Chapter 198: Returning to the Capital
Chapter 198: Returning to the Capital
Oberon wondered why these women constantly tried to tear him down, perfect as he was. He was born with everything: looks, power, wealth, talent, charisma, and even a prestigious bloodline.
No one should have dared to compare themselves to him, and certainly, no one should have dared to be superior—especially not a woman.
He respected the strength of the dark elf swordsman because he viewed him as an opponent worthy of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with him.
He respected the Headless Knight, the Spirit of Light, and the Spirit of Water. Their respective talents were enough for him to acknowledge them as equals in stride and vision.
After all, an exceptional man was bound to have exceptional subordinates. With the exception of women, that is.
This prejudice stemmed from a bitter sense of defeat he had tasted in his youth. There had been a woman who dared to overwhelm him—the one born with the name of the God of the West Wind—with magic.
Sinclair. That white knife-eared elf was a being as powerful as she was beautiful.
At one time, Oberon had even harbored feelings for her. Though she existed outside the typical mold of the Demon Race, the one who had handed him defeat was a fellow fairy and thus worthy of his respect.
But that knife-ear had rejected him flatly. "I hate insidious fellows like you," she had said. And when he heard that she had chosen a mere human male over him, he felt an indelible sense of shame.
It was then that he was given the chance to choose another exceptional mate. A woman named after fertility and abundance—the lovely Flora.
Within the narrow confines of the fairy race, she was the most outstanding, and so Oberon allowed her to serve as his consort.
However, after several years, the couple hit a massive wall. Despite receiving the Blessing of Love from the Fairy King of that era, Titania could not conceive.
That became the catalyst for Oberon to start resenting his tall wife. He claimed that her large body, which looked down on him from a head's height above, was incapable of bearing his superior bloodline.
As the long years passed and the two became the Fairy King and Queen, his avoidance turned into loathing. The King, who now monopolized the blessings, began to stray.
Unable to control his overflowing lust, he indulged in womanizing, pouring out all the liberation he felt from escaping his stifling wife. But the moment he regained his reason, a single question haunted him.
‘Why aren't they getting pregnant?’
When his thoughts reached that point, his blood boiled. It wasn't the field that was the problem; it was the seed.
The fact that the reason Titania hadn't conceived all this time was his own fault—and nothing else—was a humiliation he could not accept.
It became an irreversible trauma. He could hear Titania’s laughter, mocking him as she looked down. He could hear Sinclair’s ridicule, crushing and deriding him.
He expressed the humiliation he received from those two women through his actions. That was the full story behind the tyrant Oberon.
"That’s the plot of the novel. Care to refute it, Zephyrus? Oh, there are many eyes watching, so should I speak more politely? Please, do tell us, Lord Oberon."
Oberon’s face turned a mottled red, distorted with rage. With every word Sinclair spoke, he could feel the gaze of those around him shifting.
"Was that really the only reason?"
"Hmph, so that's why he was so jealous of Jaejin."
"Master is huge, after all... it’s understandable he’d be envious."
It wasn't just the chatter of the girls hiding behind Sinclair’s hips; even those in his own camp began to cast doubtful glances.
It made no sense for a Fairy King, who was supposed to hold everyone in his charismatic grip, to practice such tyranny for such a pathetic reason.
"That white knife-ear and her big mouth...!!"
Finally, he resorted to force. Realizing that they were all just commoners who would eventually shut their mouths in the face of violence, Oberon attempted to suppress them with might rather than useless refutation.
Even if he had lost in the past, he was confident that he, strengthened by the blessings he received upon becoming Fairy King, would not lose to a mere elf.
An ominous energy surged from Oberon’s body. As his overwhelming momentum filled the air, instantly replacing the loose, mocking atmosphere with tension and silence, his confidence flared.
The black flames condensed in his palm possessed the power to annihilate everything they touched, sucking the color out of the surroundings.
The first to advise him of the danger was the dark elf swordsman, Kerax.
"My King, that is far too dangerous! Please reconsider...! Our own kin are among them!"
"Silence! Do you also intend to betray me like those silver-tongued fools?"
But Oberon rejected even the loyal elder’s plea. He unleashed the energy of death trapped in his hand toward Sinclair, who still stood there defenseless and arrogant.
She hurriedly tried to resist by deploying defensive magic, but it was futile. The black flames tore through the barrier and incinerated everything in sight.
The trees, the houses, the mocking Titania, the half-elf who stood against him, and even the human they were protecting—all were consumed by the fire.
"Hahaha! All talk and no substance! You weren't even worth a single blow! Hahaha, how pathetic, how truly pathetic!!"
As his enemies were swept away, Oberon spread his arms wide and sang of their death. On such a joyous day, it was only right to sing.
It felt as though a victory hymn, played by an orchestra, was echoing in his ears. Right up until he heard the sound of a finger snapping.
Snap.
Oberon, intoxicated by victory and slaughter, was instantly yanked back to reality.
The knife-ears, who should have been rolling on the ground in flames, were standing on their own two feet. There wasn't a trace of mana in his own hands.
And the looks from those around him... their expressions conveyed a disgust as if they were looking at a loathsome insect.
The enemies had shown mercy to their comrades, yet their own King possessed such a heartless nature. It was the moment the faint remains of trust in the King shattered completely.
"...To think I followed such a man..."
