"La, la, la...la, la la" I hum cheerfully to myself as I head down into the castle's underground. A few maids who see me bow.
"Goddess of the Apocalypse, do you desire anything?" They ask politely. I'm not the Demon King anymore, and I have to say—it's good for my ego to hear my goddess title. I thought it wouldn't be, but I actually enjoy this divine worship.
"No, just tell my wives I'll be late for dinner." I activate a secret passage. From here on, the walls and floor are made of flesh—pieces of Shogo.
Shogo isn't here, but that angelic bitch is. The futanari "heroine" whose fluids are constantly extracted. I hum, listening to my voice echo through the empty corridors until I reach the place.
I see that whore chained to the wall. The moment she sees me, her eyes fill with dread.
"Hello, Ren. Miss me? A little crow told me you tried to escape while I was gone. More than once. How bold." I smile maliciously at Ren. I don't feel that insane thirst for revenge anymore.
