Reincarnated in a depressing erotic world but living a normal life (right?)

The Kingdom of Sylas stood as a beacon of resilience beyond the great and expansive Ocean, a vast body of water that served as its only natural barrier against land threats.

That kingdom was known for its white cliffs and its cities carved into limestone, which made Sylas project an image of unwavering serenity, like a diplomatic jewel on a continent that had recently succumbed to terror.

After all, Sylas was the closest neighbor to the extinct Valerius Empire.

And the fall of Valerius was a brutal and sudden event that had shaken the foundations of Ky'lar, proving that magic and military might were not enough against the supposed reincarnation of the demon god that had emerged.

Now, where Valerius once stood, stretched the Qliphoth Empire, a renamed wasteland and a home for monstrous beings whose mere mention chilled the blood of Sylas's inhabitants.

Because of this, the kingdom's peace was, by necessity, a vigilant and costly peace, maintained in part by Queen Iryna, the thirtieth sovereign of the Royal House.

Queen Iryna was considered, both by her people and by foreign observers, a great wise ruler who, even at the age of twenty-five, possessed an aura of dignity, and whose diplomatic cunning far exceeded her youth.

With her long, wheat-colored hair braided with pearls from the Crimson Ocean and her glacial gray eyes, Iryna was the embodiment of temperance.

"Queen Iryna is our shield and our sword."

"Thanks to her wisdom, the stench of Qliphoth does not cross our gates."

She had skillfully managed the refugee crisis from Valerius and held off minor incursions from the Qliphoth Empire, all while quietly strengthening the kingdom's magical defenses, thanks to her swift reaction to the situation.

But unbeknownst to anyone, amidst that apparent peace, the shadow of invaders from another world had reached the Kingdom of Sylas.

For in the middle of the sepulchral silence of midnight, while most of the kingdom's inhabitants slept, the palace was invaded.

The takeover was fast, surgical, and brutally efficient, where the defenses, focused on repelling external threats like the Qliphoth Empire, were not prepared for such a suddenly coordinated internal infiltration.

Those who had suddenly invaded were an invading organization from another world called Dominion-H.

Thus, Dominion-H conquered the palace in the total ignorance of the citizens, where Queen Iryna and her most loyal advisors fell under the yoke of Eros-7, without a single cry of alarm rising over the walls.

In that way, on the night of the invasion, the Kingdom of Sylas, which had resisted the demon god, was silently strangled by the venomous fangs of Eros-7, leader of Dominion-H, who had arrived after retreating from the unexpected confrontation that occurred in the dojo, following the arrival of an anomaly that should have easily fallen after the "Goddess of War's" takeover.

However, despite this, the forces of that unexpected phenomenon were such that all the elite members brought by Eros-7 to the dojo, among whom was the newly subdued "Goddess of War," unanimously chose to retreat.

It was thus, through the spatial warping carried out by the combatant "Holy Lick," that they arrived at the Kingdom of Sylas.

Where time passed, and at dawn, nothing seemed to have changed.

The sun, a pale orange over the Ocean, rose as usual while the citizens of Sylas woke up, opening their shops for work, completely unaware that the authority at the apex of their civilization had been subjugated without their knowledge.

Thus, the Royal Palace remained silent, casting the same shadow of protection over the capital with the image of Queen Iryna ruling.

However, as days and weeks passed, subtle but persistent changes became evident.

Among them, the first hint came from the battalions guarding the walls and palace gates, where the guards, previously known for their discipline and martial courtesy, now displayed strange behaviors.

They showed vacant stares in which their eyes lacked the vigilant spark of yesteryear, and instead, there was an almost robotic calm, an unquestioning obedience that bordered on the unsettling. A drastic uniformity had been implemented.

Personal insignia or small adornments that reflected the regiments' identity were eliminated, leaving only the gray cloth and cold armor.

Where even the rounds were carried out in total silence. The guards answered questions with single words or did not respond at all, only nodding with a docility that felt alien to their training and identity.

But the true indicator of suspicion manifested through a series of new royal decrees, laws, and sanctions that began to flood the streets, supposedly signed by Queen Iryna. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on N0v3l.Fiɾe.net

These were not immediately oppressive to daily life, but they were calculated to dismantle the social and moral fabric of the kingdom.

Establishing days of compulsory self-expression where public displays of affection, lust, or "bodily freedom" were encouraged (and later required), under the excuse of releasing stress from the "war" against Qliphoth.

In turn, subtle laws were implemented that penalized "excessive modesty" in dress.

The traditional and "conservative" clothing of women began to be frowned upon and penalized with light fines, promoting, instead, more revealing attire.

But despite all that, the most alarming sanction was not imprisonment or a fine, but the "Moral Re-education Program" for those who showed "rigid morality" or "lack of festive spirit."

This led the people, even without truly knowing what this program consisted of, to finally grow suspicious, despite their trust and belief in their Queen, regarding the sudden laws and established behaviors.

Thus, the people murmured; with some seeing it as an eccentricity of the Queen, others as a welcome release from war tensions, and a few felt it as a looming shadow.

But even despite the growing doubts, life continued, and the threat of Qliphoth was still more immediate than the strange new customs of the palace.

.... Until the incident occurred.

That day, most of the castle city's inhabitants were suddenly summoned without resistance, where, under a Royal decree, all citizens presented themselves.

This was because the people, even with all the imposed laws, still relied on the charismatic and decisive leadership of their Queen.

"...."

However, everything changed when upon arriving, they saw the Queen on a stage erected in front of the Royal Palace, covered with golden banners, standing motionless like a doll, showing no emotion.

