The Demon King's Humiliating Defeat
The Demon King arched her waist with every step, shaking it like she was showing off her power. It was utterly terrifying! The aura of dominance made my dick stand up straight and rock hard under my pants.
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[Hero's Erect Cock]: 1.8cm
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Fuck!
The status window started mocking me the moment it popped up. No laughter sound played, but the timing made it crystal clear she was laughing at my pathetic little prick. Yeah, keep laughing. I laugh my ass off every time I picture the bulge in my pants.
Anyway, she was massive? Just snapping my fingers and I could control anyone I wanted.
“Why are you silent, human?”
The Demon King tilted her head, still writhing her hips. She looked like a virgin. Her movements were stiff. No flexibility at all. I knew she had no experience riding on top, at least.
“Huhuhu, it seems the true majesty of this one has struck fear into you.”
The Demon King lifted her chin arrogantly. Then she looked down at me like she was mocking me. It was hilarious that she had no idea what was happening to her lower body. By the way, the reason I was punching her was because I was staring straight at her crotch.
Completely smooth, pale crotch. Feminine curves that should have been perfect, yet it looked like she was about to squirt. And that’s not even mentioning her pussy! The lace panties had bunny-ear cutouts on her cute ass, but the thin fabric clung to her mound like it was about to tear. One light touch and I’d see those plump lips clearly. What the hell kind of panties are these? They’re just covering her pussy. I was admiring the Demon King’s crotch when I suddenly thought, “You’re a slave now.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s right. Say it. Are you surrendering?”
“Take a look below.”
“Below?”
The Demon King blinked and obediently looked down.
“Waaaaa?”
A weird sound escaped her as her eyes widened.
“W-what is this?!”
She had finally realized what she was doing. She must have thought the hypnosis was weak. If I had told her to lift her skirt and shake her hips while speaking in front of me, she would have thought that was normal. Because it is normal.
“W-why…?!”
Her hips started to slow. She was resisting the hypnosis. She didn’t know she was hypnotized, but her strong mental strength was letting her fight it. The skill description said the intensity depended on the target’s mental power.
“Why won’t my waist stop moving?!”
Her hips swaying while yelling like that made it look like an old short-form challenge. Right. Now that I thought about it, I could see the status window of the person I hypnotized. I immediately checked.
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[Name]: Deuxamer Mela Bouctier [Age]: 999 [Gender]: Female [Mental Control]: 10% [Physical] Height: 155cm Bust: 78cm Waist: 56cm Hips: 93cm [30% Mental Control Unlock] [50% Mental Control Unlock] [100% Mental Control Unlock]
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As expected. Too bad. A real Demon King should be a tall, busty big-sis type. No? To me, that is the standard. Demon King Mama. My dick hurts. Please rub it for me, hehe. I wanted to play like that, but the Demon King in this world is a petite dwarf. Her breasts are even small. There probably isn’t enough milk to feed a baby if she ever gives birth. Still, her hips are nice. They look like they’d feel great to grab.
“Haa… barely stopped now…”
The Demon King panted heavily. Her hips finally stilled after all that shaking. She straightened her lifted dress hem. The Demon King was truly the Demon King. When I first saw her, I thought she was weak, but her mental strength was amazing. Only 10% on the control. Of course, I only had one sample, so I had no idea if 10% was a normal level for a Demon King yet. I’d figure that out later.
“Human!”
The Demon King yelled at full volume. “What did you do to me?!”
I shrugged and put on my best cocky grin. “What did I do?”
“Don’t play dumb!”
“Tch. I don’t understand what you’re saying. I’m human.”
“The language is the same for all races!”
“Oh really?”
I nodded. I knew that. Even if I didn’t, it was obvious my words were lies by now. It wasn’t important anyway.
“How dare you mock this one…!”
Black aura flared around the Demon King. Her hair floated like it was dancing. The audience chamber shook. I didn’t know much about magic, but it felt like the Demon King’s power. Even with two-thirds of her strength sealed, she could still do this?
Whoa, she’s incredible. But I wasn’t shocked enough to freak out. Was it because my whole body was 999 like a hero? I stayed calm. I didn’t feel threatened at all. Maybe the moment she lifted her skirt and shook her hips earlier was scarier. At least then my cock reacted. Now it didn’t react anywhere.
