The Defeated Succubus (5)
Isia had made her name as a swordswoman at just 17, competing in the National Sports Festival and overwhelmingly dominating her opponents—sisters two years her senior—to claim an undefeated championship. With her innate swordsmanship talent, she won the nationals three years in a row before quitting kendo to study abroad. But her skill had already reached a level where she was unrivaled in Korea, and even on a global scale, she was counted among the elite masters.
Moreover, after being modified into a Real Doll, her physical abilities had been enhanced beyond human limits.
"Kikikkit. How long has it been since I last saw a woman glaring at me with such insolent eyes?"
"Who knows... Human women or demon bitches, they all turn into sluts before Her Majesty. These days, just your pheromones put women into heat— the moment they sense you're nearby, they enter estrus and can't even dream of resisting."
"Right? But look at that bitch. She's gripping her sword like she's fully intent on cutting off my head."
"Yeah..."
The succubus Mari looked down at Isia with displeasure. Bianca found it amusing that a frail human woman dared to challenge her, but Mari did not. She got angry at females who didn't know their place. She especially despised impudent trash who dared to harm their Demon Queen.
"...Your Majesty. Leave this to me."
"Eh? You want to do it, Mari?"
"Yes."
She'd planned to eat the tasty meat herself... but fine. Occasionally yielding gourmet delicacies to her subordinates showed the magnanimity befitting a Demon Queen. And besides, while she might not enjoy fighting directly as much, watching a fight was entertaining enough.
"Alright. Take her out, Mari."
"Understood. I'll bring you that insolent bitch's head!"
Bianca had meant to tell her subordinate plummeting to the ground at high speed that she didn't need to kill her, but she shut her mouth as she watched the battle unfold. To her surprise, her closest aide Mari was locked in an even match with a mere human.
"Grr! To think a human...!"
"...To let a mere intruder in Master's chambers live for over ten seconds is a disgrace I cannot endure as his Real Doll guard."
Bianca couldn't hide her astonishment at Isia's valiant defense, effortlessly parrying Mari's claws—said to be harder than titanium—with her blade.
"Whoa. Isn't Mari going too easy on her? She's merciless with insolent women..."
"That's probably her full power right now."
Ishtar prayed silently for Isia's victory as she explained the difference between their worlds.
"There's no mana here, so our powers are extremely weakened."
"What? So that's why my Meteor Impact was as weak as dog shit."
'That was still plenty strong...'
Ishtar grew depressed thinking of the ruined city once more.
"Damn it! You damn human! Die! Die! Die!"
"Hmm~ Mari's getting pissed. She always gets excited if a fight doesn't end in a minute, so struggling against a mere human must be unbearable. Well... on the Western Continent, Mari would've already torn that human girl limb from limb."
'No... If we were there, not just us—she'd get stronger too. With that kind of talent, just how strong would she become? Maybe even more than Hayato...'
It was like discovering a diamond in the rough, but she couldn't rejoice. Demon Queen Bianca was descending to aid her subordinate. Ishtar swallowed tears at the reality of losing a promising warrior with limitless growth potential right before her eyes.
"Mari~ That's enough. I'll take over."
"Y-Your Majesty! Just wait a bit! I'll win!"
"No, I can't wait. We came to devour that man Kim Hoyoung, not to swordfight some girl, right?"
"What...? Devour Master?"
Isia's eyebrow twitched. The very fact that this whore—clad in a leather suit with deep side slits and stockings with garter belts, looking like nothing but a prostitute in Isia's eyes—dared utter her master's name enraged her. Devour him...?
"He's the kind of man who commands warriors skilled enough to match me as his subordinates. Wouldn't it be fun to gouge out his eyes and leash his cock for walks?"
"You... filthy whore."
"Huh? I was talking to Mari just now?"
"A mongrel slut bitch like you won't lay a finger on Master!!!"
She swung straight for Bianca's skull with a frontal strike.
—Or so she thought she'd done.
When she came to, she was slashing at empty air. Bianca was gone.
"Where?!"
"Right here."
"Wha—"
Isia whipped her head around at the voice behind her. The last sight she beheld was the Demon Queen's creepy smile as she crooked her finger for a flick to the forehead.
Tang!
"Kyaaaaack!"
Ishtar, watching from the sky, screamed. Isia's severed head slammed into a wall. The high barrier crumbled, sending up a thick cloud of dust and sand.
"You were pretty fun. I almost wanted to make you my subordinate♡ But today's goal is Kim Hoyoung, so I don't wanna waste time on you♡ If you reincarnate later, I'll make you my 72,000th sex slave♡"
"Who'd become a whore's sex slave."
"Huh?"
As Bianca looked around in confusion at the unexpected voice, the headless body walked to the wall on its own.
"Eh...? What the hell."
"Mixing with an ugly hag like you with zero sex appeal—even washing my eyes wouldn't help—would rot my skin."
"...You even have skin to rot? Are you a zombie or something?"
Isia's arm lifted her head and pressed it to her neck like a soldering iron. The head reattached.
Even after having her head severed once, Isia resumed her combat stance with an expression utterly devoid of fear. Bianca, experienced as she was, had never seen a human survive decapitation.
"Why aren't you dead?"
"Real Dolls have no right to die. A Real Doll may only perish when Master deems her no longer necessary and orders her gone."
"What kinda logic is that? Real Doll? Hmm... Anyway, you're no ordinary human, huh?"
"You're no human either, I can tell. I don't know where a skull-faced mutt like you crawled out from."
