The Defeated Succubus (6)
Even when a succubus—an otherworldly being with horns and wings—suddenly appeared before her eyes, Fujiwara no Himeko didn't flinch in the slightest. Whether it was a succubus or a dragon, the only thing she cared about was His Majesty's safety.
"Of all days, monsters barge in on the very night I'm staying at His Majesty's residence. The heavens must truly intend for me to protect him."
"? Your Majesty? Does Earth have a king too?"
"Of course. The one I serve, Kim Hoyoung, is a true sovereign far superior to your fake king."
As the number of women craving a one-night stand with Kim Hoyoung grew, Park Jisoo had established a company to coordinate their meetings. It was to prevent the chaos of women swarming his house willy-nilly. Even Himeko had acknowledged the ingenuity of the idea and followed the company system Park Jisoo had set up. According to the rotation schedule where applicants were pre-screened and assigned specific dates to visit Kim Hoyoung's home, today was Himeko's turn.
"What nonsense... We've already invaded countless kingdoms. We've collected over thirty kings' heads as trophies. Kim Hoyoung will soon be another ornament for Lady Demon King."
"That man is on a completely different level from the mediocre fake kings littering the world. And besides, I, Fujiwara no Himeko, am guarding His Majesty's side."
Himeko was secretly thrilled that burglars had broken in precisely on the night she was attending him. If His Majesty fell into danger when she wasn't there, that would be the ultimate disloyalty.
"You seem clueless, so let me enlighten you. We're succubi. We suck out your human yin energy and turn you into slaves to lust. Soon you'll be panting under my crotch. First, let me knead those huge tits of yours—"
Bang!
"—Guh!"
A bullet lodged into her shoulder.
"How dare a lowly demon try to lay hands on the head of the Fujiwara clan?"
"You bastard...! What kind of magic is that?"
"Magic? Hmm... You're really not from Earth, are you?"
Himeko, who always prepared for every conceivable crisis, unleashed a barrage from the silenced pistol she carried just in case.
Bang. Bang.
"Kugh! Kahk! What is this magic?!"
"Sucking yin energy? That makes you basically like a mosquito—an insect. And mosquitoes? You smash 'em on sight."
Under the hail of bullets, Mari huddled up, shielding her face, helplessly focused on defense. On the Western Continent, there were no pistols. Long-range weapons were still just arrowheads. Gunfire was an alien threat to her.
"This jerk...! A mere human—!"
"Better than a mosquito."
If she could unleash her full power, she'd scoff at bullets, but in a mana-less place where her durability was critically weakened, turning into Swiss cheese made her knees buckle involuntarily.
"His Majesty’s most trusted Number One Retainer (self-proclaimed), Fujiwara no Himeko, would never fall to a small fry like you. I never let my guard down, even in my sleep."
"Da...mn..."
Her eyes fluttered shut. The sedative in the bullets spread through her body, knocking Mari out cold in an anticlimactic faint.
"Hmph!"
Himeko mercilessly kicked the unconscious Mari's face and bound her with rope. A sudden thought struck her: this one might have accomplices. The Demon King the succubus mentioned gnawed at her.
"Your Majesty... Himeko will protect you."
Just before fully armed Himeko opened the door to step out, Ishtar was walking in the opposite direction from the Demon King, lamenting her plight.
"I'm a goddess... I struggled for 50,000 years to defeat the Demon King, so why am I sneaking into a human house, wandering around looking for someone to suck yin from? To lose the purity I've guarded for 50,000 years so carelessly... Hayato... what should I do?"
Because of the Slave Tattoo, she couldn't defy the Demon King's orders. Despite her mind full of complaints, her goddess body halted before a door, turning the knob.
Is this Kim Hoyoung's room, by any chance?
"Ex, excuse me..."
Pink bed. Vanity and mirror. Hairbrush and dryer for styling. Clearly a woman's room at a glance.
"Not Kim Hoyoung's room, then. For the best... or worst..."
