Heruen, the Metropolis of the Demon Capital
I opened my eyes. Fine white dust drifted across the dilapidated ceiling. My head spun like it was about to split open.
"Ugh..."
I let out a faint groan and staggered to my feet. Dragging my stiff body, I headed to the cramped, damp bathroom. Twisting the rusty faucet unleashed a torrent of icy water. I splashed my face roughly and lifted my head to the mirror.
Water droplets plopped from the glass, and staring back was a delicate, exquisitely featured pretty boy. Snow-white skin, huge eyes. A face so beautiful anyone would gasp in admiration.
But even though it was my face, it still felt utterly alien. It had been half a year since I'd dropped into this bizarre world in this body. Time heals all wounds, they say, but adapting to a mad place where common sense itself was twisted felt damn near impossible.
"Aaang!♡ There...♡ Deeper, shove it deeper!♡"
-Squelch! Squish! Slap slap!
"Hngh...♡ Sis, please...!"
Right then, raw moans and the wet smack of flesh poured through the thin wall. This cheap dump had zero soundproofing. From morning till night, female demons dragged male prostitutes into their rooms and went at it.
"Haa... beastly bitches."
I tossed the towel irritably and muttered under my breath. Those animalistic rutting noises blared nonstop every damn day—blocking my ears at night just to get some sleep felt like a pipe dream for life.
A warped gender-reversed world where men were mere toys for pleasure or second-class citizens. Those female demons pounced on men's bodies like beasts in heat whenever the urge struck.
"Haa... fuck..!♡ C-coming...♡ Gonna cuuum...!!"
The demon next door hit a ragged climax with a grotesque wail. Sticky fluids splattering, womb clenching—the kind of nauseating racket I didn't even want to imagine assaulted my ears relentlessly.
I shook my head and stepped out of the bathroom. Staying in this room any longer would drive me insane for real.
I snatched a hunk of rock-hard bread from the rickety little table and bolted for the worn front door, stepping into the hallway.
A musty mold stench mixed with the fishy reek of semen stabbed my nose. This godforsaken one-room slum wasn't just uninsulated—it was basically one big orgy hall.
"Haaaang!♡ Cock! Your cock feels so gooood!♡"
"Ogodohgod!♡ Master, please stop...!"
Hysterical demon shrieks from the left, a young lad's whimpering pleas from the right. Ears rotting from the lewd acts happening right through paper-thin walls. I yanked my hood low and hurried on.
Sticky, slurping sounds echoed nonstop down the hall. The whole building heaved like one massive, panting organism.
Outside wasn't much better. If anything, more blatant. The streets were a hunting ground for lust-starved hyenas.
"Sis, cheap rate for ya. Quick fuck before you go."
"Three coins for a load from my dick—still nice and hard. Whaddya say?"
Male prostitutes swarmed every corner, barely covering their crotches, hawking themselves to passing female demons. Shaking asses, thrusting chests—it was a spectacle.
But the real shock was how the demons treated them.
"Oh my~ Aren't you cute? C'mere."
A tall demoness grabbed a hustler's hair roughly. Before he could scream, she dragged him into an alley corner and yanked down his pants.
"Slurp! Suck~!♡"
Blowjobs in broad daylight on the street, like it was nothing. Over there, a beastkin woman ground her dripping pussy against a flaccid cock, forcing it.
"Heh heh...♡ Love that dick smell...♡ Get hard already...!"
This place was insane. No common sense, no morals—just a hell of pleasure.
I kept my head down, dodging their eyes, and quickened my pace. One glance, and I'd be their prey.
Hurrying with my gaze fixed on the ground to escape this nightmare street—
Suddenly, a massive shadow lunged from a dingy alley corner, blocking my path.
"Hey, you little shit. Pay the toll to pass."
A gravelly voice hit me, thick with beastly musk. Startled, I peeked up: wolf ears jutting from her head, bushy tail swishing behind a plump ass. A sleazy low-rank demon prowling the streets.
"Outta nowhere...?"
I stumbled back, but she bared sharp fangs and closed in.
"Toll, now. No cash? Pay with that slutty body. What's with the hood? Hiding something tasty?"
Her rough paw ignored my flinch, yanking my hood off in a flash.
"Whoa..."
My face fully exposed, her eyes lit up. She inhaled deep, smacking her lips greedily.
"Fucking hell... you're hot as shit. Wanna rip those pants off and fuck you raw right now."
Shit. Lowlife thug, sure—but in this world, any woman with magic power outclassed me. Fragile guy with zero magic? No chance against her strength or spells.
Her gaze was already stripping me, pounding me into the dirt, milking me dry.
But... half a year rolling in this madness, I'd prepped my countermeasures.
As her greedy hand reached for my waist, I whipped out the magic-repellent spray from my pocket.
-Pssshhh!-
"Aaaagh! My eyes! Fuck, what the hell?!"
The stinging magic liquid hit her face dead-on. As she clawed her eyes, howling and rolling on the ground, I bolted without looking back.
"Don't you run! When I catch you, I'll squeeze that dick till it wears to nothing!!"
Chilling threats chased me, but I ran till my lungs burned.
Finally, I burst from the semen-stinking, moaning alleys onto the open main avenue.
...
Panting hard, I escaped the dank backstreets. Heruen's bustling main drag stretched before me—one of the Demon Capital's massive metropolises. Stout stone buildings lined the way, ornate carriages rumbling ceaselessly.
Even here, low-class solicitation lingered. Amid noble demonesses in finery, collared male prostitutes shook their asses—but no street-fucking beasts like in the slums.
I pulled my hood low again and headed for my destination.
Illusion's Banquet—Heruen's premier luxury brothel. The castle-like behemoth loomed ahead. At the entrance, two burly horned demon guards spotted me and grinned sleazily.
"Aw, our pretty boy's clocking in? How 'bout sucking sis's pussy before you head up?"
"Why you always hooded? Seeing that face is employee perks, y'know."
I forced an awkward smile and bowed.
"Haha... hi there..."
"Haa... just sniffing you gets me wet already, pussy throbbing. Should I rip those pants off and slurp your cum right here?"
Blatant, vulgar sexual harassment wrapped in rough jokes. Their hungry stares drilled through my pants, ready to pin me as a cum dump.
I ignored the cold sweat trickling down my spine and curved my lips awkwardly.
"I'd love to, but I'm on cleaning shift swap—gotta hustle inside."
Cravenly ducking my head to flee indoors, a iron grip seized my slender shoulder.
"Nuh-uh, no running. Straight to the top floor. Madam Lilith's asking for you."
Her words choked the air from my lungs. I froze solid.
"Pardon...? Madam Lilith...?"
Lilith. Owner of this pleasure palace, Illusion's Banquet—a Count wielding power in the Demon Capital. Why the hell would a cum-and-cash-obsessed madam summon a lowly janitor like me?
My heart hammered wildly. Icy dread crawled up my neck.
No big deal, right...? Nah, she'd never call a nobody unless it was.
Heart pounding, I stepped slowly—but urgently—into the building.