Chapter 18
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 18
Chapter Title: Erzebet (2)
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The grand and opulent audience chamber of the Demon King's castle. In this majestic space where even setting foot felt like an honor too great to bear, I was having my most precious male part thoroughly trampled by a stunningly beautiful woman.
"Haa... haa..."
I let out pathetic groans as Erzebet's boot ground against my cock, my body writhing this way and that. The pleasant weight of the leather boot and her indifferent movements gradually stoked my arousal.
Squish—
Erzebet pressed down harder with her foot, adding more pressure to the boot crushing my cock. My glans was already swollen and throbbing from excitement, but under the intensifying pressure, it began to pulse even more vigorously.
"Urgh..."
The pressure from her boot, combined with the depraved thrill of having my cock mercilessly stomped by such a pretty woman, built my excitement higher and higher.
I trembled in my W-sitting position, relaxing my body as much as possible and focusing on the pleasure radiating from the tip of my glans. My breathing grew ragged, and an indescribable, ticklish ecstasy prickled at my groin.
'But... it's not enough.'
This level of pleasure just wasn't cutting it. Simply having my cock stepped on over my clothes wasn't enough to push me over the edge into orgasm.
"D-Demon King..."
I looked up at her, as if something were missing—like a puppy begging for its master's affection. Erzebet smirked, understanding immediately.
"Very well. I shall grant you a personal favor."
Snap—
With a flick of her finger, the fabric covering my crotch tore away on its own. At the same time, my cute little cock sprang free from the confines of my pants and underwear, revealing its true form.
The modestly sized prick, red and veiny from arousal, heaving with each breath, and the squished balls beneath it.
With the cloth gone, the texture of her boot's sole and the soft red carpet pressed directly against my sensitive glans.
"Hngh..."
As I moaned with my bare cock exposed, Erzebet chided me, pointing it out.
"To show such vulgarity before me. What an insolent wretch. It's my first time seeing one so small."
She kneaded my cock under her boot with firm presses, then shifted her foot, slowly grinding it side to side against the plush carpet. Unlike before when it was muffled by fabric, the stimulation now was direct and intense.
"Urgh..."
Every sweep of her foot sent tremors of pleasure through me. There was a hint of pain from the frictional heat, but it was easily swallowed by the overwhelming ecstasy—far beyond anything I'd felt earlier.
In the midst of this, Erzebet asked for my thoughts.
"...Though small, you seem to be enjoying it. Tell me, what do you feel?"
What was there to say? The pleasure on my cock was obvious. On top of that, the depravity of having my dick trampled by the very boot I'd lavished with worship. The defeat of surrendering to a woman's foot.
And the thrill of offering my prick to a terrifyingly beautiful woman for a footjob, mixed with the fear of her capricious, domineering presence as the Demon King.
A storm of emotions and sensations raged through my body and mind, heating me from head to toe. And now she wanted to hear my feelings in this situation? It was too much...
"Ugh..."
As I groaned without answering, Erzebet asked again.
"Do not make me repeat myself."
Squish—
She bore down hard with her boot, crushing my glans. The pressure was on another level; I thought it might actually burst.
"Agh!"
Before the pain could linger, I swallowed my shame and forced my tongue to move.
"...It... feels good."
But she prodded further, her tone indifferent, teasing my humiliation.
"More detail."
At her command, I described my current sensations in a crawling voice.
"...My glans being crushed under Your Highness Erzebet's boot and rubbed against the soft red carpet feels good..."
My ears burned with embarrassment, but Erzebet didn't stop there.
"And?"
Looking up, I saw her eyebrow arched in interest, urging me for more. She wanted even more detail...
It was mortifying, but I had no choice. Like swallowing bitter medicine amid tears, I blurted out my honest feelings as they came to mind.
"...Sniff. It's humiliating that my cock is being stepped on by the boot I licked clean. It's embarrassing to expose my prick in front of a woman and have it trampled... Especially since you mocked how small it is. And Your Highness is so domineering... it's a little scary. But I hate myself most for getting excited in this situation..."
I recited my feelings almost in a sob. It was mortifying enough to die, but saying it out loud brought a strange sense of relief somewhere deep inside.
As I sniffled, Erzebet finally nodded in satisfaction and praised me.
"Well done. Voicing your true emotions is important. From now on, confess everything to me honestly, without lies."