"Ah! Wh-who are you?!"
"Aaah! S-sorry! I didn't mean to startle you."
Kim Hea-e jolted awake at the presence. A woman covering only her breasts and crotch with a thin white cloth, holding a large staff shaped like two snakes coiling upward, had entered her room. To an ordinary housewife like Kim Hea-e, it felt like a dream.
"I-I'm not a thief. I'm the goddess Ishtar. Hard to believe, I know..."
"Pardon? A g-goddess? What brings you to my humble room? Have I died? Are you here to take me to the underworld?"
"No, that's not it, um..."
The benevolent goddess Ishtar, peering down at the human, tried to explain the situation without hurting the demure, youthful-looking virgin (thanks to hypnosis, she appeared far younger than her age), but it was mission impossible. In the end, she had no choice but to spill the truth.
She had to obey the Demon King's command. Better to explain upfront than jump straight to rape.
"I-I see. You must have it rough too, Goddess."
"Y-you understand?"
Earthlings wouldn't even believe in goddesses, yet Kim Hea-e accepted it so readily that Ishtar was moved to tears.
"Mm... When you live with a son who’s turned the whole world into hypnosis slaves, you just go, 'Oh, I see~' and move on from most things."
"Thank you for understanding... I'm sorry, but I'm cursed and need to suck your yin energy... Huh?"
Mid-thanks, a sense of wrongness hit her.
"A son who made the whole world his hypnosis prisoners? What does that mean?"
"Well, it's a long story..."
Ishtar got a brief rundown on Kim Hoyoung from Kim Hea-e.
"I-it can't be... Such a human exists?"
"He does~ I'm living proof, helplessly fucked like a sex slave under my own son's hypnosis."
"By your own son... That must be truly agonizing."
"Not at all? I beg him to fuck me every day."
"......"
"Why the shock? I told you—hypnosis. I was his first guinea pig, so he toyed with me mercilessly. I resisted at first. But eventually, I ended up genuinely worshiping him, turning into a brainless fanatic who agrees with everything he does."
"Don't you want... to break free from the hypnosis?"
"Not one bit."
The firm reply. Pride even gleamed in Kim Hea-e's eyes. As if she took pride in being her son's slave... Ishtar couldn't comprehend it. But... if everything Kim Hea-e said was true, even the radar readings she'd dismissed as errors suddenly made sense. She'd kept it secret from the Demon King, but Kim Hoyoung's mana level actually surpassed the Demon King's—by a massive margin.
Foolish hope, I know... but maybe Kim Hoyoung could beat the Demon King?
"So no one else catches my eye but my son. I can't provide the yin for you to suck, Goddess~ What now?"
"What now...? Truth is, I'm a virgin too, so I don't even know how to suck yin..."
"Oh my. Whatever will you do?"
"...No idea..."
Ishtar knelt on the bed, head hung low. Kim Hea-e, like a chatty auntie, kept exclaiming "Oh my!" as she played confidante to the goddess's woes.
——Meanwhile, in the opposite hallway, Demon King Bianca leisurely floated through the air. She paused before a door, sensed the female yin energy, and moved on. It was Kim Jiwon's room. The sister enjoyed the night's only undisturbed sleep.
"Kikikkit. Massive yang energy pouring out from here."
Finally, the Demon King locked onto her target and phased through the door. Turning transparent to pass through walls or floors was Succubus Skill #18. Essential for silently assaulting sleeping humans. Even as Demon King, old habits died hard.
"Kikikkit. A male. Looks like I drew the winning ticket? Mari's gonna be jealous. Ishtar's probably fumbling over how to pounce on a woman right now."
Confirming the sleeping man's face, she hopped in place, certain of her win in their little bet. But that was secondary joy. The real thrill? Finally beholding Kim Hoyoung's true face.
"Kikikkit. Just average-looking?"
She'd imagined a villainous mug, but he was utterly ordinary. If anything, hero Hayato was handsomer and more dashing. Not burly either. He looked like he'd blend right in with village youths plowing fields with farming tools.
