Defeated Succubus (10)
Ever since her horns were lopped off, Demon King Bianca's momentum had deflated. It was like her towering pride had crumbled just a bit. Horns must be truly precious to demons, apparently. Ishtar called it the Demon King's weakness, while Bianca referred to it as the demon's crystallization. To me, though, they were just handles.
"Kyarrgh! S-stop that! I don't need to be here for such a short trip!"
"It's not about need—it's fun. Like riding an electric scooter?"
"Y-you psycho bastard...! Using the Demon King as a mount...!"
Bianca wanted to return to the demon realm, but I wasn't allowing it. Instead, I was using her as a mode of transportation. Like a car or a horse. Actually, she was more convenient and entertaining than I'd expected. Pull the handles—that is, her horns—to the left, and...
"Ow! O-okay! This way, right? Don't grip so hard..."
Bianca obediently turned her body. Her usual tiny frame didn't offer enough surface area for me to ride comfortably, but that Full Burst Mode? It bulked her up to the perfect size for a hobby horse. Super handy.
"Nngh...! Using Full Burst Mode for something this pathetic...! You real psycho...!"
"What? Who're you calling a psycho?"
"Ow ow ow! I take it back! Take it back! I'll retract it, so don't yank my horn! If it gets cut more, I'm really in danger!"
Having her horn severed had left a trauma; even a slight tug made her freak out and soften her attitude.
Honestly, this girl was still a monster. Not compared to me, but by normal standards. If she wanted, she could turn not just Pangchang-dong but the entire Korean Peninsula into a barren wasteland with a meteor shower. I'd seen it on the news—a whole Chinese metropolis obliterated in three seconds. According to Ishtar, even at less than a quarter strength, no one could beat her. She'd only used a tenth of her power against that hero guy, Hayato, and still crushed him.
"Hic... Hic...! I hate it now...! I don't want my horns cut...! Hic! Sniff!"
But right now, trembling Bianca was just a four-legged stroller fretting over her horns' safety. One with auto-follow, no less. I used her for trivial stuff, like going to the bathroom or kitchen. Just for kicks. If she resisted, one call to Isia flipped her face—she'd arch her back like a saddle and surrender.
"Why do you cower from Isia?"
"Kyarrgh..."
"Scared she'll cut your horns again?"
"......Ungh..."
Bianca precious stroked the tip of her horn. It used to tower much higher, now sliced clean at the base.
"Why not get revenge on Isia for chopping your precious horn?"
"Nngh..."
"Of course, I'd step in and stop you. Rip out what's left."
"Kyarrgh! W-when did I say revenge?! Why provoke me?! Hey, just ride your carriage quietly!"
Watching her now reminded me of circus elephants. They catch a baby elephant, tie it to a stake with rope. The calf can't pull it free. Trainers whip and tase it every time it struggles. By adulthood, it could uproot the stake effortlessly—but it doesn't even try. Helplessness is learned.
Breaking Bianca like that could be fun. I could drain her juices and weaken her, but a subordinate with power is more useful. Just look at Himeko...
Himeko looked ready to behead Bianca and mount her head on the gate, but killing wasn't my style. Plus, she was a cutie—too bad to waste.
"Hey, Bianca. Let's head out."
"What? Outside? In this getup?"
"Got a problem?"
"Ow ow ow! N-no problem! No complaints, so don't squeeze! Horns are sensitive!"
She crawled out the gate on all fours. Head gardener Seo Jeonghui rushed over in her work clothes to see off the master of the house.
"Going for a drive, sir?"
"Yeah. Got a new ride. No license, but better than a car."
"I see. Have a safe trip, Master."
Good thing that guy wasn't home then. He'd gone to meet his daughter Na Yuna and dodged disaster. If he'd been napping in his garden tent as usual, Isia's fight with Bianca would've killed him.
"Nngh...! People seeing me like this embarrasses you too... K-Kim Hoyoung. I'll take you anywhere inside, so..."
Smack!
"Ow! Quit spanking my ass! It's not a punching bag!"
"Want me to hit your horn instead?"
"S-sorry... Spank my ass instead."
"Crawl nicely."
"O-okay... Damn it."
Bianca had shame, of course. Her already high-slit leather dress—exposing hips and thighs—now had the nipple and pussy patches sliced off, making it look like perverted cosplay for playtime, nothing more.
Out in public like that, with a guy riding her back, crawling on all fours. To humans she'd once dismissed as ants?! No... now she was the ant.
"K-K-Kim Hoyoung. Where are we going... At least tell me the destination."
"No real destination."
"Then why..."
"New ride means test drive."
I expertly steered her onto the road. She kept fretting over stares, blushing. Guess she didn't know Pangchang-dong residents were hypnotized not to care what I did. Without that, people would've whipped out phones, filming and posting to SNS or NewTube nonstop. I hated the noise, so I'd prevented it.
"Ugh... Humiliating. No shame like this in Demon King history... Only way to wash it is burn every witness in Hell Flame... Ugh..."
Still feisty. Or... not entirely. Sniffling obediently while crawling? Like a delinquent's errand boy muttering "revenge someday" while jotting names in a notebook. That pitiful plan never happens. Bread shuttles or Demon Kings—same fate.
