Defeated Succubus (11)
"Absorbing men's semen and living off it—that's the succubus way of survival."
"Whatever you do, don't end up squirting your own juices and climaxing instead. That's an ironclad rule?"
"A succubus who seduces and corrupts men can't afford to lose face."
"Remember that, Bianca…"
Bianca listened to her mother's voice.
Mother. Her mother, who had been a low-rank monster. The one who taught her how to live as a succubus.
"Men are just food to us. Never get attached to just one. Go from one guy to the next, sucking their semen dry. Got it?"
"If you ever fall for a man, it's over."
"A succubus who falls in love with a man ends up pathetic."
"She'd probably be preserved in the most gruesome state imaginable among all monsters?"
"Maybe on par with an elf getting trained by an orc's cock."
Humans—especially high-status women—prized "chastity" as a virtue, but not succubi. Quite the opposite. Promiscuity without restraint, spreading their legs for anyone—that low moral compass was a succubus's pride. It was a virtue her mother had emphasized relentlessly.
Tracing it back, her mother had been strongly admonished with the same lesson by her own grandmother. It was a deep-rooted culture shared by all succubi, regardless of bloodline or ethnicity.
"Was it a million years ago? The great Succubus Queen, ancestor to all succubi, fell in love with a human and betrayed the demon race to side with him. He was a hero, and he put the Succubus Queen at the front of the expedition to slay the Demon King. Back then, succubi were top-tier monsters, the Demon King's highest executives. Thanks to the Succubus Queen spilling all the internal intel, the hero's party crushed the Demon King's forces effortlessly. She was the top contributor, naturally."
"The demons hated her as a traitor, but she didn't care. The hero promised to marry her after defeating the Demon King. That was enough for her."
"But the hero broke his promise."
"Once the adventure ended, he married the emperor's princess instead of the Succubus Queen. The emperor had no son, so he planned to hand the empire to the hero through the marriage."
"The Succubus Queen thought it was a misunderstanding and went to talk it out, but waiting for her was an ambush by her former comrades from the hero's party."
"Stabbed by the holy sword of the hero she loved, she squeezed out her last bit of mana before dying and left a curse."
"So no succubus would ever repeat the foolish mistake of loving a mere human."
A legend passed down orally among succubi for a million years, unerasable even now, had reached Bianca too. Because the Succubus Queen's miserable death demoted succubi to low-rank monsters, scorned as bats by both humans and demons alike. How could they forget?
"When a succubus cherishes one human specially, she loses all her power and becomes that person's slave. A fate more miserable than death. The worst part is, even in that state, she thinks it's great and grins like an idiot. You don't want to end up like that, right Bianca?"
Of course not. No one would.
Men were just prey. Cherish them? Bullshit.
"Let's promise, Bianca. From now on, forever, we'll see human men as nothing but food!"
The pinky swear was broken by her mother herself.
"Bianca! Bianca! Don't forget what Mom said! You have to keep it! Promise!"
On the day the greedy baron seized their family home, her mother left those final words as they parted forever. Bianca etched them into her mind.
But… she was the only one who kept the promise.
"Hah♡ Hah♡ Master♡ My beloved master♡ Grant this lowly succubus your grace♡ Impregnate me with your holy cock♡"
She'd killed the baron and come to rescue her mother, but the mother she reunited with was no longer the proud succubus Bianca knew. She'd been gang-raped by a mere foot soldier hired by the baron—the man Bianca had killed—and broken the succubus taboo, falling into slavery as a whore.
"B-Bianca! H-How did you…! You're not here to hurt our master, are you?! Don't! Master's everything to me now!"
Her mother clung pathetically to the legs of an utterly ordinary human man. He was a married man with a wife and kids, a trash heap who let her sleep in a stable manger. Yet she fought to protect him.
"Please, Bianca! Kill me if you must, but not Master! Not Master! He's the only person in the world I love! Meeting him made me realize the joy of being born a succubus! Please! Please, Bianca! I beg you!"
Bianca utterly ignored her mother's pleas, even as she knelt before her daughter, hands clasped in desperate prayer.
The nameless soldier was buried alive with his family and house. One Wind Breath from Bianca sufficed.
It was over in seconds.
"Kyaaaaah! You demon! H-How could you do this! Master! Masteeeeer! Aaaahhh!"
Her mother despaired. Hair disheveled, with an expression of desperation Bianca had never seen, she frantically tried to piece together her "master's" corpse chunks before giving up and screaming at her daughter.
"I shouldn't have given birth to a bitch like you! Why'd you kill Master?! If you'd been loved by him too, you'd understand my feelings! You pathetic thing! You don't even know true succubus pleasure, just rampaging around! Go ahead, do whatever! No matter how strong you get, you can't escape being a succubus! Someday… someday, a master will train you too! Then you'll understand the true despair I felt!!! You fucking bitch!!!"
Bianca hit her charging, fist-clenched mother with another Wind Breath. The whirlwind lacerated her skin countless times and hurled her far away.
Whether her mother lived or died, Bianca didn't know. Never saw her again. Didn't look.
That woman… was a fool who broke the succubus taboo.
I… will never end up like her.
Falling for a human man? Never gonna happen.
Better to bite my tongue and die.
—So why was this ancient memory surfacing in her dreams now?
"Hey. Hey!"
"Ugh… mmm…"
"Wake up, bat bitch."
