【The Vanished Demon King】(7-8)

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Chapter Seven: Two Gifts
Three hours later, on the second basement floor.
Naked, Monica, clutching her lower abdomen, walked behind Chunxiang with a troubled expression and a furrowed brow.
For the past few hours, with a "what the hell" attitude, she had either willingly or unwillingly satisfied Chunxiang
's shameful demands.
After all, if you ignored the little rascal's hateful smile, Chunxiang was actually quite cute. But
with that cute and playful face, Chunxiang had completely and utterly become the little rascal's slave. Those lewd words, those shameful and lewd actions—Chunxiang could say and 　　do them
without hesitation . 　　What kind of feelings would drive her to willingly lie on the ground, raise her buttocks, and spread her buttocks apart to fawn over the little 　　rascal? 　　Although she ultimately adopted this lewd posture under Chunxiang's terrifying threats, her 　　feelings must have been different from Chunxiang's. 　　What kind of feelings could lead her to willingly take that penis, stained with their nectar, fluids, and even 　　virgin blood, into her mouth, sucking it greedily as if savoring a delicacy? 　　When it was her turn, even though Chunxiang had cleaned her up beforehand, she 　　still felt disgusted and revulsive when licking and even holding that thing in her mouth. What's more, that little bastard deliberately pushed it against her throat, saying her oral sex skills were terrible, 　　causing her to choke several times, making her so angry she almost bit it off. 　　How depraved was she to willingly lick the sticky semen that the little bastard had ejaculated all over her face into 　　her mouth, and then stick out her white, cloudy tongue to French kiss her. 　　She certainly resisted fiercely, but Chunxiang cheated by using magic to fix her head in place, then 　　used her nimble lips and tongue to pry open her teeth, transferring the salty, fishy-tasting semen into her lips, 　　and sealing her lips to prevent her from spitting it out. 　　The stuff was sticky and fishy, almost filling her mouth with her saliva. 　　Was she supposed to swallow it?! 　　Ugh, to be honest, she ultimately swallowed it, humiliated. The slippery 　　feeling flowing down her throat and into her stomach was disgusting, but the taste was slightly better than she'd expected. 　　And despite being the elder, she was being forced to call the little bastard "master"—a disgrace! Furthermore, Chunxiang was personally 　　teaching her various service techniques—using her breasts, legs, feet, etc. Seriously, there were so 　　many variations of this stuff! She didn't listen at all, deliberately making a mess of serving the little bastard, but he 　　seemed genuinely happy about it—utterly despicable. 　　Naturally, she had to bear the consequences of her recklessness. She was then punished—hung up 　　and whipped by the little bastard, forced to count the lashes herself; five more lashes for each wrong answer. The last whip marks were healed by the little bastard's healing magic 　　, but how could she recover from the inner pain she had suffered? 　　In short, the humiliation she had endured over the past few hours had repeatedly pushed her to the limit, and her anger towards the little bastard was 　　escalating rapidly. 　　Now, her uterus was still filled with a large amount of semen, slowly sloshing around inside. 　　This was caused by a strange purple double-layered heart-shaped magic circle that the little bastard had drawn on her abdomen with his strange magic when he tried to force himself on her 　　. Afterwards, no matter how much she pressed on her abdomen, there was no 　　sign of the semen being expelled from her uterus, as if a one-way valve had been installed at the cervix. 　　When she questioned the little bastard about what this magic circle was, Chunxiang said with a hint of envy, 　　"This is a gift from Master to Headmaster. You'll know when Headmaster's uterus is completely full 　　." 　　She frowned. 　　"Don't worry, it's not a baby gift." 　　She couldn't accept anything given in such a strange way, no matter what it was. 　　However, the little bastard left first, saying that something he had ordered from the StarNet had arrived and he wanted to pick it up himself. Then 　　he pulled Chunxiang aside and whispered a few words to her. She's already like this, why keep things from her? 　　Afterwards, Xiaochunxiang led her to the second basement level. This level was considerably larger than the first and 　　divided into several smaller areas, but Chunxiang seemed unwilling to explain, leading her directly into a corner 　　room 　　—the finished product room. 　　This wasn't a spacious room, with glass cabinets of various sizes neatly arranged around the perimeter, containing 　　many strange and unusual items, representing most of Ren Ping's achievements over the past year. More items were 　　in his other studio. 　　Chunxiang was quite familiar with the layout. Leading Monica to the center of the counter on the left, she pressed 　　her index finger against a magic circle above the counter. With a "click," the glass door of the counter opened inwards 　　. 　　Inside the counter was only a silver tray with several 　　translucent beads of different colors, about the size of mung beans, in the center, along with a pair of metal tweezers. 　　Monica looked at the beads with confusion; she didn't recognize them at all. 　　Haruka hesitated for a moment, then picked up the tweezers beside the tray and took out a fiery red bead. 　　"Headmaster, please use this." 　　Seeing Monica's puzzled look, Haruka explained with a smile. 　　"A high-level magical artifact—the Flame Barrier. It's like a thin inner armor. Its unfolded barrier is enough 　　to withstand three attacks from those below the Heavenly Rank, and it can also weaken Heavenly Rank attacks by 20%." 　　"It's the second coming-of-age gift from Master to Headmaster." 　　Monica wasn't bothered by Haruka's little teasing, but rather wondered how the little rascal had obtained such a 　　powerful magical artifact. In their remote town, within thousands of miles, there were very few Heavenly Rank experts. 　　But since the little rascal was giving it to her, she might as well accept it. She had suffered so much; she deserved some compensation 　　. 　　"How do I use this?" Monica asked curiously, suppressing the faint itch in her womb. 　　"Then please stand on the counter, Headmaster, and then squat down and spread your legs." Haruka pointed to the empty 　　glass counter beside her. 　　"Huh?" Monica exclaimed in surprise, "Why would you do that?"

