The Birth of the Great Archdemon
Ahh... Aaah!
Lucretia shook her body violently, her magnificent breasts—two enormous, flawless globes of pure white flesh—bouncing and swaying with every brutal thrust. No, the shaking wasn’t driven by her will at all. Her body moved on its own, helpless, as the colossal penis slammed into her again and again, forcing those heavy breasts to bounce wildly up and down.
The creature’s partner was no mere human. Sheathed in the form of a gorilla-like beast, it was a tentacled abomination from the Demon World. The thick, ridged monster cock it wielded wasn’t simply large—it was a weapon, a blunt instrument built to destroy. Lucretia could feel her insides being torn apart with every savage stroke, yet her body betrayed her, clenching and squeezing desperately around the invasion.
Ahp… Please… Just kill me… Ugh…
Her pleas were broken, pathetic, muffled into the beast’s shoulder. The gorilla-like Tarzan paid no attention. It only grunted and drove deeper, its thick tentacles wrapping around her wrists and pinning her arms. Lucretia’s silver hair was already a mess, strands sticking to her tear-streaked cheeks, but her eyes—once so pure and holy—burned with raw, humiliated shame.
But it was worse than the pain.
She could feel it. The impossible pleasure. The way her body was responding despite everything. A broken, involuntary moan slipped from her lips as the beast’s member dragged against that most forbidden spot inside her. She clamped her thighs tighter, trying to hide the wetness dripping down her trembling thighs, but it was already too late. The creature’s tentacles only tightened in approval.
Huhuhu.
From the safety of Kim Jae-hyun’s lap, Irene watched the entire scene with a forced smile. It didn’t last long. A genuine laugh escaped her, sweet and bright, as she watched the beautiful woman who had once been Ferdinand’s empress being thoroughly ruined.
She was naked too. Her own long golden hair spilled over her shoulders, and her perfect breasts rose and fell with her every excited breath. Juices from her own pussy ran down her thighs in thick, glistening strands. Her rear was still stretched wide around Jae-hyun’s thick cock, the head buried deep inside her as she sat on his lap, but her face was pure bliss.
There was no comparison. A beautiful woman being forcibly fucked by a monster versus making love with the man she loved—the difference was the difference between heaven and earth. Everyone who had ever felt both knew it.
Ugh! Hhuk!
Irene bounced harder on Jae-hyun’s lap, her own breasts swaying like ripe fruit, nipples hard and flushed. Her golden hair whipped around as she moved, and her tight rear rippled with every downstroke. The pressure against her prostate sent sparks of ecstasy racing through her entire body, making her movements faster and more desperate.
A few minutes later, the dam broke.
Haahh!!!
Irene came with a scream, her body convulsing as Jae-hyun pumped another heavy load straight into her womb. The creamy flood of his demonic cum filled her to the brim, overflowing around his shaft and dripping down onto his balls.
Aaaah! No! Haaah!!!
Lucretia’s scream was one of pure despair. She was right on the edge, her own body trembling as her cervix was forced open again and again. She desperately tried to climb off Tarzan’s massive body, but her legs were like jelly. The beast simply held her in place, its thick penis buried to the hilt inside her as it began to pump.
I don’t want it! I don’t want to get pregnant!
Her voice cracked, silver hair disheveled and wild. Tears streamed down her face as she realized the terrible truth: she was being forced to carry Jae-hyun’s child while the woman she hated—the woman she had once tormented—was being worshipped and loved by the man she loved.
Kuk. Not bad, right?
Jae-hyun chuckled softly, stroking Irene’s hair. The girl melted into his touch like a happy puppy, pressing her cheek into his palm with a blissful smile.
Both of them had lost ten years. Irene had spent those years as a broken doll, replaying revenge in her dreams. Jae-hyun had waited, plotting, sharpening his hatred until it was a blade. But right now, that lost decade felt like nothing. Irene’s body—though not innocent—had felt better than any other, and the way she moved on his lap, riding him so perfectly, was pure proof.
She opened her eyes first, golden strands framing her face, and looked up at him.
Ah… Um, oppa.
What is it?
Oppa… When you were still the Demon King, how many women did you sleep with?
Hmm. If you count every single time, even if it was just once, it’s twenty-eight.
