While Jimmithey was a sweaty mess, the King was calm and relaxed. All of these thunderous attacks the King had shot out had taken zero effort from him.
Not even a droplet of sweat dripped off his pale skin. In fact, he looked lively and rejuvenated!
"DAMNIT! T-this isn't fair! I-I fucking achieved my CLIMAX! S-shouldn't I be fucking stronger!? SHOULDN'T I?! GRAA!!!" Jimmithey yelled as he stomped his foot onto the ground, denting the floor.
But as he did this, he saw a droplet of blood fall onto the ground.
"?!" Jimmithey saw blood oozing out of his nose, flowing out uncontrollably. He felt lightheaded, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
The King looked down at him and began to chuckle, stroking his growing cock at the same time.
"Keke, kiddy! Ya body can't handle the Cuckoldry you're requesting. And it's all because you're holding yourself back! Your body won't catch up as long as your cucking mind ain't on task! Dumb fuck!" He roared, flexing his thin, wrinkled muscles at the same time.
"What the FUCK are you talking about!?" Jimmithey responded.
"You're distracted by morality and mistakes, thinking about your cuckin' crimes. Like a fuckin' fool! That's why you are losing! You aren't thinking of cucking! In my head, the only thoughts going through are cuckoldry and being the King! Nothing holds me back!!! Nothing holds the KING!" The King shouted, pushing two waves of energy from both of his hands.
FOOSH! FOOOSH!
"Shut up, shut up!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!" Jimmithey cried out as he put his arms up, summoning another shield of Cuckold energy.
But unlike before, this shield was much weaker and cracked from the first wave.
The second wave pushed forward, breaking through the shield!
KRCKKK!!!!
It slammed into his body, breaking his defense in a split second!
"GRAA!!!" Jimmithey cried as he flew back, crashing into three massive pillars that once stood behind.
As soon as he recovered, he rushed out of the lingering dust with an explosive Cuckold blast, flying forward!
He gathered all the energy he could in his hands and ran forward, blasting multiple shots at the King's face.
"DIE!! YOU FUCK!!" Jimmithey roared out as tens of miniature cuckold blasts flew toward the King.
But instead of hitting him, the cuck blasts slammed into a wall of once invisible cuck energy and dissipated into his aura!
When each blast hit, small ripples appeared, causing the wall to become visible.
The King Cuck was defended by his own massive aura, able to continue masturbating without distraction. There was so much Cuckold energy protecting him, that it seemed impossible for Jimmithey to break through it!
"Kekek… Jimmy boy, you simply don't understand your cucking situation. Once I finish rubbing this one off, my energy will be so savage and powerful that it'll rip your body to shreds. Possibly the rest of this ship along with it! Surrender or you'll be in for a world of cuckin' pain!" The Cuck giggled as he rubbed faster, the dark red energy around his crotch getting fiercer.
"Damnit!!!" Jimmithey shouted, sending more meaningless blasts of Cuck energy. They flew forward, only to be absorbed in the King's transparent aura wall.
Jimmithey didn't care if these attacks were pointless. He didn't care if he wasn't making a dent. He wasn't going to let it end here!
He was going to let all of his suffering, his sins, his crimes, his choices, all lead to nothing!
"Ahh… Disappointing… Disappointing… All of this cuckin' build-up, just for this? What a cuckin' riot… Only this could make a cuck cry!" The King cried out as he facepalmed himself, while a small cuck tear dripped out of his eye.
"Fuck you!!" Jimmithey roared as landed on the ground and sent out his last blast.
BWOOOM!!!
This attack crashed into the shield, creating one last ripple before the transparent wall of energy became invisible once again.
"Nothing I'm doing is working! I guess there's only one way to end this… If I'm going down, then you're coming with me!" Jimmithey thought as he wiped the blood coming from his nose away.
He held his hands together, pushing all of the Cuckold energy he could into his joined palms. Memories of cuckoldry flashed in Jimmithey's mind, his rage reaching its peak!
Veins popped across his forehead, his hair flowed like flames, his aura became explosive, blowing up in the air around him.
"Oh…? Keke! What is this, Jimmy? Do you wish to die, boy? You wish to die and bring me with you because your cuckin' power won't hurt me?! How sad! How cuckin' pathetic!" King Cuck chuckled as he tilted his head to the side, chuckling.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! I'll destroy you with one last move… ALL OF MY CUCKOLD ENERGY GATHERED AT ONCE!!!" Jimmithey yelled, holding the fiery cuckold energy in his hands.
Electricity began to spark out as Jimmithey condensed it in his hands, into a flaming ball.
"KEKEKEKE!! KAAHAAAH!!!!!! Go ahead, young cuckling. Just know that I am called the King of Cucks for a reason. No one can match my Cuckoldry. No bomb or last ditch attack from a cuck can hurt me! Especially not a novice like you… Use your suicide attack! Kill yourself! I promise you, it will not hurt me! KAKAKAAK!!!" The King Cuck taunted while rubbing his pale cock.
Jimmithey closed his eyes, focusing his attention on his pure cuckold rage. His heart raced, his power surging through his veins.
The only thing he could think about was killing the King of Cucks!
Even if his life ended, even if everything ended here, he would kill the King!
His chance at being a Schizo was gone. His chance at a normal life was over.
His chance at making it up with Jack or Milly was long gone. His chance at seeing his Mother again was long gone as well.
He couldn't come back to his mom now that he was a cuck. He once swore to never make her go through the misery of losing her only child, but he understood he broke that promise long ago.
Back when he masturbated to Myusel and accepted his cuckoldry, that was when it all ended.
It was all gone, everything that made Jimmithey Johnrey James himself was dead. So, if he died right then and there, it wouldn't make a difference.
It wouldn't make a difference as long as he killed the King Cuck and ended this war! That was the only thing this cuck could bring of value to this world now!
So he gathered more and more energy, feeling his hands burn up in the maelstrom of fire. Flesh curled and melted, his teeth gritted from the pain, while his hair glowing a darker red.
As the burning energy surged through his body, from the farthest corners of his ears, he could hear a faint voice.
Faint, but loud enough for him to hear through the explosiveness of his aura. It was a familiar voice, but sounded much weaker than ever.
"Jimmithey…" The small, faint voice said softly.
Jimmithey snapped his eyes open and found himself in the dark, foggy space.