00669 2. The Lord of Hell
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When I tore my gaze away from his restless thighs, I saw the Hell Duke trembling all over, his eyes wide open. Watching him clench his mouth shut and shudder in spasms made my cock throb even harder. His expression was strange—half like a smile, half like tears—but somehow it felt fresh, even gave me a strange sense of confidence.

Drip, drip!

His flower-like opening parted slightly again, releasing a generous stream of clear, slick fluid. That seemed to be the final climax, as the Hell Duke’s body, which had been trembling nonstop, finally relaxed a little.

“Phew…!”

A satisfied moan escaped him, and I felt reassured enough to climb atop his body. He blinked slowly, his vacant expression shifting to a faint blush as he glared at me.

“Y-you… you really are cruel.”

“Sorry. Did I surprise you?”

“How far do you intend to humiliate me? How much shame must I endure before you’re satisfied?”

“Hahaha.”

A soft laugh slipped out before I realized it. I was smiling. The Hell Duke’s embarrassed glare was so endearing that I couldn’t help it. Slowly, I brushed back his hair, as dark and molten as lava.

“G-get away! Don’t suddenly look at me like that…”

“Sorry, sorry. Anyway, I’m going to enter now.”

“I’ve been waiting for this for a while. But you just went ahead on your own…!”

“It’s because you’re my first. The first time can hurt a lot, you know? So I had to make sure you were wet enough to ease the pain.”

I explained how the slick fluid acted as a lubricant. The Hell Duke looked speechless for a moment, then suddenly turned his head sharply to the side.

“W-what a pointless courtesy. Who asked for it?”

His tone was curt, but it was clear he was teasing me on purpose. I wanted to kiss those flushed cheeks, but I knew I’d get scolded again if I did. Better to just focus on what I had to do.

With that in mind, I parted his closed petals gently to the sides and pressed the tip of my cock against the entrance. A warm heat began to spread through my lower abdomen. My heart pounded fiercely in my chest.

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t excited. After all, this was the Hell Duke—the strongest being on the whole Plain, perhaps. The thrill of conquering him made my heart race like a wild drum.

“Well then.”

I swallowed lightly, staring at the small, oval cave glistening with moisture. Holding my breath, I positioned the head of my cock at the opening and slowly pushed inside. The long flesh sank deeper, as if being swallowed whole. The union had begun.

At first, I was careful, focused on pushing in gently, feeling nothing but warmth.

But when about a quarter of my length had entered, I felt a roughness and slight resistance. I immediately knew what it was. Deciding it was better to break through quickly, I pressed harder, pushing my cock in with force.

Then—

Crack, crack!

I felt the thin membrane tear as I pushed through.

“Ah, ahh?!”

Startled, I gasped aloud.

How could I even describe this feeling?

The Hell Duke’s cave was unbearably hot. Truly, unbearably hot. The moment I broke through the virgin membrane and penetrated deep inside, it felt like plunging my cock into a blazing furnace. No, more like searing a red-hot iron rod with a steel bar. It was as if my cock was burning, melting slowly inside the Hell Duke’s womb.

“Ahhh…”

A wave of pleasure disguised as pain surged through me, and I couldn’t help but moan.

But it wasn’t over yet.

‘W-what is this?’

I had intended to pause for a moment, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. But my cock was already being greedily swallowed, sliding deeper as if the hole itself was pulling me in. I could feel the skin clinging tightly to my tip as it pushed forward.

My mind began to blur. I struggled to stop, but the Hell Duke’s cave showed no intention of letting go, greedily gulping me down.

Before long, my groin bumped against his thigh. Not only was my cock fully inside, but even the base had been swallowed whole. Feeling like I was sinking into an endless swamp, I collapsed forward.

Thud!

“W-why are you suddenly like this?”

Surprisingly, the Hell Duke’s voice was calm, aside from a slight flush. When I looked up, he was watching me with a curious expression.

“Y-you, you, you…?”

My teeth clenched tightly without me realizing it, but I managed to speak.

“Me?”

He repeated the question, then suddenly wrapped his arms around my back, patting me gently. The touch was warm and comforting.

“Well… I did feel a bit sore and unintentionally tensed up. But… this tight fullness isn’t so bad. It’s not as painful as I thought. Is this all thanks to you?”

C-crazy. That was just a little tension?

“By the way, why are you acting like this all of a sudden? Are you hurt?”

No. I’m not hurt.

“T-this is…”

“Hm?”

“I-it feels so good inside…”

“F-feels good?”

I heard the Hell Duke’s voice falter in surprise.

But it was true. Inside him, I was experiencing sensations I’d never felt before—beyond words. The moist, sticky flesh, the way it tightened sharply then slid smoothly as I moved deeper—it was pure ecstasy. And once fully inside, the folds clung to my cock, sucking it in as if sulking over the teasing I’d given with my tongue earlier.

“Well, I don’t really understand it, but… that doesn’t sound unpleasant.”

Honestly, I wanted to thrust wildly, to lose myself in the madness of it all. But I couldn’t. Even now, the tightness was suffocating, and if I pushed any harder, I felt I’d come instantly. I bit down hard to hold back, but soft moans slipped out between clenched teeth. Now I understood what the Hell Duke had felt earlier.

