Being Domesticated by the Demon King — The Ancient Hero's Wives (Part 3)
Irene pulled Kim Da-gyeom in from behind, her arms wrapping securely around the girl’s waist. Naturally, the soft, golden curls covering Irene’s mound and the delicate skin around it brushed against Da-gyeom’s buttocks, while the overwhelming, perfectly rounded swell of her breasts—full to the point of bursting—pressed firmly against her back.
The sensation sent a hot flush racing across Da-gyeom’s cheeks. Even among other women, Irene’s beauty was so mesmerizing that mere females found themselves captivated by it.
And the moment Irene embraced her from behind, Jae-hyun released his hold on her arms. Yet Da-gyeom was already trapped against Irene’s body, so even if she could have moved, she couldn’t. Her own arms remained pinned helplessly at her sides, leaving her completely exposed.
“This isn’t necessary anymore, is it?”
Jae-hyun spoke as he reached for the pristine white blouse still clinging to Da-gyeom’s body. It was simple enough to peel away; it had been designed to bare the arms in the first place. Still, Irene kept her pinned from behind, forcing her arms straight up overhead in a helpless stretch, as if she were waving in surrender. Moments later, the blouse slipped off completely. All that remained was a tiny white bra that barely contained her breasts.
Her bust wasn’t quite as large as Irene’s, but compared to the average Korean woman, it was undeniably impressive. Ever since she had started training in magic at seventeen, her body had been carefully nurtured with mana flows. Her figure was the perfect result of that disciplined growth.
Yet beneath the white bra, her flawless white skin was entirely exposed elsewhere—every curve on proud display. The sight of her naked beauty was almost blinding.
Da-gyeom knew that screaming would change nothing. She had already accepted her fate. Tears filled her eyes and her body shook with terror as she stared at Jae-hyun’s cold, smiling face. He leaned in close, inhaling the scent rising from her hair.
The fragrance that came from Kim Da-gyeom—pure, sweet, and utterly irresistible—made Jae-hyun’s mouth water. To any demon, humans were merely food. And to a demon who adored beautiful women, Da-gyeom was nothing short of a succulent piece of meat. The same was true for Rachel, Ruina, and Silvia.
But Jae-hyun, who refused to eat human flesh, savored her scent as if it were the perfume of an angel. He traced the tip of his tongue along both tear-soaked cheeks, tasting the salt of her sorrow.
“Hic!”
Startled by the sudden touch, Da-gyeom’s eyes flew open in panic. Jae-hyun simply smiled coldly and peeled away her bra.
The moment the white fabric slid free, her perfect breasts were revealed in full—naked, untouched, glowing with innocent beauty. She was now completely bare, exposed to the merciless gaze of the Demon King.
“Ah— no! Ugh—!”
Desperate to cover herself, Da-gyeom tried to move her arms. But Irene held them locked behind her back with unbreakable strength, preventing any escape. The grip was iron. The girl’s attempts were useless.
“Just relax and enjoy it,” Irene whispered sweetly from behind, her breath warm against Da-gyeom’s ear. “After all, you were always destined to carry Jae-hyun’s child today. Even if you could preserve your purity tomorrow, what would be the point if you already got pregnant?”
Da-gyeom understood the logic. There was no point in resisting. She had known from the beginning that Jae-hyun intended to take her—no matter how much she hesitated earlier. That hesitation had only made everything worse.
And yet… there had been a brief window of opportunity. She simply hadn’t spoken up fast enough.
Jae-hyun’s hands began to knead her breasts roughly. The feeling was overwhelming. Eyes squeezed shut, Da-gyeom bit back a moan. But the moment his fingers pinched her sensitive pink nipples—twisting and tugging—she could no longer hold it in.
“Hii—!”
Her cry escaped involuntarily. Jae-hyun noticed the way her nipples had hardened into tight little peaks. Despite her shame, her body betrayed her; it was clearly enjoying every second of the assault.
“How delightful. Once you’re pregnant, your milk will flow so nicely.”
He spoke as though he could impregnate her right there and then. And he meant every word. He had no intention of toying with her slowly. He would taste her, then fill her womb immediately afterward. After all, enjoying her body first and then breeding her were two separate acts.
“Ah, and you probably suspect already. The other women who are naked right now are blurred and hidden in a mosaic, but your own appearance is being shown to Yu Ji-ho and that bastard exactly as you are. Hehe.”
