Chapter 189: Sick of It
Chapter 189: Sick of It
The Dark Spirits, the Shades. They were spirits who lived hidden within the shadows. Unlike other spirits, these beings—who were gloomy and preferred to remain concealed—had established their own unique way of life.
It was the Fairy King of the current era, Oberon, who had summoned them from the depths of the forest, where they spent their time voyeuristically watching passing fairies, demon merchants, and exploring adventurers, into the shadows of the kingdom.
Oberon granted only his closest confidants the right to freely use the Blessing of Love, while shackling the vast majority of fairies with the chains of pleasure derived from it.
In that process, to better enjoy their decadence, the high-ranking fairies craved a supply of slaves that were easy to use and discard. They wanted tools to satisfy their twisted sexual desires—ones they could use as they pleased without any repercussions.
However, when the slave trade failed to provide a sufficient supply to meet the demand, they realized the need to produce slaves directly rather than just buying them. The solution that emerged was the Shades.
Those who lived hidden in the shadows possessed skills in tailing and spying that were second to none. If they set their minds to it, they had the ability to peep even at the Fairy King himself without being detected.
Upon these experts of espionage, Oberon used the Blessing of Love to carve indelible brands of pleasure into their bodies, turning them into his minions to begin the mass production of slaves.
From lost children to adventurers attacked by monsters, and sometimes even fellow demons—regardless of gender—the Shades kidnapped them and supplied them to the slave markets.
With the appearance of the Shades, the slave market of Gloriana enjoyed a boom like never before.
The high-ranking fairies, who competed feverishly to find attractive slaves of the opposite sex, were each able to create their own luxurious feasts of wine and meat. Oberon, in turn, was able to complete a society where pleasure was the ultimate priority, just as he desired.
Of course, the Dark Spirits also received the rewards they wanted. To soothe their bodies, which were addicted to pleasure, they were given the right to preemptively claim any slave they desired before anyone else.
Those who were kidnapped would first have every nook and cranny of their bodies harassed by a Shade.
Enjoying the reactions of the naked captives as they were toyed with in the darkness, the Shades would deliberate whether to keep the newly caught slave for themselves or sell them off to the slave market.
Of course, while they had the right to taste and claim them first, a total monopoly was forbidden, so most were eventually released into the slave market.
Occasionally, when a Shade found a slave they liked immensely, they would exercise their possessiveness and keep them as their own.
They would rummage through the victim's mind to turn them into an obedient slave.
By directly tampering with the human brain, they scrambled memories and emotions, sometimes turning them into dolls incapable of doing anything, and other times into slaves stripped of all negative emotions.
They didn't care if the slave was broken in the process. After all, for those in charge of the slave market, obtaining the next slave was as easy as breathing.
As she listened to the explanations from Nia, Elza, and Irina, Sheryl’s eyes wavered. She was so worried about Jaejin, who had been captured by such dangerous individuals, that she could hardly bear it.
She knew it was dangerous. If they were the core of the slave market managed by Oberon, simply approaching them could ruin all their existing plans.
"Even so... I want to go save him. I've finally found a clue; I can't just give up now. I won't do it."
Sheryl steeled her resolve. As she emotionally argued that now was the time to move even if things went wrong, Nia and Mari nodded in agreement.
"I want to save Master too. Master saved me and Melia. This time, it's my turn."
"You heard her, Miss Melia? We'll try to infiltrate in our own way, so please do what you can on your end."
Nia once again began writing a letter for the messenger pigeon to be sent to Wollyeon. She wrote about Jaejin’s re-kidnapping, the suspected culprits, and their likely destination, adding that they were planning to break into the Royal Palace.
There were concerns that this might turn into an all-out war, potentially involving the forces stationed in the capital, but now was not the time to worry about such trivialities.
Watching the group make their respective resolutions, the assassins Elza and Irina were dumbfounded. Did these three have any idea what they were up against?
Was it even feasible for the three of them to infiltrate a place where dozens of spirits of their own rank and several others even stronger than the two of them were stationed?
'Just what kind of man is this Jaejin...?'
A possibility flashed through Irina's mind.
The strength of the Demon Lord Candidates, which surpassed centuries of experience and accumulated power; the respectful treatment they received despite being slaves to a succubus—various clues led to one conclusion.
"Is it Elise's ability...? If so, that man isn't just a Demon Lord Candidate, but perhaps the Provisional Demon Lord."
Deciding that hiding her thoughts was pointless, she spoke her guess aloud.
At her words, Elza wore an expression of disbelief, but the simultaneous reaction of the three women turning to look at her proved that her guess was correct.
"This won't do. I'll have to silence you right now..."
"Wait a moment. I'm not revealing this to inform the King. Please, let us help you save him as well."
"Huh? You, who never wants to do anything outside of the mission, what's gotten into you?"
The Sylph sighed, looking pitifully at her colleague who still didn't understand, and explained it in a way she could comprehend.
"The man they're looking for is the next Demon Lord. Seeing as he keeps getting kidnapped, it means he became the Demon Lord through the power of a succubus alone, without much martial strength. Furthermore, Nia, a Demon Lord Candidate on our side, has been calling him 'Master' and has continued her activities outside for months. Don't you know what that means?"
