Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 120: You again…

Chapter 120: You again...

Liam let out a low exhale, watching as they both took chances sucking the little drops of cum hanging around the head of his dick.

He then turned to the side, where the familiar figure of Jaegel was still standing.

His hands were deep in his trouser, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

Tears slowly rolled down his face, yet he didn’t take his eyes off the scene in front of them.

Liam smirked at him, letting out a mocking chuckle.

"What’s wrong Jaegel? Enjoyed it that much?" He asked, teasingly tapping his dick on the faces of the women.

The heretic simply shrunk back, turning his head away him shame.

However, he didn’t dare say anything to refute Liam’s statement, only pulling his hands out of his trousers.

A few drops of slimy fluid could be seen on his fingers, some of which slowly dripped to the ground.

Liam’s face squeezed into a frown at the sight, but he didn’t say anything else.

Just then, a couple of notifications appeared in front of him, and his lips curled into a smirk.

[Quest Completed!]

[Fuck Liora and Mira]

[Rewards Granted: +30000 Lust points]

[Quest completed!]

[Cuck Jaegel]

[Rewards Granted: +50000 Lust points, +20000EXP]

’Sweet rewards.’ He thought, turning back to the two women in front of him.

"But then, we’re just getting started." He said, his eyes flashing with a sinister glint.

***

Meanwhile...

Four cloaked figures quietly moved through the shadowed forest path, the soft crunch of their boots against the leaves barely audible beneath the rustling wind.

The trees above swayed gently, and small rays of moonlight filtered through the thick canopy, illuminating their path in fractured streaks of silver.

Elsa, Lela, Emerald, and Cynthia moved in single file, each of them lost in their thoughts as they returned to the hideout nestled in the edge of the valley.

It had been a long night—longer than expected—and they had gathered far more information than they originally planned.

But none of them were speaking just yet. Not until they were safely behind the reinforced stone walls of their base.

Elsa walked near the front, her expression stiff and unreadable. Her mind, however, was anything but calm.

She still couldn’t believe what she’d done.

Earlier that evening, she’d acted on impulse. Disobeyed a direct order from Emerald. And even though everything had somewhat worked out in the end—barely—the guilt was still eating at her.

Her fingers tightened into a fist at her side.

She wasn’t supposed to charge in like that, and should hava probably thought more about the consequences and listened.

Still, the mission came first. That was the rule. And she broke it.

’Stupid,’ she thought, gritting her teeth. ’You could’ve gotten everyone killed.’

The other girls hadn’t said much about it after it happened—probably saving the argument for when they were somewhere safer—but Elsa already knew what they thought. Especially Emerald. Her cold silence said more than any scolding could.

Just then, Cynthia, who had been walking beside her, gave a soft sigh and tilted her head.

"You’re still beating yourself up over it, aren’t you?" she asked, her tone gentle.

Elsa didn’t look at her. "Don’t," she replied flatly.

Cynthia blinked. "I was just—"

"I said don’t," Elsa repeated, her voice sharper this time. "I don’t need to be consoled. I know what I did."

The path fell into silence again. Cynthia’s eyes narrowed slightly, her lips pressing into a thin line.

For a second, it looked like she might argue back—but she stopped herself. Instead, she looked away, her jaw clenched tight.

Lela, who had been trailing behind them with her arms folded behind her head, let out a short laugh.

"Heh. That’s just Elsa being Elsa," she said casually, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "Girl would rather chew on glass than hear someone tell her it’s gonna be okay."

Elsa glanced over her shoulder, shooting her a glare, but Lela just winked and gave a shrug.

Cynthia didn’t respond. She just exhaled quietly and focused on the trail again.

At the very back of the group, Emerald walked with her usual calm and composed posture.

Her face, partially hidden beneath the hood of her dark cloak, showed no expression.

She hadn’t said a word since they left the enemy encampment—hadn’t even acknowledged the brief exchange between the others.

But she was listening.

She always listened.