“Behold. This is this one’s true power.”
Ancient runes glowed purple on the Demon King’s black horns. Her purple eyes held terrifying black stars. She extended her arm and a tear opened behind her back. A giant black hand burst out.
“Hmm…”
The visuals were cool. But I didn’t feel any real danger. It was like I had no common sense. I didn’t know what it was, but I clenched my fist. Just like when I punched the Demon King’s castle gate. I threw a punch with everything I had. It felt like I could send it flying like those bald-headed heroes in Japan.
—Boom!!!
A strong pressure wave and the hand came at me. Really?
The black hand was shredded and exploded, vanishing into the air.
“No! Righty…!”
The Demon King screamed. She sounded like someone losing their favorite pet. Watching her, I thought… Am I too much of a scumbag? This hero guy. He has every heroine except the ones I want. Just thinking about it made me angry. Having a hypnosis cheat skill and still being treated like a pushover while struggling was pathetic. I lick the heroines’ feet, bow to the king, and I’m the real loser. That’s why the ending turned out like this.
“Leave! Lefty! Take down this human…!”
—Boom!!!
“No! Even Lefty…!”
I sent the Demon King’s Righty and then Lefty the same way. “Y-you can’t forgive me…!”
The Demon King ground her teeth. “Well, I just blocked with my first punch….”
Anyone watching would think I started it. Well… Now that I think about it, I was the one who charged into the Demon King’s castle with a belly punch. Okay. From today on, I’m officially the bad guy.
“Fine. I’ll give you one chance.”
“One chance…?”
“I’ll let you survive my next attack. Then you surrender.”
The Demon King’s eyes sparkled. “I-is that true…?”
“I, the Hero, never lie.”
“Even saying it like that makes it sound like a lie.”
The Demon King narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “Really.”
To prove it, I stuck out my tongue and performed a sacred oath with my thumb and pinky. “What is that?”
“It’s an oath that what I said is true.”
“Does that exist?”
“In human society.”
The Demon King nodded like she understood. “Then… you really give this one a chance…?!”
Her eyes shone with hope. “Exactly.”
In exchange, “There is one condition.”
“Condition…?”
I snapped my fingers. “If you fail to withstand my attack, you will willingly accept defeat and become my slave.”
The Demon King’s eyes dimmed and her head bobbed in trance. “Slave… I understand.”
That would have been enough, but I added one more thing. *The bet was slightly modified.*
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The Demon King, Deuxamer Mela Bouctier. She placed both hands behind her back. “This one is ready.”
And she proudly thrust her belly forward. “Throw a belly punch on this one’s soft, squishy lower belly!”
This was the power of hypnosis. “Really gonna hold it?”
“Don’t underestimate me. This one’s body is tougher than a dragon.”
It wasn’t like that. “Got it.”
I cracked my wrist. “Ready?”
“Coming at you.”
“Full power.”
The Demon King pushed her belly even further forward. I punched the protruding lower belly over her dress with all my strength.
—Bam!!!
The soft belly was crushed. Her feet left the ground and she floated. “……Eh?”
Her eyes bulged and pupils shrank. Slowly her eyes rolled back and she fell backward. What the hell. She passed out. The Demon King stayed conscious, drooling.
I hadn’t hit her with full power. I said I would, but I held back because I didn’t want to cause a real disaster. Still, she seemed fine. Either I was skilled at controlling strength, or the Demon King really had tough skin.
—Squirrrt
Water poured out between her legs on the floor. She must have peed herself. “You. Get up.”
I slapped her cheeks. “Ugh… wha…? Haa…?”
She woke up but looked confused. “Wanna…?”
“You fainted.”
“Ouch…”
The Demon King rubbed her belly and made a pained face. “T-that’s right…”
Sweat poured down her body as she stood. “Haa… I couldn’t hold it…”
Because I had hypnotized her to accept defeat when she couldn’t withstand the attack, she did exactly that. And then, Pffft. She started stripping her dress while stumbling. Even her underwear came off until she was completely naked. Another condition I added for losing. You will become my slave. I seasoned it a little. “The promise… ugh… the promise….”
Completely naked, the Demon King prostrated herself on the floor. “T-this one’s defeat….”
The proper term: Naked Dogeza!
