The Hero Climaxes in Defeat Again Today

 

Alone now, Serena’s expression vanished in an instant.

 

“This body’s owner is more tenacious than expected.”

 

The voice that emerged from Serena’s mouth was unmistakably hers.

 

Yet the tone was completely different.

 

Cold, dry, utterly devoid of life.

 

The attempt to seize control of the body had not gone smoothly. The resistance was unexpectedly strong.

 

Even so, at this moment, the dominant will in this flesh belonged to the parasite.

 

‘…No… my body… give it back…’

 

Serena’s consciousness writhed weakly from deep within.

 

“Be quiet.”

 

The parasite stood before the mirror. One by one, it unfastened the buckles of the armor, acting as indifferently as though undressing someone else.

 

“Hmph… quite to my liking.”

 

 

The parasite groped the breasts, then the thighs.

 

‘Stop… please…!’

 

Serena’s consciousness screamed, but it reached nothing.

 

“Stop resisting and become one with me quickly.”

 

The parasite slowly began to masturbate.

 

—Squelch, squelch…

 

“Ahn…♡ Master’s fresh cum♡”

 

Inside the pussy was still filled with Master’s semen.

 

***

 

In the deepest depths of consciousness.

 

‘…No… I can’t… betray Her Highness…’

 

Serena desperately resisted. But the parasite’s invasion was relentlessly persistent.

 

Her consciousness was gradually pushed back, sinking into darkness.

 

‘…Someone… help me…’

 

The scream left no echo.

 

In the darkness, Serena fought alone.

 

***

 

The princess’s party was still maintaining a deliberate distance from us as they traveled. Perhaps because of the lewd moans echoing through the night, they avoided crossing paths with us entirely and marched farther and farther away.

 

‘They must be dying of discomfort every night.’

 

I lounged back in the carriage, receiving service from the dark elves.

 

One with pale purple skin—an elf—and another with brown skin—an elf.

 

 

The silver-haired Eria took my cock deep into her throat, pushing it all the way down before slowly pulling back and releasing it with her lips.

 

She fiddled with her earring once and nodded.

 

“Master, the scouts have made contact. They’ve spotted the hero party during their movement. What should I tell them?”

 

Scouts.

 

An internal term used only among us to refer to the dark elves whose skin tones were closest to deep brown.

 

Dark elves varied in skin tone by clan: gray, purple, brown.

 

Most of the dark elves currently in the Bunny Bunny Knight Order were purple-toned, though a few gray and brown variants were mixed in.

 

“Mm… for now, tell them to shadow only. No contact with the hero party until I give the order.”

 

“Yes~”

 

Eria fiddled with her earring again, seemingly transmitting the message.

 

“Chuu, slurp…”

 

The brown-skinned dark elf, Kalia, was diligently licking my balls, softly caressing them with the tip of her tongue.

 

“Kalia, suck my cock.”

 

“Yes♡ Master♡”

 

Kalia rose and naturally switched places with Eria. She took my cock deep into her mouth, eyes closed, slowly moving her head.

 

Eria shifted to the side, stroking my thigh before enveloping my balls with her mouth again. The two dark elves worked in perfect sync, lavishing my body with attention. I leaned deeply into the seat.

 

At that moment, the sound of hooves came from beyond the carriage window.

 

Marienne approached on horseback.

 

“Master, we’ll arrive soon.”

 

“Understood.”

 

The capital of the Holy Kingdom of Rienos.

 

And in three days, the site where royalty, nobility, and church representatives from across the continent would gather for the grand alliance conference.

 

I quietly closed my eyes and called to Biyeon in my mind.

 

‘Biyeon.’

 

Soon, a clear voice echoed in my head.

 

‘Yeah, what’s up?’

 

‘How’s the situation on your end?’

 

‘We’ve been moving undetected so far. The plan still starts in three days as scheduled, right?’

 

‘Don’t move until I give the signal. I’ll send a few of the kids right before it begins, so stay well hidden until then.’