"Talking rough to your queen, eh? Fine by me. Mari couldn't handle you, so I'll play with you myself."
"...I won't let you reach Master."
Isia fought valiantly but ultimately collapsed, smoking faintly, unable to withstand the Demon Queen's lightning.
System Error... Please take to service center for repairs.
"What the? She's making weird noises."
"...She doesn't seem human. But not a demon either..."
"Anyway, if a subordinate with this much talent is so loyal, Kim Hoyoung must be no ordinary guy, right? Expectations are rising~ Fufufu...♡ Alright. Let's head inside."
Bianca hummed as she phased through the wall into the interior. Mari glared once at the fallen Isia before following her queen, and Ishtar bowed her waist to Isia before reluctantly trailing behind.
"Lots of rooms. Which one's Kim Hoyoung's...?"
"If we shout loudly, won't they come running?"
"You idiot. That'd ruin the fun. Succubi secretly milk sleeping humans—that's the rule. Huh? Isn't that someone over there? Smells like a man."
The succubus and goddess floated silently, soundlessly surrounding the man asleep on the sofa. He had an intellectual air but seemed low on male hormones. It was Gaedung.
He frequented this house to offer tribute or meet his onahole wife, and lately he'd taken on the role of family physician for the Kim Hoyoung household. Today, Kim Jiwon had complained of a stomachache, so he'd come for a house call. Time got late, he decided to crash, and met his doom.
"Fufufu♡ This guy might be Kim Hoyoung? Shall I milk him?"
"...Him? Your Majesty, this man is..."
"Tiny."
Bianca yanked down Gaedung's pants, revealing a penis so pathetic even Goddess Ishtar blurted out a harsh judgment.
Small. And limply flopping. Still, just in case, Bianca cupped it in her palm.
"Eek! Wh-what the hell!"
"You Kim Hoyoung?"
"Aaaah! Ooooh!"
"...Nope."
Not even a handjob—mere contact from the Demon Queen made Gaedung cum so hard his balls emptied completely. His untouched dick spewed semen endlessly, and soon even his balls shrank.
"Ah! Aaaah! Feels so good. More... more please."
"...Casual speech now?"
"More, please! Do more! I beg you..."
"Why should I?"
"I'll be your slave. Make me your slave and order me however you want! I'll do anything!"
"You're not Kim Hoyoung, right?"
"Pardon? You know Hoyoung? He's my benefactor..."
"Benefactor, huh. Anyway, you're not him. Useless."
"Urghhh!"
Bianca sighed boredly and pressed his glans. Semen erupted like a whale spout once more.
"Aaaagh..."
Drained of vitality, Gaedung's cheeks hollowed like a clown's, his body shriveling to a skeletal, rib-exposed frame. Had Bianca properly jerked him or sucked with her tongue, he'd have desiccated into a mummy and died. He survived only because she lost interest.
"He's not Kim Hoyoung."
"Where could Kim Hoyoung be?"
"Let's split up and search. Go into any room, milk and corrupt whoever—man or woman. Bet on who finds Kim Hoyoung first."
Bianca, loving games, proposed it, and Ishtar hesitated.
"A bet...? And I'm not even a succubus."
"So?"
"...I've been a virgin since becoming a goddess 50,000 years ago in my virgin days. I don't even know how to milk."
"Shut up and do it. That's an order."
"Urk! Y-yes, understood."
The Slave Tattoo etched on her pubic bone burned hot. Despairing at her inability to defy the Demon Queen, Goddess Ishtar pondered how to perform milking. Shameful and humiliating tears welled, but this was her reality.
"Kikikit. Whoever trains Kim Hoyoung first gets a reward from me. My top aide Mari and a so-called goddess like Ishtar won't get corrupted by a human instead, right? That'd make you total morons. I'd hang you from the Demon Queen's tower spire instead of a flag and let everyone gangbang you. Kikikit!"
"I am already Your Majesty's devoted servant, body and soul. That won't happen."
"...Sigh... I don't even know what sex is. Sigh..."
As per the Demon Queen's command, the three split up. Bianca flapped her wings to the second floor, Ishtar sighed heavily up the stairs. Mari alone prowled the first floor and opened a door sensing presence.
A bed. A bulging blanket. Someone sleeping. Snoring softly.
...Kim Hoyoung?
If she corrupted him, Her Majesty might praise her.
"Hey, human. Wake up. I am Mari Lilith, the Demon Queen's loyal subordinate and chief advisor. I come to bestow upon you the honor of serving as Her Majesty's vassal for life, so kneel in gratitude and show your respects."
"...What? I don't quite get it."
The blanket-dweller replied with elegant poise, even fresh from sleep. Mari thought the voice strikingly similar to the royal or noble tones she'd heard invading palaces.
"Fine. You wouldn't get it. Let me explain kindly from the start. I am the advisor to the sole ruler of this world, the great Demon Queen. Her Majesty intends to train everyone in this house, so kneel and offer everything you have. Surrender quickly, and she might raise you as cute livestock on her ranch. Understand now?"
"...Still don't get it."
"What's so hard? I explained plenty kindly. Unhappy serving under the Demon Queen?"
"Demon Queen? De... Queen? That's the part I get least."
"? What do you mean."
The blanket parted as the voice's owner—refined fury burning elegantly—sat up.
"There's only one king in this world: His Imperial Majesty the Emperor. Who gave you permission to call yourself queen?"
—Fujiwara no Himeko glared at the succubus with scarlet eyes gleaming in the moonlight.