Chapter 94 - Chapter 91: Episode 89 - Unintentional Humiliation
The Demon King, who had been struggling to guide Seon-ah's member into herself with one hand, finally grasped the secret behind his arousal.
It required a delicate balance: she had to inflict sexual shame while acting in a way that was the polar opposite of Min-ah's true nature.
As she tried to climb on top of him, however, he began to go soft again.
It seemed her usual tone of voice wasn't enough to do the trick.
She switched tactics, adopting the foul-mouthed vernacular of a street thug to stoke his sense of humiliation.
"I'm going to fuck you until you're nothing but a loose, ragged-dicked slut who'll cum for anyone who shoves it in, you filthy bastard."
At that, he surged, harder and larger than before.
Seeing him swell, the Demon King wasted no time, sliding onto him and beginning to grind her hips.
But when she noticed him starting to lose his edge again, she had no choice but to weaponize his own trauma.
Drawing from the memory she'd unearthed in Min-ah's mind—the video of Seon-ah being humiliated by Yu-rin—she began to whisper.
"Did you like getting fucked like a dog by Yu-rin? Or do you prefer getting fucked by your own mother right now?"
"H-hng..."
Seon-ah let out a moan, as if the words had finally struck a nerve.
Inside her, he swelled until he felt ready to burst.
Targeting his trauma and shame was proving incredibly effective.
Seon-ah looked on the verge of tears.
He wanted to shut her mouth, to stop her from saying such vile things.
It felt as though the Demon King were personally defiling his mother's lips.
As he grew, the Demon King picked up the pace, her hips moving with frantic rhythm.
"Hng... You're such a pathetic bastard, getting off while being raped by your own mom... It feels good, doesn't it?"
"No..."
Seon-ah began to weep.
Watching him, the Demon King caught a glimpse of the emotion she'd been harboring—something that felt suspiciously like love.
The sight of his expression made her chest ache, and she found herself craving that reaction even more.
"It felt good being passed around by those succubi, didn't it? You kept cumming because it felt so damn good every time they carved a letter into your skin, right? You lewd little bastard, there was a reason you were so hard and excited in front of your mom while the Council soldiers were taking turns with you."
Riding the momentum, she thrust harder, pushing him further.
"H-h-hng... Aaaaaah!"
Seon-ah stopped crying and broke into uncontrollable sobs.
When he tried to cover his face, the Demon King, desperate to see his expression, grabbed his arms and pinned them down.
She began to thrust violently, putting her full weight into every movement.
It was a performance designed to mirror the humiliation he'd suffered in the past.
As she did, he grew even tighter and more engorged.
Overcome by the urge to climax, Seon-ah's entire body went rigid.
Sensing he was about to blow, the Demon King mocked him even louder.
"You pathetic piece of shit, you don't even know your dad is dead, and here you are, cumming inside your own mother's hole. Let it all out, you fucking bastard!"
'Wait, did Min-ah tell Seon-ah that Hyeon-tae died?... Ah... shit, I messed up.'
Caught up in the heat of the moment, she had blurted out the one thing Min-ah had been desperate to keep from him.
As the truth spilled from her lips—the very truth Min-ah had hidden to protect his heart—Seon-ah's expression went blank.
The muscles in his sobbing face seemed to freeze in place.
"Pull it out! Right now! Aaaaaaaah!"
Seon-ah thrashed, his body twisting as he screamed at her.
He felt like he was going to be sick.
'Father is dead?...'
Honestly, he'd suspected something was wrong.
He knew his mother had been trying to hide the truth about his father.
But to hear it from the mouth of the Demon King who had stolen her body—while still being inside her—was a devastating blow.
"H-h-h-hng...."
The Demon King scrambled off him.
"Ugh, ugh..."
Seon-ah was still crying, thick fluid leaking from his member.
Seeing the mess, the stabbing pain in her chest intensified, but she pushed the desire aside, whispering apologies over and over.
She was desperate to fix her mistake.
"Seon-ah... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
She felt a deep, gnawing regret; she hadn't meant to hurt him this badly, but she'd let herself get too carried away.
Min-ah's consciousness, which had been watching his suffering from the shadows of her mind, began to flare up with a dangerous intensity.
It burned with a silent promise: If I die, you're coming with me. The flames began to lick at the Demon King's own consciousness.
The Demon King broke out in a cold sweat.
If this continued, she would be swallowed whole by Min-ah.
She had to soothe him, and fast.
As Seon-ah curled into a ball, trembling and still leaking, she pulled him into her arms.
