Chapter 55: The Vote
Chapter 55: The Vote
It was at the very last second, just as the allotted time was running out, that Jaejin, Lena, and Wollyeon arrived at the Room of the Round Table.
The sight of the Lust Demon Lord candidate—who seemed to have shrunk about 10cm in height compared to two hours ago—flanked by his joint candidate and the Snow Noble aide, both pressing their bodies close to him, was incredibly suspicious.
Their ragged breathing, their flushed faces that were clearly burning hot, and the sweat trickling down their foreheads. And then there was the strangely close distance between Jaejin and Wollyeon. It was Veled who voiced the natural deduction.
"Did you guys just go and fuck in that short time?"
"Oh my, we were simply sharing a deep, personal connection, you know?"
Lena’s indirect response, which didn't exactly deny it, led everyone present to accept the suspected relationship as a fact.
Setting aside the morality of the trio's actions, no one could understand what they could have possibly done in just two hours to melt down the seemingly iron-willed Wollyeon.
Only one person, her husband Biwon, noticed that the part in Wollyeon’s bangs had switched directions and realized what had happened.
It was a sort of signal. If her usual style was to neatly arrange the right side and leave the left asymmetrical, the reverse—arranging the left and leaving the right open—was the look she showed at night.
Not as the Snow Noble warrior, Wollyeon; not as Biwon’s wife, the epitome of a devoted spouse; but as the queen of the bed who reigned over Biwon and his pathetic prick.
If that was the case, it meant that over the last two hours, that boyish man—the Lust Demon Lord candidate—had been helplessly fucked and conquered by Wollyeon.
The scandalous circumstances, which could be seen as his wife's infidelity, weighed on his mind, but since she was someone who wouldn't hesitate to throw her own body into the fire for the sake of her goals, he felt it was right to respect her choice.
"Take your seats. We shall begin the afternoon council."
Cuthbert’s calm declaration seemed ready to start the meeting, but Lena rudely cut him off.
"No, there’s no point in continuing the council any further."
"No point? I’d like you to explain what you mean by that."
"Well, it's because we’ve already secured a majority of the support. Isn't that right, Wollyeon?"
Everyone understood that the three had shared a 'connection' as she put it, but they couldn't see how that would affect the Snow Noble Tribe's decision, so they looked toward Biwon and Wollyeon, who stood behind him.
Biwon was just as confused. Hadn't his wife, Wollyeon, just finished devouring the boy named Ginger? As he turned around in doubt, Wollyeon mouthed a silent message to him using the Snow Noble’s secret communication method.
‘I’m sorry, honey. That man has a cock so long and thick, it doesn't even compare to yours...’
That couldn't be right. Just last night, she had insulted him, calling his organ an unimaginably tiny dick, yet she had shown him a rare kindness by unlocking his chastity belt and letting him ejaculate.
‘So, support them for my sake. If you’re a good boy, I’ll even leave the chastity belt off from now on.’
It wasn't liberation; it was abandonment. Though wrapped in kind words, it was an ultimatum: I’ve found a better replacement, so you’re no longer needed.
Though bewildered by the bolt from the blue after only a single day, Biwon calmly chose his words.
‘I’ll do as you say... Just leave this on me.’
To maintain this relationship, he had to keep wearing this humiliating device of pleasure. The small iron cage, fitted to his erect size, was his only remaining connection to her.
To those who didn't know that their relationship was a vertical hierarchy rather than a complementary one between an aide and a superior—or a husband and wife—the expressions they exchanged were full of indecipherable nuances.
Only Lena, who had coordinated this beforehand, and Jaejin, who was listening in, knew that this was a scene where a husband was losing his dignity and surrendering to his wife’s lust, even permitting her to sleep with another man.
After finishing the coded conversation, Biwon turned back toward the center of the Round Table and spoke with a serious face.
"It may be a bit early, but the Snow Noble Tribe has decided to support the Lust Demon Race. ...According to Wollyeon’s assessment, she has glimpsed potential beyond the information we learned this morning."
Upon hearing this, Lena and Wollyeon looked satisfied, while their primary rival, Veled, scowled deeply. Vivian, who understood that feeling, gave a look of sympathy, while Nero simply smirked, and Sheryl and Nia remained expressionless.
After a brief silence as everyone processed their reactions, the presiding elder, Cuthbert, spoke up.
"Then, are there any other tribes among the remaining two who wish to declare their stance?"
Drawing Cuthbert’s gaze as he scanned the room, Vivian of the Red Oni Tribe raised her hand. She was the tall warrior who had slept with Jaejin on the very first night they met.
"I will also support the Lust Demon Race. I believe physical training is important, but after experiencing it firsthand, I realized I can't overlook his special ability."
Vivian’s declaration of support was expected, as she was the first among the candidates to taste Jaejin’s power. Being the most friendly toward him, she played along perfectly even without a prior agreement.
After Vivian finished speaking, they waited for the last person to move, but no one seemed inclined to do so. In reality, Lena had only counted on Vivian. Beyond that, there had been no time or content to discuss.
