Chapter 192: Gift (8)

“Ahhh! Ugh! Good! Goood…! Ah! Harder! Fuck me harder! Ugh! Incubus! Aaaah!”

Splish splash

With a splash, the bathtub water thoroughly soaked the floor. Soap bubbles rose like islands, then subsided into the drain, carried by the renewed torrent. Just as the water stream subsided, my cock plunged deep into her ass, then pulled out, roughly churning the inside like a radish yanked from a field.

“Ughh! Ugh! Aaaah!”

And each time, the woman’s voice, drenched in ecstasy, erupted. Twisting her body this way and that, her back briefly stuck to my chest before falling away with a tok. Her face and chest were provocatively smeared with soap bubbles, unclear if from the water or sweat.

“Huuugh! Ugh! Ah! Aaaang! More, harder…! Aaaang!”

She acted coquettishly, shaking her ass on her own. Her ass, having tasted stimulation once, remembered the shape of my cock and couldn’t forget the deep impact it had delivered. It wasn’t a simple memory that could be forgotten just by stroking her pussy with fingers.

“Huuung…! Aaang…! Ah…! Aaaang!”

Once again, Kelly plunged into ecstasy. With her tongue sticking out, she flopped into the bathtub, then came to her senses, causing bubbles to bogeul bogeul. Her hair, soaked in water, and her eyes, soaked in lust, ignited my body and mind once more.

“Ah…. Ah…! Again……!”

Inside Kelly’s anus, my cock, having finished ejaculating, got hard once more. Pushing aside the tightly clenched sphincter, I thrust vigorously up and down, completely filling the anus.

“Huk! Aaang! Aaaang!”

Then Kelly let out another bitch-like cry, spread her legs slightly, and slammed her ass down like a pestle. She had already forgotten the word ‘vulgar’, pouring all her effort into revealing her lust.

“Huuugh! Ugh! Aaaang! Aang! Ugh! Huugh!”

We splashed wildly like we were at a beach until half the bathtub water was gone. We splashed water on our faces, sprayed semen on our asses, ejaculated enough to fill our guts, floated our exhausted bodies in the water, rubbed each other’s chests, and had her ‘clean’ my cock, now soaped up.

Then, I pushed my freshly cleaned cock back into her ass again, thrusting my hips repeatedly, and whispered in her ear.

“Like it?”

“Ah…! Aang! I-I like it…! I doooo…!”

She nodded with a dazed expression, panting as if swearing allegiance to me, craving my cock.

Her fingers, clenched white against the white wall, were covered by my hand, while she clutched her chest with the other. Standing in the bathtub, presenting her ass, she took my cock, and each time I thrust deep, waves crashed on the bathtub floor.

“Ah! Aang! Ugh! Huugh! Ah! Aaah! C-cum……! Again…!”

“Ughhhhhh!”

And in the moment I felt fireworks flash before my eyes, Kelly screamed, clenching her anus tighter than ever before.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

That moan sounded like it was telling me.

Gggaaasp-squish.

Sex is a storm. It’s a plunder that overwhelms with unbearable force, dominating everything about the other person, and a destructive act that changes a person’s body like overturning a village, carving out a new path.

Kelly was a succubus who had been adrift, shipwrecked in a great storm, until she opened her eyes to a new path. She stared blankly into the air with a flushed face and unfocused eyes, and I came out to the living room holding her hand.

It was obvious who had won our battle without needing to say it. Elena glanced at Kelly, then subtly touched her own ass, and I heard Isabel whisper in a small voice.

“Sh-should I ask if it hurts a lot? Is it… that good, to make someone lose their mind like that?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Rat Trap shook her head with a perplexed expression. Sophia looked at Kelly’s expression and said this.

“Master. I’ve never seen Kelly look so spaced out before. You really are the strongest Incubus, Master.”

“Right?”

“Speaking of which, the Demon King is just around the corner now, isn’t he? Master! We’ve grown so much!”

“….We have.”

The word ‘Demon King’ sounded somewhat fresh. Had it ever felt this close before?

I nodded at Sophia’s words.

