Defeated Succubus (4)
“C-Captain! Something’s flying toward us!”
“Hm? Bird strike?”
“It’s not a bird! It’s a p-person! A person’s flying through the sky!”
“What nonsense. You must be nervous on your first flight, huh? Haha. Don’t worry—I’ve got twenty years of piloting experience without a single accident—”
BOOM!
“Kikikik!”
“Demon King Bianca! Why do you senselessly take lives like that?!”
Ishtar angrily scolded Bianca, who had just blasted a passenger plane she’d accidentally crossed paths with while speeding through the skies. A grin never left Bianca’s face.
“Kikik! But it’s fun, right? So there are some strong ones here after all? Kikikik! I can’t wait to see how much fun they’ll give Demon King Bianca. If he’s handsome, I’ll train him up as my personal dildo!”
“...I know it’s pointless to say this to you, but what if that man is stronger than you and ends up training you instead?”
“Kikik! Still haven’t learned your lesson after getting crushed with Hayato? There’s no male stronger than me anywhere in the vast universe! I seek out strong men just to play with them! Kikik!”
Ishtar had to admit the Demon King’s strength. She and Hayato had been utterly trampled, so she had no room to complain. But still... the mana detected on the radar felt ominous. Korea was supposed to be a country of just 50 million people, not some superpower. They hadn’t even bothered stopping there while searching for heroes because no strong mana signatures had shown up. So why now? Ishtar worried the radar might be malfunctioning.
“Kikik! Hey, Ishtar! How much farther to the destination?!”
“We’ll arrive soon! But could you slow down a bit?! It’s too fast—I can’t even open my eyes!”
“You’re just too slow! Kikik!”
They’d already passed over China, and the peaks of the Korean Peninsula’s mountains came into view. Ishtar was on the verge of exhausting her mana just trying to keep up with the Demon King’s speed.
“...Hm? I sense some mana.”
“I feel it too, Your Majesty.”
“The destination’s still a bit away! Huh? Wait, I feel it faintly too...”
The three halted their flight and peered downward. Their gazes locked onto an intellectual-looking young woman with short hair and horn-rimmed glasses. Park Jisoo, heading home late after a grueling workday, had become a perfect target.
“......”
After exchanging glances for a moment, the Demon King led the way as the other two descended to the ground.
“Wh-what are you?!”
Even Park Jisoo, who once boasted she wouldn’t be fazed by much anymore as a former W.L.K. staff officer, couldn’t stay composed with winged women dropping from the sky.
“...? What is it? She doesn’t seem to have any special abilities. Ishtar, what’s her level?”
“Her mana is... about 50.”
“50? That’s trash-tier.”
“Trash? Who the hell are you people?! What are you, anyway? Are you even human? How did you come down from the sky?!”
Park Jisoo swung her salaryman briefcase wildly in a fit of rage, but her hands trembled uncontrollably. She put on a brave front, but cold sweat poured down inside from sheer terror.
“Tch. Just a bug after all. And a woman, too. What a waste of time coming down here.”
Ishtar more or less agreed with the Demon King’s assessment. She sensed only faint traces of mana from Park Jisoo—no standout power beyond that. But for some reason... Ishtar felt an odd dissonance.
This woman’s mana doesn’t seem to originate from her own body. It feels more like something bestowed upon her by another...
In Norse mythology, the supreme god Odin transformed into an eagle, drank from the well of wisdom, and flew off—only to drop some of the water from his mouth. Those who drank the fallen droplets became scholars or artists. The mana emanating from Park Jisoo gave off a similar impression: as if she’d been touched by a drop from a god and gained just a sliver of extraordinary power.
“What should we do with her, Your Majesty?”
“Dunno? She’s not a guy, so no urge to fuck her. Usually with girls like this...”
“Wh-what?! What are you gonna do?!”
Bianca slowly extended a finger and lightly flicked Park Jisoo’s nipple.
“Kyaaah!”
She pissed herself on the spot and collapsed. An absurd wave of lust. Even as a fellow woman, the overwhelming eroticism soaked her panties and made her legs quiver uncontrollably.
“Oh? She’s holding out surprisingly well? Normally, they’d beg to become my minion after one touch.”
“Urgh...! Wh-who the hell are you people?”
“Wow, still talking down to me? Pretty tough for trash mana like yours. Strong willpower?”
“...O-of course. I already have a master named Hoyoung-nim. You think I’d submit to a whore like you?”
“Hoyoung-nim?”
A name she’d never heard before. Probably a male? Bianca perked up her ears.
“Who’s that guy? Strong?”
“The ruler of this world.”
“What? For real, Ishtar?”
Ishtar shook her head.
“First I’ve heard of him. Two years ago when we came to Earth hunting heroes, I never heard of a Kim Hoyoung. Earth’s strongest are probably the U.S. president, the World Alliance chairman... or some chaebol heir.”
