John leaned back in the massive gaming chair, the soft leather cradling his new Overlord frame like it had been custom-molded for his six-foot-three body. The triple 8K monitors still glowed with the live feed from Eliersia, showing Elrin Snooven Hound collapsed on silk sheets, ass up and leaking thick ropes of cum like a broken faucet. The image burned into John's brain, blond hair matted with sweat, delicate body trembling, that once-arrogant noble reduced to a whining, gaped mess begging for more.
"Hmm, you know what… that was kinda hot," John muttered, voice low and rough in the new husk throat. His yellow eyes narrowed. The same prick who'd kicked him in the jaw, pissed on him in the kennel, and sold him like cheap meat was secretly a total bottom slut getting railed by his own prisoners. John's cock twitched hard inside the designer pants, thickening against the fabric until the ten-inch length strained visibly. Damn. The sight of Elrin's ruined hole still dripping, combined with those desperate moans, hit some deep gooner button he didn't know he had. His hand drifted down automatically, palming the growing bulge as he kept the feed open. "Didn't know the noble who pissed on me was freaky like that…"
He zoomed the globe closer, heart racing. "You know what… let's watch him." The system obeyed instantly, the triple monitors expanding the scene to fill all three screens in crystal 8K clarity. John kicked his feet up on the desk, tungsten mouse forgotten, and settled in like he was about to binge the best hentai episode of his life.
Elrin caught his breath on the bed, chest heaving, bound wrists still tied behind his back. Cum bubbled out of his stretched hole in slow, obscene globs, running down his trembling thighs and soaking the silk sheets beneath him. His small cock twitched uselessly, spent and soft against his stomach. The prisoner stood over him, thick shaft still glistening, breathing heavy but satisfied. Elrin lifted his head weakly, blond hair plastered to his flushed face, and forced a shaky, arrogant smirk through the aftershocks.
"You… you proved yourself today, prisoner," he panted, voice hoarse from screaming. "Your service to the crown has been… adequate. Your execution is delayed until tomorrow. If—if you can keep up this level of… interrogation tomorrow, I may even consider further mercy. Now untie me and clean your mess. I have duties."
The prisoner chuckled darkly but obeyed, slicing the silk rope with a hidden dagger. Elrin stood on shaky legs, cum still leaking down his thighs, and pulled his breeches up with as much dignity as he could muster. He straightened his tunic, wiped the drool from his chin, and stepped out of the private cell into the outer prison chamber like nothing had happened.
The moment the heavy door opened, screams erupted—high-pitched, adoring, fan-girl screams that filled the stone corridor. Three girls burst forward from the waiting area, all dressed in fine noble gowns that hugged their bodies perfectly. They were Elrin's harem, young, beautiful, and completely delusional about what their lord actually did in these "interrogations."
"Lord Elrin!" the first one squealed, a busty redhead with cascading curls. She threw herself at him, pressing her ample chest against his arm. "You're so brave! We heard the screams from the prisoner again— you must have been extracting vital secrets for the kingdom!"
The second, a petite brunette with sparkling eyes, grabbed his other arm and bounced on her toes. "Yes! Protecting us all from those filthy rebels! You work so hard, my lord! Interrogating them day and night… you're our hero!"
The third, a curvaceous blonde with a playful smile, pressed a kiss to his cheek. "We brought wine and oils for your bath, lord! You deserve to relax after such dangerous work. Those bad guys must be terrified of you!"
Elrin laughed, the sound light and charming, masking the way his legs still trembled and his ass clenched around the fresh load inside him. "Of course, my dears. All for the kingdom. Those rebels sang like birds under my… skillful questioning. Now come, let's retire to my chambers. I need my loyal flowers to help me unwind."
The girls squealed again, linking arms with him and leading him down the hall like star-struck fans escorting a celebrity. They had no idea. They thought he was the noble protector, the brave interrogator breaking enemies for the realm. Not the femboy lord who'd just been bent over and fucked senseless, begging to be bred while leaking cum down his thighs.
In his chambers, the orgy started the second the door closed. The girls stripped him with eager hands, giggling as they pushed him onto the massive bed. The redhead straddled his face, grinding her wet pussy against his mouth while moaning, "Taste your reward, my lord!" The brunette took his small cock in her mouth, sucking eagerly even though it was still soft from the prisoner's pounding. The blonde oiled her hands and massaged his ass, fingers slipping inside the gaped hole without realizing it was already full of another man's load. Elrin moaned into the redhead's folds, hips bucking weakly as they worshipped him. The three girls took turns riding him, kissing each other, fingering one another while praising him nonstop—"You're so strong!" "Our hero!" "We love you, lord!" completely oblivious to the thick cum still dripping from his ruined ass onto the sheets. They rode him in every position, an endless blur of soft bodies, wet sounds, and fake moans of devotion until Elrin finally came again in a weak spurt, collapsing among them in a sweaty, satisfied pile.
John watched the entire thing in 8K glory, cock rock-hard at first from the sheer depravity. But the longer it went on, the more his boner died. Not because of the sex, Elrin getting worshipped was hot in a twisted way. No. He was royally pissed now. Not because Elrin lied to his harem—that was whatever. But because THIS MOTHER FUCKER HAS HOT FAN GIRLS?! Where were HIS fan girls? John could snap his fingers and summon a thousand busty catgirls to scream his name, sure, but what was the point? It wouldn't be real. It wouldn't be earned. These girls genuinely believed Elrin was a hero. They adored him. They threw themselves at him thinking he was protecting the kingdom.
"ARGHHHH!" John slammed a fist on the desk, the tungsten mouse rattling. His designer pants were now flat again, the massive ten-inch cock soft and angry. This left him with a real predicament on how to punish the bastard. The basic "get raped by an orc" thing was cliché as hell—Elrin would probably love that, judging by today's performance. Same for the classic "make his harem turn on him and fuck him with strap-ons" route. He really should've read more non-weird revenge mangas. He had no idea what to do. Straight torture? Too easy. Make him a woman? He'd probably enjoy it. Public humiliation? He already got off on that in secret.
John stared at the globe, yellow eyes burning, blood-scar X tight across his face. "Fine. I'll think of something worse. Something that'll break him without giving him the satisfaction he secretly craves." He cracked his knuckles, the Overlord title pulsing in his status. Revenge wasn't going to be simple. But it was going to be legendary.