CHAPTER 27: CREAM AND CHAOS

Next Day. The Demon Territory. At the Demon King’s Palace.

Eldrick, the Demon King, stepped out of his royal chambers that quiet morning, walking through the twin doors installed at every entrance and exit of the palace to accommodate his broad, towering frame. The palace, built of solid stone and painted a regal white, was accented with black-and-white tiled floors that added to its noble grandeur—fitting for a king of his stature.

"Guards!" his monstrous voice thundered, only to echo back unanswered through the hallway. He frowned. ’Where did they all go? Aren’t they supposed to be at their posts?’

Barefoot, his heavy steps echoed ominously as he made his way downstairs toward the throne room. Yet again, no one was in sight. The room, adorned with regal chairs and a singular golden throne marked with ancient runes and two jutting horns, stood eerily empty.

"What’s going on?" he muttered, unease settling into his features. He called again, louder. "Guards!" Still no reply.

Suddenly, a hand tapped his shoulder—soft, deliberate.

Eldrick turned, his gaze sharp and unwavering. No fear. Only dominance. He turned and scanned the figure: horned, smiling, unflinching.

"Are you one of the palace guards?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at the intruder.

"No," came the cool reply. "But I offer you a duel."

It was Pyraegon, second son of Hadas, standing confidently despite being dwarfed by Eldrick’s size.

Just then, two guards burst in, falling to their knees.

"We heard your call, my King."

Eldrick eyed them with mild annoyance. "Aren’t you both the doorpost guards?"

"Yes, my King."

’Useless... maybe I’ll just dispose them all’, Eldrick thought. "Where are the inner palace guards?"

"They are inside, Your Majesty. They never left."

"Hmph. Take this intruder out. I have no use for him."

"Yes, my King."

The guards approached Pyraegon, taking his arms.

KRAK!

Pyraegon twisted his palms, shattering their arms like dry twigs.

"ARRRGHHH! MY ARM!" the guards screamed, falling to the floor with tears in their eyes as they carried up their withered arm.

Eldrick turned swiftly, realization dawning. ’No ordinary man could’ve entered the palace unnoticed...’

"Who are you? What do you want?" he asked, more cautious now.

"Remember my name. I am Pyraegon, son of Hadas. Do you take my duel seriously now?"

"Doesn’t matter who your father is. You’re still nothing to me."

Pyraegon’s eyes hardened. With a burst of speed, he lunged at Eldrick, fist glowing with compressed power.

"Hadas is the God of Fear. God of the Underworld. Don’t talk of an authority like that."

BOOM.

His punch landed on Eldrick’s chest, sending shockwaves that rocked the entire palace shaking everything out of position. But Eldrick didn’t flinch. His Sky-Ranked ability, Shock Absorber, turned destructive impact into harmless vibrations.

"Tough, hmm?" Pyraegon muttered, pulling back his hand.

"Let’s take this outside before you destroy my palace," Eldrick said, grabbing Pyraegon by the neck and bursting through the ceiling.

He flung him into the sky like a discarded rag. "You better be worth my time."

Pyraegon stabilized midair using his dark aura as a balance finder. ’Yes, the sky is the best stage. More opening, more eyes and that would attract more fear.

He launched forward again, dark energy roaring from his feet. "I am the son of Hadas. A fragment of his glory. I will kill your king and devour your children."

The eyes of demons turned skyward from every corner of the clan’s territory, gazes locked in a mix of shock and awe.

"What’s happening? What does this mean?"

The questions echoed in their minds, whispered behind trembling lips as hands pressed to chests and palms covered gasping mouths.

All activity across the demon lands came to a halt—As if the entire territory had entered a moment of divine pause,

Caught in a stage of faith...

Faith in something they did not yet understand.

BOOM. Another punch much more explosive but Eldrick remained unmoved.

"Let me know when you’re done tickling me with mosquito bites," Eldrick taunted.

Pyraegon attacked from every angle, a blur of rage and speed, but Eldrick didn’t budge.

Breath ragged, Pyraegon backed off, frustrated. ’If things continue like this they’ll think I’m bluffing.’ He thought of his father’s command and that was all he lived to carry on. ’If I must die to fulfill Hadas’ will, then so be it.’

"I’m just getting started," he smirked—

Just before his own claws plunged into his chest,

Tearing out his heart like a tool retrieved from an old cupboard.

"Argh..." he growled under his breath, collapsing as gravity dragged him down.

His eyes, unblinking, locked onto Eldrick’s stunned face.

"That... that has to mean something more," Eldrick muttered, voice trembling for the first time.

"He can’t just kill himself..."

It wasn’t Pyraegon’s strength that brought fear to Eldrick’s heart—

But the horrifying calm...

The desperation behind such a move.

BOOM.

Pyraegon didn’t fall to the dust.

A newfound power erupted from within him—twice as strong as before.

His eyes fluttered open like a curse reborn,

And his body surged upward,

Ascending like a god rising through the realms.

His heart had returned—not from flesh, but from the curse Hadas had carved into his soul.

The black aura engulfing him was brutal and chaotic,

Dancing around him like black burning embers of authority.

His fist clenched, drawing in even more of the dark energy,

Charging it into a devastating punch as he took a fresh stance mid-air.

"Now," he whispered, voice low and final.

"We begin."

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Elsewhere, at the Elven Palace.

Elara’s room smelled like sin—thick with sweat and sex, the noon sun heating every drop of it. The whole bed was covered in cream pie, and so were their bodies.

