The Infiltrating Shota
"Get captured by the demonkin as a prisoner, then steal Siela's skills as much as you can. I'll definitely come rescue you."
Han Seyoung stroked my hair like it was the fur of some adorable kitten. The moment I heard those words, my limp, exhausted body—drained from all the pleasure—stirred back to life.
"Have you... lost your mind...?"
"Nope, I'm perfectly sane."
"You're telling me to infiltrate the demonkin—Siela's army, swarming with corpses—and let that bitch leader fuck my dick?"
"Pretty much, yeah?"
"You're insane."
I shot back seriously. Squiiiish— The gentle hand stroking my hair turned razor-sharp. Han Seyoung grabbed a fistful roughly.
"I said I'm not insane. I'm perfectly normal right now."
"If I go there and get caught, I could be executed!"
"No, the demonkin don't kill males."
Marel, still glaring at me with a ferocious scowl, stood up from her seat.
"As you know, males are precious to the demonkin. They'll turn you into a machine that squeezes out seed until you can't anymore. Then you'll serve with your mouth and hands. With that alluring body of yours, they'll probably cast anti-aging magic on you."
"Hear that? You won't die."
"No, seriously!!!"
I trust Han Seyoung—I've seen her power up close, so no one has higher trust from me. But considering everything she's done to me so far, this feels ominous. Selling me off to some weird knight order, making me fuck demonkin in an invitational setup... None of her orders have ever benefited me.
"Fuck."
"Oh? Did you just say 'fuck'?"
"Fuck!!! You fucking fuck!!! Dick-fuck, fuck!! You're making me do some weird shit again!"
"What?"
I couldn't hold back anymore and unleashed my rage. I couldn't accept it. Just because she's strong, does that mean she can do whatever she wants to others? Caught off guard by my sudden shift in attitude, Han Seyoung rarely showed a startled expression. I seized the moment and pressed on.
"I can tolerate you raping me."
"You enjoy it too."
"But why do you keep letting other women fuck me? Don't you like me anymore?"
"Hmmm..."
Thud! Han Seyoung lightly punched my solar plexus. Trying to shut me up with violence, huh? But I'm not the old Baek Sejun anymore.
Grab.
"Oh?"
I easily caught the punch she threw. For a split second, I considered twisting her arm, but before I knew it, my other hand swung out on its own.
My body reacted automatically?
Thanks to all the real combat experience I've built up? No, that doesn't make sense—since coming to this world, I've just been getting raped...
Did I reach Han Seyoung's level, where I get stronger just by sitting around?
I might not beat Han Seyoung, but if I land even a meaningful hit, maybe she'll listen to me more?
Grab, crack!
"Aaaah!! It hurts!! Hurts!!"
"You dare punch me? You're a hundred years too early."
Such delusions ended in mere seconds. Just like I imagined, Han Seyoung easily grabbed my hand and twisted my arm perfectly. Agony hit along with the grotesque sound from my joint.
"Heal him."
"Pardon?"
"Hurry up and heal this kid's arm."
Thankfully, before I could feel more pain, Marel's light healed the hideously twisted joint. I felt the terror I'd briefly forgotten all over again. Han Seyoung could squash me like a fly, and I punched her? Cold sweat trickled down my back. The pain was gone, but deep fear was etched into my heart.
"Did it hurt?"
"N-no..."
"You'll listen to me now, right?"
"Y-yes..."
I don't know Han Seyoung's intentions for sending me into the heart of enemy territory. But I'll stop trying to figure out her mind. It's too scary.
***
Siela's most cherished subordinates among the Demon King's top executives. Though the world thinks her legion is all undead, no army can be made solely of corpses. The 'Guides'—mages who command hundreds of undead—relay Siela's orders to their hordes of the dead. Naturally, these Guides are living beings. In Siela's legion, where most personalities are erased, they receive special treatment.
"Guide, we've captured a suspicious human."
"A human? Why would a human..."
Guide Altes pondered as she received the report from the rare undead with its personality intact. Humans showing up right when assassins target the Demon King?
"Tch, kill it at the border and turn it into an undead."
"W-well..."
"Why are you dawdling?"
This frustrating patched-together lump of flesh—Altes stood, despising the pathetic undead.
"Why are you dawdling?"
"It's a m-male..."
"A male?"
"I-I mean, not just any human—it's a man."
That changed everything. Altes suddenly liked this dim-witted undead.
A precious male...!
Objectively, demonkin outclass humans. They live for centuries, get pregnant every five months, and have incomparable vitality. Human babies take months to walk; demonkin babies run right after birth. They don't get minor illnesses, and even major ones heal in days thanks to innate immunity.
But this invincible race has a fatal flaw: males are extremely rare. The ratio is about 2:8. Most female demonkin live lonely lives without mates. Altes is one of them. Considering her position under Siela, it shows how many demonkin lack partners.
Just be careful with contraception.
After the truce, higher-ups banned human-demonkin intercourse fearing half-breeds, but secretly—or openly—most demonkin capture and rape human males.
"...I'll interrogate the prisoner myself. Don't tell the other Guides—bring him to me quietly."
"Yes!"
Squelch, squelch.
Altes's pussy throbbed at the thought of tasting a human male, demand for which had skyrocketed lately. Squirt, squirt... She felt her love juices leaking and eagerly awaited him.
"Guide, this is the suspicious human 'male.' Brought him as ordered."
"Good work. Now get out. Oh, and dismiss the guards in front of the tent."
"Pardon?"
"Hurry! You know we can't let confidential info leak."
"U-understood..."
The human dragged before Altes had pale skin, a small body... sharp eyes that oddly stirred her lust. Bound in ropes, the man trembled faintly.
He's so young?
Altes couldn't hide her surprise at the captured human male. Even generously, he looked 14 or 15 in human years—not that it mattered. She was genuinely aroused by this kid.
Was this my type...?
Altes was a normal demonkin with healthy libido. Her heat for tiny Baek Sejun stemmed from his Rape Inducement skill. In conclusion, the one truly captured was Altes.
"Why are you here?"
"I-I..."
"Not your average kid. Sneaking past the border guards and lurking near our camp. What are you after?"
Altes's deduction was spot-on. But blinded by rising lust, she missed the cunning shota's scheme.
"No need to say. From now on, interrogation turns to torture."
"H-hiiik... Don't!"
Swish, thud!
Altes grabbed the little guy's collar and hurled him onto the bed. The cheap military cot dented from the impact.
"Ow... ugh?!"
"Fuck, strip! You little creep!"
Shedding her last shred of soldierly dignity, Altes forgot about interrogation. She was lost in the thought of making the boy under her moan and writhe. No doubt thanks to Baek Sejun's skill.
"Suck it."
"Sniff... Get it away from my face, please..."
"Cry all you want—no one's saving you."
Flung onto the bed, Baek Sejun wailed in despair. Did that stoke Altes's lust further? Her stern soldier's face morphed into that of a bitch in heat.
"Haa..."
Gulp, gulp!
To her, Baek Sejun's despairing face was plenty arousing. Without any foreplay, she squirted heavily, soaking and messing up his face.
"Ugh, eek... No... Please..."
"You fucker, lick up every drop on your face. Or I'll snap your fingers one by one."
"H-hiiik... I'll do it! Please...!"
Lick... lick lick...
"Sluuuurp..."
"Haa, so hot... Gonna squirt again."
"Hic, hee..."
"Alright, now..."
I'm putting it in.