The Duke Waits for the Male Prostitute’s Letter
Cecilia sprawled face-down on the floor in a truly pitiful state. Gone was any trace of the arrogant grandeur she had once worn while ruling over the Demon Realm.
With her unfocused eyes fixed on empty space, she kept exhaling hot, ragged breaths through parted lips.
Between her legs, spread wide and swollen red at the entrance, the cloudy semen I had poured into her mixed with her own slick and ran down in a sticky dribble, making a wet, slurping pool.
“Haa... uuh...♡ Ah, baby... give me more milk...♡ Spank Mommy’s ass more too...”
Even after completely losing herself, she still craved my semen, her hips twitching unconsciously like the ruined little bitch she was.
Watching that hopeless slut, Lilith’s red lips curled into a smile.
In the room thick with the stench of blood and semen, she clicked toward me in her pointed heels.
“My, Damian~ You really are amazing. To take that old succubus, who spent her whole life pretending to be refined and elegant, and turn her into the perfect sex toy with nothing but your cock.”
Lilith reached out, her hand smeared with blood, and gently stroked my hair. There was possessiveness in that touch, and approval too—heavy, lingering, and unmistakable.
“Well done, my pretty little cleaner. I never imagined you’d do even better than I expected.”
Before her sweet praise had even finished, heavy footsteps thundered in through the shattered doorway.
Dark elves and vampires, breathing hard with weapons in hand. They were Lilith’s direct subordinates from the Dreaming Chalice.
Their armor was torn, and their weapons still dripped with fresh blood that had not yet cooled.
I swallowed hard. This massive force, Lilith’s bloody state, and the completely exposed office—there was no way this had all happened without intent.
They hadn’t been entirely without the desire to rescue me, perhaps. But if I looked at it calmly, it was nothing more than the perfect pretext.
A chance to crush the huge rival brothel they’d always found irritating in one clean sweep.
So she’d storm in under the excuse of protecting me... What a terrifying woman.
But since I’d already knocked Cecilia unconscious, there was no need for Lilith to fight her at all.
With a relaxed smile, Lilith gave a light tilt of her chin and issued orders to her underlings.
They roughly bound Cecilia’s naked body, now sprawled on the floor and leaking sticky semen, and dragged her away like a sack of garbage.
“How admirable~ She was such an eyesore anyway, that stupid bitch. Thanks to our pretty Damian, we got rid of her so easily and so cleanly.”
She patted my cheek affectionately with her bloodstained hand, genuinely delighted.
I glanced between the wreckage of the office and the armed troops, then spoke carefully.
“But... is it really okay to just barge into someone else’s establishment and take it over like this? If this causes a big problem in noble society later...”
At my innocent question, Lilith twisted her red lips and let out a low, amused snort.
“Fufu... You’re still saying such foolish things? The Demon Realm is a world where the strong prey on the weak. If you can’t protect what’s yours, then being stripped of it is only natural. The real crime of that woman was that she sat on immense power and still, without any strength to back it up, grew greedy beyond her station.”
She gave me a sultry little eye-smile and tapped my chest with a fingertip.
“Although I didn’t personally bring her down, you’re mine, so your victory is the same as the Dreaming Chalice’s victory. Besides, a noble getting buried by the cock of nothing more than a male prostitute and going feral like a beast? That’s the worst shame and most dreadful humiliation imaginable in demon society.”
Lilith’s eyes gleamed with the cruelty of a predator scenting blood.
“Right now she’s so lost in your cock she can’t even think straight, gasping like a mess, but tomorrow morning, when she wakes up sober, she’ll be driven completely insane by self-loathing and shame. And I plan to finish her off entirely.”
She really was a horrifying woman—cruel to the bone, in a way that made my skin crawl.
Suppressing my inner sigh and breaking into a cold sweat, I received her next words in the same gentle tone she used whenever she played the kindly madam.
“You did excellent work today, Damian. You’ve worked yourself to the bone, so go on back to the Dreaming Chalice and rest properly. I’ll take care of the dirty cleanup and everything else myself.”
“Yes... understood. Then I’ll take my leave first.”
I obediently nodded and hurried out of that hellish Starry Night office.
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High in the great tower overlooking the Demon Realm, Duke Rosena sat in her office and stared silently through the cold glass window at the wide open grounds below.
On the parade field, the powerful high-ranking demons of the duchy stood in formation, their sharp battle cries ringing out as they continued their advanced sword training.
On any ordinary day, she would already have been down there in person, watching every movement with ruthless scrutiny and hurling out feedback as she pleased.
But the Rosena Duke of late was completely different. She stared out the window with heavy, lowered eyes, then let out a deep sigh and sank into the plush chair in her office.
“Haa...”
As though bewitched by something, her languid hand slid covertly beneath the hem of her skirt.
She lifted the thin fabric of her underwear, and one slender finger slipped into the wet slit of her already soaked cunt.
“Hngh...”
Feeling the sticky slick warm her fingertips, she bit her trembling lip and thought back to that day a week ago.