Natasha, Elara, and Lilitu all lay on the bed, breathing heavily, their asses still twitching and dripping with thick white cum.

"I can’t believe he won... One dick versus three asses—and his cock is still upright," Natasha smirked, her chest rising like she’d just run from the devil.

"Damn..." Lilitu groaned, glancing to the side where Allen lay at the center of the bed. "It’s so long and wide... I swear it shifted the position of my womb."

"Yours is better..." Elara mumbled from the other side, her hand working over her thigh as she licked the last drops of Allen’s cream from her fingers. "My ass has been stretched open for good. Wide like the maw of a hippo."

"Damn... I just wish I had a dimension-opening ability. I’d have taken Allen away and ridden him all by myself," Natasha said, gazing at the ceiling, lost in a blissful daydream.

"Heyyy, don’t cross lines you can’t handle," Elara barked.

"That cock and its white cum are all mine," Lilitu cut in sharply, sitting up, her fangs flashing with feral jealousy.

Allen lay motionless, eyes fixed on his system panel. No heavy breaths like the women beside him—just stillness. His cock stood proud—four inches wide, eight inches long—hours ago, while the three girls finally came to terms, agreeing to take turns bouncing on the life-changing shaft that had left them shattered.

His system had asked him repeatedly:

[Do you want to create a link?]

[Y/N]

But his answer was always no. There was no need to copy abilities he already had access to by just giving a command—but even without new abilities, sex still triggered evolution. It still counted.

The green panel floated above him, displaying the upgrades he’d received.

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[New Features Synchronized]

– Physique +150

– Mental +50

– Combat +100

– Charm +150

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Allen’s thoughts drifted across everything that had happened since he arrived in this world. "Look at what I’ve become," he whispered silently to himself. ’Living on a system that saves me... and still puts me at risk. Mom... Natasha... one day, I’ll see you again. But for now, I’ve accepted this world as my home.’

He looked around and smiled faintly at the three girls beside him, each one nursing their worn-out asses like they’d just received a divine punishment while still arguing amongst each other.

’I’m building a family here. One worth protecting—with every drop of strength I have.’

He whispered, "Stats."

The system responded, shifting its display as the voice echoed in his mind.

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[Stats]

— Name: Allen

— Race: High Human

— Physique: 1341

— Combat: 250.5

— Mental: 145.5

— Charm: 361

— System Abilities: Lust Copy (SS-Ranked), Black Tongue (S-Ranked)

— Gene Abilities: Blind Predator+ (SS-Ranked), Lightning Bolt (SS-Ranked)

— Sexual Encounters: 8

— Linked Partners: Natasha, Elara, Kia, Lilitu, Amaterasu

— System Status: Stable

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’High Human... but Zarynth was Lower God,’ he thought, rubbing his temples like a man shouldering the weight of a thousand lifetimes. "System, is there an explanation to race rankings?"

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[Human Race Description]

– Human: Below 1000 points in all categories: Physique, mental, Combat and Charm.

– High Human: At or slightly above 1000 in some categories.

– Superhuman: 1500+ in all categories.

– Deity: 2000+ in all categories.

– Lower God: 2500+ in all categories.

– God: 4000+ with other requirements.

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"Haaa..." Allen sighed as he read the stats like they were some cosmic joke. I’m not even a proper High Human yet, and I want to fight a god like Hadas?

’Funny. Honestly, funny.’

Creeeak...

The door opened, cutting through the air and slicing away their post-sex bliss. All eyes turned.

Amaterasu stood in the doorway. Her hands were nervously clutched in front of her hairy pussy, eyes locked on the ground in shame, nipples pointing out stiff like twin rulers. Her pale, anxious face looked like a statue about to shatter.

"Elder Allen... I’m sorry. I know I’m the last person you want to see right now, but... the king has sent me to you."

"What’s she talking about?" Natasha asked, frowning in confusion.

"Wait... is the king back from the surgery?" Elara asked, instantly serious.

"Natasha, we just had a little fight," Allen said. "Maybe that’s why she’s nervous."

"You fought Amaterasu?" Natasha gasped. "Why?!"

’She wanted strong a man’s-cock, I guess,’ Allen smirked inwardly.

"Just a childish spar. We’ve moved past it," he replied calmly. Then he turned to Amaterasu. "What’s the king’s message?"

Amaterasu’s eyes widened. ’He forgave me... even before I asked. I thought he’d kill me...’

She returned to seriousness and spoke with urgency. "He pleads that you assist King Eldrick—the Demon King. He’s currently battling someone who claims to be a child of Hadas. The king asked me to lead you there. His surgery’s still ongoing—he can’t leave."

"Hadas has children?" Lilitu burst out, sitting up in shock.

"But Lord Allen just recovered," Natasha murmured, clutching his hand.

"He’s quick to act," Allen muttered, deep in thought.

"He probably wants to regain his full strength quickly," Lilitu nodded.

But Natasha clung tighter. "You’re not going... right?"

Allen stood from the bed, his cock now relaxed. He placed his hands on his hips.

’High Human versus child of a god... If I want to take down Hadas, I have to start with his children.’

"I’m going, Natasha. But not alone. You and Elara are coming with me."

"I can at least agree with that," Elara said with a satisfied purr.

"You two better keep him safe," Lilitu smirked, falling back to the bed.

"We’ll be fine, Lilitu," Allen grinned.

"Anything contrary to that—by sundown—I’ll be there," she warned.

Natasha and Elara stood, determination lighting their eyes. Natasha reshaped her curvy figure into a sleeker form for battle. With a final smirk, she declared:

"Let’s go."