Chapter 87 - Chapter 84: Episode 82 - Interrogation
Normally, the interrogator would have started by asking Min-ah her affiliation, name, and why she'd brought an armed group to the Demon World.
But the interrogator put her own desires first.
She occasionally picked up some side income.
Soldiers only got leave once every three months and had no outlet for their sexual urges, so this was a way to "accommodate" them—and it also strengthened their bond with her.
She'd bring the mate or concubine of the demon she was interrogating into the interrogation room and, after collecting payment from the soldiers, let them "use" her to relieve their urges.
The money she pulled in from this easily beat her monthly salary.
In the process, most interrogation targets ended up broken and submissive.
Forcing a woman to watch her husband—the man she'd shared her body with—being brutally violated right in front of her while she listened to his screams... that was bound to shatter her sanity.
Eventually, worn down, the target would become docile and have no choice but to listen.
Otherwise, she'd have to hear her man's screams again as he was raped to the brink of death before her eyes.
The whole process made interrogation easier, let the soldiers satisfy their sexual needs, and allowed her to fulfill her own secret cravings.
Every time she watched a man being savagely raped in front of his lover, it satisfied her sadistic urges.
But this time was different.
A child being raped in front of his mother... she'd never tried that before, and her heart pounded with anticipation.
Since male demons were so rare, this was something hardly anyone ever got to experience.
Even in her mothers' generation, this had never happened.
Because of the way demons hid male offspring to prevent them from being taken, this unique situation was only possible because the target was human.
Which one suffers more? A demoness who goes mad screaming when her lover is violated before her eyes, or a mother who wails when her own child is violated before her eyes?
Finally, the interrogator entered her interrogation room with the soldiers.
She'd been told some physical injury was acceptable, so rough handling was fine.
First, she intended to line her pockets and indulge herself before starting the interrogation.
When that woman saw her son, brutally violated and gasping for air with glassy eyes staring at the ceiling, her mind would shatter.
And in that state, if she threatened to do it again, the woman would spill everything without even needing to be questioned.
Lost in those dark thoughts, the interrogator unbarred the cell holding Seon-ah.
Then, gesturing to the soldiers behind her, she said,
"From now on, you can 'use' him. As long as you don't break him, do whatever you want."
Min-ah heard the woman—the interrogator—open the cell door and speak to the soldiers.
She understood instinctively what the interrogator meant by "use."
Face pale, Min-ah pleaded with the interrogator and the soldiers.
"Please... I'll tell you everything I know, just stop... I'll do anything, please..."
The interrogator giggled, a sadistic smile spreading across her face as she replied,
"You're going to tell me everything once the interrogation's over anyway. Why should I stop? Just watch carefully—this could be your son's final moments."
She had no intention of letting the human male die, though.
He was her cash cow, and the First Elder had explicitly ordered he not be killed.
He was the First Elder's lab rat, so even if she hurt him, she had to keep it within limits.
Threatening that woman—who knew none of this—with the idea that he'd be raped to death at any moment was just psychological torture to break her.
"Ah... please... I'm begging you... just spare my son... please..."
Her body bound by the restraint suit and handcuffs, Min-ah still bowed her head to the ground, banging it as she sobbed.
"Mom... stop... I'm okay... I can handle this... watching you like this... hurts more..."
But his words didn't even register with Min-ah.
In the end, she just kept sobbing "please," a mother pleading for her child, but the interrogator didn't even blink.
Instead, moisture pooled between her own legs, soaking her.
She looked away from Min-ah, glanced at Seon-ah, and urged the soldiers to start. Min-ah had no choice but to watch her son being raped.
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The most senior-looking soldier roughly tore off Seon-ah's clothes, eager to have him first.
"Ha... so you're a lecherous bastard after all."
The soldier said, spotting the yin mark carved into Seon-ah's stomach.
Seeing his body—which had exchanged countless pleasures through the succubus's mark, pleasures no ordinary male could survive—her lust swelled.
And his cock was impressive, unlike the few males she'd sampled.
Seon-ah's member had grown over time from countless penetrations and recoveries.
It was a dick worth swallowing with her lower mouth.
"And you're getting hard in front of your own mother. You're no different from a whore."
There were no brothels in the Demon World, but she often threw the half-dead males she'd captured to other women for money.
Those males, raped hundreds of times, had bodies so sensitive their cocks would stand the moment their clothes came off.
Conditioned reflex from too much experience.
The downside: those males were spent, so they had almost no firmness.
But this male was different—he looked incredibly vigorous.
