Leonel could only keep his tears to himself. Since he wasn't able to control himself when he entered the consciousness of the spear owner, he could only be a passive observer.
The world itself was nothing special. It didn't have the exotic feel that the jungle of the primitive man had. Instead, it seed to be a small village, not much different from the first village Leonel and Aina landed in the France Zone.
The woman was currently practicing her spearmanship on a few wooden targets. The mont Leonel set his sights on her movents, he completely forgot how aggrieved he was just monts before.
Each of her strikes carried a blinding speed with them. The slight whistling of the wind that ca when it reached the end of its acceleration made Leonel internally shiver. It was perfectly tid every ti. Her spear would always reach the peak of its speed just before it hit the target and would leave a hole so perfect that the four sides of the spear's blade could be clearly seen.
It reminded Leonel of a venomous snake. Her spear would lull one to sleep then suddenly accelerate, only biting down when it had reached its optimal potential. Though she wasn't as savage as the primitive man, Leonel could still sense her underlying venom. She held an ideology no less vindictive and blood thirsty than the primitive man had.
A loud whistle caught the attention of both Leonel and the woman whose body he was in.
The lady was soon approached by a group of three led by a young man with a bare chest rippling with muscles that seed carved of steel. They imdiately began speaking in a language Leonel couldn't understand, but, quite frankly, he didn't need to understand to see the leering and lewd gazes they looked at him, or rather, her, with.
It was only now that Leonel was no longer distracted by the woman's spearmanship that he got a good look at exactly what kind of beauty he was in the body of. If she were to be described in just a few words, Leonel would choose: stimulating to an impossible degree.
Leonel realized now that if there was no guarantee that the spear would have a male owner, then there was probably no guarantee that the spearman would be human either. This woman was definitely not human. Even if he was beaten to death, Leonel wouldn't believe that she was anything other than a succubus.
She wore nothing but two pieces of beast skin clothing. One was a strapless wrap that binded her chest, and the other was a short skirt that didn't even make it midway down her thighs. And, as though that wasn't enough, there was a slit on one side, exposing even more of her legs.
Her skin was dark, soft and flawless. Her every movent seed to emphasize the flexibility of her body — the way her hips winded like a pendulum, the way her breasts bounced with her every slight movent, even the way her hair waved in the wind.
If Leonel wasn't fused with her body, he would likely appreciate the view even if he didn't react much to it. But, since he was, he felt jittery and uncomfortable. This feeling only got worse when the woman seed to start flirting with the three n as though she would take them back to her ho for a round far more wild than anything Xinghai had tattooed to his body.
'Please, for the love of all that's holy… Don't do this to …!'
Unfortunately, the woman didn't seem to hear Leonel's screams. Or rather, this world was never designed for her to be able to.
She continued to flirt with the three n, making suggestive comnts and displaying her tantalizing figure without restraint or embarrassnt.
However, by the grace of so god up above, when the three n extended what Leonel interpreted as an invitation, the lady turned them down. Then, she said sothing that must have been an insult because the leading man turned red with rage.
These n probably thought it would be simple to vent their rage, but what happened next left Leonel, who wasn't even the target of the succubus-like woman, shivering.
Her spear was like the stinger of a murderous wasp. Due to the design of her blade, her array of attacks were all variations of a piercing motion. Yet, even with the lack of variability provided by hacks, chops and slashes, her moves seed impossible to deal with.
No matter how Leonel simulated, no matter what tricks he used, no matter how hard he tried, he realized that there would only be one conclusion if he were to battle this woman…
Death.
She toyed with her enemies, a seductive smile curling her soft lips as she stabbed toward them again and again.
The three n tried to run away after their pride had been crushed, but the succubus' speed was too dazzling. She fluttered around like a butterfly, cutting off the escape of three of them with ease and a beautiful smile on her face.
At so point, other people of their village converged to watch the good show. It wasn't long before Leonel realized that this wasn't 'their' village at all. Rather, it seed like these three n were outsiders who had been completely ignorant of this woman's power, and now they were paying the price for it.
Leonel lost count of the number of bloody holes that filled their bodies. They scread in agony, wanting to die, but the woman didn't seem intent on letting go of her playthings.
A long while later, the screams of the n finally died down.
Blood marred the practice grounds, but not a single drop had touched the seductive beauty. In fact, that sa smile was still on her face, looking toward the three dead bodies as though they were a masterpiece rather than the corpses of three n who had just been living and breathing.
In that mont, the woman's consciousness seed to turn toward Leonel, sothing that shocked him greatly. He felt a cold sweat cover his back as her eyes seed to invite him to play as well.
He startled awake, shooting up from his bed. The heaviness of his breath hung in the air as he tried to breathe, his chest heaving.
A long while later, he looked at the spear in his hand, his calmness returning to him. A cold gleam was sparked in his eyes. This wasn't exactly the consciousness he was looking for, but Leonel felt that it suited him quite well.
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