From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties! Chapter 46: That Fateful Night. [18 ]

The night before Murkfang’s disappearance, he shared sothing with Byung that would haunt him long after. It wasn’t clear why Murkfang would choose him, of all goblins, to bear such a burden. Yet the words carved themselves into his mind, leaving no escape once spoken.

"Byung, can I trust you?" Murkfang asked, his gaze fixed on the pale moon.

Byung hesitated. He knew the weight that ca with such words. Trust, once given, was a chain that bound both parties. But hesitation or not, there was only one answer.

"Yes..." he said quietly.

"When you look at the goblins, what do you see?" Murkfang asked. His tone was heavy, almost testing.

"Friends..." Byung replied, childlike in his honesty. But he quickly noticed Murkfang’s expression—sharp, unconvinced.

"I know you can speak properly," Murkfang pressed, glaring. Byung’s body stiffened, instinctively bracing as if for punishnt.

"It’s fine," Murkfang said, softening as his eyes returned to the moon.

Byung stayed silent. His heart pounded.

"Now I know sothing about you," Murkfang continued. "And in return, I’ll let you know sothing about ."

Byung clenched his fists. He hadn’t confird or denied anything, but Murkfang’s words made it clear—he had been seen through. What ca next would decide everything.

"I was the one who granted the orcs passage," Murkfang said.

The words rattled in Byung’s head. That was impossible. Murkfang hadn’t even been there. "Huh?" The sound slipped out before he could stop it. If Murkfang’s claim was true, it ant he had worked with the orcs—sold out his own people. That level of cruelty... it didn’t make sense.

Unless... unless he had been listening in. Perhaps he had overheard Byung speaking clearly with Maui. Or maybe that bully had told him. Whatever the case, Byung now had to tread carefully.

His carelessness had been costly enough already. But he also knew his value. He had beco so useful to the goblins that even murder would be excused if he committed it. His death would harm them more than it would help.

Taking a steadying breath, Byung spoke clearly for the first ti before Murkfang.

"You asked what I see when I look at our kind... I see livestock. Animals being tad because the world fears what we could do."

A smile stretched across Murkfang’s face. It wasn’t joy—it was satisfaction. "Good. That’s what I see too."

"I want to change that, Byung," he said.

Byung blinked. Change? Goblins weren’t supposed to dream of change. They sought only pleasure and violence. Ambition was foreign to them. Yet here Murkfang was, speaking of a different path.

"How?" Byung asked.

"I was the one who granted the orcs access," Murkfang repeated, his grin widening.

Byung froze. This couldn’t be the sa goblin who demanded he brew dicine for their survival. His words twisted everything.

"Granted? What do you an?" Byung asked.

"It was reported no goblins died in the mines during the attack," Murkfang said. "But that isn’t true."

Byung’s blood ran cold.

Murkfang leaned closer, voice dropping. "I made sure there were deaths."

Byung’s stomach turned. He had thought Murkfang was the normal one, maybe even trustworthy. But now, staring at his manic grin, he realized—Murkfang was a sociopath.

"They should have died that night, all of them," Murkfang continued. "We had no dicine, no care. Yet the numbers were too low. It was controlled. And Grashnak only caused so much damage because they were caught off guard. How could that happen, unless soone told him?"

It all clicked. Murkfang had fed them information. Murkfang had manipulated the outco.

"You betrayed us..." Byung said through clenched teeth.

"Ha! I guess you could call it that. But tell —if we don’t change, if we keep living like this, what future does our race have?" Murkfang replied.

Byung’s mind raced. He saw the opportunity hidden in the madness. If he could bend Murkfang’s ideals to his own use, he could rise. Perhaps even rule.

"Do you wish to be Mogul?" Byung asked.

Murkfang blinked, then smirked. "You catch on quick."

Byung felt his chest tighten. The realization was sharp and heavy—Murkfang’s goal was to kill Drekk. This was the first ti Byung had truly glimpsed into Murkfang’s soul. And he hated what he saw staring back at him.

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Byung thought on those words even as his body betrayed him with a grunt. A wet, obscene slurping filled the air. Maui was on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock, her throat working rcilessly.

She devoured him like she was starving. Her hunger wasn’t for food—it was for his seed.

Byung’s hands clutched the sheets, knuckles white. "Nnnggghhh~!" he groaned, his voice cracking with pleasure.

It was too much. Too tight. Too perfect.

Her mouth was a furnace, her tongue a writhing serpent coiling around his shaft. Every bob of her head sealed him inside her airtight throat, refusing even a drop to escape.

The heat rose fast. Too fast. His body arched as his climax struck. His cock pulsed, flooding her with hot streams of sen.

Maui didn’t flinch. She swallowed it all, draining him dry, emptying his very soul into her stomach.

Byung gasped for air, his chest rising and falling in rapid bursts. His mind reeled. It wasn’t for him. She wasn’t doing this out of devotion. No—she was addicted to it. Addicted to him.

And yet... wasn’t that what bound her to him? Wasn’t that the reason for her fierce loyalty?

No. That couldn’t be it. He pushed the thought aside, but it clung stubbornly to the edges of his mind.

Before he could recover, Maui pushed further, her lips sliding down again, her hunger unrelenting. She sucked harder, like she was trying to pull his very essence out of him.

Byung’s body shook, his will breaking as another climax tore through him. His second load spilled into her waiting mouth, her throat working greedily until every last drop was taken.

When she finally pulled away, lips slick, his cock twitched against the cool air, free at last. Byung’s head fell back against the bedding, a stupid smile creeping onto his face despite everything weighing on him.

Maui was no ordinary orc. She was sothing else entirely. A monster in her own right. And Byung, for all his doubts, was helpless against her hunger.