A desolate, endless hellscape painted entirely in shades of gray. Yet, where only a bleak chill had lingered before, a sudden, scorching heat now filled the air.
At the center of this world, locked in a fierce embrace, were a man and a woman—Kim Suhyun and the Hell Duchess.
The two had been entwined in physical union for some time now, and the roles had clearly reversed. The one lying flat on his back was no longer the Hell Duchess. Instead, she straddled Kim Suhyun, who lay beneath her, legs spread wide.
When the Hell Duchess caught sight of Kim Suhyun’s erect manhood, standing proud and seemingly piercing the sky, she hesitated for a moment.
But only briefly.
Her slender throat quivered faintly, and then, with a deliberate motion, she spread herself wide. Kneeling obediently, she lowered herself, aligning the tip of his shaft with her entrance.
Through the oval opening, Kim Suhyun’s eyes took in the deep, crimson flesh and the neatly arranged folds of her inner walls. Because they had already gone through multiple climaxes, a thick, milky fluid oozed and dripped from the cavern.
The sight was so provocatively intense it took his breath away, making his already rigid member stiffen even more, writhing with anticipation.
The Hell Duchess’s delicate fingers gently grasped him, as if soothing, while her other hand pressed down firmly on her parted petals, holding herself steady.
“Ah… ah…”
As her hips lowered slowly, a heated moan escaped her lips. Her flushed expression betrayed complete surrender. So pleased was she that each time her tight walls swallowed him inch by inch, the wings of her petals trembled in ecstatic shivers.
Then, at last—
Plop!
When his shaft was buried to the root inside her cavern, their bodies pressed flush together.
“Ahh…!”
“Ugh…!”
Their moans overlapped in perfect harmony.
At that moment, the Hell Duchess involuntarily winced. The burning heat of his shaft splitting her flesh sent a searing sensation through her sensitive depths, as if a thick iron rod, red-hot from the forge, had been thrust inside.
But the grimace of pain soon melted into a look of rapturous bliss.
Her narrow passage was filled completely, without a single gap, swollen to the point it seemed ready to burst. The overwhelming fullness brought her a satisfaction so intense it felt like something inside her was about to explode.
Shuddering with the subtle waves of pleasure, the Hell Duchess trembled, barely managing to place her hands on Kim Suhyun’s chest. Then, with great effort, she lifted her hips slightly and slammed down hard, as if to drive him deeper.
Smack!
Her already slick flesh collided with his, producing a wet, lascivious sound.
“Ugh!”
“Hah!”
Their moans mingled again, but this time, there was no desperation—only raw, breathless passion.
“Haah… haah…”
“Hrrgh… hrrgh…”
Their ragged breaths blended in the air. The thick scent of flesh at their joining point seemed to draw in the surrounding heat, intensifying the fiery atmosphere. The sound of skin slapping echoed repeatedly, and invisible waves of warmth rose like steam.
In this world where only the two of them existed, the heat between them flared hotter and hotter.
They emptied their minds and surrendered completely to their mutual desire.
…Or so it seemed. They weren’t truly alone.
Inside Kim Suhyun, watching the two panting beasts was another presence.
—Hah.
It was Hwajeong.
“Hey, how many times is this now?” Hwajeong grumbled, her voice dripping with disbelief.
To be exact, this was the sixth time. Counting by climaxes—that is, the number of ejaculations—since the Hell Duchess first reached her peak from Kim Suhyun’s touch, Kim Suhyun himself had climaxed four times in a row.
That’s not to say the Hell Duchess was untouched. She had experienced light climaxes before, and her current behavior made that clear.
“Ah, ah… ugh! I, I… ugh!”
Her hips rose and fell like an elevator, hands clenched tightly on Kim Suhyun’s chest, exhaling hot breaths as she writhed in pleasure. Each movement sent her firm, round breasts bouncing, creating a sensuous, almost erotic rhythm.