"Headmaster still doesn't understand the meaning of being a slave. Slaves don't need to question, they only need to obey orders
." Haruka shook her finger, looking sighing. "Although Master is not here, Haruka will
educate Headmaster properly on Master's behalf. This is a small right Master granted Haruka before leaving."
Putting down the tweezers, Haruka slightly raised her right hand, magic surging in her palm. Then, the wind in the room began to flow
, then condensed and extended in her hand, forming a semi-transparent whip.
"Low-level magic weapon structure—Wind Whip."
Seeing the wind whip faintly visible in Haruka's hand, Monica's body shrank slightly.
"It seems Headmaster's body was well memorized beforehand." Haruka smiled, raising her left hand, her five fingers
spread, her clear voice containing a faint chill.
"Five lashes. Well then, for convenience, please squat down on the counter and spread your legs as Haruka instructed before
, so that Haruka can dress you directly."
"I...I know."
Monica complained softly with a bitter face, turned around, climbed onto the empty glass counter,
hesitated for a while before gritting her teeth and squatting down, her thighs swaying back and forth.
"Put your hands behind your head, and spread your thighs completely so that Haruka can clearly see your
lewd little hole filled with your master's semen." Haruka issued a stern command.
Monica's cheeks were flushed with humiliation, but she still slowly raised her hands, interlaced her fingers, and held them behind her
head, her thighs gradually spreading apart, revealing her slightly engorged lips from the previous frequent ravaging.
"Straighten your back, and keep spreading your thighs!" Haruka was still not satisfied.
Monica pursed her lips, straightened her back, and looked into Haruka's pink eyes.
Chunxiang nodded in satisfaction only when Monica's thighs were nearly 180 degrees apart.
Then, Chunxiang's expression hardened, and she lightly flicked her right hand.
A gust of wind blew.
A faint shadow of a whip sliced through the air and landed on Monica's inner thigh.
The wind shattered.
More precisely, the tip of the whip exploded the moment it touched Monica's delicate skin.
A two-finger-thick, blood-red mark was embedded diagonally in Monica's thigh.
Monica's delicate thighs instantly burned, and she instinctively let out a short cry of pain. Her thighs tightened and pressed
together sharply, but her mouth trembled as she cried out, "One!"
"Headmaster has suddenly become quite obedient, but you forgot to keep your thighs apart," Haruka said
with a mocking smile. "Remember, no matter how painful the whipping is, no matter how violent your body's reaction is,
within a few seconds after being whipped, Headmaster must return to the original position."
"This doesn't count, let's do it again!" Haruka made the final decision.
"How could this be? It wasn't like this before..." Monica trembled, thinking resentfully
.
Seemingly sensing Monica's confusion, Haruka sneered, "Even slaves need to constantly improve
their slave manners. Does Headmaster think that simply learning what I've already learned makes one a qualified
slave?"
"That's far from enough!"
Haruka's voice softened, "Headmaster, please continue..."
The sounds of wind, screams, and counting
echoed repeatedly in the room like an old-fashioned tape recorder on a loop.
Monica, who had initially thought the five lashes would be simple, was subjected to repeated blows under Haruka's strict demands.
Finally, as Monica clutched her head, chest puffed out, legs trembling, and strained to open them 180 degrees,
shouting "Five," the wind subsided.
