The Cursed Emperor and Duke
"Uuuuu...
After Jae-hyun and Irene left, Ferdinand could finally feel the truth that he was still alive. But he was not happy at all.
"Irene... Irene... Irene..."
It was because Jae-hyun had taken Irene away from him.
The moment Irene's body collapsed, Ferdinand finally felt the crushing emptiness that had consumed him for ten full years. He had enjoyed Irene's perfect body every single day, exploring it in countless ways, and now that he could never taste her again, the despair was driving him mad.
"Kruuuuu! That lowly bastard... Irene is my bitch. Mine."
If things had gone according to plan, he would have been fucking her right now. In fact, he had intended to play with her first with just his hands, savoring her completely, and only then to fuck her until she screamed.
Ferdinand had enjoyed every inch of Irene's body every day without discrimination, but he had always preferred burying himself deep inside her tight ass. Anal was better because her vagina was out of bounds on her periods, so he could enjoy her ass freely every single day.
After all, Irene had already reached the realm where all internal impurities naturally disappeared, so her ass was never filthy. If she wanted, she could simply use Clean Magic to wipe it clean, and even if he licked it clean himself, it would cause no problem.
'I have to taste that slut's asshole again!'
Thinking of Irene's ass, Ferdinand staggered to his feet. He had seen the body of the strongest life form born in the Middle World—the Flash Magic Swordswoman—every day. Her pristine body, with black wings and an 18-year-old virgin face, pierced by his cock, moaning lewdly while swinging her hips. The way her hole clenched around him had been nothing short of miraculous.
Moreover, the tightness was incredible. No other woman's front or back holes could compare to hers.
But the possibility of feeling that deliciously tight hole again was now fading away.
"Your Majesty!"
Someone rushed in desperately. The man who had only arrived after Jae-hyun and Irene had already left was a middle-aged man in his forties, possessing a handsome face.
It was Griffith Ricardo, the Great Sage.
That was both his nickname and his true name. He was one of the six leading betrayers of Jae-hyun, the current head of the Ricardo Duchy, and Ferdinand's most trusted subordinate.
By the standards of the age, except for Irene—the Flash Magic Swordswoman, who had reached the pinnacle of both swordsmanship and magic—alongside Jason Light, the Archmage of Flame, he was considered one of the continent's strongest mages.
Griffith had not noticed that Jae-hyun's barrier had allowed Irene to regain her senses and be taken away. Only after the barrier disappeared did he realize she was gone.
Her aura could not be sensed anywhere in the royal palace, and the tracking magic he had prepared in case of such an event had already been dispelled.
'It definitely felt like her aura was there just moments ago!'
Just a short while ago, he had clearly sensed Irene's aura and even Ferdinand's own. Yet he had not thought it could be a trap set by Jae-hyun, and even if he suspected it, he had no proof.
More importantly, he was relieved that the Emperor remained safe. He had sworn loyalty to Ferdinand with his life and mana.
"Kugh! Duke Ricardo! Why are you so late!"
Ferdinand, whose wife had been stolen (?), vented his resentment at the latecomer Griffith. It was an unbearable feeling for him.
Tomorrow was the day he could finally break the new power Jae-hyun had obtained from studying Laylana's corpse and transform Irene into a Demon King capable of defeating him.
But because of that one-day delay, his frustration burned even hotter.
"Forgive me, Your Majesty."
Griffith simply lowered his head at the Emperor's roar.
'Kru... Irene!'
Knowing that yelling at Griffith would achieve nothing, Ferdinand let out one final shout before turning his thoughts back to Irene. The perfect body that no one else could ever match. Especially her ass—he wanted to suck, lick, and fuck it freely, to finger and stretch it until Irene screamed and her hips bucked in ecstasy.
That was when—
CLANG—
The door suddenly slammed shut, and a barrier sealed the room.
"W-what is happening, Duke Ricardo?!"
Ferdinand asked Griffith in fear, certain that Jae-hyun had returned once more. Yet Griffith stared at him with an unnatural silence.
A young Emperor with red hair, and the middle-aged man with brown hair who was staring at him so intently. Of course Griffith was over ninety years old in reality, but the dignified appearance he wore was an illusion for those who saw him. His true body remained that of a twenty-year-old.
"It is not what you think, Your Majesty."
Griffith's voice had become low, but Ferdinand, trusting his sworn loyalty, ignored the tone and snapped.
"Then what is it?! What happened?! Speak!"
"You will not be able to leave this place, Your Majesty."
Only now did Ferdinand sense something was terribly wrong.
"T-this is... something's wrong! Duke Griffith! Are you committing treason?! You swore loyalty to me with your life and mana!"
