100x Rebate Sharing System: Retired Incubus Wants to Marry & Have Kids

Chapter 644: Chapter 643 - The Punishment of Demon General

Nora’s blood ran cold.

”How are you able to do that?” she whispered. She was strong. She was one of the five heavenly demons. Her killing intent radius was ten meters — anyone within that range, anyone weaker than her, was dead. It was her absolute domain. Her killing field.

But he was on his knees. Under her hierarchy. How could a kneeling demon project killing intent?

”Wait,” she said, more to herself than to him. ”Was I — was I strong enough? Or not?”

Viktor tilted his head. The amusement didn’t fade.

”Kind of strong,” he said. The words were conversational. Light. The tone of a man discussing the weather. ”But you see —”

His tail swayed behind him. Lazy. Almost seductive.

”I like kneeling in front of beautiful women.”

The sentence hung in the air.

Nora’s eye twitched.

”They become wet,” he continued. His voice dropped — lower, warmer, the incubus resonance threading through it. ”Too soon for me to fuck.”

Nora’s mouth opened. Closed. Her cheeks — pale, demon-white — flushed. The faintest trace of pink appeared on her cheekbones. The pheromones in the cave were already inside her. Already working. Already making her body respond to his words, his voice, his presence.

”I forgot,” she said, her voice tight. ”You are a sex demon. Yes, indeed — you would talk vulgar. Know how to satisfy women.”

She stretched her hand toward him. Not an attack — a test. She was measuring. Gauging. Her fingers extended, her palm forward, the demon energy gathering.

”You have swordsmanship,” she said. ”But you have a bigger problem.”

Her eyes locked on his.

”The problem that until I am not within your radius —” She gestured at the ten-meter boundary. ”— you cannot do anything to me.”

She smirked. The confidence returned. The heavenly demon superiority flooding back. She was safe outside ten meters. He was kneeling. She was in control.

Then she blinked.

One blink. One fraction of a second.

And she was sitting in front of him.

Cross-legged. On the ground. Less than a foot from his face. His cock — thick, heavy, still erect — was right there. Close enough to touch. Close enough to smell. The cum and blood and arousal on its shaft filled her nostrils.

”What —”

She jumped back. A full leap — demon speed, demon strength, her body moving before her mind caught up. She landed ten meters away. Her heart was thumping. Her breath was ragged.

”WHAT WAS THAT?”

She had been teleported. In front of him. In the blink of an eye. And in that instant — that fraction of a second where she had been seated before him — she had felt them. Thousands of blades. Pressed against her skin. Against her throat, her chest, her stomach, her arms, her face. Thousands of edges, each one perfectly placed, each one ready to cut. Not cutting. Not yet. Just ’there.’ The promise of dismemberment held in abeyance by the whims of a man who had chosen not to do it.

The terror of the demon.

She looked at him. This person she didn’t know. This sex demon with his thick cock and his lazy tail and his amused eyes. Was this — was someone this strong?

It was overwhelming. The power. The casual, ’I-could-have-killed-you-before-you-blinked’ power that radiated from him like heat from a furnace.

Viktor smiled.

His hand reached out. Found Evriana’s thick ass. Squeezed. The pale flesh deformed under his fingers — soft, heavy, warm. He rubbed it. Slowly. Proprietarily. The gesture of a man who was not threatened, not rushed, not concerned about the heavenly demon standing ten meters away.

”Thanks to my new fuck toys,” he said. His voice was warm. Conversational. ”I did get something.”

His eyes slid to the demon woman. Still on the ground. Still crawling toward Demon. Her bitten tits scraping stone. Her cum-leaking cunt visible from behind.

The 100x rebate. The ability he had gained — the one that multiplied the power absorbed from every woman he fucked by a hundred. Two women. Both demon-kin. Both with bloodlines strong enough to register. The result was a power boost that put him in a realm that Nora couldn’t comprehend — because he hadn’t shown it. Hadn’t needed to. Had let her walk through her little hierarchy, let her force him to his knees, let her feel superior.

All while holding enough power to disintegrate her where she stood.

His gaze returned to Nora.

”Should I use this cunt’s power?” He nodded toward the demon woman on the ground. ”I was given a 100x rebate from both women’s abilities. Right now, I’m in another realm.”

Nora didn’t understand. But the killing intent hadn’t faded. It was there — invisible, patient, absolute. And now his words added context that made it worse.

He looked at her.

”Come here.”

Two words. Spoken softly. Almost gently.

Nora’s whole body trembled.

”What is happening with me?” she whispered.

She was walking. Her legs were moving. She hadn’t told them to. She hadn’t willed it. But her body was moving — one foot in front of the other, closing the distance, crossing the ten-meter boundary that had been her safety line.

A collar formed on her neck.

Black. Ethereal. The manifestation of absolute vocal control — the ability he had absorbed. The moment his seed had entered the demon woman’s body, the moment her bloodline had been claimed, the ability had transferred. And with the 100x multiplier, it had become absolute. Not weakened by distance. Not resistible by bloodline rank. Not breakable by willpower.

She gasped. Her hands flew to her neck. Her fingers found the collar — solid, warm, real.

”What are you doing?” Her voice was high. Cracked. ”How? No — only the Demon King—”

Viktor smirked.

”That old geezer can’t do shit.”

The collar tightened. Not choking — adjusting. Locking in. Her bloodline was being overridden. Her heavenly demon authority was being overwritten by a command that didn’t care about purity or rank or lineage.

”Come on,” he said. His voice was low. Warm. The incubus resonance threading through every syllable. ”Kneel. And come.”

Her body surrendered.

Her knees buckled. She went down — not gracefully, not with the poise of a heavenly demon, but with the clumsy, forced submission of a body whose owner had lost control. She fell to all fours. Her hands hit the stone. Her knees hit the ground. Her heavy tits swung forward, nearly spilling from the strips of fabric that barely contained them.

She started to crawl.

”WHAT IS HAPPENING?” she screamed. She could feel herself — her arms moving, her knees shuffling, her body crossing the distance toward the man she had come to kill. Her hips swayed with each crawl — the demon-kin body’s natural grace betraying her, making the forced submission look like something else entirely.

She arrived.

Viktor had shifted. He sat on his hips, legs spread, his back against the cave wall. His cock was visible — thick, heavy, the shaft still slick. His balls hung low beneath it, heavy, full. The cock itself was firm but not fully erect — the demon hierarchy’s residual suppression had taken the edge off. Not limp, but not the iron-hard, vein-bulging weapon that had destroyed two women.

He looked at her. At her crimson eyes. At her ash-grey hair falling over her shoulders. At her barely-contained tits. At the collar on her neck.

”Come on,” he said. ”Harden it again.”

The command landed like a physical blow.

”This is your punishment.”

”NO!” she screamed. The word tore from her throat. ”I would NEVER—”