The Flame Lord's Pathetic Plea
With my mouth still full of the dark crimson power of lust from Myiasis, I roughly grabbed Ignis's red hair again as she gasped, her eyes unfocused.
"Now, breathe in the lewd stench your lord is spewing."
I hurled Ignis, splattering the remnants of lust mixed with saliva, into the midst of the mine foreman and the villagers shedding bloody tears. She crashed onto the dirt floor, curling her frail body in shame and trembling, but the grotesque slave restraints that her lower armor had become only exposed her soaking wet pussy even more blatantly to the commoners' gazes.
"You all heard that, right? This bitch is the great mage who burned your families alive and took your children's lives... Lady Ignis."
My declaration tore through the silence of the mine. In that instant, the air inside twisted grotesquely. The lecherous lust in the villagers' eyes—sparked just moments ago by the sight of Ignis's transformed beauty—faded in a heartbeat of stunned quiet, morphing in real time. The simple desire to ravage a pretty girl evaporated. In its place surged the bloody tears of parents who'd lost children, the curses of miners bereft of comrades, and the pent-up murderous rage of those crushed underfoot their whole lives. Their eyes now gleamed with a ferocity crueler than any beast's.
"Th-this... this slut is really that mage bastard...?"
"The demon who burned my son alive... my son... and it's saying this bitch did it?!"
At the foreman's grinding howl, the villagers began picking up clubs and pickaxes one by one, closing in to surround Ignis.
"H-heek?! St-stay back, you filthy vermin... how dare you touch my body?!"
Ignis screamed desperately in her girl's voice, but her slender legs, soaked in my lust power, had long lost their strength as terror made her stumble backward. The rough hands of the commoners she'd scorned and trampled her entire life now seized her fragile white skin like beasts, mauling it mercilessly.
"Agh! Aaaaagh! Let go, let me go! Dirty, so dirty!"
Ignis's agonized shriek ripped through the mine.
"Ah, aaagh! Haaaang! N-no...! Don't touch me with those filthy hands...! Hngh, mmph!"
But to the villagers, it wasn't a moan of pleasure—it was the wail of the meat lump that would vent their grudges. They ground her red hair into the dirt, stomped and ravaged her swollen breasts and wide hips without mercy.
"Haaaagh! Kyaaagh! Eugh, kgh...! N-no...!"
The pride of her noble mage days, the dignity of her domain's ruler... it all crumbled to ash beneath the villagers' crude, filthy hands. I watched the scene coldly, channeling the rage from my bodiless days. My flesh was an abyss that rejected mana, so even the turbid waves of hatred exploding from the villagers converted into savage demonic power with every brush against me, dyeing my body an even deeper black-red.
"Slurp, sluuuurp...! Haa, ngh... chp, slurp! Mmph, mmmph!"
Ignis was now being defiled at the feet of the vermin she'd treated as bugs, her clothes torn away, covered in dirt, tasting the ultimate social death. "Heek, ugh...! Please, just kill me...! Haaang, haaaang! Aaaah!" The arrogant king's pride that once ruled the domain was gone. All that remained was a bitch's despair, moaning wretchedly under the villagers' hateful hands, slowly breaking amid the stench and filth of those she'd despised.
"Guuugh, mmph...! Haaaang! Kyaaaaagh...!!!"
Suddenly, the girl's body, rolling in the muck under their brutal hands, let out a grotesque rupture and began to warp. The lust power I'd bestowed had reached its limit.
"A, aaaaaagh!"
The slender girl's scream morphed in an instant into a thick, guttural male roar. Her delicate frame cracked and ballooned massively with wooden snaps; her plump breasts hardened into muscle, her smooth skin roughened into scarred male flesh. Even her flame-scorched lower body regenerated fully. Ignis glared with bloodshot eyes at his restored original body.
"Ha, haha... hahahaha! I'm back! Finally back in my own body!"