Ten more minutes passed in silence before the forest finally gave way to a steep ridge. Hidden within a narrow crevice at its base, their hideout lay tucked away behind layers of rock and illusion spells.

Emerald was the first to step forward and place her hand on the stone wall. A soft blue light pulsed from her palm, and a low rumble echoed through the ground.

The illusion vanished, revealing the entrance to a cave-like tunnel lit by enchanted lanterns embedded in the walls.

They all stepped inside.

The tension in the air eased slightly now that they were no longer out in the open.

Cynthia let out a soft breath of relief, pulling down her hood.

Her curls spilled over her shoulders, damp with sweat and mist.

Lela followed, already stretching her arms as she walked in like she owned the place.

Elsa stayed quiet, but she moved with practiced familiarity, her hand instinctively brushing the dagger at her waist.

Emerald brought up the rear, sealing the entrance behind them with another flash of magic.

The four of them made their way down the tunnel until it opened into a spacious chamber lit with soft amber glowstones.

A wide table stood in the center, surrounded by chairs. Several scrolls, maps, and mana crystals were scattered across its surface.

Without a word, Emerald walked over and took a seat at the head of the table. Her cold violet eyes scanned the room once before she gave a slight nod.

"Let’s record what we’ve gathered," she said, her voice calm, but with an undertone of steel.

The others moved to their seats.

Cynthia retrieved a large notepad from the drawer at the edge of the table, flipping it open.

Lela casually sat down and leaned back in her chair, resting her boots on the table until Emerald shot her a look that made her immediately lower them with a sheepish grin.

Elsa pulled out a small crystal recorder and activated it with a flick of her wrist, placing it in the center of the table.

Emerald raised her hand, ready to begin.

But then—

Clap. Clap. Clap.

A slow, deliberate applause echoed behind them.

All four girls froze.

The sound was so sudden... so out of place. It wasn’t loud, but in the silence of the hideout, it may as well have been thunder.

Elsa’s hand darted to her dagger. Cynthia shot to her feet, while Lela’s relaxed posture vanished in an instant.

Emerald remained still, but her fingers tensed subtly. Her eyes shifted toward the entrance of the chamber.

A shadowy figure now stood there.

None of them had seen or sensed him arrive. It was as though he had materialized from the air itself.

Despite the dim lighting, and the fact that he was only several paces away, they couldn’t make out his face.

Shadows clung to him unnaturally, writhing around the contours of his hood and cloak like living tendrils. Darkness warped the space around him, distorting his appearance like heat over fire.

His presence was suffocating. Not due to power—at least, not the kind they could measure—but because of the sheer impossibility of him being there.

The man slowly stopped clapping.

"Well done," he said, voice smooth and oddly distant, like it was echoing from a cave. "A clean extraction. Minimal casualties. And such strong resolve..."

He chuckled softly, almost amused.

Cynthia raised her hand, a bolt of mana gathering in her palm. "You... it’s you?"

The figure didn’t answer.

Emerald finally stood, her expression unreadable.

"I asked the same question," she said coldly, her aura beginning to rise. Thin traces of wind and mana shimmered around her hands. "Who are you, and how did you get in here?"

The figure tilted his head slightly, as if pondering her words.

Then he took one slow step forward.

The shadows thickened around him, curling like tendrils of smoke that refused to disperse.

That was when recognition struck them—hard and fast.

Elsa’s eyes widened.

Emerald narrowed hers, the glow of mana now forming a thin, flickering halo around her body.

"That shadow..." Lela muttered under her breath, already halfway out of her seat. "It’s him."

Cynthia didn’t speak, but the slight tremble in her hand said it all.

They hadn’t seen his face—not during the chaos, not during the slaughter—but this... this figure before them... this cloaked body shrouded in dancing darkness... they remembered it clearly.

It was the same man who had led the demonic beasts during the ambush the evening before.

The one who had simply watched from a distance while monsters poured from every direction.

Though they didn’t know where he came from, they were already thinking of ways to deal with him.

But who would have expected they’d see him again this soon...