“Huh, ugh… Ahh, sob…”

The woman lay face down on the bed with her hips raised high, helplessly crying as she received Barmas’s member.

After endless climaxes and ejaculations, she no longer had the strength to writhe her body. All she could do was cry as she felt his manhood stretching her inner walls.

Her b*ttocks were already red from his slaps, which came whenever her inner walls relaxed their grip on his member.

Barmas kneaded her spanked b*ttocks firmly in his hands as he reached yet another climax, losing count of how many times he had finished.

“Mmph, uhhh…”

The woman trembled as she received Barmas’s seed. When he pulled out from her widely stretched opening, excess fluid that couldn’t be contained inside trickled down her thighs. It was an intensely erotic sight.

However, Barmas couldn’t hide his puzzlement at the woman’s response.

Unlike at first when she feared feeling too much pleasure, she now dutifully accepted the pleasure while crying. She didn’t recoil from his lewd talk, nor did she twist her body to escape his stimulation.

She was completely immersed in ecstasy, barely able to keep her hips raised high, let alone move her waist.

This was certainly what Barmas had wanted, yet strangely, the woman never begged for more.

And that was extremely unusual.

“If I’ve kindly fed you my seed deep inside your belly, you should properly receive it. Don’t you think? Hmm?”

“Ahh! Hng! Ah, ugh, it hurts…”

When Barmas suddenly struck her b*ttocks with his palm while scolding her, the woman squirmed her lower body with a cry of pleasure. Her inner walls tightened, causing the cloudy mixture of her fluids and his seed to leak out.

Her exposed lower body clearly craved stimulation beyond pain, yet her voice remained quiet. She only breathed heavily, her sweat-soaked blonde hair disheveled across the pillowcase.

‘This is maddening.’

Barmas gripped his softened member, stroking it back to hardness, then positioned it at her entrance while frowning.

Thanks to their extended lovemaking, she was already completely lost in pleasure, thoroughly wet. So wet that she could take him without any f*replay.

‘But why is her soul still intact?’

Barmas spread her inner walls that had already been well-trained to his size and began moving his hips again.

Each time his member entered and exited her opening, lewd squelching sounds accompanied her weak moans.

Her blue eyes, drenched in tears, intensely stimulated his appetite, and her broken voice uttering strained moans provoked his sadism.

Yet still, though she moaned, she never begged him to thrust more roughly in a pleasure-crazed state, and far from her soul separating from her body, it shone even more beautifully.

‘I’ve devoured many humans over a long time, but this is the first time I’ve encountered someone like her.’

Half in admiration and half in irritation, Barmas wrapped his hand around her neck and lifted her head slightly. The woman’s moans and breathing became clearer as her face was no longer buried in the pillowcase.

“Haa, hng, ugh, ahh, mmm.”

“You’re so lost in moaning that you don’t even realize you’re short of breath. I think I’ve given you pleasure on a completely different level than what you experienced in your dreams. Is it still not enough?”

“Huu, haah, mmm…”

The woman neither shook nor nodded her head. She merely moaned with dreamy, unfocused eyes in rhythm with his thrusts.

Barmas disliked her response.

He had given her pleasure that would have driven any ordinary human beyond sanity. Indeed, the woman had completely lost her mind to pleasure.

Yet somehow, she still didn’t beg for more of his seed or even for him to thrust harder, which went from curious to infuriating.

Barmas continued his rough movements while slapping her b*ttocks. He decided to try intimidation with a touch of coaxing. Perhaps she would repeat after him if he fed her appropriately obscene words.

“Say that you feel like going crazy with joy every time you receive my seed.”

“Sob, mmph, ah…!”

“Even now, every time I thrust into you like this, you’re so happy you don’t know what to do with yourself. So stop being difficult and beg me for more. Then I’ll make you feel as much as you want.”

“Ah, sob, it… hurts… It hurts…”

But the answer Barmas wanted didn’t come from the woman’s lips. She only complained about the pain from being spanked.

“Fine. Keep your pathetic pride if you want. I’ll keep pounding you until you break and finally abandon that worthless pride.”

Growing impatient when Romei wouldn’t comply with his wishes, Barmas spoke in an irritable voice. Then he pressed his body against her back, almost embracing her, and thrust mercilessly.