At this moment, her thighs, abdomen, breasts, and arms were covered with crisscrossing red welts—
at least twenty in total.
Haruka dispelled the magic in her hand, stepped closer to the edge of the counter, and gazed at
Monica, whose body was tense and struggling to maintain a shameful posture. Her gaze slowly moved downwards, scrutinizing the reddened, faintly glistening vulva. At the same
time, she joined her index and middle fingers together and gently inserted them, exploring.
"Compared to intercourse, pain, shame, and humiliation can also bring a different kind of pleasure," Haruka said, twisting and thrusting
her fingers in and out. "The headmaster is indeed a slave chosen by her master."
A "squirting" sound came from the vulva, and a tidal wave of pleasure surged into Monica's brain. But Haruka's
lewd power remained, and she could only try to suppress the instinct to close her thighs, forcing herself to shamefully spread her legs, letting
Haruka's fingers play with her vulva at will.
Soon, with the rapid in and out of Haruka's fingers, Monica's buttocks rose and fell involuntarily, and she
let out muffled moans. Her reserve wouldn't allow her to succumb to such pleasure willingly; she resisted,
struggling to suppress her moans.
Just as Monica's neck flushed, her moans became increasingly short, and her body reached its peak, Haruka suddenly withdrew
her finger, licked the nectar from it, and looked at Monica with her pink eyes: "Slaves aren't
allowed to climax so easily. Learning to endure is one of the necessary basic trainings."
She picked up the tweezers again, staring at Monica's constantly contracting vulva, and added: "For the next
minute, please maintain this posture, Headmaster."
"Ugh... why is this happening..."
Monica complained, pursing her lips, but her body obediently remained still.
Haruka raised her left hand, gently peeling back the foreskin of Monica's sensitive clitoris, and with her right hand holding the tweezers, carefully
brought the red bead at the tip of the tweezers closer to the clitoris. The moment they touched, the red bead, like
melting snow, covered the surface of the clitoris, and then spread to the foreskin.
"Is it...not...already done?" Monica's voice trembled as she felt her clitoris burning like it was
on fire.
"Don't move, spread your thighs a little wider."
In just a few dozen seconds, the strange magical device had completely merged with Monica's clitoris, or rather,
become its new foreskin. "Try it, inject some magic into your clitoris, just a wisp will do." Haruka 　　said, backing away
as she casually put the tweezers aside .

"Magic? That...inside?!"
Monica exclaimed in shock. The next moment, she realized her magic had recovered slightly. She considered
the possibility of escape, but quickly dismissed the idea, as she was still far from her peak.
After a moment's hesitation, she reached out and touched her sensitive clitoris, carefully injecting magic.
A few seconds later, a faint burning sensation came from her clitoris, and a strange, reddish-black liquid gushed out from around it,
enveloping her upper body and groin like a bodysuit, extremely thin.
"Water Mirror."
Haruka summoned a water mirror and placed it in front of Monica.
Monica immediately saw the woman crouching on the glass counter in an incredibly shameful manner. Her
clothes resembled a form-fitting bodysuit, perfectly highlighting her figure. However, as the owner, she could also
sense the powerful, restrained magic within the bodysuit. But the next moment, her gaze was
drawn to a strange feature on the bodysuit.
"What the hell is this?!" Her eyes widened, speechless.
The bra covered the area around her clitoris, where a conspicuous pink, rhomboid crystal was visible. But more importantly,
the central area covered by this pink crystal was her exposed clitoris, completely uncovered.
Chunxiang turned her head and shrugged.
"Probably just Master's perverse sense of humor. But don't worry, that area is heavily guarded; even a
Heavenly Rank weapon can't break it."
"And Chunxiang also has a silver one. Also, this can't be completely removed; it can only be tucked into the clitoris
unless Master personally removes it for you…"
"Alright." Chunxiang turned to Monica, "Master said that after receiving this gift, Headmaster
can leave."
"But Master added one last thing," Chunxiang mimicked Ren Ping's joking tone, "Headmaster, remember
to visit the studio at 12 noon every day, or you'll face the consequences."
With that, Chunxiang winked playfully, and Monica's heart sank.
—Every day…
Meanwhile, Ren Ping had quietly returned to his studio at home.
He took out the extremely rare magical
artifact, the "Twin Rings," which had just arrived half an hour earlier and was purchased at a high price from the StarNet black market. He carefully placed it on the table and examined it closely.
Due to the complexity of spatial magic architecture, few people could create spatial magical artifacts other than spatial rings
.
This "Twin Rings" connected two spaces in real time using a unique spatial architecture.
