Prologue: Three Years of Conquest
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Three years.
For three whole years, I've ruled this world.
I leaned back on my throne—a massive seat carved from the bones of fallen kings, decorated with gold, silk, and something even more luxurious… soft, trembling bodies.
My kingdom? The entire world.
My power? Limitless.
My women? Too many to count.
I let out a deep breath, exhaling pure dominance, as my fingers traced through the silky blonde hair of the goddess kneeling between my legs.
Yeah. A goddess.
She used to rule over this world—some arrogant divine being, untouchable, all-powerful, looking down on mortals like they were insects.
Now? She's mine.
Her once pure white robes were torn, barely covering her perfect curves, her golden halo cracked and dim. Her divine voice, once used to command armies, now only moaned my name.
"Ahh~ M-My King… please… I-I can't take anymore…"
I smirked, gripping her chin, making her look up at me. Her golden eyes were glazed over, her legs shaking, her entire existence rewritten to worship me.
"You said that last time," I murmured, brushing my thumb over her lips. "And yet, here you are. Still kneeling."
Her face burned red, her wings twitching in submission.
A goddess. Brought to her knees. Just like all the others.
Beside me, a succubus queen—one of my first conquests—purred as she ran her hands across my chest, pressing her soft, perfect body against me.
"My Lord," she whispered, her tail curling around my arm, "it's morning… you promised to discipline the human princess today…"
Right. That brat.
The last princess of the last human kingdom.
For three years, she led rebellions against me. For three years, she swore she'd never submit.
And now?
She was locked in my chambers, chained to my bed, wearing nothing but the torn remains of her royal dress.
I laughed, running a hand through my jet-black hair, my eyes gleaming.
Three years ago, I was just some nobody in my old world.
A regular dude, working a dead-end job, jerking off to isekai harem novels and wishing I could live that life.
Now?
I'm the Demon King.
The God-Slayer.
The Ultimate Conqueror.
And this world—every kingdom, every battlefield, every woman in it—belongs to me.
I rose from my throne, stretching my arms, feeling the marks of love and devotion left all over my body by the women who couldn't get enough of me.
"Let's not keep the princess waiting," I said with a smirk. "After all…"
I cracked my knuckles, my voice dripping with amusement.
"I still have to teach her what it means to serve a king."