Profession, Merchant Volume 10 Chapter 1

Chapter 1 – Demon Lord, I

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Newland, the city of demons and monsters. Where bizarre creatures and humans of all elements roam, darting in and out of their strangely shaped buildings.


Among these buildings is a castle in the centre of the city, built so high that it seems to be scraping the clouds.


But even though it is located where the sky is a constant perennial grey, with lightning thundering in the background, this does not make the structure dull. On the contrary, it has made the building even more majestic.


The one who lives in this castle is none other than the Demon Lord.


Of course, as the owner of the land herself, not to mention the ruler of this country, only she could live in such grandeur and hold banquets with alcohol, meat, and the like in such a magnificent building.


The same is true now.


Inside the castle, of course, are the demon lord’s chambers. This is where people of common birth could have an audience with the monarch of the realm. But unlike their human counterparts, where it is adorned with glittering decorations and a red carpet, a high throne and sufficient lighting and the like, these demon lord’s chambers have none of these trappings. Instead, it has only cobblestone floors and no windows.


The only source of light is the flickering candles in the candelabra. But even with these, they could only illuminate the area around the glass-topped table at which they were placed, leaving the rest of the room in total darkness.


In the middle of it all, a woman sits majestically alone on an oversized black leather chair that resembles a sofa.


She has long, dark hair full of luscious moisture, noble eyes that possess wickedness, and luscious lips that hint at a sly charm. Her body is exquisitely sexy, and her very revealing blood-red, high-legged, swimsuit-like costume only accentuates this – especially those long, thick legs and those beautiful, huge breasts.


Indeed, she is a beauty that would make any man bend over and hide his crotch if he ever bumped into her in the street.


Only one thing stands in the way of that possibility and that is the massive pair of horns on her head.


The horns, curved to the left and right, gave off a menacing aura. Combined with the allure of this glamorous woman, it created an enchanting atmosphere that was unique to her.


“Your Majesty the Demon Lord.”


With a knock, the door opened and a demon with blue skin and bat-like wings entered the chamber.


“Umu. You may let them in.”


The woman known as the demon lord replies in a hushed tone to the blue-skinned demon. Then, as if that were the signal, several human men enter the room in a gaggle from behind him.


When this disorderly procession ends and the last of the twenty or so humans have entered, the woman stares at them. Then, crossing her legs in an enchanting yet magnificent way,


“I am the ruler of Newland, the one they call the ‘Demon Lord”


she introduced herself.


At that moment, everyone in the room trembled. The demon lord’s intimidation is so strong that their instincts are quickly overcome by fear.


The demon lord looked around at all the men.


“Fumu. Let’s start with you. Take it out.”


“Hieee, w-what are you doing?”


The one the demon lord had pointed at was a serious-looking man in his mid-twenties.


“Didn’t they explain this to you? I said take it out.”


“Yes, they explained it to us. But, but…”


“Then hurry up and get on with it! I don’t have much time for this.”


“Y-yes…”


With no choice, the poor man quickly pulls down his trousers and underwear at the demon lord’s intimidating voice.


Then he grabs the now exposed male organ and, after pulling off the foreskin, moves his hand up and down with great effort.


Yes. In short, what he’s doing is masturbating, with the aim of releasing his sperm.


“Hurry up. I’m running out of time.”


The demon lord hurries him along, but before he can ejaculate, his penis shrinks again. He must have cowered in fear when he heard the Demon Lord’s forceful urging.


“Sigh. Looks like I have no choice.”


“Um, what are you… ughhh!?”


While the man was completely stunned, the demon lord rose from the sofa. She then approached the young man and squeezed his male organ directly with her hand.


As her fingertips, the nails of which were adorned with blue nail polish that gave off a mysterious glow, stroked the young man’s cock, it immediately began to harden. It rose and rose, getting harder with each stroke.


The demon lord, still without much emotion, immediately bent down when she saw this phenomenon. Then she placed the delicacy – the man’s half-erect male organ – on her bright red plate – her tongue – like some kind of serving platter.


Her beautiful face, with her mouth wide open and her tongue hanging out, proves that any woman, no matter how beautiful, can turn into a beast of passion.


Together with the saliva on her tongue, she made the man’s bell end tingle, and as if that was the final blow, the male organ finally reached full erection, its shaft throbbing and jerking wildly.


“Fumu. There. You look much better now.”


The demon lord muttered as she used the remaining slick of her saliva as a lubricant to rub the now towering penis, as if to polish it. As for the man, the inhuman speed of the demon lord’s movements almost forced him to ejaculate, but he barely managed to hold it back.


Still, it wasn’t long before his balls began to expand and contract slightly.


The demon lord, seeing these signs, along with the contraction of the muscles at the base of his penis – indicating the prelude to ejaculation – stopped the hand job temporarily. She then took a wine glass to the side of the sofa and aimed the head at the mouth of the glass.


Soon, the same head spurted out a white, viscous fluid, the glans of which bounced around the lips of the glass.


“Fumu.”


After carefully squeezing the man down to the last drop, the demon lord lifted her lips slightly. She watched as the sperm dripped down the inside of the glass, raw and fresh in the candlelight.


“Well then. How does it taste?”


The demon lord expressed her curiosity and turned away. Then she sat down on the sofa and crossed her beautiful legs once more before bringing her delicate nose to the rim of the glass.


“The scent is… so-so, I guess.”


She commented after sniffing a bit. Then, after touching the glass with her protruding lips, she tilted it all at once.


“Mmm, mmh… mmh… fuh.”


The sperm inside flowed into her mouth in a slow trickle.


But then the demon lord scowled beautifully and placed a hand on her chin as if in thought, and seeing that, everyone in the room tensed.


“Rejected.”


She muttered, as if displeased.


And as if that was the signal, the cobblestones began to crack at the feet of the man who had been the master of the semen.


“Uwaaaaaaaaaaa!!”


What followed was the man losing his footing and falling into the darkness below, following the law of universal gravitation.


“So who will be next?”


“……!!”


But to the Demon Lord’s question the humans have no answer, their bodies already stiffened and their hearts cooled at the sight they had just witnessed, in stark contrast to her long eyelashes that fluttered seductively.


“Your Majesty the Demon Lord, may I have a moment of your time?”


But suddenly the door opened again, and this time the whole atmosphere suddenly changed, giving these poor souls a new chance to live another day.


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