"...Yes... Understood..."
"Good. Now, you have permission to move your hips. You may ejaculate."
She simply kept her foot planted on my cock and declared it.
True to form as the ruler of the demon realm and sovereign over all, Erzebet had no intention of serving me or moving to give me pleasure.
But for me right now, that permission alone was enough.
"Y-Yes... heh."
I slowly rocked my hips, sliding my glans back and forth between her boot and the red carpet.
Schlick— schlick—
Not quite enough for climax, but a steady reciprocating pleasure. That subtle, itching ecstasy began gathering in my lower abdomen.
"..."
Erzebet merely gazed down at me as I diligently thrust my hips. How did I look to her?
Pathetic beyond measure, like a beast that had abandoned all dignity for pleasure... Her impassive stare only fueled my arousal further as I focused on the building urge to cum swelling in my groin.
"Haa... haa..."
'I'm... gonna cum.'
Normally, this stimulation wouldn't be enough, but my current body was far more sensitive and developed than my original one.
It wasn't long before my balls tightened slightly, and the sensation of impending release intensified.
The pleasure building from my glans surged through my balls, perineum, and prostate, racing toward my urethra.
"Hngh..."
The climax rising. Right on the edge, I impulsively wrapped my arms around Erzebet's long, outstretched leg as if hugging it—looking just like a dog humping a woman's limb.
Plap— plap—
It was outrageous blasphemy, but in that moment of peak ecstasy, nothing else mattered.
"Urgh!"
Hanging off her leg, my whole body twisting, I was about to erupt my semen—
Beeeep—
My vision flushed red like before, and I was sucked back into the vortex of time and space.
"Wh-What...!"
When I came to and looked around, Erzebet standing before me was gone.
Instead, I saw Sylvia and the other maids standing back, along with the boys in the same predicament as me.
"!"
It was the audience chamber scene from before my private meeting with Erzebet. I'd returned to the previous moment.
I quickly looked down at my crotch. The torn pants from earlier were intact. Had it all been an illusion?
As I reeled in confusion, Erzebet's voice rang out. I snapped my head up to gaze at her upon the throne.
"What an entertaining one you are. Sylvia."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"He's had a long day, so let him rest well. Bring him to my chambers tomorrow night."
Our eyes met for a moment, and a strange smile played on Erzebet's lips.
'I'm screwed.'
*
After the audience with Erzebet, back in my private room.
Sylvia spoke to me in a voice tinged with uncharacteristic excitement.
"Congratulations. It's the first time Her Highness has reacted like that since I began serving her."
"...How long has that been?"
"Thirteen hundred and seventy-three years this year."
"..."
Demons truly operated on a different timescale from humans. Thirteen hundred years ago? That was ancient history.
In any case, I was being summoned to Erzebet's chambers tomorrow night. Should I be thrilled or terrified? It wasn't like being chosen as a royal consort or something.
Still, recalling what happened in that illusion made me both fearful and expectant. I'd nearly cum from being trampled under her boot—what awaited me next?
Punishment, or perhaps a reward? I swallowed hard and burrowed under the covers.
Sylvia addressed me.
"It's taboo to ask about worldly affairs, but you seem fine. Since you'll receive the Demon King's grace, I'll ask formally. What is your name?"
Come to think of it, I hadn't told her yet.
"I-I'm..."
After a brief hesitation, I decided to give my real name.
"Yeon."
"Yon?"
"Yeon. As in Yeon."
Our cultural differences must make the pronunciation tricky. Now that I thought about it, how were we even communicating?
Well, considering they'd turned my body into this and dumped me in another world, basic conveniences like language translation were a given.
"Yeon. It has a nice ring."
Sylvia nodded and turned off the bedside lamp. The room plunged into darkness, lit only by faint moonlight filtering through the window.
"Anyway, get a good night's sleep. It's been quite the eventful day."
It really had been nonstop chaos. Hauled here in a prisoner cart to the Demon King's castle, edged, spanked until I came, massaged, nipples teased and developed.
And finally meeting the Demon King and rubbing off on her boot. Laying it all out like this, I sounded like the world's biggest pervert...
"Y-Yeah... good night."
My face flushed, I pulled the covers over and drifted off.
And when I opened my eyes again, I was back on my mansion bed.
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[Demon Castle 1st Run, Cleared]