Chapter 138: Mercy
Chapter 138: Mercy
"Please, stop... stop...!"
In the darkness of a basement where sounds echoed from all directions, two figures could be seen. A man, completely naked, was groaning as he was pressed down by the massive, purple-skinned body of a woman much larger than himself.
"Stop? But it feels like your little friend here is asking for more."
Veled snorted as she looked down at the Hero, who was piteously pleading with her. The way his words and actions were complete opposites was more pathetic than amusing.
As he writhed and moaned at her slightest touch, she found herself wondering if this was truly the same Hero who had given her so much trouble. Yet, her hands did not stop.
"So, how does your new Master's hand feel? Does it feel good? Does it? Are you getting hard for me? ♡"
"Ugh... Uuugh...."
His helpless groans every time she interrogated him made her understand, just a little, why that blonde succubus had taken a liking to Jaejin.
To those who were closest to the archetypal image of a demon, these insignificant males provided a primal sort of entertainment that made them quite endearing.
Splurt. While Veled was laughing and enjoying the handjob, Bill finally reached his limit and ejaculated. After sending a stream of fluid arching through the air, he leaned against Veled's body, exhausted from the afterglow.
"You came again. If you keep this up, you'll never be able to save your comrades, you know?"
"You cowardly demon...!"
"But I am a demon. And shouldn't the word 'cowardly' be reserved for someone like you, who lost even after attacking me with a group? Besides, I'm the one being merciful here."
Bill had no words to counter her. She shot down his heated outbursts with cool logic and mockery.
The fact that she had offered to spare his comrades on the condition that he participate in her amusement was, in a sense, an act of infinite mercy.
He didn't know how many days had passed in this place where time had no meaning, but Veled had set the terms when she first imprisoned him here.
"Lately, I've been getting so strong that every opponent I meet is boring. But as a reward for keeping things interesting until the end, I'll show you some mercy."
He didn't know how she had moved the four of them, but after receiving treatment, Bill saw his comrades sleeping soundly. He would do anything if it meant saving his friends, who had been injured and defeated because they had a foolish leader.
"Tell me. I'll do anything if it saves them."
"Anything, huh? I like the confidence. Well, it's simple. I'm going to keep you in solitary confinement for a week. All you have to do is endure a handjob from me for five minutes. You have unlimited attempts during that period. How about it?"
"A handjob? Such a ridiculous condition..."
Bill's voice rose at the absurdity of the bet—something one would never expect between a Hero and the powerful demon warrior who defeated him—but he managed to swallow his words and restrain himself.
This was, quite literally, her mercy. If she had wanted to, she could have simply taken the heads of his unconscious comrades and used them as trophies for demon propaganda instead of bringing them here.
"I accept..."
"Good, good. I don't dislike people who catch on quickly. It saves us from tedious arguments."
Even though he had agreed, Bill still couldn't fully process reality. From the moment Veled intercepted them and he accepted the quest, to their disastrous defeat.
And the fact that the biggest reason for their loss was himself—he had squandered the opening his comrades created. He never dreamed he would fall for 'Charm,' no matter how much he tried to stay on guard.
Furthermore, he couldn't believe that the place she had brought the four unconscious heroes was the Northern Branch of the Divine Cult, the largest in the region.
This was a place trusted even by the United Kingdom. Its bishop, an Elf Archmage, was famous for protecting the city during the war against the demons.
To find out that they were actually a group that worshipped the Demon Lord was beyond comprehension. His tired, exhausted mind struggled to discern where the truth ended and the lies began.
"Well, for now, empty your tank and get some sleep. I'll deal with you properly once you've recovered."
"What? Wait, my comrades are right there...!"
With his comrades lying on beds nearby, being tended to by nuns in lewd habits, Veled hugged Bill from behind and pulled his cock out of his pants.
As the thick scent of semen began to fill the room, Veled reached forward, gripped his exposed member, and began to stroke it lightly.
"Th-this... Hngh... What is..."
Having had his pressure points suppressed and a binding magic placed on him while he was unconscious, Bill couldn't offer any meaningful resistance even as his cock was seized.
More than that, what flustered him was his own body, which was moaning and feeling insane pleasure from nothing more than her fingers.
"What... did you do to me..."
"What did I do? I haven't done anything except make it so you can't use your strength."
Veled looked like she was having the time of her life, making eye contact with him from the side while her hand worked away below. Bill's panicked reaction was raw and unfiltered, unlike those who were terrified before she even touched them.
"Don't... lie... Hngh... Otherwise, it wouldn't... feel this intense..."
