The Demon King's Majestic Pussy
The Demon King, prostrating herself in complete naked dogeza with impeccable manners, lifted her head when I snapped my fingers.
“Hips higher.”
“Ah… uuu… I will.”
The Demon King shyly raised her hips.
Oh.
Heart-shaped ass.
It was so fluffy and jiggly it was almost painful to look at!
She’d spent the whole day sitting on her throne, yet her butt was so perfectly sculpted it looked like it could be used as a model for a statue.
I wanted nothing more than to stuff it full of my semen, impregnate the hero’s child right then and there.
But.
“Sigh.”
The toothpick poking out of my pants did the trick.
Hypnosis on a high-level sex-fantasy protagonist? No way!
If I’d been a shota, I’d be getting surrounded by her heroines, getting nade-naded for being cute.
But I was a full-grown adult man’s body.
And thanks to the hero’s physique, every muscle was carved like marble.
I hadn’t checked the mirror yet, but the story said I was definitely handsome.
Still, 1.5 cm?
Headache.
Still.
No resistance this time?
The Demon King’s mental control was only 10%.
I still thought she could fight it.
But she was holding the pose like a good little slave.
She’d pulled herself out of hypnosis just a moment ago when I made her hips sway.
“Hmm…”
I had no idea why.
I was missing too many details on the skill.
Speaking of which—
The Demon King hadn’t realized anything was off until I told her.
The moment she felt unease, resistance should have kicked in.
I’d figure that out later.
No need to overthink it.
Just enjoy the moment.
Mental Control was absolute. A hero with it was basically unbeatable.
No fear in the world.
Just looking at how I’d turned the world’s supposed strongest Demon King into this pathetic sight was enough.
“Head up.”
The Demon King trembled and lifted her face.
It was flushed with humiliation.
Her lower lip, bitten hard, had lost its pink.
Instead, her fair skin had turned bright red.
“I—I have been defeated twice by Your Majesty…!”
Her eyes glistened with angry tears.
“That’s the promise.”
The Demon King let out a long, drawn-out “uuu…”
“Th-that’s right… I must keep my word… If I’d just held out on the belly punch, it would’ve been fine. I’m such an idiot… the moment I took it, I fainted. No matter how tough my body is, the womb isn’t invincible…”
She was self-deprecatingly admitting defeat.
The atmosphere was heavy, yet the way she said those words made me laugh.
“Want another challenge?”
“A-are you giving me another chance?!”
“Yeah.”
I nodded.
“Th-then…!”
The Demon King staggered to her feet.
Her knees were shaking like a newborn calf’s.
Her body was still recovering from the shock of fainting.
She dropped to her knees, barely managing to stand, then turned and crossed her arms behind her back again.
“Just once more…! Please deliver a belly punch to Your Majesty’s soft, plump little tummy, human!”
She thrust her belly out at me.
A bruise had already bloomed right over her protruding uterus.
“One challenge per week.”
“What?!”
If she kept accepting, she’d probably let me punch her every single week until her organs were damaged beyond repair.
“Just this once…! I’m begging you! One more time!”
She sounded utterly pathetic.
“Fine.”
“Really?!”
The Demon King’s face lit up like a flower in full bloom.
“Good. Hurry and punch me…!”
She pushed her belly out so far her heels nearly lifted off the floor.
“Huhu. This time I was just being careless. I will definitely endure it this time and reclaim my power!”
It sounded like she’d forgotten she was completely naked.
“What are you waiting for? Quickly, quickly!”
The Demon King shook her hips, urging me to deliver the punch.
This chick is a mess.
“Fine. But there’s a condition.”
“What?”
“I’m not running a charity. Of course you get something out of this.”
“You really are a small-minded human.”
“Want me to take the offer back? Live as my slave for the rest of your life?”
“You’re even worse than I thought!”
The Demon King’s turnaround was lightning-fast.
“So what’s the condition?”
“If I still can’t hold out, I have to do pussy peek-a-boo.”
“Pussy peek-a-boo?”
The Demon King tilted her head.
“What’s that?”
“Spread your pussy yourself and show me the inside.”
“T-that’s outrageous!”
The Demon King shot upright.
“You’re mocking me too much…! If I have to die, I’d rather die than do something so beneath even a succubus.”
I almost blurted “Then die.”
But the Demon King couldn’t die.
