Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 34: Your next opponent

Chapter 34: Your next opponent

His belly jiggled uncontrollably, along with the wads of fats around his cheeks and flabby arms, greatly slowing down his speed.

’Too slow... extremely slow...’ Liam thought, watching as Petras kept charging towards him.

He seemed to be fighting the pull of gravity even as he ran, especially to Liam who had gotten a lot faster compared to his former self.

Bored of watching the terrible show of Petras running, Liam sprinted forward, swinging his blade towards the boy’s neck.

Petras’ eyes widened in shock, watching helplessly as Liam’s blade rapidly drew towards his neck.

It was as if one second, Liam was standing in front of him, and in the next, there was a blade swiftly approaching his neck!

His face paled in horror, already visualising the scene of his head being sliced cleanly off his neck.

However, the blade suddenly stopped, only just a few centimetres from slicing his neck off.

’W-what...’ Petras mumbled inwardly, sweat rolling down his face like water.

His body kept trembling uncontrollably, his breath hitched in his throat as he stared at the gleaming edge of the blade.

His grip on his weapon weakened, and the sword dropped to the ground with a low clang, which echoed for a few seconds, before dying down.

He slowly lifted his head up, his body trembling even more as his eyes met with the cold ones of Liam.

"Surrender." Liam muttered, his gaze indifferent even as his blade touched Petras’ skin, drawing a thin line of blood.

Suddenly, a foul stench filled his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but sniff, wondering where it was coming from.

His face twisted into a frown, and he looked down, only to be met with the disgusting sight of a yellow fluid trailing down Petras’ legs.

’He... pissed himself?’ He thought, watching as the fluid slowly pooled beneath the boy’s sandals.

His trousers were soaked, and some of it also seeped into his sandals, forming tiny pools in between his toes.

’Was he that scared?.’ Liam frowned, swiftly moving backwards, to avoid getting stained by the pool of urine.

As he stepped back, the other students were finally able to get a good look at what really happened, and their eyes widened in shock.

The foul stench of urine rapidly spread through the plain, and their noses immediately squeezed in disgust.

"What... he pissed himself? What a pig..."

"Disgusting, pissing just from a feint strike."

"Argh, someone get that pig away from here!"

"It... fucking stinks."

Numerous whispers kept echoing among the students, with countless insults beings hurled at Petras.

Meanwhile, Petras remained frozen in the center, ashamed to even raise his head up.

’N-no... it’s a dream right... it has to be... please be... no...’ He mumbled inwardly, tears slowly pooling at the corners of his eyes.

"I-I... surrender!" He shouted, suddenly sprinting off to the side, leaving a trail of urine wherever he went.

"Stop!" The instructor’s voice suddenly pierced through his ears, and his body came to an instant halt.

"Who do you think is going to clean up your mess?" The man said coldly, pointing at the pool of urine on the ground, as well the trails he left while running.

At that moment, Petras fell down to his knees, tears streaming down his eyes.

With his head bowed in shame, he was forced to clean up every single drop of urine, until the floor was sparkling clean.

To make things worse, the man didn’t allow him leave the training ground, insisting he remained till the end of the class.

Since the students would never allow someone who pisses on himself to stand in their midst, he had to stand at the far end, bearing the brunt of insults and disgust hurled at him by his mates.

’H-how could this happen...?’ He thought, his head still bowed down in shame.

’This... is all your fault...’ He kept wallowing in his misery, the face of a handsome, white haired youth appearing in his mind. ’Disgracing me like this... I’ll make you pay... I’ll make you pay... just wait... Liam Wilshere!’

Meanwhile, still at the center of the stage, Liam kept staring into space, a complicated glint flashing through his red eyes.

[Hidden Quest Completed!]

[Defeat and Humiliate Petras]

[Reward Granted: +10000EXP]

[Bonus reward: +10000EXP]

’At last, some EXP!’ He thought, chuckling to himself.

Though he hadn’t planned on making Petras urinate on himself, he was still glad things worked out that way, especially since he could finally earn some nice EXP.

Besides, he couldn’t deny, watching Petra’s crumble before him, drowned in his own urine, filled him with a strange sense of gratification.

Perhaps it was because of how much he suffered at his hands, or because he had become a demon, or maybe both, he wasn’t sure.

But the feeling of getting back at someone who wronged and humiliated you many times, always felt very good.

’All those training... all those efforts... I should be able to show them now, with this new body!’ He thought, narrowing his eyes in determination.

After six long years of training and suffering, his efforts would finally start to bear fruits.

He was overjoyed, to the point that he nearly grew teary.

"Liam." Kurt suddenly called, snapping him out of his thoughts.

The man’s brows creased, slowly walking towards the young man.

’His sudden change in appearance... could it be?’ He thought, a frown briefly appearing on his face.

"Get ready, your next opponent... is me." He said, and the jaws of all those who heard immediately dropped to the ground.

’I have to confirm myself.’ He thought, gently tapping his foot on the ground.

Though the other students were rather occupied with the pitiful sight of Petras urinating on himself, he had been more focused on Liam, curious to see whether his transformation wasn’t just in appearance.

He still remembered the scene of Liam dashing forward, stopping just before injuring his sparring partner.

However, what shocked him was the speed at which he ran... it was so fast, that even he had to strain his eyes a bit to follow him.