"I may be a cuck, but I am still the king… If a man gets in the way of my cuckoldry, I will kill them. And thus, that is what happened…" The King explained, the misty vision changing into a different scene.
The same woman from earlier was lying on a bed, with the sheets covering her slender, naked body. She had the same red hair as before and seemed to be trembling.
In front of her was a blond muscular man, his face also covered by the mist. He was standing off of the bed and looked furious, massive veins popping throughout his arms.
Right in front of that man, next to the window, was the same average salaryman from earlier. But this time he looked much more damaged and deranged, even with his face covered up.
"A cuck's rage is something you should never trifle with. The Cuckoldry within me stirred and showed me what I must do. It spoke to me, tempting my hatred and wish for more cucking! So I did what it asked… And I achieved my Climax…"
Suddenly, the vision switched, mist pushing across the earlier sight. The mist formed the same room but showed it now as a bloodbath.
Both the muscular man and the red-haired woman were lying on the ground, their bodies dismembered and ripped apart. Chunks of flesh and hair were splattered around, painting the room in a crimson red.
Jimmithey turned away in disgust, shaking his head.
Despite all of the violence and death he had participated in and seen throughout these past few days, he was still shocked by this massacre.
But when he turned away, he looked behind himself for a split second. When he did, he saw the fading illusion of two children, standing past a door frame.
One was a young girl, around her teens, in pony pajamas. The other was a younger boy, who was wearing his race car pajamas. Both had dark red hair, their bodies trembling in fear.
They looked forward in terror, blood seeping towards the floor they stood on. Jimmithey knew they were Milly and her younger brother.
But suddenly, the illusions went out. Rushing cuckold aura covered over them, pushing these illusions off into the air.
The King Cuck's booming voice echoed out, alerting Jimmithey of his presence.
"Alas, this is the price of the path of a Cuck! This is the price of being KING!!" The King roared, his aura rushing past the illusions.
They all went out, causing the throne room to become clear once again. The purple cuck pillars became visible, towering and surrounding Jimmithey.
"All you've shown me is that you're a piece of fucking shit!!" Jimmithey roared as he stepped forward, his aura returning around his body.
Jimmithey looked up at the King in disgust, while the King looked down at him with a dirty smile.
"KEKEKE! What do you mean? Don't you understand now, Jimmithey? Do you understand how we are not so different!? We both struggled and fell under the challenges of this world. The Magical Girls, my Generals, EVEN ME! We were the obstacles that have tried to break you." The King exclaimed, holding his fist upwards.
"Yet you have persevered. You've struggled through it all. And what has helped you do this? Of course, CUCKOLD POWER! And a Cuck should stay with a cuck! We will take down this world that has made us suffer together, ushering in the age of a new Cuck!"
"Come with me Jimmithey, JOIN ME, and let us become the KINGS OF THE CUCKOLD WORLD!!! My successor, ruling the world after my age of Cuckoldry ends. We will cuck and fuck for centuries, bringing eons of Cucking! That is my proposition, that is the fact of Cuck O' Clock!" King Cuck howled, his skinny finger pointing down at Jimmithey.
His voice echoed throughout the entire hall, causing the floor beneath Jimmithey to shake violently.
Thanks to this, Jimmithey's rage-filled heart began to beat heavily. He now understood the full picture.
He understood the King Cuck was broken by the world around him. He understood that he was ruined, made to unfairly suffer. Multiple factors led to his ascension as the King of Cucks. Some were his own poor decisions, while others were beyond his control.
But in the end, Jimmithey couldn't forget Milly's sorrowful story from earlier that day. He couldn't forget the lives he ruined. He couldn't forget the dark path he was pushed upon by the King, a path he could never escape.
He couldn't forget his classmates who had died, the civilians whose lives had been ruined by this war. He couldn't forget the destruction and chaos that spread across the world.
He couldn't forget the suffering the people forced into the Cuckold Harems went through. He couldn't forget their despair filled expressions. He couldn't forget the red haired girl, her scars, her face, and her resemblance to the King's own daughter.
And, most of all, he couldn't forget the image of Milly and her brother seeing their mother and stepfather lying dead. The crimson blood leaking towards their legs. The horror in their eyes. He couldn't forget it.
King Cuck wasn't someone he could sympathize with! He ruined lives, including his own. He was a complete bastard, an unforgivable one who was nothing like Jimmithey!
Even if Jimmithey were a piece of shit Cuck himself, he knew he was better than the King of Cucks!
So Jimmithey opened his eyes and looked up at the Cuck on top of his massive throne. He began to get into a fighting stance, staring straight into the King's eyes.
"Wrong. We aren't the same, you faker Cuck King. I'm better than you. I won't destroy or change the world like you wish to. I won't kill people over petty revenge. And I won't force my cuckold suffering upon others… I'm going to save this world and bring back everyone's normal lives!!! Now DIE, you bastard!" Jimmithey shouted, his dark red cuck energy building up in his hands.
In response, the King sat back on his massive Cuck chair, crossing his arms. He sighed, a small smile coming up on his face. Despite his earlier pleas to the young Cuck, it was obvious that he expected and wanted a fight.
"Kekeke. Please, Jimmy. I was always a Cuck. I just became King. You are the one who is a bastard, young Jimmithey." The King laughed out.
He then waved his skinny hands, the mechanical restraints on his body beginning to loosen. They fell tens of feet down, crashing onto the floor. Steam rushed out, the computers under him pulling up error screens.
"Keep talking your shit, Cuck. Hehehe… I can't wait to rip your fucking long nose out from your shitty skull and crush it into shit!!!" Jimmithey roared, his energy raging out. Veins began popping on his forehead, his cuckold energy rushing out!
The King noticed this, his cock slightly becoming more erect. He sat back on his throne, slowly holding up his left hand.
"Wow. What a dirty tongue… Perhaps it came with your new cuckin' look. But alas, let's begin this brawl. Keke… You need a different lesson from before… A more painful one! After that, maybe you'll understand my cuckin' language!!!" The King giggled out, waving his hand upwards.
Suddenly, a wall of pure cuck energy flew out and crashed into Jimmithey's body! The red wave rushed upwards, covering the entire hall!
FWOOOSH!!!