Chapter 61
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 61
Chapter Title: Stamina Training
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"Wh-what's this all of a sudden...?"
I covered my front with both hands, glancing around nervously.
Off in the distance, soldiers were rolling across the training ground at the command of a demon commander.
"Number 778 trainee!"
"Ack!"
They were covered head to toe in dirt as they tumbled along the ground, but their eyes kept flicking toward me.
No, they were definitely staring. I could feel their gazes prickling my skin.
Of course, I understood why.
If a gorgeous girl showed up at a training camp in skin-tight gym clothes while everyone else was rolling around like dogs, eyes would naturally turn her way.
Sylvia gave me a cold look, showing no mercy.
"To be frank, Young Master Yeon's stamina is far too weak. It's considerably below average even compared to others your age."
"..."
Sylvia had a point. Lately, I'd been passing out from climaxing so much.
But that wasn't my fault. It was just my body's protective mechanism.
Too much pleasure could damage the brain and mind, so it cut the fuse regardless of stamina—like a circuit breaker.
"Th-that doesn't really have anything to do with stamina, does it?"
"You might be right. You've already soaked in Lady Demon King's bathwater, so you've taken on demonic traits along with superhuman recovery, adaptability, and stamina that transcends human limits."
"Then why...?"
If she knew that, why bother with stamina training?
Sylvia widened her eyes at me.
"What we're building right now is mental fortitude. The ability to preserve your sense of self and endure any situation, no matter what. That's what's lacking in you right now, Young Master Yeon."
"..."
Honestly, my mental strength wasn't lacking. I'd been raiding gates full of blood and gore for over a decade and brushed death several times.
I was a veteran who'd seen it all, so there was no way my resolve was weak.
But the problem was this body. The mind follows the flesh, after all.
Every time I entered it, my speech got weird, and it was hard to hold back or endure things.
That's why I kept whining, sniffling, and wailing in front of others.
And getting hit with excessive pleasure and forced orgasms every day while keeping a sound mind? That was suspicious too.
I'm not at fault here...
"Still..."
As I hemmed and hawed, Sylvia played her trump card.
"If you keep resisting, I might have you run completely naked. Look over there."
Sylvia glanced at a group of demon soldiers rolling on one side of the training ground.
They appeared to be an all-female trainee unit.
"Those are demon trainees who joined the boot camp a few months ago. They're exhausted from grueling labor and training, and unable to contact males during camp life, so they're all in heat."
"!"
So that's why their desirous stares were stinging my skin.
"If you did naked laps in front of them... I trust you can imagine what would happen. And if anything unexpected occurs, I won't come to your rescue."
I instantly pictured the 'unexpected situation' Sylvia mentioned.
Thrown naked into a pack of man-starved demon women... My dick would be the least of it—every hole on my body would get violated.
I shook off the horrifying image and activated Spoiled Brat on Sylvia.
"Y-you're so mean... Sylvia..."
Thanks to my traits, pity flickered in her eyes for a moment, but she clenched her fist and steeled herself.
"...No means no. For today, let's start with just ten laps."
Sylvia nodded at the vast training ground.
"If you give up midway, we won't share a bed anymore. Separate rooms from now on."
"!!"
No way. Her words hit me like a thunderbolt.
Giving up the bliss of falling asleep in Sylvia's arms every night and waking up to morning sunlight in the same bed? That was too cruel.
It seemed like a huge resolve on her part too.
"But if you succeed, I'll grant one wish. Within reason, of course."
"!"
A wish!
My eyes sparkled as I looked at Sylvia. Her cheeks seemed a bit flushed, already knowing I'd use it for something naughty.
'One thing you desire.'
I let my imagination run wild. Maybe taste her ass to my heart's content this time...
Sylvia saw my dreamy face and pulled a stopwatch from her pocket, pressing it.
"Ready, set, go."
"Urgh... Uuugh..."
Under the scorching mock sun of the demon realm... A boy running laps on the training ground.
That was me, Lee Yeon.
My body dripped with sweat, utterly soaked and sagging. Stamina and energy were long gone; inertia alone kept me going.
My balls and dick screamed under the stuffy bloomers.
But the reason I let out weird moans instead of heavy breaths? That damn thing jammed in my ass.
