The Defeated Succubus (17): The Fruit of Submission is Sweet
Ah! It was like the ecstasy of descending a staircase step by step.
"Hoyoung♡ Master Hoyoung♡ Thrust deeper♡ Mark my womb—the one that should bear your child—with your cock♡"
"You've gotten completely hooked on womb sex. I told you, once you're addicted, no other kind will do."
"I don't care♡ From now on, I'll only have sex with you, Master Hoyoung♡ I'll live as your exclusive succubus♡"
Having cast aside her pride and faced Kim Hoyoung once more, he turned out to be surprisingly kind. He didn't issue any overly demanding orders, and his mocking words had dwindled. With their bodies pressed tight, pussy and cock fused as one, sharing a deep, passionate kiss—it almost made her delusion that this was no different from lovers flood over her like a tidal wave.
...She was happy.
"Kiss me more♡ Please kiss me more♡"
"You're such a spoiled little thing, Bianca."
"I caaan't help it♡ I just want to connect even deeper with you, Master Hoyoung♡"
Bianca offered her lips like a coquettish plea, utterly soaked in the love bubbling up from her chest. Her initial surrender had come from exhaustion after an endless war, but the reward was sweeter than she'd imagined. To the point where she wondered why she'd ever resisted... If only she'd submitted right away the first time Kim Hoyoung fucked her.
No...
Actually... if she'd met Master Hoyoung even earlier than that...
"Hic..."
"Hm?"
"Sniff..."
"Are you crying? Why all of a sudden? Regretting surrendering to me?"
"N-No, it's not that..."
Bianca hurriedly wiped her tears with her sleeve.
"Just... old memories came up."
"Ahh~ Yeah, I get it. You were a total menace when you first showed up. Honestly, even I was taken aback."
"No, not that..."
Much, much further back in the past. Memories from far, far earlier were what brought tears to Bianca's eyes.
Succubi were minor demons on the small scale. No grand ambitions, no connections to the Demon King's army. They were a clan that scraped by sucking essence from humans. Coldly speaking, their victims only felt a bit fatigued—they didn't die—so among demons, they were harmless.
The shack where she lived with her mother as a child was tiny and shabby. On rainy days, water leaked from the ceiling. Still, being with family, she never felt unhappy, and Bianca dreamed of living in that shack with her mom forever. In theory, succubi stopped aging as long as they fed on essence, granting near-immortality. Of course, predators or illness often cut that short.
"Hic... Mom... Mom..."
"Hey, hey. What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
—That dream shattered because of one stupid human bastard.
A baron with a piggish gut split her from her mother, and half by choice, half by force, Bianca absorbed his power and had to fight the baron's soldiers. Kill, kill, drain essence, absorb. Then bounties went up in nearby territories, drawing stronger foes. There was no end.
Humanity's greatest strength was their numbers. No matter how many she killed, more lurked elsewhere. Her infamy spread on the wind, making her a target for bounty hunters and glory-hungry knights. Fighting them made her stronger, and she searched for her mother. But her mom had been broken by some lowly soldier, body and soul given to him—she didn't want to live with Bianca anymore.
Flinging her mother far away, Bianca became someone else. Everyone's childhood ends, the door to adulthood opens—but Bianca's flower bud bloomed into poison ivy from an unlucky accident.
"Humans kept... coming to kill me... No matter where I hid, they found me... Kill one, a stronger one shows up, repeat that over and over until the Demon King summoned me... Absorbed her power, and suddenly everyone's praising me or challenging me from all sides... No end in sight..."
"Got it, got it. Basically, you were tired, right?"
I pulled Bianca into my arms. A succubus's skin was softer and more delicate than expected.
"No more fighting from now on. I'll let you live peacefully. Our house is safe."
"But if I disappear, the Western Continent will be in chaos... Ishtar will want me dead too."
"I'll handle that, so don't worry... Just follow me."
I lifted her chin with my index finger.
"That's all you need to do."
"Y-Yes...♡"
Bianca's pupils turned to hearts. I could hear her heart pounding in my ears.
...What a face—completely lovestruck, like a girl in love. And this from the woman once called Demon King.
"The days of painful battles are over. Time to go back to being a cute, affectionate girl, Bianca."
When I was a kid, parents bought kids bundles of great men biographies—it was a trend. Now I think it was publishers' scheme to dump 30-40 volumes cheap, but back then, I devoured tales of conquerors worldwide. One trait of those who expanded empires: merciless in war, but conciliatory afterward to win hearts.
Since Bianca surrendered, I needed to make her think "Surrendering was the right choice."
"Everyone. Bianca has something to say. Listen up."
"........."