"Honestly, I don't have a license."
"L-license?"
"No cars on the Western Continent, right? In your world... like a carriage?"
I pointed at speeding cars. Bianca's eyes bulged at the metal beasts outpacing horses. People inside...?
"Our road laws don't allow carriages on roads."
"W-wait! Kim Hoyoung! What the hell?!"
"Forward."
"Nngh! Yanking horns again! Nngh...!"
Pull both horns: go straight. She gritted her teeth and crawled into traffic.
I positioned first in the empty lane, waiting at the light. Pedestrians crossing glanced at her.
"Nngh...!"
All they saw was her head. Her shame-flushed face stayed ground-level, hidden. Pangchang-dong folks ignored her thanks to hypnosis, but she suffered alone. Reminded me of puberty, avoiding outings over a pimple. She didn't know about the hypnosis, though.
"Hey, Bianca."
"...What, you dog bastard."
"Light changed."
"What? Light?"
Honk honk.
"See? Truck behind honking."
"What's a honk? Truck?"
"Just go."
"Eek!"
She only listened with a good squeeze—like a real car.
Honk honk!!
"Hey, speed up. Too slow."
"Wh-what?! You think I owe you?! Bossy much!"
Turtle-crawling was a traffic foul. Cars zipped at 60 km/h; she snail-paced, so honks made sense.
Honk honk!!! Honk honk honk honk!!!!
"Hey, Bianca. Faster, I said."
"Nngh...! Impossible demands...! Think I'm your slave?"
Honk honk honk honk honk!!!! BEEEEEP!
"Damn, that tailgater's excessive. Annoying, right?"
"Y-yeah, agreed..."
"Hey, fucker! If you're driving a shitbox, pull over! Blocking the whole road, you bitch!"
Huh? No honk, but curses flew. Truck switched lanes for payback. Window out: tattooed arm, spits cig with saliva, grins menacingly.
"Dumbass bitch, kekeke."
"Ugh! Oh god."
"Kyarrgh!!"
Bianca snarled like a beast. Truck sideswiped her and sped off over the limit.
"Pissed? Catch up then, loser."
Middle finger bonus. No need to explain—Bianca knew the insult.
"Hey, Bianca. Can you catch that truck?"
"Kyarrgh!!"
"Whoa! F-fast!"
Truck at full throttle, but closing in. Her hind legs stomped, leaping with a gale. Fast. High. Like vertical drop on an extreme coaster. Front legs—arms—land lightly, leap again. Spine waves like a cheetah's. Truck right ahead.
"H-hey! Thug bitch! You followed?!"
"Huh? Wh-what the fuck! How?!"
Accelerator revs. No racing mood.
"Bianca. Lifting attack magic ban. Temporarily."
"Kyarrgh!! Raaargh!!"
"What the fuck! Fire from her mouth...!"
Enraged Bianca dragon-breathed flames. Boom. Engine ignited, truck exploded.
"Aaaah! My truck, financed barely! No truck, business ruined!!"
"Business later—pat out back flames. You'll burn."
"Aaaah!!"
Driver survived, but agony ahead.
"Kyarrgh! Insulting the Demon King—payback! Kikikik!"
"Having fun, Bianca?"
"Ogogo?! Wh-what!"
Yanked her neck 90 degrees. She glared: why ruin the mood?
"Wh-what! You permitted it! Scolding me now is unfair!"
"...Sky."
"Hah?!"
"Always wanted a flying car."
"What bullshit—aaah♡ Kehii! Wh-why finger my pussy suddenly!"
Bat wings unfurled like parasols. One flap lifted us airborne. Hot air balloon vibes, but intuitive—I was flying. Humanity's dream.
"Ooh... badass. Fast, strong, flies... You're my new pet mount."
"Sh-shut up. I'm not your peeeet♡ Hey! No fingering mid-sentence♡ Juices leaking♡"
"Gonna do it? Or not? Pet mount."
"Wh-who'd be your pet nyaa♡"
Foaming Bianca spiraled skyward, resisting desperately. Three fingers in pussy, stirring; index and thumb on clit. Juices gushed. Demon King scale—human squirt outclassed.
"Nyagigigii♡ O-okay! I'll be your pet! Pet mount! Stop aerial fingering! More juices and I'm in danger♡ Horns gone—don't wanna weaken more♡"
Pangchang-dong soaked by sudden "rain"—she surrendered. Should've done that sooner.
"Now fly home."
"Hah♡ Hah♡"
"Go."
"Whoaaa♡ Fucker fingered pussy again♡ Knows I can't disobey then, you dog♡"
Better than a luxury import: interdimensional ride with AI. Flight-capable ultimate transport.
Oh, Ishtar said spraying demon queen nectar—pure mana—into air was mana-flooding Earth. Didn't get it.
"Earth has science! Isekai has magic—balance maintained! You have that power without responsibility?! Demon King's nectar only in my supervised spots! Ultra-dense mana essence touching Earthlings could awaken new powers, causing chaos! Disappointing! Endangering world for fun!"
Man, this goddess nags. Time to train her silent.