Lust...Lost...Last Survivor.

General Wu gripped his sword, ready to draw it and declare war until the last soul. But before the blade could leave its sheath, a sultry voice shattered the suffocating silence.

"Yes, Master!"

The next words from the Scarlet Empress sent every human heart to their throat in disbelief. 

The Scarlet Empress, once a symbol of untouchable power and elegance, coquettishly lowered her tall form even further from her kneeling position. Her plump seductive figure larger than Commander Jin, yet she bent with grace as her face, wider than Jin's entire torso, hovered just inches from his erect manhood. He could feel the warmth of her breath teasing him, each warm fragrant exhalation brushing against the sensitive skin of his exposed mandhood's tip.

Slowly, almost reverently, the Empress descended further, bringing her mouth beneath his manhood. Her large, seductive eyes—eyes that once commanded armies and crushed empires—now looked up at Jin with longing, searching for approval, for any flicker of pleasure that would reward her efforts. It was a gaze that spoke of devotion, as if she were seeking validation from a lover she wished to please beyond all reason.

Her lips parted, revealing pearly white teeth, the sight of her fangs somehow more thrilling than threatening. A heart-pounding tension built as her long, wet tongue extended, warm and slick, gently licked Jin's manhood from below and let it rest on her warm tongue. 

The sensation was beyond anything Commander Jin had ever known. His body involuntarily shuddered in pleasure, the intensity of it sending shockwaves through his nerves. His eyes fluttered shut as he surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy, savoring each new sensation with unrestrained bliss.

Then, her soft wet lips closed tightly around the tip, gripping it with a firmness that sent another jolt of unimaginable pleasure through his body. His knees almost gave up under the intensity, and an unmanly vulgar moan escaped his lips, unexpectedly. This was a pleasure beyond imagination, an experience so foreign and powerful that it seemed to shift the perception of his reality itself.

Around them, the battlefield was locked in silent horror. Every pair of eyes, wide with disbelief, remained glued to the display of vulgar servitude. The sight of the Scarlet Empress—once a symbol of fear, majesty, and raw power—reduced to this state, bowing in such lewd submission, was a blow to the very concept of Demon arrogance and dignity itself. None among the soldiers, neither friend nor foe, could have ever conjured such a vision in even their wildest, darkest dreams.

Is this really the truth? Are these demons truly here to surrender?

Commander Jin's mind, clouded by ecstasy, seemed far away from the chaos around him. His vacant left hand gripped the Scarlet Empress's right horn tightly in extreme pleasure, pulling her closer as his manhood shoved deeper into her warm, wet mouth. 

The battlefield, once charged with the tension of war, now fell into an eerie stillness. What followed was so unreal that every onlooker stood frozen in disbelief, unable to understand each moment unfolding one by one before them.

_KACHANK_

Suddenly, with a sharp metallic twang, the air itself seemed to split open. Commander Jin's sword flashed in a swift, deadly arc. In one clean, merciless strike, the blade severed the Scarlet Empress's head from her body. There was no cry of pain, no scream of shock—just the dull thud of her headless body hitting the ground. Dark blood, almost black in color, sprayed from her severed neck, pooling onto the already blood-soaked battlefield as her seductive and now headless body crumpled lifelessly to the earth.

The scene was grotesque, beyond anything the soldiers could have imagined. Jin, without hesitation or remorse, yanked his manhood free from her severed head, and with a look of utter disgust, he tossed it to the ground as if discarding a worthless object.

"THOO!" Commander Jin spat on the Scarlet Empress's decapitated head. His expression twisted with contempt as he hastily pulled up his pants. "Disgusting demoness! Did you really think you could win me over with such sloppy affection?"

The battlefield froze, not a single soldier daring to breathe. General Wu, who had been gripping his sword with the intent to fight until his last breath, now stood in utter disbelief. His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to process the scene before him. Had they truly witnessed the death of 'the' Scarlet Empress? One of the Seven? 

Shock rippled through the ranks. Men who had faced death countless times were left speechless. They had braced themselves for battle, for an inevitable bloodbath where survival was a faint hope. Yet, here stood Commander Jin, who beheaded one of the most powerful demons in existence, not through strategy or a hard-fought duel, but with a cold, calculated act of dominance. The moment was too bizarre to be believed—an impossible victory that felt more like a fevered dream than reality.

General Wu's shock had no end. He had fought alongside legends, witnessed countless battles, and seen the strength of humanity at its peak. But this—this was beyond anything he could have fathomed. The Scarlet Empress, a creature feared for her unyielding power, had been reduced to nothing in the span of a few seconds. Jin had not only defeated her; he had humiliated her, destroying both her body and whatever lingering pride she might have held. 

Every human soldier looked to Commander Jin now, their disbelief slowly morphing into something else: awe. This man, who had just spit on the severed head of their greatest enemy, had become a hero in their eyes. He had done the unthinkable—he had brought down one of the Seven, a feat that would have been impossible to even dream of. 

General Wu swallowed hard, his pulse still racing as he gazed at the men around him. They were stunned, yes, but their expressions told him all he needed to know. "This is it," he thought. "This is the moment."

With the Scarlet Empress' death, the morale had turned. Even if the battle was far from over, Jin had struck a decisive blow not just against the demons, but against their morale. This was a victory beyond the battlefield—it was a victory of will, a triumph over temptation and deception. "He didn't fall for it," Wu thought with admiration. "He saw through their trickery and emerged victorious."