WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 

Hebner Grand spent a lifetime as a shadow, a powerless human forced to bow before the whims of the gifted. When the abyss finally offered him a choice—to be a savior or a scourge—he chose to burn the world that broke him. Now, as the absolute Demon Lord, his word is law and his power is unrivaled.


Hannah McKay is a brilliant scientist driven by a single, desperate goal: Project Y- a goal born not only from duty, but from a loss that still haunts her. Her life’s work depends on creating a serum to pacify the aggressive demon hordes, and the final, vital ingredient is the genetic material of the Demon Lord himself. She has successfully harvested from every lower demon tier, but Hebner is a statistical anomaly. Despite the endless parade of succubi and sirens sent to his bed, he remains unmoved. He never releases; his body is a fortress that denies pleasure and refuses to surrender its seed.

Desperate to save what remains of humanity, Hannah infiltrates the dark palace disguised as a lowly human servant. She knows the risks: Hebner harbors a visceral, cold hatred for her kind, viewing humans as the cause of his early misery. 

Her mission is simple but dangerous:
1.  Seduce the most powerful being in existence.
2.  Trigger a physical release that no one else has managed to elicit.
3.  Harvest the sperm sample necessary to complete Project Y.

As Hannah navigates the halls of the demon palace, she finds that Hebner isn't just a monster—he is a man fueled by a deep-seated ache for the respect he was never shown. When she finally catches his eye, the friction between his hatred for humans and his undeniable, carnal curiosity creates a volatile spark. 

Hannah expected a cold extraction. She didn't expect the overwhelming intensity of a king who has held back his desires for an eternity. To get the sperm sample she needs, she must break through his iron self-control, but in doing so, she risks falling for the very demon she intended to neutralize. In a world of shadows and power, their union becomes a battle of wills.

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Ahnn... My Lord..." Hannah gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as a wave of intense, electric pleasure shot up her spine from the simple pressure of his gloved fingers against her hyper-sensitive clitoris. She leaned her weight into his hand, her inner muscles contracting instinctively around his fingers, begging for the deep thrust she had just described.

But Hebner was a master of psychological torment. He didn't thrust. He didn't give her the relief her body was screaming for.

He curled his fingers, deliberately collecting a thick, viscous layer of her hot, aromatic cream onto the dark leather of his glove. With a swift, violent motion, he yanked his hand out from beneath her clothes.

Hebner held his hand up between their faces. The dark leather of his glove glistened under the dim violet lanterns, covered in the clear, glistening fluid of her arousal. He looked at it with an expression of profound, aristocratic disgust.

With a cold, mocking sneer, Hebner reached out and wiped his stained fingers directly across the front of Hannah's own tunic, smearing her own wetness into the fabric over her breast.

"Filth," Hebner spat, his voice dripping with an unadulterated, icy venom that cut through the lingering warmth in her veins. He straightened his robes, his eyes turning dead and unfeeling as he looked down at her shivering, desperate form. "You are nothing but a leaking vessel of basic animal instinct. Enjoy your solitary heat, human. It is the closest you will ever get to the Sovereign."

Later when alone;

But his carnal madness was too strong. Driven by a reckless, unholy curiosity, Hebner lowered his head. He parted his lips and swiped his tongue across the dark leather of his glove, licking the remaining cream off the surface

"Damn her!."

The door of the room burst open with a hollow, echoing slam as Robert sprinted into the dim, torch-lit room. Right behind him, his heart hammering against his ribs in a chaotic rhythm of sheer desperation, strode Shasha.


Stepping across the threshold, Hellino's  eyes immediately scanned the shadows of the room, and the breath was utterly stolen from his lungs.


Chapter 75 - Who the Fuck Did This to You?