Da-gyeom had already guessed. Rachel, Ruina, and Silvia knew their husbands were watching. But knowing and seeing it actually happening were two entirely different horrors.
“A… ah…”
Her legs went weak. The thought that her husband was watching another man’s cock inside her made her knees buckle. She nearly collapsed, but Irene’s arms kept her upright.
“Lift her,” Jae-hyun commanded.
Irene obeyed instantly, smiling as she answered. “Yes.” Then she hooked her fingers behind Da-gyeom’s thighs and hoisted the slender girl upward. With demonic strength, even those slender arms somehow supported the full weight of a beautiful, athletic woman.
Da-gyeom’s legs dangled helplessly as Irene raised her higher, positioning her mound directly in front of Jae-hyun’s face.
“Hii— no—!”
Thanks to Irene’s support, her arms were finally free. One hand flew up to cover her breasts, the other desperately reached down to shield her exposed sex. But Jae-hyun simply brushed both hands aside, then pinned her wrists together and admired her dripping cunt from up close.
“Mmm~”
He pressed his face right up against her folds, breathing in the sweet, healthy scent of a pure young woman. It smelled like fresh fruit—deliciously sweet and feminine.
“P-please… stop. I’ll do anything you want. Please…”
Da-gyeom begged, voice trembling. Jae-hyun nodded with a low chuckle.
“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Anything you can do, right? Hehe.”
Her words had slipped out before she realized it. A wave of panic washed over her. Before she could regret them, Jae-hyun spoke again.
“Good. Then stop smelling your husband’s cock. From now on, you will honestly feel the pleasure your body gives you.”
“Eek— what—?!”
She tried to fight back, but her body wouldn’t obey. The contract had already sealed her fate. She had promised to endure anything he asked. In exchange, she would simply have to watch and feel the pleasure she was forced to accept.
“Hii—!”
Jae-hyun’s tongue slid through her folds and began to lap. Da-gyeom’s legs jerked in Irene’s grip, trying to pull away, but she remained stubbornly quiet, suffering in perfect silence.
“Mmm. Delicious.”
He licked deeper, tasting her juices, then smiled with satisfaction. Da-gyeom felt nothing but shame. She could only cry, her arms still pinned. The contract left her powerless to resist.
Beautiful and perfect as she was, Da-gyeom wasn’t on the level of Irene, Lucrezia, or the highest beauties of every race. But she was still the kind of woman who would soon be conquered by the Demon King. Jae-hyun, however, remained strangely calm. He acted passionately with Irene, but with the others he showed almost no excitement. Even among them, only Estiana and Lin—women who looked like Irene—held his particular fondness. Still, he wasn’t truly aroused by her beauty. What thrilled him most was the fact that he was making her husband watch.
“Yu Ji-ho has a truly pathetic wife on his hands. After all, this one hasn’t even given him a child yet. Today I’ll plant my seed. In ten days she’ll be carrying my baby. When her belly is nicely swollen, I’ll bring her straight to him. I wonder what expression he’ll make when he sees his wife—already bred by me—with a swollen belly like mine. Hehe. I can’t wait.”
Da-gyeom trembled in fear. She knew it was coming. No matter what she said, he would only mock her. Silence was the only option.
Her silence only made Jae-hyun smirk. He continued licking, fingers teasing the wet black curls around her mound, then dove back in to taste her again.
“Hii—! Ahh—! Aah—! Aaah—! Haaah—!”
Da-gyeom shook her head wildly from side to side, trying to endure the overwhelming pleasure. But the contract stripped her of any choice. She had to feel everything—every lick, every thrust of his tongue against her clit. The sensation was so intense it hurt her conscience.
Jae-hyun’s tongue found her swollen clitoris and flicked it gently.
“Haaaaah—!”
The moment that sensitive spot was touched, Da-gyeom’s body convulsed. She twisted helplessly, unable to resist the wave of ecstasy. Her mind was starting to go blank. The husband she loved was watching a stranger’s tongue buried inside her.
And then Jae-hyun pulled away, freed his cock, and lined it up.
“Irene, lower her.”
“Yes.”
“Aaaah—!”
Da-gyeom dropped back down, her legs still trembling. The sudden stretch of his thick cock filling her was too much. She realized too late that she had already taken him inside her. The pleasure that followed was overwhelming.