It didn’t feel real, but somehow, I had become the man closest to being the Demon King. Hearing that fact spoken aloud brought a strange, hollow laugh.

One of the Demon Realm Branch Chiefs is on my side, and another is halfway into a marital relationship with me. Three other Demon Realm Branch Chiefs had long since gone to the underworld, and there was no news of any other strong contenders appearing in the Demon Realm. If the alliance with Milia could be resolved smoothly, I could say I was the man closest to being the Demon King.

“Evan. To become the Demon King. I’ll help. Want to do it now? The ones who oppose. I’ll kill them.”

Taffy came over and said that. I stroked Taffy’s head and said this.

“It’s not time yet.”

But there was still too much lacking for me to claim the title of Demon King. I still couldn’t guarantee victory in a one-on-one fight against a Demon Realm Branch Chief, and the hero Wolf and his party were still alive and well in the capital. Wolf, preoccupied with worsening public opinion, would immediately organize a punitive expedition and attack if he heard that a new Demon King had been resurrected.

Thinking about grand things like becoming the Demon King could wait until after I eliminated the hero and his entire party.

And Lilith. I still hadn’t uncovered her purpose in binding me and Taffy in a master-subordinate relationship. The reason she gave me strength. The reason she kept encouraging me, pushing me towards becoming the Demon King, I didn’t know.

If I killed the hero, would I find out the reason? Our goals aligned, so I was moving as Lilith guided, but if becoming the Demon King itself was Lilith’s objective, I wanted to know the reason at least before ascending the throne.

I hid my complex thoughts and said.

“We can talk about that later. I haven’t even killed that hero yet. We need to get rid of that bastard before we can live happily. Whether we live as kings or farm in the countryside.”

Elena picked up on that and asked.

“If Evan becomes king, you’ll live in the castle, right? Does that mean I become the Head Palace Maid?”

I asked Elena, who couldn’t seem to escape her maid role.

“….Why would you want to be Head Maid when you’re going to marry me? By then, you could just be my wife and quit housework.”

“But I’ve always wanted to try being Head Palace Maid. I heard it’s a position only for incredibly cultured, intelligent, and perfect people. And……”

Elena trailed off, squirming slightly. I asked.

“And?”

“….Don’t you want to have sex with the Head Palace Maid?”

Elena was truly a genius. Having sex with the Head Maid? That’s something only a king could do, isn’t it? I couldn’t help but give her a standing ovation, impressed by her insight.

“…..If I become king, you can be Head Palace Maid for one day.”

“Yes!”

Elena let out a triumphant cry and moved her body excitedly, clearly thrilled, and Isabel said with a laugh.

“Oh my, Elena. A Head Maid shouldn’t move like that.”

“Ah, right. Sorry. Your Majesty!”

Hearing Elena’s joke, Isabel blushed and looked around nervously. Taffy and Sophia were both calling her ‘Your Majesty’, making Isabel uncomfortable. Isabel didn’t know what to do with the sudden praise and flushed red.

“S-stop it, everyone. ‘Your Majesty’…. It’s too much pressure. I can’t do that.”

I was laughing in the warm atmosphere when I suddenly thought of the hero Wolf. Wolf probably thought the same way at first. He probably thought he’d ascend the throne, share power with his family, and live harmoniously. But eventually, tasting power, people change and fall onto a path of no return.

My laughter stopped, and I let out a deep sigh.

Would I be any different?

If I killed Wolf and became king or the Demon King, if I really reached such a position, wouldn’t I act atrociously to compensate for my past? Could I really do that?

Even if I couldn’t act like a wise ruler remembered in history, would I have the confidence not to end up as a tyrant? Would I have the confidence not to spew out the hatred for my past?

“Evan? Why the sigh? What’s wrong?”

Isabel looked at me with a worried expression. Behind her, everyone else was looking at me. Amusingly, the spot where Isabel stood was the same place where I had once planted a cross upside down.

Isabel had dedicated everything to me, saying that I, a true demon, was better than Carlson.

“No. Just……”

I smiled.

The answer was simple. Why had I been thinking so needlessly deeply?

We’re running not on desire, but ultimately for love and justice. If we don’t forget that, we can surely make it work.