“Hmm~ But he’s got enough power to make this woman his minion, right? Sounds fun. You, what’s your name?”
“......”
“Resistance is futile.”
“Nyaaah♡ P-Park Jisoo! I’m Park Jisoo!”
Bianca shoved her index finger all the way into Park Jisoo’s ass, and she immediately surrendered. Her anal was already her weak spot.
“Tell me everything you know about Kim Hoyoung.”
“Urgh! Urgh! Wh-who’s t-touching me?!”
“Oh? Still resisting? Let me remind you—I’ve absorbed incubus powers too, so I’m invincible even against women.”
—After ten minutes of relentless training, Park Jisoo spilled everything and was discarded on the roadside like trash. Her gaping asshole breathed like gills, contracting and relaxing rhythmically. Passersby whispered, but she had no strength left to compose herself.
H-Hoyoung-nim... Hoyoung-nim is in danger. That woman isn’t human. She’s a monster... Even I, a woman, got drained dry. Men have no chance. If Hoyoung-nim gets trained by her... No. I have to... protect Hoyoung-nim...
Despite her admirable loyalty, Park Jisoo couldn’t even make a phone call before passing out. The skirtless, ass-breathing girl lay abandoned on the street, drawing crowds for a while.
“Kikikik! What’s with that guy? He’s fucking hilarious! Kikikik!”
“You believe her, Your Majesty? He’s using hypnosis to rule the whole Earth from the shadows?”
“Kikikik! Didn’t you see that bitch? Barely any mana, yet she endured my training for a full ten minutes! When even the imperial court mage came in three! Remember that, Empress of the Empire?”
“Yes. The one who screamed she’d rather die than give her chastity to a succubus?”
“How long did it take her to say, ‘Please make me your minion, Lady Bianca~♡ I offer my empire, throne, eyes, breasts—everything♡’?”
“One minute thirty-five seconds.”
“But Park Jisoo lasted ten minutes! Having a subordinate like that means her master’s no slouch either, right? Kikikik! I’m actually excited for once! Kim Hoyoung, was it?”
Bianca licked her lips as she flew toward the address Park Jisoo had given. It was the thrill she hadn’t felt in ages.
“I like him more and more! I’ll chop off Kim Hoyoung’s limbs and raise him as a pet! Kikikik! And take his Earth as my territory too!”
“As you command, Your Majesty.”
They finally arrived at Paengchang-dong. The high hill posed no obstacle to a winged succubus. Hovering in the sky, she looked down at the impressive mansion.
“Hey, Ishtar. That’s Kim Hoyoung’s place, right?”
“Y-yes. I sense strong mana from there.”
“Kikikik. Finally!”
Bianca stomped her feet in midair like a kid awaiting a birthday gift, clutching her belly and giggling uncontrollably from sheer amusement.
“How many people are in the mansion right now?”
“Two men, five women. Total seven.”
Ishtar quickly scanned the occupants. Kim Hoyoung was among the seven, but the radar could only pinpoint a rough location, not his exact position.
“Seven? Odd number. Rendezvous are best in pairs... Fine. Time for some fun.”
“You’re going to do that, Your Majesty.”
“Wh-what’s that?”
“Watch closely, Ishtar. Even a goddess can’t pull this off.”
Bianca held her breath and strained until veins bulged on her face. Her succubus tail swelled like a water tank at the tip, then tiny succubi burst out from the opening.
“Kyahaha! Thanks for birthing us, Your Majesty!”
“We’ll suck up all the men’s semen and offer it to you!”
“But we can have a little for ourselves, right?”
“Kyahaha! Idiot! We sneak that on the down-low!”
The junior succubi, spitting images of Bianca, chattered noisily as they flapped their bat wings. Ishtar shrank back from the substantial mana radiating from each one. Astonishingly, these instant-spawned insta-succubi matched the power of imperial knight order warriors.
“Go into that mansion, corrupt one human each, and come back. If you like one, make them your minion. It’s bedtime by now—prime time for succubi to roam free, right?”
Night had fallen, the sky darkening to dusk. Sleeping humans were succubi’s perfect prey. The junior succubi exchanged mischievous grins and shot off like bullets to fulfill their queen’s first mission.
“Kyaaaaah!”
“Urk.”
“Huh? This is... blood? Why?”
“Your Majesty... I’m sorry...”
—But they didn’t even enter the house. They were decapitated one after another in the garden. The swordplay was so swift and precise it resembled a knight captain’s sword dance.
“How dare filthy yokai trespass into Master’s mansion. As long as Real Doll Number 77 stands, no one disturbs Master’s sleep.”
Isia sheathed the national treasure sword Kunitora, splattered with succubus blood, and gazed upward. Her eyes clearly fixed on the three women hovering in the air.
“You lot come down and offer your necks too. For the grave crime of entering Master’s home without permission, death is the only fitting punishment, isn’t it?”
“Oho... now that’s an interesting bitch.”
Bianca’s fangs gleamed.