"I'm really not lying. Oh, wait, there is one thing. You see, 'Charm' makes the victim's body become one that feels even more pleasure from the person who charmed them."
Her hands, calloused and firm with muscle, felt even better than the soft, cute hands of Sein or Annie. Bill felt a sense of relief as he was handed an excuse for this incomprehensible situation.
"You coward... Winning... like this... Hngh..."
Bill hunched his body, trying to endure the rising tide of pleasure, but it became increasingly difficult until he finally reached his limit.
"I think you're misunderstanding something. Charm is a technique that depends more on the target falling for it than the caster casting it.
In other words, the fact that you can't stop moaning and getting excited means that you're in heat for me—a purple-skinned Jaun."
Bill's body, which had been writhing in pleasure, stiffened. As a combat specialist, there was no way he would know the specific traits of a non-combatant Lust Demon.
Furthermore, as a man with two lovers, he had never engaged in lewd talk about Lust Demons with the reliable vanguard, the married Mr. Campbell, so he couldn't possibly have known such a minor detail.
"You're... lying... Hngh!?"
"You're the one who jumped to conclusions and ran your mouth. No matter how much you try to deny it, the fact remains that you got pathetically erect just by looking at my body, and you're about to cum right in front of your comrades."
Just as she said, the hand gripping Bill's cock continued its rhythmic stroking, and he was pushed so far to the edge that it wouldn't be strange for him to climax at any moment.
"I won't... lose... I am the Hero of the Kingdom... Uuuuugh...!"
"Stop talking nonsense and just go. You're just a trash Hero who can't even endure a handjob in front of his friends."
To ensure Bill, who was barely holding on, would definitely ejaculate, Veled moved her hand even faster. Combined with her incredibly seductive smile, Bill's last thread of reason snapped for a brief moment.
"Go on, you piece of trash. Realize with your own body that you can't win against a demon."
Splurt, splurt. A thick, white liquid sprayed through the air toward her purple skin. An overwhelming pleasure. To his frustration, it was a white-out climax that felt even better than the sex he'd had with his two lovers.
It was the result of the guilt of betraying his injured, sleeping comrades combined with the powerful Charm... and the fact that Bill was finding her immensely attractive as a woman.
"Ah, was I really about to lose to a masochistic piece of trash like this? It's so pathetic it's almost absurd."
Veled wiped a bit of the semen off her body with her index finger and tasted it. Her eyebrows twitched at the not-so-bad flavor, and she knocked out the weakened, slumped Bill once again.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in this room, and he found himself unable to draw upon his boasted magical power or fighting spirit.
The room was equipped with almost everything necessary for daily life, including meals; it was like a decent inn, except for the iron bars.
After he finished the prepared meal and some time had passed, Veled visited Bill again. Standing behind her as she arrived for the promised bet were two of his comrades, both in handcuffs.
"Sein, Annie! Are you both okay!?"
"You're safe, Bill. Thank goodness..."
"So, you were serious about making a bet like that?"
While the orange-haired girl mage, Annie, felt relieved after checking on Bill, the black-haired woman beside her questioned Veled's true intentions.
"Unlike some people, I'm the type who doesn't play dirty."
"Kh, that's... I do think ganging up on someone is cowardly, but..."
"No, I'm a demon who believes that cooperation is humanity's greatest strength, so I can overlook something like that with my broad generosity. In fact, that's why you guys were winning the war."
Sein found herself thinking that this demon was surprisingly reasonable, despite her appearance. Showing magnanimity and grace as a victor was easier said than done.
"So, what is this bet? Bill? And... Miss Veled?"
"Ugh, that's..."
"It's a very simple bet. If your Hero can endure five minutes of my handjob, I'll release all of you. Of course, you'll have to keep this place a secret."
As Veled gestured with her hands, the two women were horrified, wondering if they had heard correctly.
"A-a handjob... To make such a vulgar act a bet..."
"I was a fool to think well of her for even a moment..."
However, despite their shock, neither of them thought they would lose the bet. They couldn't imagine that the man who always satisfied both of them simultaneously would lose to a mere five minutes of hand stimulation.
And so, with the two women following along, the Hero's life of confinement and handjobs began, and the pathetic result was the state he was in now.
He hadn't kept count, but he had lost every single time in the twenty-plus attempts over the past few days.
The problem wasn't just the losing; it was that his body was becoming accustomed to it with every defeat. He truly felt that his mind might become corrupted by this strange environment and the bet.
But if he didn't try, the chance to escape would never come. Driven by the anxiety that he might truly lose his comrades in this never-ending bet,
Bill challenged Veled once again. To taste her handjob one more time. To once again stain her purple skin with his semen.