After being activated by injecting magic power, items placed from one end of the mother ring would fall out from the child ring. However, this was not its
most outstanding feature; its most crucial feature was—real-time spatial connection. It could not only place items but also
retrieve items that were half-placed at any time.
However, every artificer had their own unique encryption method. To understand the true magic
architecture of this magical artifact, Ren Ping had to first crack its construction code.
Of course, this was much simpler than figuring out how to construct the spatial structure out of thin air. For him, all
he needed to decipher it was time.
And all he had was time.
Chapter Eight: Prelude
On this vast and boundless human continent, a city was almost a country.
The organization that united thousands of cities was called the "Hundred Cities Alliance."
Initially, the "Hundred Cities Alliance" was a super-large
alliance led by the three major star cities on the continent, composed of hundreds of giant cities. But as time went on, subordinate cities of the major cities and even new cities joined in, and the hundred cities gradually
expanded to a thousand cities. Now, there are 10,296 cities recorded.
Where there are cities, there is human life; where there are humans, there are desires. And those who are consumed by desires will fall
into demons—not demons, but devils.
...
Morning, Nobi City, Central Square.
The sudden war lasted only one night before quickly coming to an end. Throughout the city, there was no
smoke of gunpowder, nor any pedestrians; it was eerily quiet.
Alicia had never imagined that such turbulent undercurrents lurked within this peaceful city. In just one night,
her mother had faced betrayal from countless people.
Relatives, subordinates, servants, even the army…
The faint sunlight bathed the earth. Alicia looked at the tired, sleeping face beside her, tears silently
streaming down her face. Overnight, only they remained: herself, her sister, and her mother. But she and her sister were now sealed
, their magic sealed, gags in their mouths, chains binding their limbs and necks, suspended from
a wooden frame on a high platform in the center of the square.
Only their mother, who had covered their retreat last night, was nowhere to be found.
Below her, a dense crowd of people thronged and pressed together. Further away, hundreds of
tall soldiers in black armor stood guard, spears in hand.
The primary reason they had been captured last night was these seemingly invincible, fortress-like elite soldiers.
Several thousand civilians were gathered in the square, "invited" to witness the ceremony, while many more cowered
in their homes, listening to the victor's announcement broadcast over the loudspeakers.
Soon, a man carrying a greatsword, wearing a black trench coat and a black outfit, slowly walked to
the high platform in the center of the square. Immediately, a massive amplification array unfolded beneath his feet.
He looked down upon the conquered land, coughed softly, and the sound, amplified several times by the array, reverberated
throughout the entire city before gradually fading away.
After a long silence, he finally spoke: "I believe most of you don't know me." "
Then let me briefly introduce myself. I come from the distant City of No Night, I am a soldier, the commander of the Black Legion
, an avenger, and soon to be your new city lord."
"I am Walter."
He gazed at the sky with hawk-like eyes, pondered for a moment, and continued: "War has no right or wrong, only
the victor and the vanquished."
"You are unfortunate, because peace is gone; yet you are also fortunate, because death has not yet approached
."
"Be grateful. Your lives were bought with the selfless soul of your benevolent city lord
. So, during this unstable time, please live quietly, as usual, as normal as you always have
."
"Do not attempt to escape the city, nor try to seek help on the StarNet, for the city has been sealed off, and the StarNet
system is temporarily shut down."
"In this world, the victor reigns supreme! The loser will be eternally nailed to the pillar of shame!" Just
as Walter finished speaking, a figure clad in black robes silently walked up to him from behind. At the same time, three
giant cages covered with black curtains were pushed aside by several black soldiers, forcing their way through the crowded throng and slowly reaching
the center of the crowd.
"Look, this is the fate of the rebels!"
Walter waved his hand, and almost simultaneously, the soldiers ripped off the black curtains of all the cages, revealing
a scene that would make one's blood boil.
In each cage, there were nine naked young women, arranged in three rows and three columns. Each
row had a large wooden yoke fixed to the base of the cage, binding the necks and hands of three women,
forcing them to bend over, parallel to the ground. Their ankles were shackled, with an iron
bar suspended between the shackles, preventing them from closing their legs. Their mouths were stuffed with pieces of cloth and taped shut, silencing any
sound.
Behind each woman stood a naked man wearing a black helmet,
holding a hard, erect penis, precisely pressed against the woman's vaginal opening, the glans almost embedded
.
When the curtain was drawn back, and all the civilians stared at these women in astonishment, they
simultaneously closed their eyes, their expressions filled with despair.
