The Demon King’s Domain — Where a Boy Dreams of Revenge
Baros’s words left Ron startled. “What good thing?”
The incubus king had come to find him out of the blue. What on earth could that mean? Ron was curious.
Baros simply let out a playful huhuhu, and something about that laugh sent an uneasy shiver down Ron’s spine.
He knew exactly how twisted the incubus king really was.
Baros wasn’t just an incubus king who delighted in beautiful women. During sex he would sprout razor-sharp blades along his cock and, when the woman suddenly felt those blades stabbing deep inside her, he would laugh with wicked glee as she screamed in agony and came.
The woman who had suffered the most brutal treatment from him over the past two weeks was, of course, the Saintess Lucretia.
Thanks to the Demon King’s orders, she couldn’t be kept to herself. She had to be shared among countless demons, humans, and beasts. But whenever Ron got the chance, he played with her in every way imaginable.
Lucretia had given birth to four different kinds of monsters in those two weeks — including Tarzan’s offspring — and she had endured an experience no one else in the world had ever felt.
He would grab her from behind while she was in the middle of anal sex, hold her hips tight, and keep his cock buried deep as she gave birth. The moment the monster’s head appeared, he would grow spikes all over his shaft, turning her insides into a bloody mess and making her shriek in pain.
After that he would force her to suck him, letting her worship his cock with her mouth, then pull out and threaten that if she couldn’t hold his cum inside her in ten minutes, the spikes would pop out inside her throat. She had no choice but to serve him desperately while tears streamed down her face.
When she refused his painful sex — which he claimed was just a game among the incubi — he would order her to dance naked in whatever manner he wished.
In under two weeks the once-proud Saintess had been turned into the finest whore imaginable. No matter how many demons used her, her lewdness only grew more and more.
Among the black mages, Ron was still a virgin eighteen-year-old boy.
Every other black mage had already taken turns with the Saintess Lucretia, but not him. It wasn’t that his status didn’t allow it.
Though he was only eighteen, by the time Lucretia first became available he was already a 7th-circle black mage of considerable standing.
If he wanted, he could have claimed her several times over. But Lucretia was a single woman, and countless men wanted her. The incubus king himself had only done her a dozen or so times. She was simply too popular.
Even though Ron had missed his chance, looking at it over the long term, he had been wise. Lucretia wasn’t just the continent’s greatest beauty — she was the only woman who could rival Irene.
She had a beauty that perfectly suited her position as Saintess, a flawless body, mysterious silver hair, and sapphire eyes. Everyone praised her as the Saintess and worshiped her beauty.
If Irene — the only woman who could match her — hadn’t existed, Lucretia would have been hailed as the continent’s top beauty.
Just like Irene, who had driven Ferdinand insane with her body and made him crave her so badly he couldn’t stop, Lucretia had a body that was almost as addictive.
Once you tasted her, you could never forget the feeling. Those who couldn’t forget it refused to erase the memory with magic. They simply wanted another chance to enjoy it again.
That was why Ron had decided, once and for all, that he would never touch Lucretia. He would rather stay clean than fall under her spell.
Women could wait. Right now he had to grow strong enough to take revenge.
Unlike the Demon King, who already possessed power no one could match, Ron was still far behind. He had to work harder than ever.
Yet here was Baros, casually offering him a “good thing.” Ron felt a strange premonition.
Hmm… something feels off.
He looked into Baros’s eyes. There was a strange warmth in them — almost like genuine goodwill.
Ron was a black mage. Very few humans understood demons as well as he did.
Even though the black mages were dark servants forced to obey the Demon King and make contracts, there was one lesson passed down among them: Trust only yourself.
So unless the target was the Demon King himself, Ron trusted no one. He respected his sister Rin to a certain degree, but he still kept a small sliver of doubt in his heart.
Moreover, Baros was an incubus king. There was no reason for him to be kind.
Even though Rin was the Demon King’s favorite, Ron had never seen Baros give her any special treatment. He had simply received a broad range of freedom and power.