Seeing how taut and firm it stood, the other soldiers licked their lips.
To "use" such a firm tool properly, she needed foreplay to wet it, but the senior soldier—who'd only ever swallowed the limp cocks of worn-out whores—didn't know that.
Limp dicks are mostly soft, so when they enter, even when she bounces, they slide smoothly without catching. But she didn't realize a firm cock would catch on the ridges inside her pussy.
So she forced Seon-ah down and swallowed his rod—unprepared, no foreplay—into her lower mouth in one go, pressing down.
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"Tchuck..."
Seon-ah screamed as his member was suddenly shoved into that tight hole.
Min-ah wailed from behind, screaming "no" over and over, but the soldier ignored her, pressing her weight onto Seon-ah.
She was a little wet, but not enough to fully lubricate his large member, so it was tight.
On top of that, the soldier's vaginal muscles, strengthened by training, squeezed Seon-ah's member tightly—it was painful.
"Ngh..."
Seon-ah didn't want to moan in front of his mother, but even with all his effort, he couldn't endure the tightness.
"First time I've tasted something this firm. Really hard... Different from all the dicks I've known before."
As if she hadn't noticed him trying to suppress his moans, she started moving her hips.
The sensation of her vagina being stimulated by the large member was intense, but craving more pleasure, she began bouncing harder.
"Hnngh... hnngh..."
When Seon-ah's moans started slipping out from the unbearable tightness, the senior soldier noticed and sneered.
"You really are a whore's son, moaning like that in front of your own mother. You'd probably let your own mother fuck you."
As if those words made her even more excited, she sped up, like she wanted to break Seon-ah's body.
She'd intended to hold back a little for the junior soldiers behind her, but seeing Seon-ah like this disgusted her.
"Let's see how long you can last."
Watching the male insolently try to stifle his moans, her sadism surged.
As she kept bouncing, she felt his member swell even more.
That feeling when a male was about to cum.
She lowered her hips, taking the cock deep, and when the tip brushed her cervix, she twisted her hips back and forth.
"Hahhh... hnngh... aahh!!"
He couldn't hold back anymore—he moaned and tried to cover his mouth.
"How dare you..."
The senior soldier on top grabbed both his hands and interlaced their fingers.
With his hands pinned, Seon-ah couldn't stop the moans that tore out of him.
He knew he shouldn't let his mother hear, but he couldn't resist the sensation of that pussy greedily swallowing his cock.
Feeling him cum, the soldier kept moving, pleased with herself.
Even as she rubbed and savored the cock against different spots inside her, he stayed hard.
His body trembled, but the vibrations only stimulated her more.
Should I go one more time?
But since he'd already cum once and it was time to let the junior soldiers have a turn, she reluctantly unlocked their fingers and got off him.
Then, using her abs, she expelled the evidence of his defeat from her vagina, splashing it onto his belly.
"Trickle... trickle..."
White semen mixed with her own fluids dripped from her vagina, trailing down Seon-ah's stomach.
"Haa... haaaa..."
Seon-ah stuck out his tongue, panting, thinking it was over, but when he saw another soldier approaching to take over, he realized it wasn't.
Seeing the soldier's sadistic smile that said this was just the beginning, he couldn't stop trembling.
When the succubi had raped him, their vaginas hadn't been this fierce.
But these soldiers seemed stronger than the succubi; the grip of their pussies was on a whole other level.
He had plenty of sexual experience from countless rapes, but it was almost useless.
Seeing the soldier's sadistic expression, Seon-ah tried to use his weak legs to crawl away, silently begging her not to come.
That only stoked her sadism—she hurried over and swallowed his still-soft cock into her pussy.
Her pussy, having waited and grown hot while she watched, was even hotter than the first soldier's.
And his cock, hypersensitive from cumming, hadn't recovered—he couldn't stop moaning.
"Hahh... aahh! Ah! Ah!"
Now every time her hips lifted and slammed down, short moans burst out of him.
Occasionally, as if showing off, she twisted her hips, sending pleasure through him.
But the sensitive cock, squeezed by her muscular pussy, felt painful.
His urethra, which had just expelled semen, burned. When he twisted his body, the soldier frowned.
She grabbed his legs to stop him and assumed a mating press, then started pumping down hard.
The position changed, the sensation intensified, and Seon-ah let out moans mixed with pleasure and screams.
"Aaaaah! Aaaaaaah!!!"
Min-ah wanted to cover her ears, but the handcuffs prevented it.
As a mother, she had no choice but to listen to her son Seon-ah's agonized screams as he was gang-raped.