Profane Prince of Domination
chapter-566-30041322

"Greetings gentlemen of the Grand Cuckold Association. The G.C.A.'s annual meeting officially begins!"

Elia, the Grand Cuckold Association's founder, and president began, seated on the honor chair while 300 of the most prominent association members sat across the massive conference room. The Chthonian Verse's calendar had long since been standardized to start with the founding of the Jade Dynasty. It was now the 1750th year.

In the 428th year of the dynasty, Elia founded the Grand Cuckold Association in response to the rising supply of veteran and expectant cuckolds eager to receive the green and glossy blessings of the Profane Prince. All proudly wore their green hats, the greatest badge of honor a man could aspire to in the Jade Dynasty, and wore faces of utmost seriousness.

Not all green hats were made equal. Depending on the level of cucking the man suffered, their hat donned a certain number of glossy stars. From one to nine, with nine-star Cuckolds being entities of sky-high status, strength, and immense wealth! A bipedal pink hog tall of 1.5 meters sat on the front row, with a towering green hat shimmering with nine glossy stars.

All knew him as Chandra, the Hog Primogen and first nine-star Cuckold of the dynasty! Although theoretically, only uncastrated males could bear the green hat, Chandra's tale was such a grandiose one that the state gave him an exception, allowing him to wear the hat with pride.

And with a peak-stage Overgod cultivation base, he was indeed worthy of that grand honor!

"We're gathered here today to discuss a situation I know has been plaguing you all: The lack of cucking in the recent years. As you well know, for non-devils such as yourselves, cucking has become the fastest source of cultivation growth, bringing alongside it great wealth and rewards.

Trillions compete for the right to get greened by his majesty. Even in the capital, your competitors lay in the hundreds of millions. This hurdle is no longer something a mere membership to the Association can protect you from."

Elia's grave words echoed within the conference room, pulling approving nods from the Association's senior members. With 25 million members, the Grand Cuck Association was the success of Elia's lifetime, allowing him to become the second wealthiest individual of the Chthonian Verse. For a thousand years, men competed for the right to pay the overpriced, monthly, membership fees, filling Elia's pockets with trillions of God-Jade.

All great worlds possessed branches of the association, with unending lines of applicants. Although 50% of the revenues went to his father, and another 20% to his mother, Elia had no room for complaints. After all, without Daphne's pillow talk skills and negotiation abilities, Konrad wouldn't have so readily granted his approval!

Alas, in recent years, his business was facing dire threats!

"Although association members are greatly privileged when it comes to cucking, as senior members, you understand that the sheer scale of the cuckold supply is starting to devalue our means. The association no longer has the means to satisfy all its members. Another crucial point is...his majesty has grown bored of cucking your lot!"

*BAM*

Elia stressed the words with an ear-splitting smack of his hand on the table. Stirred by his words, the Grand Cucks rose in tandem.

"We shall redouble, triple and quintuple our efforts to regain his majesty's favor!"

"Oink, oink, oink!"

They said in tandem, with Chandra supporting them! Seeing this, Elia couldn't help but nod in approval.

"Well said! Although fresher options surround him from all sides, you're after all veterans of his majesty's bestowals. Once you regain your standing, I'm sure the belief of the association's weakening will vanish like drifting clouds!

Minister of finance, the first step relies on you!"

Elia declared, and motioned toward the minister of finance's seat. However, no approval came from it. Confused, Elia sought the minister's eyes, and was startled to see that he was nowhere to be seen!

"Huh? Where the hell is he?"

...

Meanwhile, within his ostentatious mansion, the minister of finance received an honorable guest.

*Slurp* *Slurp* *Slurp*

Within the minister's chambers, as he kowtowed on the side, his ravishing wife knelt before their bed, giving a wet, messy blowjob to a man whose empyrean looks no longer needed explanations.

But even as his 19 years old wife's full lips and tongue coiled around that man's dwarfing cock, the minister felt neither shame nor rage. Better, his chest swelled with pride!

The plan was a success! To prepare for this day, three years ago the minister started looking for a new wife, crossing worlds and realms in order to find the most fitting one. Once he did, he spent three years to cultivate an incomparable platonic love, before bringing her back for marriage!

But the previous night, on the official wedding day, little did his wife expect that it was not her husband, but the sovereign that awaited her in their chambers. An unforgettable session of cock-hammering followed, with the new wife's throaty moans painting a vivid picture in the minister who sat -- weeping beside the door!

Better, on the following morning, the emperor was still there! What did that mean? The woman was favored! The 89000 years old minister finally obtained his ninth star, with his cultivation breaking through to the Overgod Rank!

And as jets of spunk filled his wife's throat, he could already feel his cultivation base thriving! What a glorious day!

…

Meanwhile, Konrad sat in his imperial chambers, facing a chessboard while Daphne massaged his shoulders, Nils his right arm, Jasmine his left, and Iliana sat across the chessboard, facing him in a tight match. Tight, because her nimble feet played Daphne-learned tricks, stroking his cock from beneath the fabric in glaring destabilization attempts!

Alas, none of those tricks could disrupt the profane ruler's flow! Better, every time she caught a glimpse of the treachery, Astarte - who stood nearby - knocked down Iliana's foot!

And as the game reached its end, a voice echoed in Konrad's mind.

"Master, the treaty shattered, the deadline is up, the armies are ready to set out."

Krann said in a mental message, prompting Konrad to end the game with a final move.

"Very well, the time to wrestle for the eternal crown...has finally come. Set out now. Yvonne will support you with the Valkyries.

As per the plan, she takes on the Void Dragon Army. You tackle the Tribulation Demon Guard."

Konrad ordered, and instantly, Krann responded with approval.

"As you command, Master!"