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Hayden, who was arching his back and clutching his penis as it squirted milky white fluid, was on the verge of tears.
When his penis finally stopped ejaculating after expelling the last bit of semen, his white hand, messed up with cum, quickly went behind him.
In Hayden’s panting mind, there was only the thought of spitting out the slime as quickly as possible.
His hand, which extended past his perineum, groped the slime filling the hole between his buttocks.
The severed slime had burrowed deeper into the hole, making it hard to grasp.
Hayden’s back was increasingly hunched, and his face was voluntarily pressed against the floor as he fidgeted with his hands between his legs.
The feel of his scrotum against his forearm was unfamiliar, but he couldn’t stop.
“Ugh, hup, please…”
Unaware that he was pleading aloud, Hayden’s attention was entirely focused on the slime precariously hanging at the entrance of his hole.
Just as his hand fumbled, he managed to grab the very tip.
Whoosh!
“Wait, what…!”
Perhaps angry that a part of it had been torn out of his penis, the slime, which had been gently squirming, instantly swelled up and shot a tentacle out of the hole as soon as it was grasped.
The slime lifted Hayden’s body into the air, tying his wrists together and spreading his legs wide apart, and wrapped its tentacles around his body as if panting.
“Ten minutes.”
Satan spoke like a timer.
“You tricked, hic!”
“Watch your mouth. It is your fault for being useless, unable to defeat a mere demon beast.”
Rage flickered on Satan’s face, who enjoyed fair and just competition.
With an annoyed, low voice, he blatantly insulted the pathetic hole.
“You got so turned on just from a little prodding in the rear that you can’t even drive out a low-ranking demon beast. Isn’t that right?”
Hayden ground his teeth at Satan’s blaming voice and lowered his gaze.
Swish.
“Ugh!”
A tentacle, which had been tapping the inner wall that was squirming to push it out, angrily wrapped around the nipple on Hayden’s chest with a thin tentacle and tugged hard.
The flesh was pulled as if it would tear.
The tips of his nipples throbbed, and tears streamed from his eyes non-stop.
“Heeek, stop, it’s g-going to tear, hieek…!”
Two more tentacles, which emerged from nowhere and created barbs, began to rub against the intensely squeezed nipple tips.
As the inflamed nipples were vigorously rubbed, they started to swell up thickly.
The voice that had been scolding it for touching him was long gone, sweetly broken.
As Hayden gasped and tried to take in more air, his hole widened instead of pushing out the slime.
“N-no, hup, uhng-ut, uhng…!”
Hayden squeezed his eyes shut at the thought of making a spectacle of himself in front of the Demon Lords.
The Demon Lords, whose eyes were fixed on the transparent tears streaming down his face, each tried to predict Hayden’s next move.
Would he plead, or would he be too scared to do anything?
Most sacrifices did. It was rare for anyone to resist this far.
As if to fulfill the Demon Lords’ expectations, his red lips slowly opened.
“K-kill…! Just, hngh, kill me…!”
“Ha!”
An exclamation escaped Lucifer’s lips.
‘I see. That’s how you play it.’
The sight of him holding his head high and resisting, even after exposing his most intimate parts to the demons he so despised.
A deep amusement settled in Lucifer’s red eyes.
Hayden frowned, a confused expression on his face.
Lucifer used telekinetic magic to pull Hayden, tentacles and all, right up to his face and clutched Hayden’s throat.
Amusingly, the tentacles, sensing Lucifer’s Magia, easily stopped moving.
“Gasp.”
“Well, it would be a waste to simply kill you.”
“Cough, ugh.”
“As my servant, I will cherish you.”
“What, ugh… Aaah!”
Lucifer, who was squeezing his slender neck with his thick, veiny hand, implanted his Magia onto the back of Hayden’s neck.
A brand, signifying that the Demon Lord accepts the sacrifice by engraving his insignia onto the sacrifice’s body.
The custom was usually to watch for about a week before branding, but if a Demon Lord overturned the custom, that became the new custom.
Hayden’s hands and feet curled up from the pain, which felt like being branded with a hot iron on the back of his neck.
The tentacles violently shimmered, then disappeared into the host Hayden’s genitals and back hole, quickly hiding and beginning to parasitize.
Hayden, who let out a loud scream, trembled violently before going completely limp.
A red imprint of an angel’s wing, stained with blood, was stamped on the back of Hayden’s neck.
It was the insignia of Lucifer, the Lord of Pride.
“Will that be acceptable, Lucifer? It would be inconvenient if he couldn’t work.”
“He entertains me in other ways, so there is no problem.”
Lucifer tilted his head at Leviathan’s question.
This sacrifice was different from the previous ones, who would resist only briefly out of miserable circumstance or when they were about to die.
This human.
The sight of him looking straight up and speaking each word was both insolent and piqued his interest.
And yet, he exposed his weakness so easily.
How foolish and amusing this human was.
Although he resisted, there could be no human easier to subdue.
Lucifer, the Lord of Pride, was literally a demon bundled with arrogance.
It was natural for him to keep others beneath his feet and manipulate them, and it was a given that everyone should bow their heads and fear him.
Lucifer was surrounded by such individuals.
Demons who would submit at the mere hint of his Magia, lowly humans who couldn’t even scratch him due to the difference in magical power, and even remnants of the Celestial Race.
However, precisely because of this, there were no people around him who would defy Lucifer.
Most would collapse to their knees before Lucifer could utter a word.
This was because they knew Lucifer’s nature, which was to mercilessly break a neck like snapping a flower stem if the resistance lasted too long.
Lucifer enjoyed others’ submission, but frankly, he found the lack of a challenge disappointing.
If the resistance was too long, it annoyed him, but if it was too short, it wasn’t enjoyable either.
Lucifer was that kind of self-serving demon.
Thud.
Lucifer released Hayden’s throat.
Hayden’s body slumped to the floor, his back hole wide open.
“Liefel.”
Liefel appeared at Lucifer’s call and bowed his head.
His gaze briefly flickered to the sacrifice lying on the floor and then away.
The inner wall, visible through the widely opened hole, was very clean, suggesting the slime had successfully taken root.
“Let him rest. He will begin his service tomorrow.”
“How shall the training proceed?”
Lucifer’s eyes fixed on the back of Hayden’s neck.
The red insignia was a powerful presence.
Lucifer disliked insolence, but yes, perhaps watching this sacrifice gradually change would be one source of enjoyment.
If he didn’t appear to be tamed, he could simply be killed.
“Leave him be.”
“Understood.”
And so, Hayden’s first day as a sacrifice came to an end.
Even as his weary body was moved and washed by Liefel, Hayden was immensely looking forward to the future.
His satisfaction was greater than expected.
The Demon Lords were indeed beings beyond the pale of human ethical standards.
If things continued this way.
‘I’m already anticipating it.’
An incomparably blissful life would follow.
‘I clearly thought that just the other day…’
Hayden secretly threw the floor rag away.
‘F*ck… where did the promiscuous sex life go? Where’s the potent Demon Lord? The huge cock?’
He’d been tricked.
That was the sacrifice’s observation after one week.
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