"Kikikkit. Let's test if you’ve got what it takes to entertain me for real. If you're a pushover who corrupts at a mere touch like that last guy, I'll blow up Earth in rage. Fulfill my expectations."
Oblivious Kim Hoyoung, dead to the world, suddenly bore Earth's fate on his shoulders. Bianca's hand slipped into his pants.
"Ooooooh...!!"
An involuntary gasp escaped her. Big.Enormous. Nothing like that wimp from before—this cock boasted true majesty.
"First dick this huge. Even Baron Elgrei, the Western Continent's notorious playboy, was only half this size. Sluurp... But size isn't everything? Let's see how long you last."
Most men came the instant Bianca touched them. Once they did, it was over. Their brains burned, dooming them to eternal obedience, begging pathetically for her touch.
"Kikikkit. Not a total pushover."
Yet Kim Hoyoung endured. Even as she gripped the shaft tight, he slumbered on. She shook it up and down experimentally—no reaction, steady as a mountain.
"Wow~ Impressive? Still sleeping? Can't wait to see how far that composure goes."
She caressed it softly, massaging. The already massive cock hardened further, growing fiercer. The angry glans thrust skyward.
"Ooooooh...! Pointed and majestic like my solitary fortress. Incredible stamina—not a drop of cum despite my personal strokes. Impressive. But..."
Bianca gazed at the sleeping Kim Hoyoung as if speaking to him, sensually licking her lower lip.
"Conquering strong men like you is my greatest pleasure! Kikikkit. Time to jolt those eyes open."
She unzipped her skin-tight leather suit—already slutty with deep side slits—and bared her pussy. Naked save for garter belt and stockings, her body was flawless enough to pity the lack of an audience.
"Kikikkit. I'll give you life's ultimate ecstasy, wire your body to never cum without me, then slowly drag you into ruin and obsession."
Climbing onto the bed, she issued her ultimatum to her oblivious prey. That dumb, sleeping face always cracked her up.
"Must've lived cocky as hell... No clue it's all ending tonight, huh? Kikikkit."
Gripping the cock, she adjusted position. Glans brushed labia, aligning perfectly.
"Your final fuck in life. Enjoy it to the fullest!"
She dropped her hips. Her pussy enveloped the glans, then swallowed the entire shaft.
"Kikikkit!"
In that instant, Bianca saw lewd juices squirting up to her forehead.
"Kikikkit. Came the second I put it in? What a pathetic dick. Might've trained other girls with it, but... to me..."
Splurt. Splurt. Splurt.
The relentless cum fountain cut her off. As expected. No matter how great, once swallowed by pussy, they all became beasts spurting seed equally. Kim Hoyoung was no exception. Obviously!
"Kikikkit. Still not waking?"
How dense is this guy? Firing this much cum means he felt good, but he thinks it's a wet dream? Using my pussy as dream fuel? Unforgivable. Gotta slap him awake.
But... something's off. Normally, he'd bolt up, declare his fall to rutting, and pant. Right?
Bianca recalled sneaking into the expedition leader who'd slain the Northern Continent's Demon King—visiting the Western Continent at the Empire's invitation.
"I'll slay all continents' Demon Kings for true peace," he'd boasted. One thrust into pussy, and he corrupted in a second: "I'll kill the Emperor for Pussy-sama. Please let me in just once more—even a second longer!" Betraying humanity on the spot.
...So why was Kim Hoyoung still snoring peacefully?
Splurt. Splurt. Splurt.
Look at this. I'm not even moving, and he's shooting cum nonstop. You are enjoying it, aren't you? How much is this—it's on my philtrum. Reeks too. Wait... the smell's weird?
This isn't... cum smell?
Sniff. Sniff.
This is... love juices.
"...Huh?"
Only then did Bianca realize the gushing fluids weren't Kim Hoyoung's cum—but her own pussy juices.