Betrayed Goddess (5)
Kim Hoyoung didn't lay so much as a finger on Ishtar, let alone rape her. He acted like she was less than nothing in the house, spending his days and nights indulging in sex with other women without a care. The utter disregard only fueled Ishtar's rage. If he'd at least tried to force himself on her, she could've fought back—but being treated like she was invisible left her powerless, time slipping away meaninglessly. To Ishtar, who'd battled the demon army relentlessly every single day, this world felt utterly alien. Nights free from invasion worries stretched on. For the first time in 50,000 years, she slept in. Idle days dawned under warm sunlight instead of the glint of enemy spears. There wasn't even humanity here to protect. The demon king was already crushed, wagging her tail like a puppy, and the local women were perverts begging Kim Hoyoung to fuck them—no role for Ishtar, even if she scoured with wide eyes. Peace she'd desperately craved had finally come, yet her heart churned with unease.
"Oppa’s cock master is heeeere! Pound your little sister's pussy raaaw, pleeeease! I'll do anything for that cock!"
"Fuck Mom too! I wanna get railed by the son I birthed! Educate this perverted bitch pussy who only gets horny for her boy with your cock! Please, I beg you!"
Today, like always, Ishtar toasted bread leisurely while watching the humans in the living room lost in incestuous debauchery. Kim Jiwon's face beamed with utter bliss, mating with her own brother like she owned the world. Ishtar sipped her Hawaiian Kona coffee. Bitter. Kim Hea-e huddled prostrate nearby, eyes brimming with envy as she watched her kids fuck. Pathetic. A mother groveling for sex from the son she'd borne—what a grotesque sight. Any sane person would crave suicide at the shame, but Ishtar couldn't even muster a sneer.
Kim Jiwon's turn wrapped up soon enough, and as Kim Hea-e took over, the goddess's face darkened further.
Chatting with the Great Sage, Ishtar pinned her nagging unease on the demon king still drawing breath.
No scenario painted Bianca rebounding to demon queen. She'd morphed into Kim Hoyoung's flawless sex slave. Bianca was finished. But what if Kim Hoyoung absorbed her power, birthing a new demon king...?
"Kim Jiwon, shove a dildo up your ass and masturbate. Kim Hea-e, carve a 正 on your thigh for every creampie you took today."
"Dildo in the ass? Gotcha, Oppa."
"Thirteen then, right, Hoyoung?"
Staring at their hellish antics, he looked every bit the demon king already... but Kim Hoyoung killing goddesses to conquer continents? Nah. He'd shown zero interest in the otherworld so far.
Unlike Hayato's glee: "This is the otherworld?! Yahoo~! Bring on demons and kin! Adventure time!"
Kim Hoyoung? Just fucked whoever was nearby. Mom, sister, foreigner, senior—didn't matter. Everyone but... Ishtar.
"...Sigh."
Suddenly, even wisdom goddess Ishtar burned to ask the truth she'd ignored: post-mission fate for goddesses. No longer distant—it loomed immediate.
Don't make me laugh, you fossil.
Link cut. Sex wrapped too—Kim Jiwon and Kim Hea-e shuffled into the kitchen, bodies plastered in sweat-slick cum, radiating fulfillment and joy.
"Ahh, throat's parched. Ishtar-unnie, ion drink in the fridge?"
"……."
"Why no reply? Oh, toast? Mind if I snag some? Cold now. Why not eating?"
"Jiwon-ah, more importantly—wash after sex."
Kim Hea-e hijacked the chat in Ishtar's stead.
"Wha—Mom! None of your business! I'll handle it!"
"...Says the girl who never washes, runs to her room for another sniff-and-jerk off Hoyoung's cum scent? He called it creepy—knock it off."
"Sh-shut it! Told ya, I'll deal!"
"Defying Hoyoung now? Know what a sin that is?"
"...Who defied? J-just... tired. Wash later."
"Later? Post-room wank-fest?"
"Eek..."
