The Defeated Succubus (15)
It had already been a week since Bianca was locked away in the underground prison. All she had done in that time was eat, masturbate, eat, and masturbate.
"Keeek♡ I-I'm cumming♡ Cumming again♡"
With even her 72 demons falling into enemy hands, there was no way left to resist. And from what she'd heard, those crazy demon bastards had massacred swaths of the Demon King's army back in the demon world before returning, so she doubted how many subordinates could even still be alive down there.
"Hey, Mari. Show us a no-touch orgasm."
"N-No-touch? B-But I've already cum five times today, I can't without touching..."
"Hey, get the saw. Let's cut off this bitch's horns."
"S-Sorry! I'll shake my hips and cum, please spare me!"
—Even Mari, the Demon King's second-in-command, had been reduced to getting gang-bullied by human women. Calling in random riffraff wouldn't make a difference.
"Hic♡ Hic♡ Please, human ladies, I'm begging you. If I cum any more, I'll really be in danger."
Mari had squirted so much pussy juice that she'd lost almost all her strength. Her physical power had weakened to less than that of a human woman; her former glory was nowhere to be seen.
Bianca no longer pinned any hopes on Mari, and it had been ages since they'd even spoken. Even if they did talk, plotting some secret scheme was impossible. The "lodging" where Bianca stayed was little more than an open underground hall. In an environment where private rooms were a pipe dream, over 100 women lived crammed together. They shared every moment—eating, washing, using the toilet—so even if Mari were sane, the two of them couldn't have schemed together.
Especially since every woman here was a fanatic worshipper of that damned Kim Hoyoung. If even a hint got out that Bianca was racking her brain over how to kill the bastard, they'd lynch her to death as a group.
...Actually, to be honest.
Even now, Bianca still had enough power to effortlessly slaughter a hundred humans. Though she was visibly weakening day by day, unlike Mari, she could turn the underground into a bloodbath and punch through the earth to fly away at any moment.
But she had no idea what to do after that, and in her dilemma, the vicious cycle of stress-relieving masturbation had dragged her to this point.
"Master♡ Please forgive this stupid slave masturbating while imagining Master's cock♡"
"Hoyoung-nim is the greatest being in this world♡ We women should be infinitely grateful just for the fact that he was born♡"
"Serving the great Master is my dream♡"
"Thank you, Master, for teaching me the joy of being dominated♡"
I mean, who could seriously plot or keep a sane mind while listening to that kind of moaning 24/7? It was only natural.
Bianca kept escaping reality in the cramped underground room with zero personal space, plugging her ears and closing her eyes. Back when she lived in the Demon King's castle, her bedroom alone was over 100 pyeong, decorated with whatever ornaments she fancied. If a single object dropped making noise, she'd chop the offender's head off and have the servants clean up—no worries about sounds there.
But here, there wasn't even space for everyone to lie down together, so they solved the housing issue with hammocks. And even in these conditions, applicants kept pouring in until hammocks ran short, forcing two to share one.
Bianca had held out wanting at least her hammock to herself, but inevitably, she got a roommate too.
"Hoyoung-nim♡ I want to have sex with Hoyoung-nim♡ If I could just fuck him one more time, I'd gladly lose everything. Dreams, career, money, family—none of it matters compared to Hoyoung-nim♡ Hoyoung-nim♡ I'll devote everything to you♡"
"...Fuckin' loud as hell."
No matter how much she plugged her ears, the hymnals blasting right next to her drilled into her eardrums. Finally, Bianca couldn't hold back and spat out a curse.
The masturbation noises paused briefly, suggesting her roommate had some awareness.
"? Something wrong over there?"
Himeko, playing drill sergeant, came over with her baton at the sudden silence. As the biggest troublemaker here, Bianca had already been beaten with that baton several times.
Fuck... If that bitch hits me again this time, screw the consequences—I'll go full hellflame, burn every human here to ash, and bolt. Don't give a shit if Kim Hoyoung comes for revenge.
Considering Himeko's personality, she wouldn't let a troublemaker off without punishment. Bianca steeled herself for the massacre.
"Oh, nothing's wrong, Instructor. I was just tired and resting."
"...Is that so? The bat bitch didn't pick a fight?"
"No. Sorry for worrying you."
"...Fine. Report it immediately if the bat bitch says anything rude about His Majesty."
"Yes! Got it!"
But thanks to her roommate's quick thinking, the bloodbath was averted. Bianca twisted around to gaze at the woman's face for the first time, oblivious to how many lives she'd just saved.
Pretty. No... stunningly pretty. Pretty enough to make a name for herself on beauty alone back on the Western Continent. A beauty who could live cushy getting princess treatment from men outside—yet here she was, masturbating in this suffocating hole. Bianca couldn't wrap her head around it.
