BFT | Chapter 10

Madness

Huh? Where was this?

This was that room! He had returned to a beautiful paradise!

He had turned into a beautiful devil too!

Ah, there were the angels...! Hundreds of them again...!

Uuung, ahh, ah, ah, aah!

Good, ah, so good! Your cock feels so good!

Rape me more! Fuck me harder! Suck me more! Cum all over me!

Get me pregnant!

Aah, uunng, huah, aahh, ah, ahh!

It still wasn't enough!

He wanted to stay here forever!

He didn't want to wake up from the dream!

Arthur was swept up in madness. Even as he was turned over and over again by hundreds of men, his desire was never satisfied. The violence the men inflicted on him felt as sweet as honey. It was painful to think that this overwhelming pleasure was actually a dream.

It felt as if he had been gang raped for at least ten hours, but it still wasn't enough. He wanted the angels to rape him for days, no, until the day he died. He wanted to be loved forever not in the body of a human man, but in the form of an absolutely beautiful, mesmerizing devil.

He went to an indescribable, ecstatic climax again and again and again, hundreds of times. At some point, even through his fogged-up mind, Arthur sensed something was wrong. The angels who had been raping him were scrambling to their feet and hurrying out of the room.

Where are you going?

Ah, don't go! Don't go!

I'm not satisfied yet!

So intense had the gang rape been that the paradise grew silent in an instant, like a dream. The angels who had loved Arthur so fervently were all gone, leaving only silent darkness behind. Arthur stared blankly into the darkness beyond the iron bars.

Was the dream over? Did I have to go back to being Arthur?

No, no...!

Just as Arthur was about to break down and cry from hurt, heavy footsteps sounded from deep within the darkness. A cold, eerie feeling seized him, and he lifted his head. Before long, a man emerged through the dark.

At a glance, the man's body seemed so formidable it felt like the incarnation of Ares. The only person Arthur had ever seen with a comparable build was the executioner he sometimes saw at royal executions. Even that man, known as the country's top executioner, had an overwhelming physique, and yet there was another man in the world who matched it....

Unlike the angels, the man was clothed. The moment Arthur saw the deep slope cutting across the center of his pectorals through the V-neck of his loosely worn top, the inside of Arthur's thighs cramped painfully. He had a body completely unlike the young knights who, fully armored with helmets, swung spears around. The man's forearms were so thick they looked as if they could snap Arthur's waist in two with one blow. A sharp chill seemed to linger on the face faintly visible in the darkness.

Arthur immediately realized the man was the leader of the angels. Saliva gathered in his mouth on its own, and the inside of him grew wet and slick. He wanted to be violently raped right then by that powerfully built man. He wanted to rub his chest all over those thick pectorals and cry.

Huh?

A moment later, Arthur gasped in shock. His consciousness rapidly blurred, followed by the sensation of his whole body sinking into the deep blue darkness. A dreadful fear crashed over him. At last, the dream was ending. The Prince Arthur of the real world was waking up.

No, Arthur!

Please don't ever wake up from the dream!

This is my real body! This devil's body belongs to me!

I don't want to go back! I'd rather die!