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Chapter 17:The Competition of Hypnosis and Contests – My Sister Fights the Demon King and the Hero Alone
I was pressed onto a wooden chair by Loxi and Yeli, my clothes completely stripped away by them, leaving my naked body exposed to the morning light. My cock had not yet become erect, hanging limp and soft, forming a stark contrast with the Hero's turgid, upright twenty-centimeter giant root. Seeing this scene, the Hero cou ldn't help but straighten his body proudly, a hint of an arrogant smile hooking the corner of his mouth as his gaze swept over me wantonly, his eyes filled with contempt and triumph. He glanced down at his own cock, then back at mine, unable to suppress a cold laugh in his heart, musing that it was no wonder this Demon King would forsake so many beautiful wives to indulge in cuckoldry—it turned out he was a "Short Demon King"!
Beside the bed behind the Hero, Shasha was reclining lazily on the messy sheets to rest. Her long black hair was scattered like a waterfall, and her pink pupils flickered with a playful light as she watched my side. The full mounds of her breasts rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and a few drops of milky-white breast milk, just squeezed out by the Hero, still hung from her nipples. She watched me, stripped bare by the two women, with great interest, her gaze slowly moving up from my cock and finally stopping on my eyes. After a brief eye contact, she understood my intent and her red lips curled into a cunning smile. She stood up, her delicate body pressing against the Hero like a water snake, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. Her plump breasts pressed against his back as she said softly, "Lord Hero, what new tricks are you playing now? You've even stripped the Demon King's clothes off?"
The Hero was stirred by Shasha's soft touch, and the giant thing between his legs gave a sudden leap, becoming even firmer. Losing himself in triumph, he put his arm around Shasha's slender waist, turned his head to kiss her red lips, his tongue plundering wantonly in her mouth with a sticky, wet squelching sound. When they parted, he gasped for air, a flame of defiance burning in his eyes as he whispered, "Shasha, let me ask you, back in the Demon Realm, could this guy... satisfy you?" His tone carried a hint of testing, but his gaze was fixed straight on Shasha, anticipating her answer.
Hearing this, Shasha's pink eyes flashed with playfulness. Her slender hand lightly caressed the Hero's chest, her tone ambiguous: "Hmm... as for the Lord, each has his own flavor~" She deliberately drew out the final sound, her seductive manner fully displayed, neither denying nor confirming, teasing the Hero until he was itching with desire. The Hero, however, conceitedly interpreted it as "unsatisfied." The triumph in his eyes grew even stronger as he turned to look at Loxi and Yeli, smiling wickedly: "What about you? Loxi, Yeli, has this Demon King ever satisfied you?"
Hearing this, a complex light flashed in Yeli's sapphire-blue eyes, and her pretty face involuntarily flushed. Images of coupling with me in the dungeon surfaced in her mind—the wildness of my venting like a beast; though my cock's size wasn't as staggering as the Hero's, it carried the Demon King's unique dominance and aggression, every thrust making her soul shudder. That deep-seated pleasure, even remembered now, made her lower body involuntarily moisten. She bit her lower lip and said petulantly, "Hmph, why ask that? I'm not telling you!" Her tone was intentionally feisty, yet it couldn't hide the shyness on her face.
Loxi was even more overwhelmed. Her silver hair was draped over her shoulders, and her rose-red eyes were veiled with a layer of mist. She was the only one who had experienced the full extent of my prowess. In that coupling, I poured my entire strength into her petite frame; my cock was as scorching as a flame, driving her to peak after peak until her womb was almost filled. That overwhelming pleasure left her with an endless aftertaste; even the mere memory was enough to soak her panties. She bit her finger and whispered with her head down, "Brother is... very, very powerful..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz, and her toes, wrapped in white silk, gripped the floor involuntarily. Her shy appearance was misunderstood by the Hero as being unsatisfied.
Seeing the reactions of the two women, the Hero, convinced that neither had been satisfied, smiled arrogantly. He then walked up to me, patted his chest, and delivered a long-winded speech: "Look! This is the Demon King's crime! As your husband, he has not a shred of respect for you, pushing you out to be toyed with by others just to satisfy his perverted cuckold fetish! Shasha, Loxi, Yeli, you have been trampled by him for so long; if it weren't for meeting me, I'm afraid you would have been broken long ago!" He became more excited as he spoke, his tone filled with righteous indignation as he listed my "crimes": from Loxi being sent to the priest for training, to Yeli's intention to let other soldiers violate her in the dungeon. While recounting these examples, he suddenly realized that Loxi was very sensitive about being violated by the priest and quickly backed down: "Loxi, sorry, I was just giving an example, I didn't mean anything else!"