"What do with Oppa's words?"
"...Absolute obedience?"
"Duh. Common sense."
"Mom's overboard. I don't straight-up rebel, but Oppa's away—little freedom okay, right?"
"Brat! Rude to Master! Apologize!"
"Oppa ain't here—why yell sorry? Perverted sis in heat for Oppa, sure—but grovel 'Master'? Nah! You're more fanatical than him!"
"No fixing you. Telling Hoyoung."
"Ack! Mom! Hold up! Ishtar-unnie! Block her!"
Loyalty and attitude clashes toward Kim Hoyoung? Daily mother-daughter drama. Before him? Both zipped lips, tense dogeza retreats.
"Fooling around..."
"Huh? What, Ishtar-unnie? Block Mom, yeah?"
Freezing
Kim Hea-e and Kim Jiwon froze mid-spot. Time halted just for them. Sweat beads hung, gravity denied.
"Sitcom in a goddess's presence—who you provoking..."
Ishtar's eyes sank into dark depths. Staff humming with fresh spell aura in grip, she soared to Kim Hoyoung's room.
"Kim Hoyoung."
"Whoa! Geez! What? First words in ages."
Glance—eyes dipped low unbidden. Post-fuck, his cock stood rigid as ever.
"Staring? Want some too?"
"...No more delays. Prophecy issued."
"Prophecy?"
Ishtar recited the Great Sage's words verbatim.
"Kill Bianca now. Interfere again? I won't hold back."
"Won't hold back—then what?"
"Self-destruct. House included."
"...Dead serious."
Her stone-hard face and dead eyes—unlike before—forced Kim Hoyoung's nod to her resolve.
"Fine. Follow. Taking you to her."
"Bianca's spot...?"
Now that she thought, Bianca'd vanished lately. Ishtar trailed warily, off-put by the easy cave-in.
Past the frozen duo on the first floor, down to basement. Civil works bloated it spacious; glass-walled auditorium dominated. Thick yin aura pulsed beyond panes—sticky, dense. Crowds.
"Wh-what's that glass?"
"Magic mirror. Girls watching us from there."
"Wh-who...? Why?!"
"Park Jisoo's company MVPs. Paid top dollar to spectate."
Snap—opposite door slid open. Bianca entered. Transformed from Ishtar's memory. Collar choked her neck, piercings speared nipples, slave tattoo scarred her mound. The demon king who'd branded Ishtar with a Slave Tattoo? Now tattoo's thrall.
"Hoyoung-nim♡ Hoyoung-nim♡"
Bianca quadruped-crawled doglike, burrowed into his embrace. Tears streamed from rapture.
This the demon king...?
"Hoyoung-nim♡ Bianca's owner♡ Love you♡ Love you♡ Commands today? Anything—obey! Strangle-suicide? Pussy-skewer on branches?"
"Hahaha. No cruelty from me. Sex today."
"Se-sex...? ♡Guh♡"
Bianca's eyes flipped white; she collapsed, gushing nectar.
"Greeeeat! Sex with Hoyoung-nim! Too perfect!!"
"Haven't started."
"Imagination cums me out!!"
Bianca ground her clit, masturbating. Succubi self-pleasure? Suicide. Each squirt shaved lifespan, sapped power. Yet she dove headlong into lust, heedless. Mana-drained brain too?
That nectar reeks magic... this weak, still a monster. Kill her. She's the prophesied doom-demon king! End her, reclaim peace!
"Oh yeah, Ishtar—you wanna kill Bianca, right?"
"Ob... obviously."
"But last sex first. Final mercy. Cool?"
"………."
Kim Hoyoung petted Bianca's head puppylike.
Kill now—but push, risk flip? Worse.
"Fine... but execute post-fuck. Promise."
"Sure. If your heart holds."
"Wha...!"
Absurd comeback to her grudging okay.
"Nonsense? My heart waver? Think I'd spare her?!"
"Yup."
Finale neared. With Great Sage's foretold ruin.