He rose from the dirt, laughing maniacally, glaring at the villagers surrounding him with clubs like a beast. Drunk on triumph, he bellowed, "You filthy commoner scum! How dare you lay hands on your lord! Now you're dead... I'll burn you all alive, every last bug in this pit!"
Grinning viciously, he focused all his power on the slave mark on his abdomen, desperately gathering mana. His one thought: melt this mine with 7th Circle destructive flames and tear me—the one who'd humiliated him—to shreds.
But that fleeting hope soon strangled him with white despair.
"Wh-what...? Why... why won't the mana come...? Where's my power?!"
Ignis's eyes twitched in spasms. His mana circuits were already shredded and sealed by my demonic energy. No matter how frantically he clawed for mana, all that returned was the stabbing rejection from the savage demonic force I'd implanted. My body was an abyss rejecting mana, and every drop of black-red energy I'd poured into him while ravaging him had overwritten even his core with demonic power.
"N-no way! I'm Ignis! Ruler of this domain!"
He screamed in panic, but the villagers met him with cold sneers. They didn't retreat a single step even after he reverted to male. Their eyes burned with pure murderous intent, the lust gone, the madness thicker.
"Male or not, doesn't change that this bastard killed our families."
At the foreman's dry words, heavy clubs and rusted blades rained down from all sides on Ignis's restored body.
"Aagh! Aagh! Stop! You vermin! Don't touch my body!"
Back in his male form, but mana-less, he was just a big target. The villagers didn't care if he was man or woman. To them, Ignis was no longer an object of awe—just an enemy begging to be killed. Crunch, crack...! A crude pickaxe buried into his shoulder; clubs pulverized his once-sturdy ribs to dust. The false hope of reversion gifted him, paradoxically, the more vivid, horrific pain of a male body.
I watched the despair unfold coldly. The black-red demonic aura cloaking me swirled thicker, devouring the villagers' hatred eddying through the mine. Ignis was helplessly crushed under thousands of kicks and blades. Every authority and pride from his days as domain lord scattered like rags. Crawling with bloody tears, he found no mercy from the commoners he'd despised lifelong—they just tightened the noose.
That brief hope from reversion was merely a tool plunging him deeper into hell. Amid endless despair and agony, Ignis tumbled into an darkness worse than death at the feet of the commoners he loathed.
Crude clubs and pickaxes battered his restored male body mercilessly. Sickening crunches of shattering bone and bursting flesh filled the mine. Yet even in that maelstrom of agony, the lust demon power etched deep in his core burned like an unquenchable flame, squeezing his last shreds of reason.
"Ugh, urgh! Magic... if only my magic would return...!"
Even as clubs smashed him, Ignis wept bloody tears, desperately wringing out mana. His final spasm: repay all this insult with 7th Circle arrogant flames. But everything was already thoroughly corrupted by my demonic force. My body rejected mana at its essence, and the black-red energy I'd flooded him with had overwritten his core completely. No matter how he strained to cast, he got only savage demonic rejection stabbing like needles—and amplified lust thirst.
The hellish pain of mana being crushed and converted into demonic power gifted him a craving worse than death.
"Keurgh! N-no... impossible...!"
Without magic's protection, his male body crumbled under the villagers' hateful blows. His arrogance and dominion as domain lord turned to ash, leaving only wretched moans soaked in pain and lust.
At the rock bottom of despair, Ignis made a horrific choice. Toward me—the bug-like existence he'd hated and scorned his life, yet now the sole source of the terrible pleasure scorching his insides—he began to crawl.
"M-Master...!"
His once-boastful voice gone, a beastly whimper of misery echoed through the mine. Dragging crushed legs and broken arms, he crawled through blood and filth to my feet.
"God of lust... god of lust...! Please, shove it in! Take me... take me! Fill this wretched body... with your lust!"
Begging pleasure from the worm he'd despised—the most shameful, depraved sight. His noble arrogance vanished; at my feet lay only a bloodied lump, thirstier for lust than any cur.