Irene’s eyes widened in shock. Twenty-eight? That was… ridiculously low. Even by human standards, Demon Kings were supposed to have harems the size of small countries.
But it wasn’t even that low when you considered the history of other Demon Kings.
And even then… only twenty-eight.
She couldn’t believe it.
Including the ones I just let sleep over, it’s only five women who’ve ever belonged to me. They’re the Vampire Queen Selina, the Dark Elf Queen Lucien, the Dark Dragon Lord Serphius, the Succubus Queen Lillian, and… you, Irene.
Irene’s mouth fell open.
That few?
Even after becoming the Demon King, I only touched five women. The rest were either curiosity or… you know, the ones I really loved.
Irene’s cheeks flushed pink.
And the fifth one was a human. It’s been two days since she became mine.
Oppa’s a Demon King, but… aren’t you being a bit too sparing? I mean, you’re a king, right? Kings are supposed to have lots of wives.
Originally, I planned to live quietly in the mountains. I didn’t need a huge harem. You didn’t like the idea of me having many wives either, so Lucretia was the only one I allowed. The others were out of the question.
But now… I’m going to be a Great Archdemon. If I don’t die, my lifespan will be endless.
Even now, with my current strength, my life expectancy isn’t even human. I’ve already surpassed the record of the strongest Demon King in history—Archdevil Laylana. I’ve been granted a lifespan of over a thousand years. No aging, no death unless someone kills me.
And you… if it weren’t for Griffith’s brainwashing, I would have died long ago. My talent was too great. The only reason I broke was because my will crumbled under despair. You were the only one who could save me, and the way you taught me… it was faster than any other master could have managed.
I’m going to become a Great Archdemon. I’m going to live an infinite number of years by your side, always getting stronger, always more beautiful, always more yours. I’m going to be your wife, your Queen of the Demon World, your maphu, your everything.
Jae-hyun nodded slowly, his red eyes glowing with satisfaction.
If that’s what you want, then I’ll make it happen.
He pulled out slowly from Irene’s rear. The moment his thick cock slipped free, thick globs of his cum poured out, running down her thighs. Irene rose from his lap, but a second later she was pushing back against him again, her rear taking him deep once more.
Then… it begins.
Yes.
Jae-hyun declared, voice low and commanding. At the same time, his crimson eyes flashed, and a torrent of dark demonic energy surged out of his body and flooded into Irene’s.
Ahhngh!
Irene twisted in pain, but it was only the beginning.
Argh! Aaaaaah!!!
Her scream was the most wretched thing Jae-hyun had ever heard from her. Her entire body convulsed as her mana and demonic energy were completely overwritten. The new power flooded her veins, her organs, her very soul. She retched blood, but the crimson fluid hung in the air like liquid rubies, then poured from every pore of her skin, forming floating spheres of demonic essence that drifted around her.
Her old human blood was gone. All of it. In its place, pure demonic blood—thick, dark, and powerful—filled her body completely.
For three full seconds, her entire naked form was swallowed by darkness. Then the light returned.
Haa… Haa…
She was panting, sweat-slicked skin glowing in the dim light of the Demon World. But the body that stood before him now was no longer that of a twenty-eight-year-old woman. It was the perfect, untouched body of an eighteen-year-old virgin.
Her breasts were smaller, firmer, the nipples a perfect pink. Her waist was narrow, her hips curved like a goddess’s. And between her legs, her pussy was smooth, hairless, and already dripping with fresh arousal.
Her cum was gone too. All of it.
Her eyes, however, remained that beautiful sapphire blue she had always loved. Jae-hyun had made sure of it.
Stronger… you’ve become even stronger.
Jae-hyun murmured, eyes roaming over her new form with open hunger.
Yes… I feel it too, oppa.
Irene smiled—a soft, seductive smile that made Jae-hyun’s cock twitch. She swept her long golden hair back with both hands, letting it cascade like a waterfall down her back, and the black wings that had sprouted from her shoulder blades unfurled with a graceful flap.
She looked like a fallen angel. A beautiful, lethal, utterly corrupted angel.
Irene’s eyes sparkled with wicked delight.
Then… shall we test how much stronger I am now?