'I-I'm dying...'
"Urgh!"
Another prostate jab from the Aneros sent me sprawling face-first with a lewd groan.
Small pebbles on the ground scraped my knees and palms, but the wounds healed instantly.
It hurt. So much. Not just stamina, but every step, every stride, every impact from the ground through my feet—pure agony from the thing in my ass.
Not pleasure. Just pain. Like my ass was ripping apart.
But I couldn't stop. Gritting my teeth, I staggered to my feet on the spot.
For a shot at licking Sylvia's ass... And waking up in her arms every morning... I could endure this. And...
"Tired? Want big sis to help~?"
"Give up and come here~"
"Ahh~ I want sex~"
...I couldn't stop with those demon trainees trailing slowly behind.
At Sylvia's request, their instructor had given them a break and ordered them to follow me.
"N-nooo..."
Their eyes gleamed with lust, drool running down their chins. Devil tails wagged like excited puppies, unable to contain their arousal.
Some had long bulges under their pants. Probably futanari types.
If they caught me, I'd black out and wake to endless gangbangs for days.
I couldn't let that happen.
Like the cover of some extreme JAV, I bolted up and ran from them again.
"Good work."
With superhuman willpower, I crossed the finish line—straight into Sylvia's arms.
"Hah... Hah..."
"Aw, too bad~"
"Wanted to fuck him. Damn."
The trainees smacked their lips regretfully and backed off.
I buried my face between Sylvia's thighs, gasping for air.
"Hoo. I... did it... Sylvia..."
"Well done. As expected of you, Young Master Yeon."
Sylvia handed me a water bottle. I chugged the cool liquid, savoring the sweet relief.
After gulping it down, I asked about the reward.
"So, you'll grant my wish now?"
"Yes. Anything you want, as long as it's within my power. Let's get cleaned up first."
"Yeah!"
I nodded eagerly, grabbing her hand and toddling along.
The painful ordeal was over. Now for happy snuggles with Sylvia...
Middle Realm.
A grand temple atop the realm's highest mountain peak. The Pantheon.
The round table conference hall where representatives of all races and factions gathered.
Humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, and more held their breath as one woman spoke.
"I propose a temporary truce to you all."
The stunning woman lounged arrogantly in her chair. Ruler of ten thousand demons and lord of the demon realm: Erzebet. Erzebet von Grahim Pandemonium.
Born in the deepest, darkest 9th hell of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, she had ascended to the throne single-handedly—a legendary figure.
Opposite her sat Michael, the supreme archangel of the heavens, the goddess's right hand, incarnation of war.
Her radiant golden hair shimmered like the sun, her jewel-blue eyes flashing as she bit her lip.
"Truce? I never thought I'd hear such words from you in my lifetime. What brought on this change of heart?"
"I have always loved peace. You've merely coveted my demon realm."
"Nonsense. What you call the 1st Demon Realm was originally heavenly territory. We merely sought to reclaim what the previous Demon King stole by force."
"The previous generation's deeds are theirs alone. Irrelevant to me. He perished by my hand. And I already offered to cede the 1st Demon Realm's territory. Demanding Zepeto's workshop and my vassals on top? That's greed."
"We seek fair compensation. For the lands stolen over time. And to honor the souls of the fallen."
Woooong—
Demonic energy and holy power filled the hall. Black and white auras clashed in midair like sparks, radiating immense force.
"Figures. Still so stubborn, Michael. How will you ever find a mate like that? Oh, right—angels can't embrace men, can they?"
"Still as arrogant as ever, Erzebet. How's your filthy habit of capturing young boys treating you?"
Neither yielded an inch, thickening the air with menace.
But Erzebet held the advantage. She smiled slyly and asked,
"...By the way, Michael. Were you aware your little sister is locked in the dungeon beneath our Demon King's Castle?"
"!"
Michael's eyes bulged, then she roared at Erzebet.
"You vile—!!"
Boom—
Slamming the round table unleashed a massive quake that shook the hall.
Bzzz—
"Grrgh..."
The other representatives groaned under the terrifying holy power surge, while Erzebet rose from her seat after that final bombshell.
"With that said, I hope you'll convey my intentions today to Iliyas properly."