"Um... that he has a dick so amazing it makes you forget about the Blessing...?"
Irina nodded at her colleague's vulgar but point-blank remark. As a Spirit of the Wind who had long wished to escape the Fairy King's tedious Blessing and wander aimlessly, she wanted to end her current life once and for all.
And this also applied to the Spirit of Fire, who wanted to enjoy grand parties and festivals more than the sexual fulfillment of intercourse. Both spirits, who were close aides to Oberon, were inwardly sick of the life they couldn't escape.
A golden opportunity had found them. Just as the Shade, a Dark Spirit, had kidnapped Jaejin without following orders, these two highly independent spirits also felt the desire to do as they pleased.
"I'm sure you can verify our intentions well enough by reading our minds as you please. Please let us help. We're sick of this kind of life."
Hearing the conversation between the two, the group couldn't find a reason to refuse. On the contrary, in a situation where they needed every bit of strength they could get, the help of High Spirits who knew the internal affairs was desperately needed.
Of course, the risk couldn't be entirely ruled out, but Nia, as a fellow fairy, fully understood their dissatisfaction. They weren't even Succubi, yet their entire lives revolved around the bedroom.
Thinking that she would have said the same thing if it weren't for Jaejin, Nia accepted their proposal. Mari and Sheryl also nodded in agreement, finding no ulterior motives.
Thus, the group, now increased to five, headed toward the Royal Palace where Jaejin was likely held, taking advantage of the night's darkness.
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While his companions set off filled with worry, Jaejin was busy catching the vaginal fluid flowing from between the thighs of the Dark Spirit who had kidnapped him with his mouth.
"M-my name is Antilla... I'm the... M-master you'll be serving from now on... so remember it well... Hehehe...♡"
Jaejin didn't even have the chance to give any sort of answer. This spirit named Antilla produced more vaginal fluid than any woman Jaejin had ever met.
The fluid overflowed from her pussy, revealed past her pulled-aside panties. For a moment, he thought of it as an oasis that wouldn't run dry no matter how much he drank, but the sheer volume of juice showed no sign of decreasing; it was like a dam had burst, causing a flood.
Eventually, unable to drink it all, Jaejin tried to turn his head to catch his breath, but Antilla, seemingly unwilling to give him any respite, grabbed the back of his head and fixed his face against her crotch.
"A... doll... shouldn't move until its Master says so...♡"
Jaejin had to swallow the flood of vaginal fluid that gushed out as if to drown him. Forgetting even to breathe, the fluid flowed endlessly into his mouth.
Only after he failed to drink it all and it overflowed, staining not only his face but also his neck and upper body, did Jaejin finally get a chance to catch his breath.
"As expected of the Queen's slave... Even like this, you're g-getting excited... Ehehe... I'm happy...♡"
Even though he was under her dress and shouldn't have been visible, she seemed to be able to see exactly what Jaejin looked like in the darkness.
Just as she said, between Jaejin's legs, a rock-hard dick was boasting a very thick and majestic presence.
Intoxicated by the female pheromones that continued to accumulate in the confined space, Jaejin couldn't help his excitement. Right in front of Jaejin, who was on the verge of losing his reason entirely, Antilla lifted her dress to reveal a comfortable bed.
Tempted by the sight of the bed while his dick was erect to the point of pain with veins bulging, Jaejin used his arms to crawl across the floor and onto the mattress instead of his trembling legs.
Whether it was because he had a constitution that made him easy to kidnap, Jaejin, who already had two such experiences, knew what he had to do. That was to not resist, quietly do as the other person wanted, and buy time for his companions to arrive.
As expected, Antilla, seeing Jaejin crawl so satisfactorily, intended to give her new doll a reward as its master.
"For a doll that listens well... Hehe... I should give it a present...♡"
Antilla lowered her white-skinned female body, which had never seen the sun, onto Jaejin as he lay curled up alone on the sheet.
Lifting her dress, she showed him her pussy, which bore clear traces of the service from moments ago. Vaginal fluid was still flowing out in abundance, and next to it, the liquid mixed with Jaejin's saliva was foaming.
Pressing that lewd hole against his towering glans, Antilla made their genitals kiss and then let go of the hem of her dress she had been holding.
Immediately, the dick that had been kissing her pussy just before insertion became invisible. Sensing Jaejin's confusion, Antilla gave a seductive laugh as if she had wanted that reaction.
"A... doll doesn't need to see itself mating... Ehehe... Now, feel it well...♡"
As Antilla lowered her hips, he felt his dick enter her without resistance. Her pussy, filled with water, accepted the dick deep inside as if its massive thickness was nothing at all.
Wrapped in thick vaginal muscle within a sea of fluid, his dick was squeezed tightly as if he were in a hot spring. Splash, squelch. Her movements began to make lewd, wet sounds from the overflowing fluid.
Because of a single layer of cloth that didn't allow anything to show through, Jaejin couldn't fully enjoy the sight. However, because he couldn't see, his imagination added to the stimulation of her pussy, quickly leading Jaejin toward ejaculation.
Shoot. Jaejin's back arched as his climax began. Having already been excited to his limit, Jaejin ejaculated from the stimulation of insertion alone, and she laughed lewdly in delight, as if she could clearly see his member within the dark veil.