Then—

“Hmm~?”

Had he regained his composure? The Hell Duke let out a strange hum, as if he’d figured something out. Then, without warning, the hand that had been patting my back suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace. I didn’t understand why, but I told myself to stay calm and silently hummed the national anthem in my head.

At that moment—

“Hut…!”

The Hell Duke let out a light breath, and—

“Guh?!”

Suddenly, a terrifying suction pulled my cock hard. It felt like he was trying to suck me dry, the pressure so intense I couldn’t help but moan. But the pain was brief. It quickly transformed into an indescribable pleasure, a bliss so overwhelming I felt like I might lose my mind.

After a while—

My vision blurred white. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his graceful upper body. As the pleasure built to a climax, I held the Hell Duke tightly, crushing him with all my strength. Not long after, I felt the long-held tension explode, my seed spurting out through my urethra.

“Ugh…! Ah…!”

The sensation of my cum gushing out was overwhelming. Now that I thought about it, I’d been holding back for a very long time. Everything that had built up inside burst forth like a dam breaking, and I felt as if I were peeing.

Embarrassed, I tried to pull out, but even that was impossible. The cave gripped me tightly, refusing to let go.

Only after every last drop was squeezed out from the root did I finally manage to free myself. My cock, now exposed to the air, was bright red from the heat. The cool air felt refreshing against it.

“Hah…! Hah…!”

My breathing was ragged.

Once I regained my senses, the first feeling that hit me was shame. I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. I’d come before even making a single proper thrust.

Of course, it had felt incredible…

‘I wonder if he’s disappointed?’

I glanced up on a whim, and just then, the Hell Duke was slowly pushing himself up from the ground. Fortunately (or unfortunately), his face showed a curious expression, as if he was feeling the semen that had struck inside him. Then, spreading his thighs a little wider, he bent his head down to peer between his legs.

“Ah…!”

Between the burning heat of that opening, a thick, pale fluid tinged with blood oozed out and dripped onto the ground. For a moment, the sight of blood startled me, but then I remembered that the Hell Duke was still a virgin, and I managed to catch my breath.

“Th-this precious thing….”

Hearing this, the Hell Duke spoke in a tone full of regret as he bent his upper body forward. He seemed to be trying to gather the fluid that had fallen, but reflexively, I grabbed his hands to stop him. He looked up at me with a puzzled expression.

“What are you doing now?”

“Hm? I’m just trying to put back what’s spilled.”

“Why would you want to put it back?”

“Well, obviously… isn’t it a waste? These could become kings someday.”

His expression was far too serious to just laugh off.

Meanwhile, the petals between his thighs continued to softly open and close, repeatedly expelling a mixture of blood and fluid. It was a clear sign of how much I had poured out, but even more than that, my manhood was stretching and rising again. The movement of those petals, fluttering provocatively as if saying it wasn’t enough yet, was impossible to ignore.

…Of course, I wanted to feel that sensation again, but more than anything, I wanted to shed the shame of being premature.

Avoiding the Hell Duke’s curious gaze, I quietly spoke.

“T-there’s still a lot left here…”

“……?”

“Y-you don’t really have to gather it all back…”

“…….”

Suddenly, I felt a sharp look from the tip of his manhood. I worried he might think it was over and that I had no more use for him, or worse, that he might get angry.

“Ah, ahem!”

Then, an awkward cough came from him once or twice.

“W-well then…”

I felt his hands slipping out of mine.

“Since it keeps slipping away, it’s a shame…”

The moment I turned to look, I was a little surprised. The Hell Duke was already lying back again, boldly spreading his legs just like before.

And then he said softly, almost shyly,

“Will you seal it with your own?”

He moved his hands to gently spread those petals wide open.

—————————= Author’s Notes =—————————

1. Optolove: How is it that a young author asks readers to punish their own sins and plead for judgment, as if accepting external oppression to do their best? Truly, this is foolishness. The first priority is the name, and only then does the vow come into play. Why carve a blade into your own steadfastness to keep a promise? As an author, you must honor your covenant with readers and lead by example. While this is a noble and complete stance, do not ask others to punish you; instead, discipline and manage yourself—that is the true path to growth.

2. Shadow Recluse: Why do you hurt my heart so? If you’re struggling, you must say so—why keep it bottled up inside? I love you. So don’t tell me to remove you from my favorites list. I won’t do that. Please don’t trouble my heart; recover your health quickly. I love you, Royujin, my love and my fate.

3. Large Scrap: I still have ten fingers left to strike others, by the gods…

4. Deulmaro: Listen, listen! Between the comments, listen! The writer’s hiatus and the readers’ lament. Daily serialization, the bustling night, the first to secure the spot on the hiatus day. No delay, no scent, a single shining star, a stroke of the pen. I will live, I will live. I will live on Joara. Yally yally yalla sheng yallari yalla (?)

5. Ttangol: Among Joara novels, the male leads are all pushovers, and the rest are BL, so there’s nothing to see but games. But among them, there’s one outstanding novel—Memorize. When pushovers and gays run rampant, a real man appears. How could you not read it? Keep up the good work and keep writing great stories.

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