"What is happening?"

"Is Her Highness alright...?"

"Something feels wrong"

Thus, the people looked up and began to murmur, wondering what was happening, but there was no answer.

"I..."

Then, at that moment, as certain people gathered, the Queen moved as if a switch had been flipped and saluted the sky.

"Formerly Queen Iryna Vandelux-Cynic, currently Combatant No. 23, I declare that I dedicate the throne to my lord!"

And she made a shocking declaration, using her free opposite arm to lift the skirt of her dazzling queen's dress.

"What...?!"

"Kyaaa! "

"How can this be?!"

Revealing, not underwear, but rather a tight suit worn by the combatants of the Dominion-H organization beneath her original dress.

The reason was clear, for as she had just declared, she was no longer the Queen, but the perverted Combatant No. 23 after succumbing to the brainwashing beam of leader Eros-7, leaving the public in confusion.

"Silence, please. I, Combatant No. 9, will explain the situation on behalf of the Grand Master."

Then, to amplify the chaos of the situation, a woman appeared, who was a well-known regent who supported the Queen. Famous for being the Iron Lady, who never violated the law, but under her regent's cloak, she now wore a tight suit, as a mark of a dispensable fighter for leader Eros-7.

"Hehehe..."

And at that moment, amidst the unleashed chaos, the main culprit of everything that happened, Eros-7, walked out from behind the now-called Combatant No. 9, with arrogance as if everything belonged to him, ignoring the confusion of the people and starting to caress the breasts of the former queen...

"Mmm...♡"

... Who until that moment had only behaved like a doll, changed to start reacting like a human being again.

"Ohhhhhhh♡♡♡"

However, despite that, she maintained her salute without resistance, but her convulsions prevented her from concealing her excitement.

"The other day, the Kingdom of Sylas unconditionally surrendered to our master. But, apparently, Number 23 will continue to govern the country publicly, but all the people will belong to our master."

And amidst the vulgar situation, the former regent, even though her former figure of loyalty was being violated next to her, continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

"All citizens will be brainwashed so that they do not oppose the master, and those who are suitable will be valued as combatants like us..."

But the outrageous explanation of the former regent continued, and the people, in response, finally began to understand the situation.

"Arrest them"

The man whom both call "master." And the brainwashing.

"Understood!"

The people realized what had happened to the country, and some tried to flee, while others tried to head to the platform to save the Queen.

However, unfortunately, a large number of combatants appeared, among whom were women of immense power, who surrounded the citizens and arrested them regardless of who they were.

"Coming right up♡♡"

But at the same time as those events occurred, the former queen, who had been receiving a breast massage, finally reached climax and stopped saluting, only to immediately afterward, with trembling legs, be consumed for an instant, only to immediately regain her senses and kneel before the man.

"I am so sorry! I failed to carry out my orders to salute the public!"

Thus she apologized, even though the reason she had stopped saluting the public was because the man had roughly fondled her, but despite that, the former queen apologized as if she hadn't thought twice, and the man silently removed his pants and pulled out his erect penis in response.

"Ah...♡ Yes♡ I will apologize♡"

In that way, as soon as she saw the penis, the former queen transformed from a serene fighter into a lustful prostitute who invited Eros-7 to ascend, deliberately positioning herself so that the people could see her being defiled from every angle.

"Ahhh♡ Amazing♡ I can't stop coming♡♡♡"

Thus, he pushed her hips violently, as if using a tool, solely to violate her.

"I'm coming♡♡♡♡♡"

With every thrust, the former queen's body trembled, and she screamed with pleasure.

And every time she reached climax, the former queen stuck out her tongue and vulgarly declared her orgasm. There was no trace of dignity in the appearance of who she once was, leaving only her appearance succumbing to carnal desires.

"Aghhhh♡♡♡"

It was thus that the Kingdom of Sylas submitted to the dominion of the Dominion-H organization, being led from the shadows by the perverse desires of Eros-7.

"From now on, I proclaim myself the true Demon God of this region. Kneel before your new Lord!"

Who, drunk with power, petulantly proclaimed himself the demon god, before his powerful female combatants at his disposal who fell to his feet, not as a sign of respect, but in a sexually degrading posture of submission.

"A-gyoo! ❤️ Congratulations, Master! Take my body, use it! This slut is yours!"

The first Goddess Hand, with her fists in the air, shouted with a voice of foolish ecstasy.

"Nom, nom! ❤️ Sanctity is boring! Only perversion gives us true power! Long live Master Eros!"

The second Holy Lick, sticking her tongue out, congratulated the man.

(Pah-Pah!)

"❤️ We are the sluts of Master Eros! Your dominion shall be absolute!"

The third Ranger Kiss, with her tight mesh highlighting her hips in a grotesque movement, offered her congratulation.

"Ohgyoooo! ❤️❤️ Kyōra, the busty fighter of Dominion-H, gives you her most stupid and perverted congratulations, Master! Take whatever you desire! ❤️"

And finally, Kyōra Lunei, Eros-7's most prized trophy, prostrated herself in a pose that humiliated her to the core, her eyes filled with a soulless devotion.

"Guhuhu!"

At that moment, the inhabitants of Sylas who had feared the monsters of Qliphoth, now faced a more intimate and degrading terror.

"Soon, the Qliphoth Empire will be renamed. The true demon god is not the one who brings destruction, but the one who brings lustful submission. I need more territory so my sluts can play!"

It was thus that Eros-7 foolishly began a war against "something" incomprehensible and would understand the true extent of the horror...