The woman let out animalistic moans at the sudden intense pleasure rising from below. She flailed her arms, which had lost their function for quite some time, trying to push Barmas away, but it was futile.

“Hngk! Sob, ugh, haah, uhhh… Mmm…”

Shortly after being violated by Barmas, the woman’s head tilted slightly forward. Her posture collapsed limply as if all strength had left her body.

“…What’s this?”

For a moment, Barmas felt uncharacteristically confused. This wasn’t the right timing for her to collapse.

He hadn’t yet consumed her soul, and the connection between her soul and body was still intact. There was no reason for her to faint.

Barmas stopped what he was doing and released the hand supporting her neck. Her head dropped onto the pillow with a thud.

‘Did she actually die? But I couldn’t possibly miss the moment a human dies.’

Though thinking this, Barmas withdrew from her. Then he turned the prone woman over and laid her on her back.

The woman didn’t move at all, her eyes closed. Her golden eyelashes were stuck together, soaked with tears, and her slightly parted lips remained motionless.

Barmas roughly twisted her swollen n*pples just in case, but no moans escaped from between her lips.

‘Did she really die? So suddenly? But her soul is still attached to her body…’

While Barmas was confused, a strange sound came from somewhere.

Grumble…

Gurgle…

“What on earth is that undignified sound?”

Barmas frowned at the strange sound, like someone rolling their tongue in waves in the narrow, empty space. And the sound continued, seemingly about to stop but then continuing.

After listening carefully several times, Barmas discovered that the sound was coming from the woman’s stomach.

Which meant…

“She collapsed from hunger?”

Come to think of it, he hadn’t fed her anything since bringing her to the demon realm. In fact, the thought of feeding her hadn’t even crossed his mind.

He was a devil who consumed spiritual energy and devoured souls to increase his power. Humans were merely his prey; taking care of his prey’s meals wasn’t his concern.

‘I was trying to make her die from excessive pleasure, but I almost killed her by starvation.’

Barmas looked at the woman who had collapsed from hunger and thought this before breaking into a hollow laugh.

He was dumbfounded that she had fainted from hunger, of all things, during s*x. Even more astonishing was how he had panicked without realizing the cause.

Now that he understood the situation, he found it strange that he had been so perplexed by the collapse of an insignificant human who couldn’t use holy swords or holy power.

However, Barmas didn’t dwell on this. Instead, he became interested in the woman.

‘Considering how she dared to talk back to me and how she merely collapsed from hunger after being violated this much, she’s certainly not an ordinary human.’

Perhaps the woman he had brought had a special soul unlike any of the humans he had devoured before. That would explain why she enjoyed pleasure but never surrendered to it completely.

‘It wouldn’t be bad to completely shatter such a soul with pleasure before devouring it.’

Thinking he had acquired an interesting toy that subtly challenged his competitive spirit, Barmas snapped his fingers to summon his familiar. Rajie, who had transported the woman here, appeared and respectfully bowed his head.

Barmas gave him an order.

“Bring something edible for the human.”

“…Which would you prefer, an aphrodisiac or poison?”

Barmas gave Rajie a cold glare for misunderstanding his words. Instantly pale-faced, Rajie hurriedly prostrated himself and begged for forgiveness.

“I apologize, Lord Barmas. I naturally assumed you needed a potion… I made a mistake. Please forgive me.”

Barmas was merciless and didn’t forgive mistakes. Just as he didn’t blink an eye at killing people, he was indifferent to killing familiars.

Barmas considered taking him to the torture chamber for re-education but decided against it. He realized there was some logic to Rajie’s assumption.

Bringing a human to the demon realm was already unusual. Rajie couldn’t have anticipated that he would order food for a human.

With a rare show of patience and generosity that he might display once every hundred years, Barmas told Rajie:

“I’ll let it slide this time. But I won’t be so lenient next time.”

“Thank you, Lord Barmas.”

“I’m thinking of keeping this woman here. She collapsed because she hasn’t eaten anything, so go out and find something edible.”

“…Yes, understood. I’ll bring it right away.”

Though puzzled why he didn’t simply kill the woman and take her soul immediately, Rajie obeyed his order and left the mansion to find food.