Demon Bat: Wake up, I am you, stop deceiving yourself!
Wayne couldn’t pass the buck, feeling both ashad and resentful.
To be honest, the reason for his anger was partly due to jealousy and resentnt.
In a fit of rage, he quickened his movents, knocking Martia off balance, sending her crashing to the edge of the pool.
Martia: 0(:3)～(’､3」∠)_
Although she was in Hell, at this mont, she reached Heaven.
Splaaash————
Amidst the splashing water, the Demon Bat stepped out, its body slowly rising, spreading its massive black and white bat wings in midair.
Underneath its wings and in various places, its tentacles retracted back into its body.
Lust took a step back, ashad of its own fear, waved a hand, and pulled the Demon Bat down from midair.
In human form, Lust was about 1.8 ters tall, appearing sowhat small and fragile in front of the 2.5-ter Demon Bat, as if seeking refuge. She narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a pair of bat wings at her back, showcasing the true appearance of the Succubus King.
Very similar to the Demon Bat, with wings, a tail, and a pair of backward-curving handles—ugh, backward-curving ram horns on its forehead, with bewitching and sinister square pupils.
Wayne, previously hiding inside Martia to avoid Lust’s perception, had not observed this Succubus King.
Now taking a closer look, he couldn’t help but consider this body the most perfect female form.
Lust raised herself taller, reached out to hold the neck of the Demon Bat, pressing their chests together exerting great pressure, yet her eyes remained cold, devoid of the glow of desire.
Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t the fire of lust burning, but a fighting spirit.
Co on, if you dare, wipe out too!
Wayne: (는_는)
Demon Bat, what did you do in Paradise Lost, is this really the legendary Lord of Lust?
Lust was perfect, so beautiful that Wayne couldn’t resist, didn’t want to resist, he had to distract himself with scattered thoughts to interrupt the enchanting notes in his mind.
Such long legs, it’s a pity not to pedal a tricycle!
Such a beautiful back, it’s a pity not to do so cupping therapy!
Such a pretty mouth, not eating...
The effect was diocre; Wayne couldn’t withstand Lust’s charm, feeling frustrated at himself for not being as simplistic as the Demon Bat, who at least remained much clearer, persisting under Lust’s clutches for nearly two years without succumbing.
Wayne doubted he could hold out; just in case, he painfully rejected Lust’s challenge.
"I’m tired, let’s call it here, great Lord of Lust, you have won."
"I won?!"
Lust’s face showed joy, as if she had suffered much grievance, her eyes slightly reddened.
Before Wayne could breathe a sigh of relief, her expression suddenly changed, seductively saying, "I haven’t won; you just feel bored, right?"
How could it be, you don’t even know how beautiful you are!
Wayne shook his head repeatedly, expressing his willing defeat, and pleaded for Lust to give him a break, suggesting that they sit down and talk things over.
The effect was still diocre; Lust didn’t believe his nonsense, waving her hand to press him to the ground.
Lust: can can need new new!
Wayne tried making the Demon Bat struggle, but the Demon Bat refused to obey orders, indicating its actions were entirely influenced by Wayne, once Wayne’s instinct, now Wayne’s will.
First Wayne didn’t want to struggle, leading to the Demon Bat’s refusal to obey orders.
"Bastard, you’re just craving her body, stop trying to justify it!"
Wayne angrily rebuked the Demon Bat: "Wake up, she’s the Lord of Lust, the worst and most vicious female Archfiend in Hell."
"But you can’t deny, she is magnanimous, seeking salt like thirst, possessing the grace of accommodating others, a demon king capable of achieving great things."
"Damn, you’re still using idioms here!"
"I’m just expressing what’s in your heart."
"..."
Wayne was numb, maybe, possibly, most likely, ever since he took command of the Demon Bat, the voice speaking to him had been his own.
An angel who willingly fell, a devil who ensnares others, the two walking arm in arm, pulling down virtue into Hell.
As Wayne’s mind was caught in a storm of thoughts, Lust had just finished putting on a face mask, seeing today’s Demon Bat was weak, she rushed forward with laughter.
The sun was shining, the rain had stopped, the Lord of Lust felt capable again.
The scene switches.
(’､3」∠)_x5
Wayne sat on a chair, with voluptuous figures lying all around his feet, fighting victories repeatedly, feeling a bit of a lonely hero’s ennui.
This was clearly impossible.
He still maintained awe for Lust, even now unable to break free from her charm. Thinking of the information provided by Setoras, those demons who lost everything at Lust’s feet, he couldn’t help but shiver.
Wayne shook his head repeatedly, knowing he couldn’t resist Lust’s allure on his own, closing his eyes to recall the Moonlight of the mortal world.
Anastasia was gentle and generous, elegant and full of tolerance, only she could overco Lust’s charm and dispel the endless fantasies in his mind.
The effect was diocre; Anastasia couldn’t overco Lust; the latter was just too strong.
Wayne lanted, simultaneously summoning three luxury cars, calling over the three little ones and the secretaries, even bringing in Heya, Vizi, and a few other helpers.
Finally, under the guidance of the dean, he completely overwheld Lust, dispersing the infinite fantasies in his mind.
Victory!
Wayne stood up happily, then looking down at Lust by his feet, feeling just...
Damn, she’s still so beautiful!
His exclamation ca from a love for beauty, with no more lingering wicked thoughts, no longer bursting to fight when seeing Lust.
With thoughts cleared, Wayne tried once again to communicate with the Demon Bat, but the latter responded blankly, without those previous relentless idioms.
There was no separate Demon Bat; it was rely the Avatar’s instinct. It was Wayne himself who conversed, affected by Lust, his own magnifying desire.
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