After walking for a while, I eventually came across what looked like a lounge, and the moment I stepped closer, I realized it was filled with women.

A lot of women.

The kind of number that made me pause for a second and just take it in. My eyes moved across the room, scanning faces, bodies, expressions, and even though I couldn't clearly remember their names, there was this strange, almost instinctive feeling creeping up on me. It felt familiar. Way too familiar.

These were women I had fucked before.

Not all of them, maybe, but a good number. Some of them I recognized more clearly than others. There were even a few I was sure I had fucked long before I ever stepped foot into the academy.

It made me think.

There were so many of them here that it honestly made me question myself a little. Back then, I must have been pretty damn horny to end up crossing paths with this many women like that.

"L-Lord Mephisto!"

"It's Lord Mephisto!"

"W-Why is he here?!"

"We are being blessed by his huge cock! L-Let's bow our heads to his greatness!"

"Lord Mephisto!"

The moment they noticed me, everything shifted.

One by one, then all at once, they lowered themselves, bowing deeply. There was no hesitation in their movements. It was smooth, almost rehearsed, like this was something they had done countless times before. Heads lowered, bodies bent, with the atmosphere changing in an instant.

It looked natural.

Too natural.

And I just stood there for a second, taking it all in, slightly stunned.

Seeing something like this in front of me wasn't exactly something I was used to.

What was this feeling building up inside me right now?

It was heavy, almost overwhelming, pressing against my chest in a way that made it hard to ignore.

Wait.

Was this… domination?

Had I really reached this level?

The feeling that spread through me was intense. It wasn't just control. It was something deeper than that, something that made everything feel like it was bending toward me. Even though a part of me knew this situation was kind of ridiculous, that didn't stop the sensation from settling in.

It felt good.

Really good.

"Lord Mephisto," Marisa's voice cut in smoothly. "That over there is your throne."

I followed her gaze.

My throne.

Hearing that felt strange. It was like being thrown into a role I hadn't fully processed yet, like I had skipped a few steps and suddenly landed here. Still, as odd as it was, it didn't feel wrong.

If anything, it felt like I was supposed to be here.

So I started walking toward it.

Each step felt heavier than usual, not in a physical way, but in the way the room reacted to me. The women stayed bowed, some glancing up carefully, their expressions filled with reverence. Others had something else mixed in. A bit of uncertainty. A bit of caution.

There were women here I didn't recognize at all.

The way they looked at me made that clear. Respectful, yes, but not as familiar. Those were probably the ones who had been recruited but hadn't actually fucked me yet.

Guess they still decided to join anyway.

That was… interesting.

I kept moving forward, not stopping and not hesitating, until I finally reached the throne. It stood there, almost waiting, like it had been set aside just for this moment.

Then I sat down.

The moment I did, the perspective shifted. From that position, looking down at all of them, it felt different. The weight of their attention, the way they stayed lowered, the silence that settled over the room.

They were all looking at me.

Revering me.

"Ah… how beautiful. The Lord has finally taken his throne," Marisa said softly.

Her voice carried through the space, calm and almost reverent. She slowly brought her hands together, fingers interlocking gently, and then she lowered herself, kneeling as if she were offering a prayer.

Watching that stirred something in me.

It was weird.

No other way to describe it.

But at the same time, it felt good.

Really good.

This wasn't something that happened every day. It wasn't something most people would ever experience at all.

A thought crossed my mind.

If I actually succeeded in conquering this world someday, would this be what it felt like?

Something told me it would be similar, but bigger. This moment felt like a small preview of something much larger.

Even so, what I was feeling right now was already more than enough.

"Do you want me to lick your toes, my Lord?" a voice asked from nearby.

I turned my head slightly, my gaze landing on the one who spoke.

Recognition came almost instantly.

She was one of the women I had randomly had sex with back. The memory wasn't perfectly clear, but it was enough. If I recalled correctly, she had been fucking another woman at the time too.

Yeah. That definitely narrowed it down.

Her name, though, that was a different story.

"Do you remember my name?" she asked, tilting her head just a little, watching me closely.

I paused.

Ada… or Susan?

Something like that. Those names were tied to that memory, but they were mixed up in my head. It had been a while, so I couldn't say it with full confidence.

Still, I took a guess.

"Susan, right?" I said.

"Fufufu, that's correct. Thank goodness you still remember me," she replied, a soft laugh escaping her. "I was sure you'd mistake me for Ada, since the three of us had sex back then, after all."

That was close.

Way closer than I'd like to admit.

"Ada is also a member of the Church of Mephisto," she continued. "But unfortunately, she's tending to her flower shop today, so she couldn't come. It's really a shame for her, since this is a day we've all been waiting for, you know?"

Her eyes lifted slightly as she looked at me again.

"The day our Lord finally blesses us with his presence."

Then she moved.

She stepped forward and lowered herself right in front of me, kneeling without hesitation.

Before I could say anything, she leaned in.

Her tongue brushed against my toe.

It was warm.

That was the first thing I noticed. The warmth of it, followed by the slow, deliberate movement as she continued. It wasn't rushed. It wasn't careless. Each motion felt intentional, like she was putting actual focus into it.

A slight shiver ran up my leg.

Goosebumps followed almost immediately.

And then there was the way she looked at me.

Every time her tongue moved, she glanced up, her eyes meeting mine for just a moment before lowering again. That small detail made it feel more intense than it probably should have.

My cock started to harden.

Just from that alone.

"Lord Mephisto," Marisa's voice came again, closer this time.

I shifted my gaze slightly, noticing that she had stepped nearer without me realizing it.

"Shall I assist you and provide my service?" she asked.