Profession, Merchant Volume 12 Chapter 5 (Patreon)

Chapter 5 – The Four Devas of Newland V

After she arrived at her own mansion, Fallen Angel Proditus immediately went to her room and faced the mirror.


Rather, her room is made up of mirrors on all sides, so returning to her room can only mean one thing – heading toward the mirror to look at her figure.


Although she was a fallen angel, she liked her fallen form. To the point that she is an extreme narcissist of it. Thick black wings, black irises in her eyes, wheat-colored skin with streaks of sweat that accentuate her muscular physical beauty…


She even wears a garment that resembles a corset worn by countesses of the human lands, the kind that holds their figure in place and makes them presentable in formal gatherings. Except that her figure doesn’t need to be fixed, because it’s more than sexy enough to need it, so it wasn’t a corset but technically a “bodysuit” that hugged her figure tightly and was made of complex elastic material. Its color was beige.


And on her chest were two enormous breasts, enough to captivate men every time she swayed.


But the most important thing was underneath.


On the fabric between her legs, where the frilled underwear fluttered gently, the silhouette of a cock that should only be in a man’s crotch was clearly visible.


Not only that, but it was fully erect.


When Proditus was an angel, she established her ego and developed an intense awareness that she was different from other angels. The reason she found that she was different was because of her ‘desire.’ Her desire to corrupt others. And sadly, this desire was innate on a level that she could not ignore, even if she wanted to.


Then, one day, she learned a unique magic. It was the magic to make a woman grow a cock. It was then that her desire began to grow worse.


Unable to ignore her desires for long, Proditus grew cocks between the legs of innocent and pure female angels. At first, they thought it was a prank, but when the girls realized the cock growing in their crotches was for real, they were uniformly shocked and helpless. Then they desperately tried to hide the hideous things between their legs, hoping that somehow the others would not find out.


However, when things couldn’t get any worse, they get worse.


There, Proditus started teaching the female angels how to masturbate. And when they learned about it, even though it was only a little instruction, suddenly, everyone was doing it. Even the most innocent and beautiful angel was not excepted to this. The pleasure of a man’s ejaculation on a woman’s body was just too much.


They became nothing more than a creature who wants to ejaculate again and again: the type who lets their drool drip lazily from lips that should have been tied with dignity, who rubs their cocks constantly while standing bow-legged until they squirt them out without caring about their surroundings, and who plugs their cocks against any hole they can find to get greater pleasure.


As a result, upon tasting the forbidden fruit, one by one, the angels fell. And Proditus made many angels fall on this alone.


Then came a certain day. An archangel caught her in the act.


Proditus fought for her life to cast a spell on the crotch of the archangel who was attacking her, but she was defeated just in time. As if as karma for her misdeeds, she also grew a penis in her crotch and then fell from heaven, just like her victims.


At the time of this fall,


Proditus discovered the joys of her own depravity.


Corrupt others, and you corrupt yourself.


Someone has said that man cannot fall from grace forever, but is this true?


After becoming a fallen angel, Proditus continued to seek further depravity as if it were her natural instinct. And at this point, she no longer knows who she is corrupting. Is she corrupting someone else, or is she corrupting herself, and that someone else is a byproduct of it? She doesn’t know, but she can no longer stop.


“Ufufufu… that female warrior’s crotch… ahh, I can’t hold it back any longer….”


In front of her own image in the mirror, the fallen angel muttered this depressingly.


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The Demon Beast King Kriou did not return to his mansion in the castle town.


This is because he started gathering troops in the suburbs at the end of the meeting.


The suburbs of Newland.


He watched with satisfaction as a thousand demonic beasts formed a line, with the lights of the city center glittering in the distance. Kriou is probably the only one of the Four Devas who can gather so many demonic beasts in one instant. He is said to be the weakest of the Four Devas, but in reality, he is no slouch when it comes to combat power, and his contribution to Newland in controlling the demonic beasts means that he is not to be taken lightly.


However, you can’t help but understand why they treat him that way and so on if you look at the way they behave. After all, compared to Gahotho and others who belong to the Oni Tribe, the Fallen Angel Tribe, and the Dragon Tribe, respectively, those who belong to the Demonic Beast Tribe give the impression of being the smallest. And I meant smallest in the literal sense. Hence, the treatment as if they are being belittled generally.


Of course, Kriou was unaffected at first. But after being constantly exposed to this mockery and reckless behavior, combined with the fact that the three of them always made fun of the Demon Beast King’s opinions at every meeting, Kriou came to interpret it as them belittling him in a literal sense, and this, unfortunately, made him develop the tendency to resort to violence at a moment’s notice if his first option doesn’t work out. He can still control these urges, but by now, it is too late, as he has already developed the mentality that he could gain respect by simply showing off his power to everyone.


He’s like a Chihuahua who’s been harassed repeatedly just for being cute, so he ends up resorting to biting people because no matter how he barks, it’s not effective because he has no intimidation factor. That is what Demon Beast King Kriou is.


“You all!! It is good that you have heeded my call!!”


Kriou lit a fire. Sparks shot up into his thick fur. The beastfolk lit their fires as well. A thousand flames glinted off the fur of the armed orcs and yetis and the armor of the undead.


“Today, we will destroy this city. This human merchant will have a great advantage over us if we allow such a city to continue to exist.”


“Ooooh!” “That’s right!” such voices could be heard.


“And this is the perfect opportunity for us to show the world the power of the Demon Beast Tribe. Let’s show them that we are stronger than the Oni, the Fallen Angel Tribe, and the Dragon Tribe!”


With the flickering of the flames, the morale of the soldiers rose rapidly.


After a pause, Kriou shouted in an even louder voice:


“Come! To battle, my comrades!”


GOOOOOOOOOOO!!…


The low war cries of the monsters roared like earthquakes.


Fire too early to be the bonfire lit by the guards. Under the purple light of the evening, this fire, lit by the Demon Beast King Kriou and his soldiers, began its march to burn the merchant’s city to the ground.


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