Lust...Lost...Last Survivor.

"I accept your demand." The Dread Sovereign suddenly spoke, his voice soft and yet echoed in the entire vast battlefield, every soldier heard his voice.

Commander Jin stood frozen, his body rigid, muscles coiled frozen in disbelief. His rage, which had been boiling just moments before, dissolved in an instant, leaving only a hollow confusion. He had been prepared for this moment—the moment when betrayal would come, when the demons would strike with treachery, fulfilling their sinister nature. But this? Surrender? It didn't make sense. Not in this war, not after all the bloodshed, and certainly not from the Dread Sovereign himself.

The battlefield, soaked in the blood of comrades and enemies alike, had been a stage for humanity's final stand. Jin had steeled himself for one thing: vengeance. He expected schemes, underhanded tricks, and savage butchery. He had resigned himself to the bitter truth that humanity's last shred of honor would be sacrificed in this desperate, losing battle.

But surrender?

His mind raced, trying to find footing in this new reality. There had to be a lie hidden in those words, an unspoken trap. Demons don't surrender, they revel in conquest. And yet, here he was, witnessing the impossible. His entire worldview, his understanding of war, of demons, of their twisted games, had been shattered in a single, haunting declaration.

"I am yours, Master." The Scarlet Empress suddenly spoke, her voice echoed, her calm cold manner changed to coquettishly allure. 

She, who had once been the embodiment of lethal grace and cold authority, now spoke as though she were nothing more than a servant, a willing tool bending to the whims of a man who had barely held onto his sanity moments earlier.

Commander Jin's rage and hatred returned. "Are you mocking me!!??

However, the Scarlet Empress didn't say anything else as she remained on her knees. Her demeanor shifted into a seductive pose, smiling and faintly panting as though she were thirsty—thirsty for Commander Jin to make a move. Her submissiveness stirred dark desires in every man who looked at her.

Commander Jin's hand trembled. The sword in his grasp felt like it was slipping from his fingers, but he gritted his teeth, trying to overcome his desires—or perhaps not. He wasn't sure.

"You are mine? Huh?" Commander Jin took a step forward toward the Scarlet Empress.

"Jin, no!" General Wu warned immediately, but Commander Jin didn't listen. He came within an arm's length. He could smell her fragrance—fresh, sweet, and heavy, making him feel lightheaded.

Even on her knees, the Scarlet Empress was eye level with Commander Jin. That's how tall she was. He looked like a child in front of her. He stared at the face he once thought vile, but all he saw now was longing. There was no belittling gaze, no trace of the disdain she had always shown toward humans, as if they were beneath her—unworthy to even touch the bottom of her feet. Now, she was like a submissive cow, a pet, ready to do anything with just a mere gesture.

"I am your Master?" Commander Jin asked again, this time face to face to see the truth of this scheme, he has nothing to lose, if he can uncover this lie, then maybe—just maybe—he could save what's left of humanity from their final humiliation.

But the Scarlet Empress didn't flinch. Her eyes, half-lidded and glowing with a faint red hue, met his. There was no malice, no deceit, only acceptance. She nodded slowly, her lips parting just enough for a faint whisper to escape.

"Yes, Master. I am yours."

Commander Jin's breath caught in his throat. His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, knuckles whitening as he fought the rising storm within him. Every fiber of his being screamed that this was wrong, that he was walking into a trap. Yet... nothing in the Scarlet Empress's posture, her words, or even her eyes, gave him any hint of resistance.

The Dread Sovereign remained silent, his expression unchanging. Behind him, the rest of the demon lords also remained kneeling, their pride seemingly no more. Not one of them spoke. Not one of them protested. They just waited in that unnerving silence.

General Wu, like the others, felt the ground beneath him shift in an emotional landslide. The Dread Sovereign's surrender, the Scarlet Empress's submission—none of it making any sense. It defied the rules of war, of honor, of survival. What game was being played here? And how could they, mere mortals, hope to understand it? Wu's mind raced for an explanation, any explanation, but there was none. Only silence and disbelief.

On the other hand Commander Jin smiled, no more doubts in his mind, as if a sudden clarity had settled, and he was willing to lay down everything he had, every last part of himself.

"You're mine? Then…" His left hand swiftly unbuckled his waist belt in one motion, his pants dropping as a gust of wind fluttered his robe, exposing his naked lower half for all to see. His manhood stood at full strength, bared shamelessly in front of the entire battlefield. "...if you're mine, then, suck my dick! Now!" he said softly.

A silence, more suffocating than when the Dread Sovereign declared his surrender, fell upon the battlefield.

The world itself seemed to pause, stunned by the sheer audacity of Commander Jin's words and actions. Every soldier, every human, stood frozen in place, mouths slightly open in disbelief. Some blinked, as if trying to shake off a hallucination, unsure if what they had just witnessed was real. 

General Wu's heart clenched, caught between the urge to act and the overwhelming confusion that kept him frozen in place. He felt the blood drain from his face, unsure whether to breathe or hold his breath. His thoughts scrambled for a quick response, but nothing came. This wasn't just vulgarity; it was the ultimate insult, a declaration of shameless defiance in the face of everyone's expectations.

As he stood there, pride swelled his chest as a human, admiring the audacity of such arrogant fearless defiance against overwhelming odds. Yet that pride quickly morphed into a chilling realization: this act had obliterated any last hope for survival as a race.