I Shall Cuck Everyone

I don't even get a chance to glance around before I feel multiple swords and other weapons pressing against my neck and Old Man Duke's. Surrounding us are female guards, all clad in strange gothic armor.

"I am the vampire king. Show some respect," Old Man Duke growls, spitting directly on the face of one of the guards.

Come on, man. Was that really necessary? I shake my head internally.

"I apologize, Your Majesty, but you'll need to wait here. Do you have some sort of invitation token?" the guard he spat on speaks up. She seems to be the commander of the platoon. Discover more content at empire

"Just do whatever," Old Man Duke snorts, waving dismissively.

The weapons are lowered from our necks but remain pointed at us, held by six armored guards. From their appearance, it's obvious they're witches. But what's more interesting is the look in their eyes, they are absolutely terrified of us.

Are we really that scary?

After a tense moment, the commander returns, giving us a deep bow.

"I'm so sorry for the earlier misunderstanding. I hope you can understand we were just doing our job. The matriarch has ordered me to escort you," she apologizes.

"Make atonement with your tits," I mutter.

"W-What did you say?"

"Nothing."

The commander says nothing further but leads us forward. Still, I can tell she's flustered. That's when it clicks.

The witches here are all women. To reproduce, they must leave their home, mate with males of other races, and return pregnant. They only give birth to daughters, and it's a strict taboo for males to live among them in their homeland.

Suddenly, it all makes sense to me.

These witches aren't terrified of us, they're just horny. They're trembling in the presence of men because they're starved for physical intimacy. Only the upper class can travel outside and mate, making it a rare privilege.

In other words, this place is a haven for countless sex-starved women—a paradise of lust!

As we leave the teleportation station, we step into a port filled with vehicles, cars and other tech long abandoned, their surfaces thick with dust. Small stones litter the area, adding to the unkempt surroundings. Clearly, none of these machines have been driven in years.

Looking up, I catch sight of the artificial sun Old Man Duke mentioned. Its warmth feels startlingly similar to Earth's sun, so much so that I feel it start to scorch my skin. It's been months since I last stepped into sunlight, but my body quickly adapts.

Before long, a hovering, autonomous convertible pulls up in front of us. The commander gestures for us to enter, and once we're inside, the vehicle takes off at an incredible speed, nearly breaking the sound barrier.

From this height, I get my first real view of the witches' home. The landscape is rough and riddled with craters, explaining the abundance of hovering vehicles. While parts of the city are leveled and developed, the outskirts are exactly what you'd expect from an asteroid.

As we pass through the market, I can't help but compare it to the celestial monkey planet. To be honest, that place is far livelier than this. Here, it feels like the inhabitants are ruled with an iron fist, barely clinging to any semblance of freedom.

This is crazy…

After a while, I stop looking outside and simply enjoy the ride. Soon, we arrive at a massive mansion that resembles a small palace. The most notable thing about it is how the architecture mirrors that of the vampires. It makes me question the connection between witches and vampires.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The vehicle lands in front of a grand entrance, guarded by two female guards armed to the teeth with demi-god-tier weapons. As we step out, the commander exchanges a few signals with the guards. They glance at each other before one opens the door, gesturing for us to follow her.

As we walk through the alleyway, a pleasant fragrance fills the air, so potent that I almost begin to hallucinate. Glancing to my side, I notice Old Man Duke is completely out of it, lost in some sort of trance.

A quick tap on his neck snaps him back to reality.

"What was that?!" Old Man Duke exclaims.

"You were enchanted by the witch. She's testing your mental fortitude," I reply calmly.

"How do you even know all this?" he asks, his mouth agape.

"Just basic logic."

Before long, we stop in front of an enormous door crafted entirely from pure Zlatherium metal.

"They're here, Your Highness," the guard announces, leaning her ear closer to the door, waiting for a response.

"Bring them in."

As these words echo from within, the door opens on its own. Inside, we're greeted by what looks like a small throne room. At the top of the platform sits a strikingly beautiful woman who bears an uncanny resemblance to Zella—long, shiny black hair, an oval-shaped face, and a sharp chin. The only difference is that this woman looks slightly more mature and chubbier than Zella.

This is Zella's mother…

I don't need anyone to tell me. One glance is enough to confirm it. But as soon as I realize it, a surge of anger bubbles within me, forcing me to clench my fists and control myself.

Yet, something feels off about this woman. The moment I step inside, my Ki instinctively activates, shielding my body as if it's defending me from something malicious. I activate Gyo, and my vision reveals an overwhelming burst of dark aura radiating from her.

For the first time in this reincarnation, I've met someone who matches my power. No—she's stronger than me. Without my weapon arsenal, facing her head-on would be instant defeat.

"Long time no see, old geezer," the woman finally speaks, a sly smile curling her lips.

"Do not call my grandfather a geezer. I don't joke about him," I reply, my voice sharp and unyielding.

Her expression shifts to one of surprise before softening into a smile.

"Oh, so you're my son-in-law? I'm delighted to meet you. And the rumors were true—you're quite handsome. I might just keep you for myself," she says, her tone dripping with mischief.

Her words ignite my anger further. "Where are Zella and my child?" I demand, my eyes glowing a deep red.

"Fufu, why don't you take a seat first? You can't keep Old Man Duke standing," she says, gesturing to the chairs on the side of the room.

Though annoyed, I comply, sitting on the grand chair, with Old Man Duke settling down beside me.