 

‘Got it.’

 

Biyeon seemed busy too; the conversation ended quickly.

 

I turned my gaze back out the window.

 

‘The ultimate goal is to abduct Elvariel’s incarnation amid the chaos.’

 

Right now, Biyeon was leading the Demon King’s castle forces in an advance toward the Holy Kingdom’s capital. Countless demonic beasts, demons, and all my daughters were gathered there.

 

***

 

Ivril looked at the distant Bastian ducal castle, then turned back.

 

 

“Security level inside the castle?”

 

Dark elves who had been hiding in the shadows emerged one by one. All wore black leather armor, faces covered with black cloth from the lips downward. Only their gleaming red eyes betrayed their presence in the darkness.

 

Ellie, a dark elf kneeling to Ivril’s right, reported cautiously.

 

“Sentries on the walls change every hour. The northern sector has the widest patrol gaps.”

 

“Troop numbers?”

 

“Estimated resident forces inside the castle are around nine hundred. However…”

 

Ellie paused briefly. When Ivril shot her a sharp glance, she quickly continued.

 

“There are resident mages inside the castle. At least five. One of them appears to be sixth circle or higher.”

 

“Sixth circle, huh…”

 

Ivril rested her chin on her hand, sinking into thought. A sixth-circle mage wasn’t a major threat, but it would be annoying.

 

‘Master ordered quiet contact with Duke Bastian and the prince.’

 

The brainwashed prince had to be delivered safely to the duke. And absolutely no commotion could occur during the process.

 

“There’s a sixth-circle mage, but… proceed with the plan as scheduled. We move the moment the package arrives. Everyone, put on your masks.”

 

“Understood.”

 

The dark elves began donning their masks in unison.

 

And not long after.

 

A black portal opened deep in the forest. From within, two demons dragged a man out.

 

It was the third prince, Maurice Berseran.

 

But right now, he looked less like a prince and more like a rag. Torn clothing, bloodied face, and above all… vacant, unfocused eyes.

 

He was under mind-control magic.

 

“Lady Ivril.”

 

One of the demons knelt and set Maurice down.

 

“This is the item Master ordered delivered.”

 

“Good work.”

 

Ivril looked down at Maurice. His eyes stared blankly into empty space, unfocused.

 

“Maurice Berseran.”

 

“…Yes.”

 

A mechanical reply came.

 

“You were attacked by demons and barely escaped. You’ve come to Duke Bastian to seek help. Understood?”

 

“…Yes.”

 

Ivril nodded in satisfaction and took out a small crystal orb from her bosom. It was the communication magical tool Master had given her.

 

Infusing mana, the orb glowed faintly.

 

—Master, the package has been received safely.

 

—Condition?

 

—Perfect. The brainwashing is extremely stable.

 

—Good. Proceed as planned.

 

—Of course.

 

The connection cut off.

 

Ivril tucked the orb away and turned to the dark elves.

 

“Begin the operation.”

 

“Yes.”

 

***

 

Ivril and the Shadow Knights silently infiltrated the castle.

 

Only three minutes had passed since entering through the sewers.

 

The Shadow Knights were true shadows. No sound, no trace, not even a hint of presence.

 

They moved with extreme caution all the way to Bastian’s bedroom door.

 

At the end of the corridor, two guards were dozing. With a snap of Ivril’s fingers, a dark elf approached and struck their necks.

 

—Thud.

 

Both guards collapsed simultaneously. Only unconscious.

 

Ivril gave a look to her subordinate.

 

Ellie, the gray-skinned dark elf tasked with disabling the sixth-circle mage’s spells, stepped forward.

 

Ellie neutralized the magic and held up her fingers.

 

Ivril nodded and opened the door.

 

—Screee.

 

The well-oiled door moved without a sound. Inside the bedroom, only the quiet breathing of deep sleep filled the dark night. On the bed, Duke Bastian slept soundly.

