Chapter 83 - Daron's First Love
"Whoa. All these chicks are your fuckbuddies?"
"What do you think? Pretty hot, right?"
After banging Set, I decided to jot down the scenes I'd captured as flashbacks. I'd only done it once or twice before—easy to forget about. Seeing those past romps with all those women again hit different. Rise's photo from back then, when she still had some resistance left in her, brought back memories of how fun that time had been too.
"Daron, you're a real player."
"Right? I should print out extras and give each girl her own pic."
"Me too?"
"Here."
"Gonna use this to get off when you're not around."
Set snatched the paper I handed her. She flipped through from her first double-peace-sign shot to all the filthy ones after. Normally she'd be embarrassed and rip them up, but keeping them? Pervert through and through.
"Anyway, blowjob's done. Time to talk business?"
"Business?"
"You didn't just come here to fuck, did you?"
"Huh? Yeah, I did."
…….
"The Demon King's gearing up for war. We gotta stop it."
"Oh. But why?"
Only then did Set catch on to what I meant by 'business.' She probably figured consulting with me wouldn't get her shit—I'm just some dude with a monster cock to her.
"Quick question first. Is the Demon King your benefactor or something? Like, you'd serve him to the bitter end, even die for him?"
"Nah, not that deep. The other Four Heavenly Kings might be different, but I'm not loyal like that."
That's why she got taken out first. Poor Set from the previous loop—virgin till the end, snuffed out just like that.
"Then you can help me?"
"Betray the demon race?"
"It'd hurt the hardliners, sure. But for moderates like you who wanna hang with humans...? This is a chance that won't come twice."
Set perked up at my sweet pitch. The Demon King's a hardass, but plenty of demons like her wanted to mingle with humans and other races.
"Here's my goal: topple the Demon King's leadership before they start the war."
"That easy?"
"Plenty of ways. Like, you moderates band together and chop his head off."
"I said it's not easy! We'd get caught first and fucked."
"Hear me out. If we block every one of his schemes...."
"Yeah?"
"Whether he rolls out a massive army or pulls some small-scale bullshit to hit the continent—imagine it all flops every time. His support base shrinks, right?"
"Yeah."
"Makes it easier for you like-minded demons to team up. Even if not, if demons loosen up around the Demon King... the heroes might just kill him themselves."
That's how it went last loop. The continent alliance never gelled, falling for his tricks over and over. Demons got cocky from the wins, rallying harder behind him. But if everything he tries fails? Game changer. That's when his weaknesses show.
"For now, quietly gather demons who think like you. Take as long as it needs—keep it dead secret."
"Cock's huge and you're smart, huh."
Set bought in hard. She hated the Demon King but had no plan. Without someone paving the way, she'd never figure it out solo.
"And feed me intel. Scrape up whatever you can and drop by to spill."
"Easy peasy."
Unlike succubus Elis, Set could swing by no problem. That shadow-melting trick made it a breeze.
"Oh yeah. You'll fuck me every visit, right?"
"Hell yeah. But today was a shock—woke up to some perv slurping my dick."
"Didn't like it?"
"Nah."
As if. Midnight reverse-rape from a hottie? Male fantasy fuel, like morning head on wakeup.
"Rape me in my sleep next time. Suck it hard till it's raging, then slam your pussy down."
"For real? So... even if no intel, you cool with just fucking whenever?"
"Yeah, but not every damn day."
Don't crash when I'm with other girls.
"Wouldn't be daily anyway. I'm about to get busy."
Set had purpose now. After we part, she'll dig intel and recruit. Feels like plotting a rebellion. Oh wait, it is.
"Next time, punish me rough like today."
"I'll wreck you."
"Hehe♥ As expected from the man whose cock I approve of."
Set crawled to me on the bed, bowed her head. Kissed my dick—not lips—flashed a slutty grin, and melted into shadow. Room went dead quiet in a blink.
But replaying the fuck in my head, I looked forward to next time. Planted a spy in the Demon King's camp. A Four Heavenly King, no less. Big step toward toppling him.
….
"Yawn."
Woke to the aftermath of wild sex everywhere. Cleaning this mess'll suck. Cum stains, sweat—reeks like hell. Rolling up the evil sheets to toss 'em, a tap at the window.
"Fuck, startled me."
Thought intruder—jumped, checked the window. No person.
"Pigeon?"
Pure white, elegant as a noble. No ordinary bird. Something tied to its leg. Opened the window; it hopped inside to the sill. Untied the paper.
Unfolded it.
To the Baron Dran,
Present yourself at the Imperial Palace immediately upon reading this.
— Second Princess Lucia Silv
"From the princess, huh."
I read it; pigeon flapped off. Her personal messenger, probably.
"Calling me sooner than expected."
Short and sweet: report to the palace ASAP. No regard for my schedule. Marcel and Elis due late afternoon. Crunching numbers, I could make it—just if she doesn't drag it out.
Geared up quick. Ditched Marcel's hubby's clothes for baron-appropriate fit. Breakfast? Grab bread on the way.
"Let's roll."
Straight to the mansion stables.
….
Dropped the horse at the nearby stable, headed for the gate.
"Excuse me, who might you be?"
"Baron Dran."
"Ah, the new baron. Sorry, didn't recognize you."
"Hahaha. Fresh noble—makes sense. No worries."
Noble talk from Ariana's lessons. Feels awkward. Next time, just wing it casual.
"Her Highness mentioned you'd arrive."
Guard signaled the doorman; fancy gates slid open. First time entering without Ariana or Rise. Nobility perks.
"...But which palace is the princess in again?"
Imperial Palace. Massive motherfucker. Not just royal digs—government offices, soldiers, knights, everything. Kinda remember the layout, but like 30 minutes walk from here? Ariana, Rise... help a guy out.
"Shit, lost already."
Big trouble. Survived hell, but stumped here?
"Excuse me, directions? ...Nah, simple fix."
"I'm busy."
"Which way to the princess's palace?"
"That way. Fancy one by the pointy building."
Palace maids always rushing—barely answered. Followed her tip.
Right way? "Shoulda gone deeper?"
Only 10 minutes. Reached the gaudy spot by the spire. Looks royal as fuck—fit for imperial blood.
...Not Asabel's palace. Someone else. Another princess.
"Then..."
Heart pounding, stepped closer. Normally grab a passerby for Asabel's spot. Didn't. Gulped hard. First time this nervous over a girl since regressing. Fear? Nah. Excitement.
"Ah..."
Walked the grounds, into the garden. Froze at the group inside.
"Lucia."
Silver hair, elegant like big sis Asabel. Spitting image. What I felt for that hero bitch? Not first love—just loyalty, flirt. Meeting this girl taught me real love. Second Princess of Gaia Empire... my first love...
Lucia Silv.
Struck my heart on sight, like last loop. Broken or whole now... so damn lovable.
"You bastard."
...Chills down my spine. Sharp sword at my throat before I knew it. Her knight snuck up behind.