And that wasn’t all.
“Ahh… ahhh!”
Her sweet, breathy moans spoke of pure delight.
She was simply slower to feel it than Kim Suhyun, but this was undeniable proof she was nearing her climax. In fact, the Hell Duchess was so overwhelmed by these new sensations that she barely knew what she was saying.
Kim Suhyun felt the same. Each time his shaft slid in and out of her depths, he shivered and gasped uncontrollably.
Where else could there be a touch so hot, so soft, so wet?
Though he had been inside her many times before, the cavern now seemed more mature, more skilled. It loosened slightly as he pulled out, then tightened again as he plunged back in, creating the illusion that his shaft was becoming more elastic. This sensation shook Kim Suhyun’s mind profoundly. He clenched his eyes shut and gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the aching moans that slipped out despite himself.
“Good grief, she’s loving this to death. Just dying for it.”
Yet Hwajeong’s voice, watching Kim Suhyun and the Hell Duchess—more precisely, watching Kim Suhyun—was anything but kind. It was laced with biting sarcasm and dissatisfaction.
“Look at that. She pretended to hate it earlier… Men are all the same.”
Hwajeong didn’t even know why she said such things. At first, when the first climax ended, she had felt relief, thinking it was over.
But then, for some ridiculous reason—‘We have to stop the precious seed from leaking out’—they resumed. And suddenly, an inexplicable surge of emotion welled up inside her.
“You bastard! You just leave me here like this!”
Startled by her own words, Hwajeong realized she had just admitted to jealousy.
“No, no! That’s not true!”
She denied it fiercely.
But the jealousy was real. Until now, Hwajeong hadn’t cared much when Kim Suhyun was with other women. She had taken his playful claims of being married at face value (though she always responded with a coy attitude), and besides, those women were on a different level altogether.
But this time, Kim Suhyun’s partner was different. Far different. A woman who wielded the power of the Geobhwa, on equal footing with Hwajeong herself. And since she had expressed a desire to bear Kim Suhyun’s child, it was only natural that Hwajeong felt this unfamiliar, uneasy emotion.
As Hwajeong paced anxiously, Kim Suhyun and the Hell Duchess steadily approached their climax.
“Ahh… ahh…! More, a little more…! I’m… I’m going crazy…!”
The Hell Duchess’s face twisted in helpless desperation, on the verge of tears, as she writhed wildly. Her hips bucked harder and harder, sending her lava-colored hair flying wildly. Biting a strand between her teeth, her bloodshot eyes gazed down at Kim Suhyun with a look that could melt any man’s heart.
“I, I…! Please…! Ahh…!”
Sensing the inevitable, she let out a desperate whimper. Her hands, once gently resting on his chest, now clawed at him like a cat in heat.
She wanted to speak but couldn’t. Her silent plea was clear in her actions.
“Hahaha. Kim Suhyun, look at her. She’s like a bitch in heat, isn’t she? That’s what happens when you have the power of the Geobhwa.”
Hwajeong, unable to contain her anxiety, laughed exaggeratedly and mocked the Hell Duchess.
But Kim Suhyun didn’t hear a word.
No, I hadn’t been able to hear anything earlier because all my attention was focused on the Hell Duke. But now, I caught his reaction clearly and shot upright from the waist up. Then, with all my strength, I pulled the Hell Duke—who was desperately struggling, silently begging me to do something—into a tight embrace.
—…
Soon, seeing Kim Suhyun thrusting his hips vigorously, Hwajeong was left speechless.
“Hah!”
In contrast, the Hell Duke let out a moan filled with a mix of ecstasy and joy.
At the Hell Duke’s desperate plea, Kim Suhyun began moving fiercely. With each powerful thrust, his member drove roughly inside, as if tearing through the flesh within.
Thwack!
Now, it wasn’t just the sound of flesh rubbing—it was the sound of flesh being struck.
“!”