"No one else seems inclined to raise their hand. Who is the final one, Lena Iglesias?"
Looking around at the remaining faces, no one showed any intention of offering support. Thus, Cuthbert asked on their behalf—especially on behalf of Veled, who was visibly struggling to keep her mouth shut.
"Yes, well, the three of us, including ourselves, were the only ones agreed upon in advance."
"Do you think this council is a joke? There are places where you can spout bullshit you can't back up, and places where you can't. Knock it off."
At Lena’s honest answer, Veled finally lost her temper and snapped at her.
"If your precious little master has such great abilities, he should grow them and learn to use them properly. What the hell is he doing playing around with these petty tricks? Do you really want to die?"
"Well, it seems my explanation was a bit lacking this time. My apologies. I thought it would take until tomorrow to win that person over."
Under the gaze of the two demons, Wollyeon awkwardly turned her head away. Even she hadn't imagined she would fall so hard for that small male body in just two hours.
But they would only understand Wollyeon’s heart once they felt that power for themselves. Only after they personally explored that masculine yet pure and fragile body—a body that seemed tailor-made for a demon’s tastes—would they find common ground.
"It’s simple. Please listen to the explanation of the benefits we will provide to you if we become the Demon Lord, and then the remaining four of you can declare your stance. If all four of you do not agree, we will cleanly give up our candidacy for Demon Lord. How does that sound?"
A deal wagering the position of Demon Lord against the withdrawal of their candidacy. Since the blonde demon would likely work behind the scenes anyway even if they didn't accept, it was better to let her play her hand where they could see it.
"Go ahead and bark. Let’s hear just how grand this plan of yours is that you're making such a fuss."
Nero, Sheryl, and Nia all nodded in agreement with Veled’s words.
"Veled, a person of your caliber who ranks among the strongest might not understand, but a tribe like ours has to do a lot of preparation."
In truth, Lena was the only one who had been conceptualizing various plans and thinking through the flow of conversation. The others were all top-tier powerhouses of their generation, each possessing their own formidable abilities.
Because they possessed the overwhelming confidence that they could solve any problem with their own strength, they had only made broad outlines and hadn't felt the need to prepare so meticulously from the first or second day.
They had thought Elise’s ability was threatening, but there were cases where candidates failed to become the Demon Lord because their abilities hadn't matured. They assumed that was Jaejin’s current state, so they were secretly at ease.
It was only because the Lust Demons remained at the level of the weak, relying solely on a single ability, that they could prepare to this extent.
"Since Elise’s ability manifested in a human body rather than a mature succubus, the methods available to me were limited."
This was the question that had always followed Jaejin’s qualification as a Demon Lord candidate. If a woman gained power through internal ejaculation, what was a man supposed to do?
If he were a Lust Demon, he could satisfy a man and then use his tail to create a pseudo-penis, but that wasn't an option for Jaejin.
"So I thought: why not just gather women and create a harem? Fortunately, most of the people here are women—four of you, to be exact—while one is gender-neutral. And the last one is a man who lives under his wife's thumb."
From this point on, the content was new to Jaejin as well. Beyond the goal of securing a majority, they hadn't really discussed what would happen after he became the Demon Lord.
For Jaejin, every day was a great ordeal and a wall to climb, so he hadn't been able to imagine anything concrete beyond the grand goal of peace between demons and humans.
"And since Vivian and Wollyeon have already proven Lord Ginger’s power, I make this proposal: If we become the Demon Lord, we will fairly lend the usage rights of his cock to each of the seven tribes for one day a week."
Jaejin was about to let out a dumbfounded sound at the unimaginable proposal, but he snapped to attention when Lena’s tail snaked into his collar and pinched his chest.
Given the nature of his ability, this was an inevitable conclusion. It was just that the way she expressed it was extremely 'Lust Demon-like.' It bothered him that it sounded more like he was a male prostitute than a Demon Lord.
The reactions of the four were varied. One burst into boisterous laughter, finding it hilarious; one sighed as if they had seen this coming; one’s face turned beet red; and one was so stunned they couldn't even get angry.
The one who was speechless, Veled, couldn't accept it. The idea that this important council to decide the Demon Lord was on the verge of ending because of a single human’s declaration to be a male prostitute... She would have understood if they had lost in a heated battle.
She couldn't understand those who had been swayed just because they’d had a taste of a man, or those who were actually considering it. She couldn't acknowledge a Demon Lord born through such a method.
However, Veled’s acceptance didn't matter.
With the majority already nearly secured, being stubborn was meaningless. What mattered was the calculation of how much this proposal would benefit their own tribe and the Demon Race as a whole.
The first to raise a hand was Nero. The blonde boy’s golden eyes sparkled as he slowly adjusted his body. As the Demon Lord candidate of the Demonic Dragon Tribe, he was a dragon and could polymorph into any gender or appearance he desired.
"Honestly, I wasn't that interested in being the Demon Lord, and I think this way sounds more fun. I’ll be in your care then, our new Demon Lord."
With his skeletal structure and every strand of hair changing, he—or rather, she—had become a slender blonde woman.