That face. That body. Her womb.
I was too attached.
And on top of that, she had horns on her head just to become the hero’s seed pouch.
-Click.
I snapped my fingers.
Her eyes immediately went hazy and unfocused.
I stepped close, whispering into her ear.
“Demon King. No matter what condition the hero offers to lift the seal, you will gladly accept it.”
“Seal… hero… gladly…”
“Even if the Demon King’s dignity falls, it’s more important to reclaim your power than your dignity.”
The Demon King slowly nodded.
“That is correct. It is most important for me to reclaim my power.”
And one more thing.
“You will feel happy and excited by every single thing I praise you for.”
That should do it.
-Click.
I snapped my fingers again to end the trance.
The Demon King blinked a few times, then spoke.
“Understood. I will do pussy peek-a-boo. Please give me a chance to reclaim my power.”
The hypnosis effect was working perfectly.
“I changed my mind because you rejected it earlier.”
“U-please… be merciful and give me one more chance.”
“If you shake your hips cutely, I’ll think about it.”
“A-alright.”
The Demon King turned her back to me.
Then she stuck her ass out and started swaying it like she was writing her name with her hips.
“I—I was careless…”
Heh.
A perfect view.
Even so, the shy side of her was still there. She wasn’t fully swaying it with confidence.
That made it better.
It had a fresh, innocent flavor.
“I—I am begging you while my hips sway like this… Please… just once more… punch Your Majesty’s… a-ah, soft little tummy…”
It was exactly the kind of line a succubus would use.
Did she even realize what she was saying right now?
She should have been feeling unease and resisting, but the hypnosis had completely wiped that out.
“Alright. Specially for this one time only.”
I said it like I was being generous.
“T-thank you!”
The Demon King beamed and expressed her gratitude.
It wasn’t something to be thankful for.
I forced my smile back and raised my fist.
“Belly out.”
“Here… this is Your Majesty’s soft, plump little tummy.”
By the way, that phrase was also ordered through hypnosis.
When referring to her own belly, she had to call it “soft, plump little tummy.”
It actually looked that way, and when I pressed it, it was incredibly soft.
I could spend all day playing with that texture.
“Put strength into it.”
“Hic!”
“Here I go!”
“Take this!”
I punched straight at her tummy.
-Boom!
The punch sank deep into her soft inner flesh.
While still buried there, I rubbed it around like massaging her uterus.
At the same time.
“*Hiee?*”
The Demon King’s eyes rolled back.
Thud.
She collapsed backward.
Yellow fluid leaked from between her legs.
Her urethra relaxed and urine flowed out of her bladder.
I watched her pee for a moment, then poked her cheek to wake her.
“Stand up.”
“Eh… uuu… did I endure it?”
“You did. The second the punch landed, you fainted.”
“What?!”
The Demon King barely got to her feet.
“You have to keep the promise.”
“O-of course… I know. The promise is a promise.”
She lay back down again.
To make her pussy clearly visible, she lifted both legs high.
I pulled her thighs up myself and forced them all the way to shoulder height.
It was perfect.
Her thighs were thick and soft around her pussy.
With this angle, the labia should have been spread just enough for the inner lips to peek out.
But there were no inner lips showing. The outer lips were tightly closed.
This was the ang-da-il-view I’d only ever heard about!
It was an extremely stubborn pussy, just like the Demon King herself.
And it wasn’t just the pussy.
In this pose, another hole was clearly visible.
Even her anus.
It was such a pretty pink that I wondered if there could be any cleaner ass on the planet.
The folds were tight and delicate, like a chrysanthemum.
I could smell a nice scent if I got closer.
“D-do you see?”
“Yeah.”
“I—I will begin.”
The Demon King hooked two fingers between her outer lips like claws.
And pulled.
“P-pussy peek-a-boo…!”
She spread her outer lips wide with both hands, exposing the pink inner flesh.
“T-this is Your Majesty’s pussy…!”
“What a majestic sight.”
“I-is that really true?”
“The Demon King’s dignity even shows in her pussy.”
“Huhu. Yes. Your Majesty’s pussy is a dignified pussy!”
Her face was beet red from the pose, but she gave me a smug smile.
“Look closer. This is the majestic pussy that only the Demon King can have!”
Sploosh.
Instead of dignity, more fluid dripped from between her legs.