I took her back to the correctional facility, stood her on the podium, and had her give a speech. About a hundred women knelt, waiting.
"What's wrong, Bianca? Speak up."
"......Ugh."
"Don't wanna?"
"N-No, it's not that. I have something to say."
Even though we'd rehearsed, showing weakness in front of others besides me must have been embarrassing. She was the biggest troublemaker here, always picking fights, so confessing her heart to them was mortifying.
"E-Everyone, please listen. I, Bianca Lilith... was the Demon King of the Western Continent. I saw men as nothing but food to offer me their essence. Even Master Hoyoung... at first, I came to toy with him. Honestly, even during training with you all, I was thinking 'Fuck off' in my head. But... after being trained by Master Hoyoung, I've changed my mind. Now I truly love and respect him. And I've decided to live in his embrace from now on. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you!"
Bianca bowed deeply to mere humans in apology. The heartfelt voice of the former Demon King carried through the mic wires with conviction, met by thunderous applause from the audience.
"Congrats, Bianca!"
"You finally realized Master Hoyoung's greatness!"
"Congrats."
"Congratulations."
"Congrats."
"Congrats."
"Congrats."
The warmer-than-expected response nearly brought tears again. In a world where she'd thought herself alone, trapped in a cycle of fear and violence to survive, she gazed at the kind faces turned her way. Erika sniffled happily, like it was her own victory. Mari, her horns now so tiny they were barely visible, clapped proudly. Familiar faces from correction sessions cheered. And... Himeko was there too. Maintaining her usual scary poker face, arms crossed, she finally uncrossed them, smiled warmly for the first time, and clapped.
"Congratulations, Bianca. Now we're both His Majesty's servants—let's do our best together."
"Himeko..."
The chorus of "congrats" went on, and Bianca, with a pure childlike face like she'd returned to her youth, bared what were now more like cute fangs than tusks and shouted,
"Thank you!!"
—With that, Bianca was fully integrated into our household. The aggression and gloom vanished from her face, and she surprisingly sociable, getting along not just with me but the whole family. She especially clicked with Kim Hea-e—probably projecting her lost mother onto her. Just recently, while helping with dishes, she'd shyly called her "Mom."
"Bianca. Heading out, so paizuri mode."
"Y-Yes, Master Hoyoung! Right away!"
Of course, her daily routine was mostly devoted to serving my convenience. She was way better than those trendy electric scooters—faster, could fly, easy to handle.
"Wanna fuck on a cloud?"
"Ah♡ That sounds insanely hot♡"
Rumors swirled that Paengchang-dong had more showers lately—the culprit was Bianca. One day during a family BBQ in the garden, short on grills, she breathed fire from her mouth, turning raw meat into steak in seconds. Juicier than charcoal grilling, it got rave reviews. Now she helped with cooking too.
In the end, as I'd predicted, Bianca proved a highly capable and useful subordinate.
If only for a happy ending—but one eyesore remained, glaring at us.
"Buhiit! Talk to me, punk!"
"Ah... who are you again? None of my contacts talk like a total retard."
"Buhiit! This is all your fault, punk! Mocking a goddess—you'll get divine punishment, punk!"
As Goddess Ishtar appeared, staff raised menacingly, Bianca clung to me like a puppy. Her trembling transmitted through my skin. She was no longer the fearsome Demon King—just a cute little sister or pet.
"Buhiit! The Demon King's weak now! Kill her while you can, punk!"
"Master Hoyoung... save me, Master Hoyoung..."
"Hey, Ishtar. Can't you see? Bianca's just a harmless, cute girl now. She's got a tongue that won't settle for pan-fried meat anymore, so I can't kill her. You'd change your mind too after tasting her sizzling steaks."
But in Ishtar's eyes, Bianca was still the hated Demon King, slayer of countless allies. Especially the grudge over making her kill Hero Hayato burned deep, unforgettable.
"Buhiit! If you won't kill her, I will, punk! I can seal the current Demon King with ancient magic from my staff, punk!"
"Master Hoyoung! Master Hoyoung!"
"Hey... she's scared."
"Buhiit! Adventure doesn't end without killing her, punk!"
"You really... have to kill her, huh?"
"Buhiit! Of course, punk!"
"Guess no choice then."
Bianca pinched my flesh desperately, begging not to be abandoned. I stroked her head reassuringly, and her trembling stopped.
"Ishtar... I'll train you like Bianca."
"Buhiit! You're really doing this, punk!? The Demon King must die for humanity too, punk! Demon King must die, punk!"
Her hatred for the Demon King was goddess instinct. Born from grudges demanding the Demon King's death, after all. So Ishtar's fitting end was only one.