 

Ivril signaled the prince from the shadows. It was his turn now.

 

The dark elves quickly unbound the prince.

 

The brainwashed Prince Maurice quietly approached Bastian’s side. In a low but clear voice, he called out.

 

“Duke Bastian…”

 

The duke frowned and shifted in his sleep.

 

“Mmm…”

 

Once more, the prince spoke a little louder.

 

“Wake up.”

 

The duke’s eyes snapped open. In the darkness, he saw a familiar face. At first thinking it an intruder, he opened his mouth to shout—then recognized the prince and froze in shock.

 

“Y-Your Highness Maurice?!”

 

Maurice looked down at him expressionlessly and spoke.

 

“It’s been a while, Duke Bastian.”

 

Bastian shot upright in bed. His gaze swept over the prince’s wretched state.

 

“Your Highness… what in the world…”

 

Bastian’s eyes darted around. He saw the black shadows standing in the darkness.

 

“And who are they?!”

 

At Bastian’s wary tone, Maurice slowly shook his head.

 

“Don’t worry. These are the benefactors who saved me.”

 

“Benefactors…?”

 

“The ones who rescued me from the demonic attack.”

 

Maurice took a breath, as though recalling painful memories, and continued slowly.

 

“When the capital was attacked… I barely escaped with my life. But the demons pursued me relentlessly. I hid… and ran for my life.”

 

His voice trembled.

 

“If not for them, I would have died long ago.”

 

Bastian looked again at the prince’s haggard face. Bloodstained clothes, sunken eyes. Countless hardships were written plainly across him.

 

“Your Highness… all this time…”

 

“We’ll talk about that later. There’s no time now.”

 

Maurice seized Bastian’s hand tightly.

 

“Duke, lend me your strength.”

 

“Your Highness, what exactly—”

 

“Karisa is a traitor. She’s hiding the truth about Father.”

 

Bastian’s eyes widened dramatically.

 

“What… what do you mean? Hiding what?”

 

“You didn’t know either… Father colluded with demons. In his final moments, I witnessed him transforming into one myself. Yet Karisa has concealed that fact completely.”

 

“That can’t be…”

 

“Either she was in league with demons, or she’s plotting something even greater.”

 

Maurice’s gaze turned ice-cold.

 

“Karisa cannot be trusted. You are the only one who can save the Empire.”

 

“Your Highness…”

 

Bastian’s heart surged violently.

 

“Make me emperor. And rebuild the fallen Empire properly.”

 

At Maurice’s resolute tone, Bastian swallowed hard.

 

“But Your Highness… Princess Karisa holds military authority.”

 

“Use me however you like! Then all the military power Karisa controls will fall to our side!”

 

Bastian was slightly taken aback by the prince’s demeanor—once so foolish and reckless.

 

‘This brat wasn’t like this before… did near-death finally knock some sense into him?’

 

Unaware of Bastian’s thoughts, Maurice glanced briefly at the surrounding dark elves.

 

“Thanks to their help, I made it here. But I’m still not safe. Karisa’s eyes and ears are everywhere…”

 

“Then…”

 

“Duke, hide me first. And secretly gather the nobles you can trust.”

 

Maurice stared straight into Bastian’s eyes.

 

“The conference in the Holy Kingdom is the perfect opportunity. With Karisa away, if we don’t act now, we may never get another chance.”

 

Bastian felt that now was indeed the moment. Even if the prince had matured somewhat, he still believed the boy remained foolish at heart.

 

“Your Highness… understood.”

 

He rose from the bed and knelt.

 

“Bastian Bartello swears loyalty to His Highness Maurice Berseran, third prince.”

 

Maurice placed a hand on his shoulder.

 

“Thank you, Duke.”

 

The two men’s eyes met.

 

“Together, we will surely reclaim the Empire.”

 

Bastian’s pupils burned with ambition.

 

“Yes, Your Highness!”