Flame King was speechless.
He wasn’t cuckolded, so Alan wasn’t right.
But with what happened just now, he has a terrible feeling his ’not-cuckolded’ status wouldn’t last for long.
And if he has learned anything from the thrashing he took, it was that he could trust his gut feelings!
"No! I’m an Alpha!" Flame King declared.
Alphas were considered Gods on Earth, and he was one. No one could think of humiliating a god and survive.
That bastard child of Rebecca was lucky when he insulted him, but luck wouldn’t always be on that kid’s side.
As his thoughts arrived on this, blue flames burst upon his body, and his aura erupted like a dazzling sun.
"And no one could ever turn me into a cuckold! None!"
His aura expanded, and Alan was forced to retreat while blocking the flames.
Whoosh~!
The dazzling aura spread further, carrying the indomitable prestige that could never be crushed.
"Worthless bastard!" Kiba’s voice echoed from a distance.
"!!!"
Flame King’s bravado disappeared, and he spun around just as the hammer brutally crushed his aura.
"Is your prestige more important than the needs of my c.o.c.k?!"
Kiba demanded while raining down one blow after another.
"Ppff!"
Flame King’s body’s flames disappeared in a puff of smoke, and he was almost turned into human mincemeat.
Raging pain wracked through every part of his body, and he begged for mercy.
"Mercy?"
Kiba was getting angry.
"Bitch, Valentine’s Day is on the corner, and I’m without a new wife to f.u.c.k!"
The maze would be closing in an hour or so. And on Earth, a new day would arrive, something that people celebrated as Valentine’s Day long before evolution started.
It was a day which involved lots of love - the type Kiba liked!
"Instead of offering your wife to fill my Valentine’s Day with love, you are actually asking me for mercy?! Don’t you have any shame?!"
Kiba raised the hammer and then pounded it down. Winds wildly surged out while Flame King was smashed further into the crater.
Flame King grunted, more in mental trauma than from physical pain.
How am I shameless for asking for mercy?
Wait..!
I’m thinking it wrong.
It is he who is shameless!
Valentine’s Day is associated with romantic love!
And not with a.d.u.l.tery!
How could he expect me to give my wife to him on that day?! What sort of Valentine then would it be for my wife and me?!
Flame King muttered between groans.
In the distance, Alan’s eyes sparkled, and he loudly said, "For you, Valentine’s Day is the Cuckold Day!"
Flame King: "..........."
"You can officially join Cuckold United tomorrow, and we can celebrate!" Alan added. "Congratulations in advance!"
Flame King: "......."
Kiba was about to land another blow, but he stopped and turned towards Alan.
Even he was amazed by Alan’s words and the excitement with which he spoke.
"What’s Cuckold United?" Kiba asked.
"I’m not going to tell you," Alan said with a confident smile.
He had already experienced the greatest misery a man could ever experience. Now there was nothing he feared.
"....." Kiba was surprised by Alan’s confident attitude.
It didn’t suit the typical cuckold whose wife was not only f.u.c.k.i.e.d in front of him, but he also failed to stop the said f.u.c.k!
Usually, such an experience would either mentally break the cuckold or turn him into a vengeful psycho.
Confidence and excitement were the last things that Kiba would ever associate with a cuckold like this!
But now, he saw what he least expected. This startled him greatly.
"Just from where he gets this confidence?"
Flame King was pleased.
Naturally, not by Alan’s words, but the fact that Alan’s words stopped Kiba.
"Give me a call tomorrow," Alan told Flame King.
Without waiting for a response, Alan then turned around and shot at the spatial tunnel. Soon, he disappeared from the mausoleum and entered Earth.
Kiba and Flame King looked at each other with blank expressions. This was a strange development for both of them.
"......."
"Right, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day!"
Kiba didn’t forget the only important topic.
Pumping his strength into the hammer, he ruthlessly smashed it into Flame King’s belly.
The latter’s divine regeneration abilities weren’t able to handle the toll of the ruthless blows. His belly split apart and his insides ruptured.
Kiba didn’t stop though.
"I will get your wife tomorrow, in one way or another. You decide if it should be in the form of a grieving widow being consoled or not."
Flame King trembled violently as blood gushed out of him like a volcano.
Grieving widow?
Surely he wouldn’t kill me now and "console" my wife tomorrow...
The word "console" brought many terrifying scenes in his spinning head.
He saw his wife crying and Kiba wiping her tears with a sad expression. Kiba then took her in his embrace, and somehow that turned into "consoling," which resulted in their clothes disappearing and their bodies joining.
"Oh no!" Flame King finally realized he really had no choice.
If he refused to bring his wife for Valentine’s Day f.u.c.k, he would be killed, and his wife would still be f.u.c.k.i.e.d!
Both scenarios involved unspeakable humiliation, and only he would bear the price. But he at least wanted to live as a consolation!
"Dr. NTR!"
Flame King forgot all his prestige and kneeled before Kiba.
This was the most humiliating situation he had ever been in. What that Rebecca’s bastard said was not at all humiliating in front of this.
Still, despite the humiliation, he tried to smile. But his forced smile only made his bloody face unsightly.
"It would be mine and my wife’s honor if she spends Valentine’s Day in your bed!" Flame King begged.
Saying this killed his spirit and crushed his heart to pieces. But he didn’t let it show and begged Kiba.
"My bed?!"
Kiba thrashed the hammer into kneeling Flame King’s back.
"You beg for a favor and yet want to spoil my bed with your wife’s juices?! Do you really have no manners at all?!"
THUD~!
Flame King’s head smacked into the ground while his back erupted with unbearable pain. But he didn’t waste what little strength he had in groaning or crying.
Instead, he slightly lifted his head to look at Kiba and said with everything he had.
"Forgive me...in my excitement, I forgot what a great honor it would be if you took my wife in her marital bed."