“I see, young Cuck… You’ve heard a part of the tale from my baby girl. But you’ve only heard from her cuckin’ perspective! She was a young buck, her memories becoming mistaken through the years of change!! But this is my whole cuckin’ truth!” The King Cuck ughed out, his mechanical support creaking under him.

  The creaking sound echoed out, causing Jimmithey to stay silent and listen. The King’s voice made him sick and he was already furious, but he was still curious and calmed down.

  He wanted to prove he was nothing like the King, and would need all of the evidence possible to do this!

  “Go ahead, fuck face. Just know once this is finished, I’m breaking your fucking skull.” Jimmithey responded, crossing his arms.

  “Keke… Then listen good, little C. Years ago, before I was the King of Cucks, I was a normal cuckin’ man… One who did his normal office work, one who cared for his normal wife and kids, and one who followed society’s normal rules. The average, unremarkable joe.”

  “I was just like you, Jimmy boy… Just normal… Kekeke…” He began to expin, the foggy energy showing an image of a middle-aged man.

  His face was blurred, but Jimmithey could tell he was just an average guy who anyone could find on the streets. It reminded Jimmithey of himself many months ago. Way before he became a Cuck. Before he had met Myusel, before the chaos began.

  “I was normal and happy… I got a decent house with a wn… I hooked up with a woman and married her… She popped out two normal kids and we lived happily ever after… Kekek… Until…

  Keh… Well, until I learned of what my wife was doing. Before I met her, I knew she’d slept around like a whore! But those were in her younger years when young people discovered themselves!

  I expected it to end when we married. Kekeh… But I knew the rumors were indeed fact when she admitted it to me after some questioning…” King Cuck continued, twisting his strangely long and skinny index finger around.

  Suddenly, the foggy aura near Jimmithey began to create the image of Milly’s mother, mouthing off the same hidden words over and over again. Her face was censored also, but he could see the rage and disgust coming off of her.

  The normal office worker had the same rageful energy coming off himself, despite his face not being visible. It was the average divorce story, nothing strange.

  But Jimmtihey knew the ter context from Milly’s side of the story.

  “So what? SO WHAT?! YOU FUCK! You divorced each other and you got in your fucking feelings. So you began watching her get fucked by another man! And you killed them for that!! You fucked them over just because you got fucked over!? What you say doesn’t change a goddamned thing! You’re still a petty coward who couldn’t move on!!!” Jimmithey yelled, pushing the illusions of Milly’s mother away.

  Despite his attempts to push them away, they just reformed. It began to duplicate, and Jimmithey quickly became surrounded by illusions.

  “Kekek. And that is where you are misinformed, my YOUNG C! What I did next was ask my wife if I could watch her get fucked by the men she cheated on me with! She could cheat as long as I was on the Cuck Chair, masturbating in joy!

  That was the only logical step, the only correct conclusion for a CUCK such as myself! The only way to maintain our cuckin’ retionship. I always knew that inner cuckoldry was inside of me, a fetish I could finally safely show to my lover!

  But as, the whore denied my wishes. She looked at ME in disgust, and DIVORCED ME! After that, she took the kids and ran as far away as possible. My life went into shambles then after! Rumors spread of my wishes for cuckoldry, leading to me being ostracized by my neighbors and coworkers.

  They viewed me as less than a man, less than scum! Even worse rumors spread about me, lies that cost me my job! Lost me my respect, and my mothercuckin’ money! The child support squeezed my weak cuck body dry, leading to me having nothing! My house, my car, my family, they were all gone because the WORLD couldn’t accept a CUCK! I was broken, brought to the fucking bottom, forced to reside on the cruel cold streets!!!” The King cuck roared, raising his skinny arms into the air.

  Next to Jimmithey was an image of an average saryman lying in the nighttime streets, rain falling onto his body. Jimmithey couldn’t make out his face but could see that he had bruises and trash all over his body.

  “...”

  Jimmithey stayed silent, looking down at the image of the man right in front of him. It was pathetic and tragic. He could almost rete to the feeling of helplessness that man must’ve felt. It was unfair, and he had no control over any of it.

  Just because he made one choice, one stupid mistake? He understood that feeling, deep within himself. But then, he remembered that this man was the King Cuck! The same man who ruined Jimmithey and thousands of other’s lives!

  “But at my lowest point, something snapped inside of me! I realized that I had nothing to lose, and the only way I could go from the bottom was UP!

  I may have been a lowly Cuck, but I could crawl my way to the top! And the only thing that could help me was the opposite of what rejected me. I was rejected by ‘order’ and ‘decency!’ So I decided I would have my way, my own order of Cucks! I would follow the way of a degenerate.”

  The illusion changed, showing the man with his back towards Jimmithey, in his underwear. He had a crown on his head and a cape on his back, the same clothing a King would wear. The King Cuck’s royal gown and crown.

  “That was the day the old me died. The day the King of Cucks was born! My tale is the same as yours, young Jimmy! We’ve both been pushed to the bottom! We’ve been broken, and now we wish to break those who’ve shattered us!” He roared out, the illusions shifting around into many different colors.

  “Fuck that! Don’t forget all of the crap you’ve done. After your ‘inspiring’ rise up, you decided to fucking follow and harass your ex-wife! Is that what you think is ‘fighting back?!’” Jimmithey roared out in disgust.

  “Ah, Jimmy… You know that slut deserved it. In fact, child… She did better for me by being my masturbating material. In the end, a cuck must cum… Ah… Those days of watching them fuck day in and out… I even got the chance to suck her pussy right after a few times, while they slept… Sucked the cum right out of her… I would do anything to re-live that cucking… Anything.”

  “...” Jimmithey stayed silent, somewhat impressed by the King’s Cuckoldry. He then shook his head, remembering the rest of the story.

  “You enjoyed it up until you fucking killed them… Why is that? If you were so happy, doing your degenerate acts… Then why did you end it all? Why did you ruin all of THEIR lives?!” Jimmithey asked, clenching his fists.

  “I may be a cuck, but I am still the king… If a man gets in the way of my cuckoldry, I will eliminate them. And thus, that is what happened…” The King expined, the misty vision changing into different scenes.

  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 muscur 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 businessman 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 muscur man and the red-haired woman were lying on the ground, their bodies dismembered and ripped apart. Chunks of flesh and hair were spttered around, painting the room in a crimson red.

  Jimmithey turned away in disgust, shaking his head. Despite all of the violence he had seen in the 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 instantly knew they were Milly and her unnamed younger brother.

  But suddenly, the illusions went out. The rushing cuckold aura covered over them, pushing these illusions off into the air. The King Cuck’s booming voice went off, alerting Jimmithey of his presence.

  “As, 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 pilrs 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. The King looked down at him with a dirty smile.

  “KEKEKE! Do 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 excimed, holding his fist upwards.

  “Yet you have persevered. 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, the floor under Jimmithey shaking violently. He didn’t know if it was the Cuck’s commanding voice, or if it were something else.

  But now, 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 cssmates 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.

  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 on 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 once again 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 ughed 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. Heheh… I can’t wait to rip your fucking long nose out from your shitty skull!!!” 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.

  "What a dirty tongue… Perhaps it came with your new cuckin’ look. But as, 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’ nguage!!!" 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!!!