The next moment, inside the three cages, 27 men simultaneously thrust their hard penises, brutally
piercing the hymens of the women before them, then mercilessly lashing their tender vaginas
.
Accompanied by agonizing groans, streaks of bright red blood slowly slid from their vaginas, flowing down their pale
thighs and dripping onto the cage floor, forming 27 faint pools of blood.
On the platform, Walter's voice rang out again.
"These are 27 virgins, handpicked from among the rebels. They are so
young, yet they must suffer such cruel treatment."
"But, on the day you chose to rebel, did you consider the consequences of failure?"
"I implore you, please live here obediently and quietly."
"What's wrong with living?!"
Walter questioned with a cold laugh, then his tone became passionate again.
"Now, please welcome our most benevolent city lord to step forward and deliver his abdication speech."
Watching the tragedy unfold below and hearing Walter's final words, Alicia snapped out of her grief,
her eyes widening as she frantically searched for her mother.
Her gaze then settled on a blonde woman beside Walter who was removing her hood. That gentle
profile was instantly familiar; every night, as she passed the study, she would see that warm profile,
engrossed in her work.
That was her mother—Laetia.
Walter stepped back, circling behind Laetia and pushing her to the very front of the platform, facing
thousands of eyes fixed on her.
Even the young girls enduring the rape opened their eyes, straining to look up at her.
Laetia remained silent. How could she ignore the hope and longing in those countless eyes?
How could she ignore the suffering girls below?
But she simply couldn't.
Looking at Lettia, who exuded a saintly aura, Walter's face twisted with hatred, and his lust
surged instantly. Standing behind Lettia, he unbuckled his belt and lifted
the black robe covering her back, revealing her unadorned, rounded buttocks.
Walter grasped her snow-white, upturned buttocks, aimed, and leaned down,
thrusting his fierce, powerful penis directly into her long-starved mouth. Instantly, juices overflowed.
Lettia groaned, her hands instinctively gripping the railing in front of the platform. She turned her head,
shaking her head pleadingly at Walter, but he had already begun his relentless, forceful thrusting.
Having been tormented by aphrodisiacs all night, Lettia could not endure such intense pounding. She could only bite
her lip tightly, holding onto the railing, letting her body tremble in waves of pleasure.
"Hurry up and announce it, Lady Letia! The people below are all watching you!"
Walter's urging brought Letia back to reality from her ecstasy. She looked down at the countless figures below, her eyes filled with
sorrow, and continued to silently endure.
Perhaps those below couldn't see clearly what was happening above, but Alicia, bound behind her,
witnessed her mother's humiliating ordeal firsthand.
She yanked violently on her chains, uttering muffled curses, but she was too small to
attract any attention.
Finally, as Walter poured a large amount of semen into Letia's vagina, Letia followed suit, reaching an unparalleled
climax. At the moment of climax, Letia gripped the railing tightly, her flushed face tilting back, and in an almost
trembling voice, she cried out the last embers of her heart.
"Rebel, my citizens!"
Walter casually shoved Letia aside, raising an eyebrow at the instantly riotous crowd below the platform and
the soldiers pressing forward to suppress them.
Behind him, a figure clad in a grey robe strode forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Walter, and said with a strange smile, "
Did you anticipate this situation?"
"Somewhat unexpected, but still under control."
"The whole city heard what you just said."
"Heh, just a bunch of fools. It'll just take a little longer than expected."
The grey-robed man patted Walter's shoulder, turned around, and asked seemingly casually,
"Will you be able to make it to the Three Cities Exchange Meeting in two weeks?"
"Try your best. If it really doesn't work, we'll have to resort to force."
After the gray-robed figure left, Walter crouched down, looking at Letia sobbing on the ground. He reached out and stroked her golden
hair, a sigh on his face.
"You've made another wrong decision."
"This time, many people will die."
"Your obedient and lovely daughters will have a very hard time from now on."
"Will you feel guilty this time?"
Retracting his hand, Walter stood up, letting the fierce wind on the platform make his clothes flutter.
His lips trembled slightly, but his last words were gradually swallowed by the wind, dissipating like a gentle breeze.
—My former lover, Letia.
PS: Ahem, although some strange things have wandered in, please don't mind. So, back to the main topic,
after many chapters of H scenes, we've finally arrived at the main storyline. So, will our handsome Demon Lord
continue to skip class?!
PS2: Speaking of which, it seems like I've unknowingly dug a lot of plot holes in the 8 chapters of the prologue and main text. Will they ever be filled in?
Ahem... It would be even better if you guys ignored them, then you could skip them and not have to fill in the holes later." (Looking into the distance)

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