceful kiss.
“Mmmph—!”
Kim Da-gyeom gasped in shock, struggling wildly. No matter how hard she twisted, she could not escape the Demon King’s embrace.
In high school she had been the undisputed beauty of the class, and Yu Ji-ho had fallen for her first. Even among celebrities, no one compared to her. The second-generation heir had tried to rape her only because her beauty was that overwhelming.
Yet this was her first kiss—and not with Yu Ji-ho, but with the man who had betrayed him.
Jae-hyun’s right hand stayed pinned against her lower back while his left slipped inside her jeans, stroking her panties over her buttocks with growing boldness.
“Mmm—!”
Kim Da-gyeom fought desperately to breathe, but Jae-hyun’s tongue invaded her mouth, tasting and teasing her with merciless hunger.
She tried to push him back, biting down on his tongue. But the moment she did, his tongue hardened like steel, sending pain shooting through her teeth. She could only surrender, her tongue being mastered by his, her mouth filled with his every whim, her hips completely helpless under his wandering fingers.
This scene was being watched live by Yu Ji-ho. His wife, defiled in the arms of the man who had ruined him, forced to kiss while her own hands guided the Demon King’s fingers over her bare skin—every humiliating detail was crystal clear to him.
In front of Jae-hyun, Kim Da-gyeom’s beautiful face was the only thing he saw, but he could also sense Yu Ji-ho clenching his teeth in silent rage, barely holding back his fury.
Jae-hyun’s tongue finally withdrew with one last lick across her teeth and palate. His lips left hers.
“Haah…”
Kim Da-gyeom finally gasped for air, her body trembling. Rachel, Ruina, and Silvia—Jae-hyun’s other wives—were next in line. They could feel the terror building inside them, yet they could not move. Selina, Lucien, and Lillian stood behind them, arms wrapped around their waists, holding them in place as though they were merely guiding them.
Jae-hyun had already given the order before they even entered the room. Even if he had simply bound them to chairs like Gabriel, the result would have been the same.
Gazing at Kim Da-gyeom’s dazed expression, he murmured, “What a firm, delicious ass you have.”
His hand had only been stroking over her panties until now, but now it slipped beneath the fabric, cupping her bare skin with open desire.
“No—please! N-no more…!”
Kim Da-gyeom begged, knowing resistance was useless. Jae-hyun ignored her, his fingers pushing deeper, kneading her bare buttocks with rough, possessive strokes.
“Ugh…”
Tears began to spill from her eyes. The sight of this proud, stunning beauty crying from shame and humiliation should have moved anyone. But the Demon King felt nothing but satisfaction. He had deliberately made her cry so that Yu Ji-ho would witness every second of her degradation.
“Kyah—!”
Kim Da-gyeom tried to scream, but the sound dissolved into a moan as Jae-hyun’s fingers suddenly plunged inside her tight anus.
“T-there… ahh—!”
Her body jerked violently. It was not pain that twisted her features—it looked far more like pleasure. In truth, she was feeling her own anus being penetrated by his fingers. She knew the sensation well from Yu Ji-ho’s past touches, yet the fact that it was the enemy of the man she loved who was now claiming her made her mortification unbearable.
Jae-hyun laughed softly at her blushing face and then casually pulled her jeans and panties down in one smooth motion. His hands no longer needed to tug; the fabric simply slid away by itself.
Kim Da-gyeom’s naked lower body was now fully exposed—her pussy, her buttocks, every intimate part laid bare without shame or cover.
“Kyahaaaaak!”
She screamed again, trying desperately to cover herself with both hands. But she remained trapped in Jae-hyun’s arms, unable to move her limbs freely, let alone shield her most private areas.
“Irene, hold her.”
“Yes, Jae-hyun oppa.”
Irene stepped forward, still completely naked, her radiant beauty on full display. Yu Ji-ho could not see Irene’s body—nor that of Jae-hyun’s other lovers—because the Demon King had set up a mosaic filter on every video. No one would ever know what lay beneath those sacred images.