"H-Hey! You can't commit harakiri!!"
The dark elf elder who had just tried to stop Oberon held his sword in a reverse grip, and seeing this, the gnome elder threw his body forward to stop him.
Beside them were the fairies who had bled to hold the front line. Their eyes were filled only with distrust and loathing for the King who had kicked away his last chance and tried to massacre his own people.
"W-What is this...! The enemy isn't me, it's those people over there...! The rebels are right there...! Don't look at me with those eyes!!"
"You're pathetic, Zephyrus. You haven't escaped your inferiority complex, then or now."
There was no longer any trust for Oberon, who had raged while hallucinating. His thuggish behavior stood in stark contrast to Titania, who had avoided the battle while even saving her enemies.
Having failed to show the dignity of a King in either justification or practical gain, his body was bound by invisible chains of mana.
"I'm sorry, but this is the end, dear. No, Oberon. Let's not make things any uglier for each other."
Oberon watched Titania turn her back on him, bidding him farewell. She headed toward the side of a young human male.
A being far inferior to himself was flanked by the two women who had humiliated him. Conscious of this, Oberon gritted his teeth and vowed revenge.
However, with a dull thud to the back of his head, his consciousness faded, bringing an end to the tyranny of Fairy King Oberon.
*
"Hmm... I wanted to stay with Jinnie longer. What a shame."
Sinclair, along with Titania, treated the wounded after the battle. Though some were in critical condition, they sighed in relief at the result: no one had died thanks to Titania’s intervention.
"I feel the same way, Mom. The last time I did it with Dad was at the spring, so I'm getting restless."
As Mari complained while clearing building debris, Sinclair gave a knowing smirk.
"So, do you like your new dad?"
"Yeah, I like him so much I want to be his wife."
Wollyeon and Sheryl listened to the mother and daughter’s dizzying conversation as if it were nothing while moving the wounded, eventually running into Nia, who had just returned.
"Oh, you're back early. Did you send Jaejin off well?"
"I'm sure Unnie was waiting for him."
Nia nodded. As soon as she had moved Jaejin through the tree portal, she had run into Lena, who was waiting anxiously. After giving a brief update on the situation, she had handed over the sleeping Jaejin.
Lena had almost collapsed from the rush of relief, but Mari, the head maid, had supported her.
The two felt a bit envious thinking that the couple was likely having some private time now, but no one disputed that she, who must have waited most desperately, deserved priority.
For the first time in a long while, Jaejin enjoyed a warmth, body temperature, and softness that made him forget his mounting fatigue.
How long had it been since he’d enjoyed such a deep sleep? He hadn't been able to sleep this soundly even at Melia’s house or in Titania’s bed.
Especially since there was no pillow as soothing to the mind and body as this smooth yet elastic one—just like Lena’s skin. Just as he was about to drift back into a pleasant, deep slumber, Jaejin realized something.
This wasn't just skin like Lena’s; it was the very familiar Lena herself.
"Are you awake, Lord Jaejin? ♡"
Under the deliberately dimmed lighting, her jewel-like red eyes met Jaejin’s as he opened his own.
The gentle touch stroking his hair and the kind smile were the very things he had known and missed so dearly.
"Yeah... I'm back, Lena."
"I'm so glad you're safe. Truly."
Only then did Jaejin vividly sense Lena’s scent and her breathing. He felt the overwhelming charm of her lewd female body, which made his own body react instinctively even before his mind could settle.
"Fufu, as expected, it's as energetic as ever here ♡"
"T-This... well, it's morning, so I can't help it..."
Jaejin felt shy and flushed, having become lustful the moment they reunited, but Lena found him cute. She ruffled his hair and reached down to grasp his turgid cock.
The cock, standing straight toward the ceiling, trembled as if rejoicing at meeting its master.
"To give such a vivid reaction... ♡ You haven't forgotten my touch just because you were away for a few days, have you? ♡"
Lena’s slender hand moved up and down, stroking his cock. She massaged him gently from the glans to the veins, the shaft, and the base.
Her hand, which had stroked down to his sensitive seed pouch, moved back up, as if pulling the semen inside along with it.
"Hmm? You still seem tired, Lord Jaejin. I heard from Nia. A lot happened yesterday. In that case, I'll make sure you can ejaculate feel-good and get some deep sleep ♡"
Lena’s hand didn't stop at foreplay; she began the movements to make him ejaculate. As her hand moved faster along the shaft, Jaejin began to let out pleasurable groans.
"Lena... I think I'm going to cum... Ah... ♡"
She looked down at Jaejin groaning on her lap and provided the finishing touch he desired.
Her heavy breasts drew closer to his face. Lena leaned her straight back forward, resting her breasts—suffused with her deep scent—all over Jaejin’s face.
The thick pheromones of his lover, the Lust Demon, entering his mouth and nose were enough to deliver the final blow of excitement. Splurt! Jaejin’s cock twitched and shot out semen with great force.
Splurt, splurt, splurrrrt! His cock, climaxing like a fountain of semen, soiled the bed, ejaculating an excessive amount for a mere handjob.
Having soothed his aroused body, fatigue finally caught up with Jaejin, and his eyes began to close. With his head nestled between Lena’s breasts and thighs, he felt a coziness as if he were in a cradle and gradually fell into a deep sleep.
"You worked so hard, darling ♡"