“…Damn it.”
After clashing with phisto, Yasmo Deus hid away, having fled the scene.
Her body was battered and partially disheveled from the damage taken during the previous clash.
It was inevitable. Though the body of a Mongma might as well be mist, direct interference with their magic would inevitably cause damage.
“To think that I’d suffer such humiliation at the hands of that snotty little brat. What a sight to live for.”
That runt, who once clung to the Demon King for dear life, now poses a threat to her.
Yet, more surprisingly, the source of that strength wasn’t the Demon King but rely a human man.
She watched out of cautious interest due to the organization she had recently joined, never imagining that phisto, having decided to abandon the Demon King, would obsess over such a person.
‘I thought you considered him rely a toy… Has that human man truly beco your new object of obsession?’
Although it diverged from the phisto she knew, Yasmo ultimately did not deny that desire.
Each demon was born with their own desires, and often, they didn’t understand why others were fixated on theirs.
If it wasn’t about losing hope over unattainable desires to the point of ending one’s life, then surely the reason to prolong that life must also be for abnormal reasons?
‘But respect and compromise don’t always coexist.’
Even if they knew each other’s circumstances, if they conflicted with their objectives, the result would always be conflict.
-Open.
Yasmo, recalling such a demonic principle, soon lifted her restored body and began to sluggishly open her eyes.
What her gaze fell upon was the view of an inn room below the rooftop she was standing on.
There, a man, still not fully conscious, sat on the bed, with phisto hesitantly standing in front of him.
She was likely explaining how to treat the magic she had implanted, but her actions lacked her usual confidence.
She seed more than just embarrassed by the encounter; she was ashad of the ‘acts of treatnt’ to co.
“Haha, truly a sight to behold in one’s long life. Even that arrogant little brat can show such embarrassnt.”
Sha.
It wasn’t an emotion usually felt by a demon proud of their desires, but if it took the form of love, the story would change.
In fact, demons like her, mongmas, felt a similar emotion to love in intimate relations with the opposite sex when they were inexperienced, and even Yasmo, who ruled as their queen, had such a period.
And such a shy period leads them to crave relationships with the opposite sex more, eventually indulging only in pleasure until it becos a habit…
“…Well, it must reach this level to taste the thrill of the hunt.”
Even in this mont of truth, the new desire the Queen of Mongmas found was a deviant sexual attraction towards the sa sex.
Such unproductive activities do nothing for reproduction, but to a great demon who had reached a level of aninglessness, it didn’t matter.
“Ah, phi♡ You have no idea how much I’ve coveted you… You couldn’t even dream of it.”
Yasmo, looking down at phisto, soon started licking her lips as if savoring the thought.
Every ti she saw her beco powerless after falling into the void, she had always wanted to break her.
At this mont, when sadism mixes with lust, the betrayal felt in personally violating her would surely provide the stimulus to evaporate the irritation she felt.
“I wasn’t originally here targeting you, but now that we’ve t again, I suppose I should prepare too.”
Yasmo, confident in that resolve, began to formulate a plan in her mind upon observing the man associated with her.
Considering phisto’s level, her ntal domination wouldn’t work.
However, vulnerabilities were considered more critical when they were external, beyond one’s ability to protect, rather than internal.
Connections like treasures of astronomical value or family, precisely because they were exposed externally, were not easy to protect.
‘Indeed, that man should be my target.’
Yes, even if he resisted her power, at most he would only be affirming himself, right?
Even now, if she saw an opportunity, she could amplify the power residing in his body before neutralizing it, making it possible to take him hostage.
From the standpoint of phisto, who rushed into a frenzy just by her touching him, it was clear that having his life in her hands would be enough to make him lose his will to fight and beco incapable of doing anything.
‘If I play with phi’s body while holding him hostage… No, perhaps it’s better to break his spirit first?’
There was no satisfaction in tornting soone if their body yielded but their heart did not.
And the best way to destroy one’s dignity was to teach them that what they held dearest was indifferent to them.
For example, if she were to violate the man she held dearest right before her eyes, and draw words of servitude to her directly from his mouth…
-Clop, clop.
While gradually completing the plan, the sound of footsteps began to be heard.
Realizing the significance of those footsteps, Yasmo’s expression visibly darkened.
“Ha, just the right ti… Why are there so many obstacles today of all days?”
She could understand phisto, but with the Four Heavenly Kings dead, it was unlikely there was another demon capable of such a feat.
For soone who was not a demon to break through her barrier, it was an affront to the pride of the Queen of Mongmas, skilled in illusion and seduction.
“My apologies. I had no intention of committing a breach of etiquette…”
Despite such a hostile attitude, there was a man looking down at her from a higher position.
Yasmo imdiately sensed upon seeing him.
That the opponent was not an ordinary human but a vampire, one who had ascended to the ‘True Ancestor’ level, possessing the greatest strength.
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