"Ugh…"
A rough boot kicked her temple. Waking like this—first time since being sold to the baron. Over 7,000 years ago by human calendars.
"What… where am I?"
"Forgot already, bat? His Majesty sent you to the correction facility."
"Ah…"
Now fully awake, Bianca stared at her collar, chained to the leash in Himeko's hand.
Just yesterday, Kim Hoyoung said he had something else to do and handed her "training" over to Himeko, dragging her here.
Underground labor camp… whorehouse… slave village. Brothel? Or underground red-light district?
Whatever. It was an underground facility with no exit, designed by Himeko and Park Jisoo to sexually break arrogant bitches.
"Follow me, bat. Morning training time."
"……"
She has no idea who she's dealing with. Does she really think she can control me?
Staring at Himeko's back as she tugged the leash ahead, Bianca's heart turned ice-cold.
Kim Hoyoung wasn't nearby. She'd sense his overwhelming presence within 100 meters—her nerves would stand on end.
No Kim Hoyoung? Himeko was nothing.
I'll stab her in the back with my nails, rip out her heart. Then flee straight to the demon realm…
Defenseless, Himeko plodded along. Bianca's demon claws sharpened sharper than any blade.
The moment she moved to kill—
Climax
"Eekiiiing♡"
Kim Hoyoung's voice from the speaker made her fingertips go numb and her pussy gush like a faucet. Love juices poured out.
Never resist the instructors. Obey all orders. Do not attack.
"Kugh♡ Ugh♡ D-Damn…♡"
"What're you doing, bat bitch? Plotting something stupid again? Once His Majesty's eyes are on you, your fate's sealed as a sex slave. Hurry up and follow."
"Grraaagh!"
She crawled on all fours like a dog to the training room. Bianca suppressed her urge to kill Himeko, telling herself chances remained.
The training room was a small auditorium, and a familiar face awaited.
"Mari!"
"Q-Queen…"
Seeing her top aide Mari after so long brought tears surging.
Ah. But Mari bore clear signs of training too. The ever-cool, poker-faced Mari now had a flushed, drunken face, panting roughly, nipples erect.
"You… you've leaked love juices. Your mana’s weakened a lot."
"Q-Queen, your horns…"
"Don't mention the horns!"
"S-Sorry."
Humiliation. Utter humiliation. The Demon King herself, unable to protect her horns. If the Western Continent learned… the mockery.
Bianca devised a plan for revenge on Kim Hoyoung and honor restoration.
"Listen up, Mari."
"Y-Yes."
She whispered so Himeko wouldn't hear. Luckily, Himeko was leaving the room.
"Just for you, Mari. Truth is, I'm calling reinforcements via telepathy right now."
"Reinforcements? Who?"
"Who else?"
"No way… those guys?"
"Yeah. The 72 Demons."
"B-But they're too strong and wild—uncontrollable. You sealed them in the Womb of the Earth yourself?"
"Exactly why we need them now. If they rampage in the human world, even Kim Hoyoung or Himeko will panic. That's when we escape and counterattack. Bring the full 8.5 million Demon King army."
"As expected…! You're the queen!"
He'd anticipated she wouldn't just take this lying down, but calling the 72 Demons as support? Mari finally sighed in relief. She'd aged ten years fearing helpless training by mere humans.
"We've been careless till now, getting caught off-guard. Be careful from here. Especially no more love juice leaks. You know what I mean?"
"Save our strength."
"Right. We weaken the more we leak."
"Understood. I'll hold back no matter what. Even if it feels like climaxing."
"And the horns. That psycho Kim Hoyoung won't grasp how precious they are to demons, no matter how much I explain. Watch out for that bitch Isia. She's the one who did this to my horns."
"A human daring to… touch the Demon King's horns…!"
I'll kill her. Definitely. Isia and Kim Hoyoung—both dead.
Once the 72 Demons arrived, a bloody revenge play would unfold.
Until then, preserve horns and juices, avoid further weakening.
Commanding the succubi in the training room.
"It's starting… Kim Hoyoung's voice."
"Whatever he says, I won't waver. I'll endure trusting only you, Queen."
The succubi clasped hands, steeling their resolve.
Through the glass wall, Himeko watched arms crossed.
I heard from Ishtar that your horns aren't just power cores—they're erogenous zones too? Like cocks for humans.
"Kugh!! That Ishtar! How dare a goddess spout such nonsense!!!"
Bianca gnashed her fangs. Shouldn't have brought that bitch.
Even more sensitive than your pussies? Then from now on, rub each other's horns and masturbate.
"You fucking bastard!! Get over here! I'll kill you!! Come here so I can kill you, Kim Hoyoung!!!"
"Q-Queen… my body's moving on its own."
Clang!
"Ahng♡ W-What're you doing, Mari♡ H-Horns are off-limits by demon custom♡"
Clang!
"Haaah♡ Q-Queen yourself♡"
Clang!
"Ugyaaaah♡ Ah♡ F-Feels good…♡"
"M-Me too… aaah♡ Aah… Queen…♡"
"Mari…♡"
Bianca and Mari lewdly clashed horns, trading orgasms. Demon King and aide alike flooded from their pussies.
Horn masturbation was dangerously addictive; even after Himeko left for lunch, the two succubi kept goring like gazelles, moaning sluttily, steadily draining energy and weakening.
Mari especially—already leveled down enough for Isia to behead her in one stroke.