Demon King Reigns 2
"Shan! I'm using your body pretty well, right? No complaints?"
"I am your summon. It is my honor to be of service to you, my king."
I turned my gaze to the two bodies sprawled on the floor. First, the man whose solar plexus had been pierced by my attack through Shan. He was already cold as ice.
"Dead as a doornail."
He'd been an S-rank hunter using some gravity field defense ability. And next to him...
"Shin Bomi."
Manager Shin Bomi lay face-down, unconscious. Through the tears in her pajamas, her smooth back and shoulders were exposed. The scars of battle paradoxically highlighted her fragility. If Jejeop hadn't swarmed them as flea-flies before Shan arrived, she would've been murdered on the spot. Jejeop had been chattering nonstop in my ear, spitting details about her biomembrane ability—a transparent mucous shield. In a way, it was like a lesser version of Shan's power, not your typical hunter skill by any means.
At that moment, the blonde beauty wearing Shan instead of clothes twitched.
One of Shan's parts sharpened into a blade, aiming straight for the blonde's heart.
"My king, I saw your interest in this flesh. Shall I kill her, strip her soul, and puppet the empty shell for you?"
Shan's voice brimmed with pure loyalty. She'd caught the thrill I'd felt while borrowing her body and wanted to gift me this woman.
"No. Stop! I don't want you puppeting corpses."
At my command, the black blade halted inches from piercing the blonde's heart.
Heh. As it retracted from her heart, her face twisted in a bizarre grin. Shan laughing, no doubt.
"Shan, release her now. I have questions."
Purrrrrruk!!
As Shan detached from her body in its original "insect of Shagai" form, the unbound nude body rolled limply across the floor.
Thud.
The soft flesh bounced lightly on impact, quivering. Toned from exercise, with solid abs and an apple-shaped ass—it was easy to picture her daily routine starting with a morning jog.
I beckoned to Shan hovering in the air.
Purrrrrruk!
Shan flew to me, draping over my back as a black cape fluttering naturally, like it had always been there.
Now in my perfect "White-Masked Demon King" form, I let my mana flow freely and approached her slowly.
The blonde beauty huddled naked on the floor. Spotting her husband's corpse, she'd curled into a fetal ball, arms wrapped around herself. Her pale lips and darting eyes spoke volumes of her shock.
Our eyes met briefly, and her lips trembled.
"N-not... my body... please..."
She struggled to sit up, clasping her hands in desperate plea.
"Please... stay away..."
With each slow step I took, terror gripped her. Overwhelmed, she clawed at her hair, rocking her torso back and forth. Her breasts swung like pendulums with the motion.
"Don't take my body... please... please..."
Her voice regressed to a child's whimper as she sucked her thumb. The psychological damage had regressed her to infancy. Who could've imagined a demon hijacking her body?
Standing right before her, she shivered like she had malaria.
"Pleasepleasepleaseleave me alone pleasepleasepleaseplease"
"Shhh!"
I pressed a finger to my lips. Her frantic eyes locked onto me and froze.
Shhh— A gust blew through the shattered window, billowing my cape.
She was still overwhelmed by fear of Shan. Cortisol bloomed red around her. Dread of the unknown demon that had puppeteered her body. She held her breath, unable to exhale.
Long blonde hair framing a small head. Up close, she was stunningly beautiful—elf-like, even. Her spread legs left her vulnerably exposed, stirring a faint arousal. No shame registered in her for the exposure.
"Mystic River... what's your value?"
Her head whipped between my white mask and the cape on my back, dizzy with confusion. She slapped her cheeks to snap out of it.
"I'm... too pretty to die now..."
"Pretty? Does that save your life?"
"Ah... no... please."
She dug her heels in, trying to scoot away. Pathetic... utterly pathetic human defense mechanisms. Endorphins surged from her now, followed by dopamine, adrenaline, cortisol.
I was witnessing the pitiful human brain manufacturing pleasure to cope with overwhelming terror. Look at this wretched creature getting aroused from her hands brushing her nipples while covering her chest. Her brain leaking pussy juice like a prey animal shitting itself to flee a predator.