"Indeed, I swore loyalty to Your Majesty. That is why I understand that this is loyalty given to a Majesty who is grieving the loss of Empress Irene."
Griffith truly believed in his loyalty, and only then did Ferdinand realize what curse Jae-hyun had laid upon him.
'A cunning Demon King like that! The bastard dared to curse me! He used you, Duke Griffith, to ruin me!'
Yet he still believed it was a mistake. Jae-hyun had no intention of killing him, and he had never intended to die in the first place.
Ferdinand was the one he hated and loathed the most in this world, the top priority in his revenge. That was why Jae-hyun had not only cursed him not to die but had prepared every possible defense.
A protection that activated in life-threatening danger. A life-prevention curse so he could not commit suicide. Pain doubled, yet his mind was protected so completely that he would never go mad.
And just then, Griffith slapped Ferdinand's ass hard with his palm.
"Hmmm... firm as ever."
"Aaaah! You dare hit me?! You madman! I mean—Duke! Come to your senses! Break free from the Demon King's curse! Hurry! It is my order! If you truly swear loyalty to me, break free from the curse at once!"
Ferdinand screamed desperately, but Griffith ignored him and forcibly stripped his pants.
"Aaaaargh! Something's wrong! This can't be!"
Only now did Ferdinand finally understand the meaning of the words Jae-hyun had spoken: experience the pain Irene suffered.
He had always enjoyed Irene's ass, had always tormented it. Yet now it was his own ass—the virgin hole of his young body—that faced crisis.
He tried to flee, but Griffith Ricardo, one of the strongest archmages, could not be escaped from.
"Heh... Hold."
With a simple spell, Ferdinand was petrified. His eyes rolled as he froze in a crawling posture.
"Heh, Your Majesty. Why can you not appreciate my loyalty? I, Griffith von Ricardo, am utterly wronged. Now Your Majesty will truly understand my loyalty, and I will awaken Your true self."
Ferdinand screamed inwardly at those words.
'You crazy bastard! Wake up! Loyalty?! This is the ultimate betrayal!'
Griffith placed his hand on the crawling Emperor's ass and grinned.
"Here we go. Your Majesty, here is the mark of my loyalty!"
'Aaaaargh!'
SQUELCH—!
Without any preparation, the merciless pain from his ass was felt, as if a nail were being driven through it. Ferdinand could vividly recall how much it had hurt when Irene's ass had been forcibly pierced. And right after, from behind, Griffith continued the actions words could never describe, moving his hips vigorously.
"Uwp... kuuh..."
The face of the Emperor—a man—pierced in the ass by the Duke—a man—slowly began to flush red.
* * *
Seria's soul would normally have remained at the place of her death, watching the scene of Emperor Ferdinand—her father, who was being violated by Duke Griffith—being raped.
But whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, both her body and soul had been taken away by Jae-hyun. From Ferdinand's perspective, it appeared only her body had been removed, but in truth, her soul had been taken as well.
And Jae-hyun did not return directly to the Demon King's Castle. Instead, in a remote mountain with no one around, he stood alone with Irene.
Seria's body, with its upper and lower halves separated, floated in mid-air, while her soul remained fully present at this location.
[Uuu...]
At this place, Seria fully realized she was dead and that she had perished by the sword of her beautiful, admired mother.
Yet she could not accept her own death.
Before the pure soul of an eight-year-old girl, the Demon King showed no hesitation as he stroked every part of Irene's body.
"Mmm..."
When Jae-hyun's hands touched her breasts, ass, and thighs, Irene let out a particularly pleasurable sound and smiled sweetly.
Even though he would soon turn her into a demon, right now she was still a pure human. And because Jae-hyun himself was human, he preferred the body of a human woman over the bodies of countless beautiful women from the Demon World.
That was also why he had loved Lin so dearly.
At this moment, it was nothing more than simple caressing. Jae-hyun had never intended to have sex with Irene in this remote mountain, and they were simply sharing intimate moments.
Having reunited after ten years, Jae-hyun felt as if the emptiness he had always felt even after becoming Demon King had finally been filled.
He could not explain it properly, but it felt as if the moments when he could not breathe were finally over.
However, he no longer trusted Irene completely. That was why he planned to turn her into a demon so she would forever submit to him. The Demon King who had become so due to his comrades and the betrayal of the world had grown into someone filled with distrust—no one could be trusted.
"Hmm."
As Jae-hyun stroked Irene's ass, he sensed something and chuckled softly.
"Oppa, is there something good?"
Irene asked with a smile at Jae-hyun's chuckle, and he nodded.
"Yes. Hehe... Irene, the pain you suffered, that bastard Ferdinand is experiencing it vividly right now."
At the perfect timing, the moment he sensed Griffith forcibly piercing Ferdinand's young ass.