At first, it had only been a casual outing. Her subordinates had been going on and on about how entertaining the brothels in Hereun were, and she had grown tired of taking her bitter medicine on schedule just to replenish her yang energy. So she’d considered, on a whim, whether she might as well take a man beneath her with her own hands and fill herself up that way for once.
But none of the men in the Demon Realm had been able to satisfy the deep thirst lying dormant within her. Only that little cleaner she’d met at the Dreaming Chalice—Damian—had been different.
“Nn... aaah... hha...”
As her finger ground against the slick wall of her sex like some writhing larva, her waist arched up before she even realized it.
Night after night, Damian’s arrogant, dominant face kept rising in her mind, and Duke Rosena had been unable to sleep properly for days.
When the pleasure of him looking down at her without mercy and ravaging her roughly came flooding back, lewd, vulgar moans spilled endlessly from between the lips of the cold, proud duke.
The lower part of her belly tingled, and the tightly clenched inside of her cunt fluttered wetly.
Knock, knock—
At the polite knock that shattered the silence, she jerked in alarm and yanked her hand out from between her legs.
In an instant, she had slapped on the mask of the cold duke again. She drew her knees together, straightened her clothes, and said frostily, “Come in.”
The heavy door opened, and Marquis Baek Seon-hwa, the duchy’s second-in-command, walked inside. With an imposing dragon horn rising through her flowing white hair, she bowed with cool elegance, her beauty sharp and severe.
“Your Grace, I have come to report on today’s training results for the troops.”
The marquis recited the progress in an icy, unbroken voice.
“The advanced training for elite forces classified as semi-nobles and above has been completed successfully. Battalion-level tactical restructuring and the replenishment of new units have also proceeded without issue, and the lower-ranked soldiers have likewise completed their formation drill training.”
Her report had not a single flaw. Unlike Hereun, the free city of pleasure and indulgence, the Rosena Duchy was a vast military organization built on overwhelming force.
Rune stones, the duchy’s main source of revenue, were poured out of dungeons crawling with vicious monsters, and constantly adjusting and coordinating the demons’ formations in preparation for the next dungeon conquest was one of the most crucial tasks for the survival of the domain.
“I see. Good work. The training results aren’t bad, so keep this momentum going for now.”
Even after hearing Baek Seon-hwa’s perfect report, Duke Rosena answered without much feeling and gave a perfunctory nod.
If this had been usual, she would already have been firing sharp questions about the results, probing for weaknesses in the tactics. But right now her mind was full of something else entirely.
She cleared her throat awkwardly once, then fixed her gaze on the papers atop her desk and spoke carefully, pretending to be calm.
“And... has anything else come in?”
At the sudden question, Marquis Baek Seon-hwa tilted her silver horn slightly and looked puzzled.
“Anything else, Your Grace? Could you be more specific?”
Rosena struggled to suppress her flustered expression and frowned a little.
“You know. The thing I mentioned in passing last time.”
Only then did a faint understanding pass across Baek Seon-hwa’s cool face.
“Ah... do you mean the letter from the Dreaming Chalice?”
Rosena flinched, having been hit exactly where it hurt, but she lifted her chin with false dignity and launched into an excuse.
“Y-yes. I’m not asking because I need it, of course, but if they went so far as to send a letter first, then it wouldn’t be proper noble etiquette to ignore it completely. If anything has arrived, bring it to me.”
But the marquis shook her head firmly.
“No correspondence from Hereun has arrived at the domain yet.”
At that moment, Duke Rosena clenched her fist tightly beneath the desk without even realizing it. Because of her suppressed emotions, a cold and powerful wave of magic slowly seeped from her body, pressing heavily on the air in the office.
That insolent little male prostitute! After getting me so aroused—no, after humiliating me—like some beast, and then not sending a single word for a whole week?
She ground her teeth in fury. At the very least, wasn’t it the duty of a male prostitute who had spent the night with her to send some obvious, formulaic letter like, I hope you returned safely to your domain. I will serve you even better next time you come.
Her thin pride as a duke would never allow her to take the first step, so all she could do was gnaw at her red lips in frustration.
“Your Grace...!”
Just then, the tightly shut office door burst open with a bang, and some baron under the duchy came running in, panting and frantic.
Baek Seon-hwa’s fierce gaze snapped toward him at once, offended by the interruption in the middle of an important report.
“What do you think you’re doing? Can’t you see Her Grace is receiving an important report? How dare you barge in here without any courtesy? Get out immediately!”
At the marquis’s cold rebuke, the baron went pale and hunched his shoulders miserably.
But Duke Rosena’s eyes were fixed instead on the small, ornate red envelope clutched tightly in the baron’s heaving hand.
Her heart dropped with a thud, and she hurriedly reached out to stop the marquis.
“Wait. Stop. What is that you’re holding?”
At the duke’s sharp question, which still carried a faint tremor, the baron swallowed hard and carefully lifted the sweat-damp envelope with both hands.
“It’s a letter that just arrived through the transmission array! A message for Your Grace, sent from Hereun, the free city!”
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