Blonde pubes, even. Her cute labia fluttered adorably. My cock hardened naturally at the sight. Seeing the bulge in my pants lit a spark of hope in her eyes.
Gathering courage, she reached for my zipper, stroking my cock with trembling hands. Exposed to the cool air, it made her eyes widen.
Endorphins, dopamine, a cocktail of hormones—fascinating. Her brain was now commanding her to worship my cock.
Slurp. Slurp. Sluuurp!
She pursed her lips, tenderly sucking my glans.
The human brain's job is action—movement. Hers had calculated this as the optimal survival behavior: fellating my tip.
Glurk... glurk. Gulk! Glub glub. Shluuurp, shluuurp!
Blondes are all alike? Mystic started with deepthroat like Ieliya. Gu Mirae or U Mi-young would tease the tip, gauge my reaction, then fake a deepthroat—but true blondes go straight for no-hesitation throat-goating.
Impressed by her effort, I gently stroked her hair. Oxytocin bloomed, emboldening her to caress my ass. Her nose pressed to my lower belly stirred a conqueror's lust.
I petted her lush locks, praising her. A beauty servicing for her life. I had no intention of killing her, but her brain defined this as peak optimality.
Blurt. Bluuuurt.
After deep insertion, I erupted down her esophagus. The warmth seemed to move her—or maybe the semen restored her strength—easing her expression.
"Hah... hah... hah... My pussy's even better."
Catching her breath, she lifted her ass, spreading her pussy in a V.
I stood there blankly, savoring her mouth and pussy service in sequence. Gripping her slender waist, I moved slowly; her wide, birthing hips swayed rhythmically.
"Tell me everything about your organization. No holding back."
Stifling moans, Mystic River spilled about Nova Catholic and their alliance with the American nuclear mafia.
"The American nuclear mafia rules the world?"
Intriguing. America's elite started with oil, but those oil barons seized nuclear energy too, forming a colossal syndicate. The issue: Japan's nuclear mafia had allied with South American and Chinese drug cartels, flooding the market with "Oni's Blood," "Awakening Fruits," fentanyl, and drugs—challenging their empire.
"Pathetic... utterly pathetic and foolish."
To me, it was laughable. This was all Baal's game. Baal's plan to addict America, UK, Canada, Europe to fentanyl. A delightful clash: nuclear mafia vs. drug mafia.
Who would rule the world? The power struggle among short-lived humans had ignited full-force.
Nova Catholic, teamed with the American nuclear mafia, were dumb enough to fight their own creator, Baal.
Laughter escaped me. From a step back, it was human greed—lifespans under 80 years—sparking wars.
"Harder... harder!!"
Mystic River's eyes rolled back, fully immersed in my cock. Pleasure is terrifying. Her pussy walls clenched harder. Oxytocin billowed from her head and pussy.
Suddenly, I could see oxytocin activating in pale pink across her breasts, stomach, heart, brain, kidneys.
I'd seen cortisol flare red earlier. Especially the pheromones carrying oxytocin into the air—miraculous.
'Synced with human flesh through Shan?'
Just before, Shan had absorbed into every pore and hole of Mystic River. I'd felt my understanding of human anatomy deepen then, and these visuals started.
A thrill at getting closer to demon king status. I cut off Jejeop and probed her cervix deeply, scanning her body. Rising oxytocin meant she was bonding with me.
I pushed in slowly, whispering in her ear.
"Squeeze tighter."
"Haaah... nghrglurk guuut!!"
Mystic now accepted my cock without resistance, wrapping her arms around my neck. I held her warm, yielding body and creampied her.
Blurt. Bluurt...
After flooding her womb with hot semen, I pulled out and slapped her crotch clean. The casual habit with my fucktoys made me chuckle unwittingly.
"I-I can do better. More... please."
Mystic shook her ass at me, begging. Did the glans taps signal her "use" was over?
"Please... use me more as a fuckhole. Please. I don't wanna die. Please."
"Not killing you. Just shut up and sleep."
I knocked her out with mana and stood, slowly turning toward Manager Shin Bomi, who'd been watching me the whole time.