"Hah... What are you? Covering for me like that?"
"Hehehe... We're hammock-mates now."
"Can't you see there's no room here? A hundred people in a one-room hellhole, fuck... Makes me wanna kill 'em all."
"Eh? What's got you so pissed?"
"What's pissed? Don't you wanna sleep in a bed? A king-size natural wood one with veil curtains, stretching out all you want?"
"Sure, a bed beats a hammock."
"Right? It's fuckin' ridiculous. I'm locked up against my will, but these idiots walking in on their own—what the hell? Are they insane?"
"Hmm~ But if you stay here, you might meet Hoyoung-nim someday. And if you're lucky, you could even fuck him?"
"Hmph!! I can't comprehend throwing your life away for something so pathetic."
"For someone saying that, you looked like you were loving it last time you fucked Hoyoung-nim? Like gwehhek or whatever."
"Wha— Th-That was!!"
Bianca's face flushed beet red. As the Demon King raised her fist, her roommate waved both hands in surrender, pleading no.
Truth be told, Bianca's fist was a far deadlier weapon than the woman realized.
"Ahh, sorry sorry. Wasn't trying to tease. Just jealous."
"Jealous of what! I'm the Demon King! Don't lump me in with you worthless humans! I won't dance in Kim Hoyoung's palm forever. Someday I'll escape this place and return to my Demon King's castle."
"Whoa~ Impressive. You've got dreams."
"Hmph! I've survived mortal crises countless times. This one's no different. I'll live, grow stronger, and get revenge. Don't treat me like some dreamless bitch clinging to a man."
"Eh~ I had dreams too, y'know. Like becoming a top idol. Already did it, though."
"? Idol? What's that?"
"You don't know? No way you haven't heard of Rainbow Girls?"
"? Never."
"N-No way! We just broke 10 million album sales?! I'm Erika! You've seen me on TV at least once, right?"
"? What's TV?"
—Erika lost all confidence realizing someone in this country still didn't know her. Unable to let it go, she listed her hit songs, but Bianca just crossed her arms with a haughty look, repeating she didn't know this or had never heard that.
"Ugh, whatever, forget it. Point is, I had a life and dreams, but submitting to Hoyoung-nim feels so good, that's why I'm here."
"...I can't understand it. I don't want to submit to anyone."
"That's 'cause you don't know the pleasure of submission yet."
Erika treated the pride-swollen Bianca like a child. An unacceptable handling for Bianca.
"Pleasure of submission? Ridiculous. There's no such thing. A true Demon King bows to no one."
"C'mon, try it like us. Chant Hoyoung-nim's name while you masturbate. It'll feel way better than your usual."
"Absurd. Not worth considering."
"Just once. C'mon, won't hurt ya."
Erika clung persistently to the head-turning, communication-refusing Bianca, urging her to chant Kim Hoyoung's name and masturbate. Bianca did masturbate often to pass time, but unlike the others, she never wailed for the absent Kim Hoyoung.
That was the key difference between her and the other women.
Hmph! Masturbation's the same either way—what difference does calling his name make? Anyway... every woman here is fuckin' nuts. Thought Erika might be sane, but nope.
"Bianca~ C'mon? Pretty please?"
"Get off me. Gross."
"Just once, pleeease?"
"...You helped me out earlier."
Bianca couldn't abide debts. And calling a name once wasn't hard.
"Fine. Exactly once. Don't push it."
"Yay! Close your eyes tight and say 'Hoyoung-nim~♡' once."
"...I'm warning you now: exactly once. Beg more, and I'll kill you too."
"Got it. Promise."
"......Haaah~~"
Recalling how she'd sunk to this level, Bianca let out a long sigh. Erika looked pitiful, expectant like something big would happen. With zero enthusiasm, Bianca mouthed the name just to get it over with.
"...Hoyoung-nim."
Sploosh.
Thick pussy juice shot up to the ceiling. Women mid-masturbation froze, watching the arc.
Erika propped her chin, grinning ear to ear.
"Hoyoung-nim♡ Hoyoung-nim♡ Hoyoung-nim♡ Hoyoung-nim♡ Hoyoung-nim♡"
"Huh? Bianca, didn't you say just once? You can stop now."
"Hoyoung-niiim♡"
No spare breath even for Erika's mockery. Bianca's back arched in a bridge pose, endlessly squirting.
From that day on, Bianca started chanting Kim Hoyoung's name like a messiah mid-masturbation, indistinguishable from the other women. Himeko found no more faults to pick, putting her baton on indefinite hiatus.
And so time passed until one day, Kim Hoyoung summoned Bianca.