If Baros was showing him kindness now, there had to be something in it for him. Demons never gave away benefits without a price.
W-Was this… a trap?
Ron suddenly felt like he knew the answer. Looking at Baros’s eyes again, he saw the same sticky, insistent gaze.
They looked almost like they were overflowing with desire.
After all, an incubus who had lived for countless years and bedded countless women might sometimes feel the urge to stray.
Deciding on that, Ron acted quickly.
He didn’t want to lose his virginity here. No — he had always hoped his youth would remain untouched forever.
Moreover, the kind of thing he liked wasn’t just simple penetration. A cock covered in spikes was terrifying.
“P-Please forgive me! I don’t have that kind of taste! Let me go!”
Hmm?
Baros looked confused for a moment at Ron’s sudden change of attitude, then realized what it meant and burst into loud laughter.
“Hehe! Fuhahahaha! You really thought I was that kind of person?”
“Y-Yes?”
Ron realized he had misunderstood and stared blankly. Baros patted his shoulder and said,
“Don’t worry. I don’t have that kind of taste. I like beautiful girls who scream prettily when I fuck them.”
Ron finally relaxed. Baros clearly wasn’t interested in men. But he still wasn’t completely at ease.
Demons were masters of lies and deception. Even in contracts where lying wasn’t allowed, they planted traps and tricked people into giving them exactly what they wanted.
If he weren’t careful, they might force him into their “path” after catching his weakness.
Baros looked at him and continued,
“Actually, the Demon King has gifted us fifty thousand women from the Heavenly race. As the incubus king, I have the first choice along with Mastema, Ungkor, and Adrammelech. And we each get a recommendation right so we can pass on the next beautiful girls.”
“I’ll recommend you. With your level, you should have at least one girl to spend time with.”
“Th-Thank you.”
Ron thanked him, thinking he had escaped the trap.
He knew about the fifty thousand Heavenly women. The new Dark Elf legion had used the weapons given by the Demon King to infect female angels with demonic energy, forcing them to fall.
The Demon King’s command was to distribute these fifty thousand fallen angels as spoils of war. Naturally, the highest-ranking leaders among the various races had taken the first pick.
Heavenly race women…
Ron knew their beauty was legendary. But his sister Rin was already the peak beauty among every race. He was immune to that sort of perfection.
He focused instead on their combat ability. He had heard that even intermediate angels were being distributed as spoils, and many were Sword Master level.
He himself was an 8th-circle black mage. If he got a Sword Master-level woman as an ally, he could combine their strengths and develop far more varied fighting styles.
The Demon King didn’t need those strategies because his power was already overwhelming. Ron, however, was nowhere near that level. He desperately needed every advantage he could get.
“If I can obtain the Heavenly race girls, I will accept with gratitude.”
He added the words clearly, making sure he understood he was receiving the recommendation.
The Demon King gave each race’s leaders a great deal of freedom. As long as they didn’t disobey or harm the Demon King, they could act freely.
Ron, as Rin’s brother, had been granted the right to seek revenge freely. As long as he didn’t harm the Demon King, he could do whatever he wanted.
I need even stronger power to take revenge.
Getting a female angel was only the beginning. Now that he had a Sword Master, he had to build an army of powerful undead. As a black mage he needed to obtain strong Death Knights and Death Mages.
If necessary, he would kill the Habsburg Empire’s mages to increase the number of Death Mages, and kill knights to grow the Death Knight ranks.
He also knew the Demon King had captured quite a few dragons in the Demon World. He wanted even one dragon corpse.
He knew dragon corpses were precious materials, but he wanted a dragon’s body or soul so he could create supreme undead — Death Dragon, Ghost Dragon, and so on.
Inside the realm ruled by the Demon King, the boy who dreamed of revenge thirsted for ever greater power. Baros watched him with a smile.
If I help this boy, Rin-nim will be happy. That will be loyalty to the Demon King in the end.
Helping Ron was simply a way for Baros to show extra loyalty to the Demon King and win his favor.