She began to mimic the behavior Min-ah had shown when she'd slaughtered the Council's interrogators.
"Seon-ah. Is our son being a good boy? Did you have a scary dream?"
Driven by guilt, she tried to comfort him by channeling Min-ah.
The shock had regressed him; he seemed to have retreated into his childhood.
"Mom?..."
Hearing his mother's tone, Seon-ah looked at her and began to mistake her for the real thing.
"I... I had a scary dream... A bad dream where Mom had her body taken by the Demon King..."
"It's okay, our Seon-ah. Once you take a nap, you'll forget all those bad dreams..."
The Demon King held him close, speaking with uncharacteristic gentleness.
"H-h-h-hng..."
"Sleep, sleep, our Seon-ah..."
She sang a lullaby, drawing from Min-ah's memories, and patted his back.
Feeling the familiar touch, Seon-ah finally let go and drifted off to sleep.
She let out a long, shaky sigh as she watched him sleep in her arms.
Everything she had intended to do with him had gone horribly wrong.
Though the immediate threat had subsided, Min-ah's consciousness was still smoldering, burning even more fiercely than it had during her revenge.
It was clear Min-ah held a deep, burning grudge.
For now, she was barely holding it back.
If she kept occupying this body, disaster was inevitable.
If she didn't create a new vessel with high-purity magical power and transfer her consciousness soon, she would be consumed by Min-ah.
Having a child with Seon-ah was no longer just a goal—it was a matter of survival.
Leaving the sleeping boy, she began to endlessly analyze the boundaries she needed to set, using the lessons learned from their encounter today.
He woke up late that night.
He lifted his head, trying to identify the source of the warm, soft skin he'd been pressed against.
It was the Demon King.
He was buried between the breasts of the woman wearing his mother's face.
Seon-ah couldn't quite remember what had happened the night before.
He remembered going to bed with her, but everything after that was a blur.
He'd had a dream—a dream where he was held in his mother's arms for the first time in ages.
The Demon King had held him before, but she'd never felt like his mother; he could tell the difference.
He knew the difference between the Demon King's rough, forceful embrace and the way his mother held him—as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
He couldn't forget the feeling of being held by her for real.
Just in case, he whispered to her.
"Mom?..."
But the Demon King didn't stir; she was in a deep sleep.
Seon-ah convinced himself that last night had just been a dream.
The reality he woke up to was cruel, but the warmth of that dream made the world feel a little less sharp.
He steeled his heart, thinking that if he fulfilled the contract, there might be another chance to get his mother back and feel that warmth again.
Looking at the sleeping Demon King, he decided he needed to create that vessel she wanted as soon as possible.
When the Demon King finally woke up, Seon-ah was sitting on the bed.
She didn't exactly dislike the way he was looking at her with those warm eyes.
There was no denying she'd crossed the line yesterday.
The stabbing pain in her chest—a feeling she'd never known before—had caused her urge to torment him to spiral out of control.
Since it was her first time experiencing sex while abusing a fragile male with such filthy, lewd profanity, she hadn't known how to keep her boundaries.
In the end, she'd made her consort cry.
'Pull it out right now! Aaaaaaaah!'
That scream was still vivid in her mind.
It was a painful memory.
She was certain he remembered what happened.
She worried about whether they could even have a proper relationship after this.
If he refused to be with her, it would be a massive problem.
But if she forced him, she'd be devoured by Min-ah's burning consciousness.
Caught in this complex web, the Demon King decided to lead with an apology.
"Lee Seon-ah... I'm sorry... I made a mistake because I got too excited."
She bowed to him on the bed.
According to Min-ah's memories, when you commit a grave mistake, you bow to apologize.
But Seon-ah felt deeply uncomfortable seeing her bow in his mother's body.
"Please stop... It's so... unpleasant to see, like Mom is doing it to me..."
Since he didn't remember the details of yesterday, he didn't know exactly what she was sorry for, but the fact that his memory had been wiped suggested it was something significant.
Hearing his words, the Demon King straightened up.
Her face was etched with genuine regret.
It was hard to believe she was the same person who had been cursing at him just last night.
Seon-ah watched her, confused.
He couldn't tell if the cruel Demon King was the real one, or if this considerate side was her true self.
Such a powerful, ferocious being was now bowing before him, repeatedly apologizing.
Among all the women he'd encountered, this Demon King felt, strangely, the most decent.
A strange feeling began to take root.
For some reason, he didn't dislike the Demon King when she treated him with such gentleness.