For a moment, the Hell Duke felt a sharp, electrifying pain as if his entire body—from his groin to the crown of his head—was being split in two.
Thwack! Thwack!
But as Kim Suhyun’s relentless waves surged in one after another, the Hell Duke’s head and limbs flailed wildly, and he began to scream out in agony.
“Ahhh! Ahhh!”
His insides felt so full, it was as if his womb might burst from the pressure.
A dizzying sensation stabbed deep into every corner of his being.
Riding the intense waves of pleasure he’d never experienced before, the Hell Duke’s back gradually arched like a bow. Even then, he wildly shook and lifted his hips, eager to please Kim Suhyun.
“Hng! Y-yes! Ah, th-this is too much…!”
“Huff, huff!”
“Ahhh! Ughhh!”
“Ughk!”
Before long, the Hell Duke had completely lost his composure. He let out incoherent, almost primal screams without restraint. Kim Suhyun, hearing the Hell Duke’s cries—so unlike anything he’d imagined—responded with ragged, beast-like pants. The two of them became hopelessly entangled, endlessly racing toward their climax.
“I, I…!”
Suddenly, the Hell Duke let out a sob and wrapped his flailing limbs tightly around Kim Suhyun’s back. Clinging as if he’d never let go, his breasts pressed so hard against Kim Suhyun’s chest they nearly flattened. The swirling heat around them intensified, whipping into a fierce storm.
And then—
“Hik…!”
Suddenly, the Hell Duke’s entire body jerked wildly like a fish caught on a spear.
His tightly furrowed brow shot upward toward the sky. At the same time, his clenched arms and legs squeezed his back as if trying to crush it, and his eyes flashed with a wild, feverish light. His moans abruptly stopped, his mouth opening wide.
Then—
“Ahhhhhhhhhh!”
A triumphant, ecstatic scream burst forth, echoing far across the endless hellscape.
At last, the Hell Duke reached his peak.
It was like a dam breaking all at once.
Like something violently exploding and pouring out.
His mind went blank, and he felt as if he might faint from the overwhelming sensation.
Dizzy and disoriented, his vision turned pure white as his consciousness wavered.
Slowly, the Hell Duke’s entire body curled inward, then suddenly went limp like a puppet with its strings cut. So overwhelmed by the new pleasure, he didn’t even notice the hot liquid surging inside him. He only felt the heavy weight lodged deep within, trembling all over as if struck by lightning.
Drip, drip!
The petals he’d held back for so long released a generous amount of clear fluid, and then even a thin stream of yellowish liquid trickled out.
“Huh… uh… ah… hng…”
Kim Suhyun felt the warm liquid slowly soaking his thigh and looked at the Hell Duke, who seemed barely able to breathe. Gently, he pressed his hand harder against the Hell Duke’s back.
The Hell Duke, dazed, finally met Kim Suhyun’s gaze. Clinging to him, he brought his face close, still wearing an expression that said it wasn’t quite enough. His half-lidded eyes held a pleading light.
After watching the Hell Duke for a moment, Kim Suhyun slowly lifted his face and pressed his lips to the Hell Duke’s saliva-moistened mouth.
For a brief instant, the Hell Duke’s eyes opened wide, but then, sensing Kim Suhyun’s tongue slipping in, he closed them softly. As their tongues intertwined and the sound of swallowing filled the air, a satisfied glow settled over the Hell Duke’s face.
And then—
“Damn it!”
Watching the two of them savor the afterglow of their climax, Hwajeong let out a sorrowful, choked sob.
---------------------------= Author’s Note =---------------------------
(Before writing.)
Today, I’m aiming for one-quarter of the human world story, and three-quarters of the scene.
Alright, let’s get started!
(After writing.)
(Looking over a page filled entirely with scenes.)
0_o…?
…Looks like even I have a naughty demon inside me. ㅜ.ㅠ
Starting tomorrow, I’ll really focus on moving the plot forward…. ☞☜