#15
“Greetings to our great master. Please call me Ange.”
“Greetings to our great master. Please call me Rose.”
Jeha blushed, observing the two succubi prostrating themselves before him. As befitting a race that bewitches people in dreams to drain their essence, their faces, figures, voices, and every expression exuded an overwhelming allure and sensuality.
Ange and Rose, as the two succubi introduced themselves, were identical. They appeared to be twin sisters.
Even as the two succubi rose to their feet and stood still, a subtle, captivating sensuality wafted from their forms. Their gazes, fixed on Jeha, carried an overt and sticky temptation that threatened the fragile heart of a lifelong virgin.
“How do you find them, Master? Do they please you? These girls should be able to melt even your contractor in an instant.”
Zephyr, observing Jeha’s reaction, spoke with a pleased expression.
Jeha nodded. He wasn’t sure of Hereis’s preferences, but the succubus sisters before him seemed capable of bewitching any man in the world, regardless of taste.
“It is an immense honor, a glory beyond measure in our lives, for our Master to personally entrust such a mission to our humble sisters.”
The succubus who introduced herself as Ange spoke. Jeha averted his gaze subtly from her ample, openly displayed bosom as he nodded. Yet, being a man, Jeha couldn’t help but steal furtive glances at her beautiful breasts, slender waist, and elegantly sculpted legs.
“There has never been a human our sisters set their minds to bewitch that we failed to ensnare, be they male or female.”
This time, Rose spoke. Having said that much, she approached him with a coy expression, swaying with each step. Then, kneeling before Jeha, she looked up at him, adding with a smile that oozed sensuality.
“Would our Master care to personally test if we possess the ability to successfully carry out the mission you have bestowed upon us?”
Twisting her waist slightly, Rose exposed her full, beautifully shaped bosom, sending a gaze brimming with temptation. From her emanated an aroma as intensely erotic and alluring as her very form. While seemingly an attempt at seduction, it was an overly aggressive approach for Jeha, steeped as he was in Confucian ideals. As Jeha unconsciously frowned, Rose, quick to sense his discomfort, rose and returned to her original spot.
“While both sisters are top-tier succubi, your contractor’s body is imbued with abundant divine grace, making direct approach difficult as they are. Our Master will need to bestow a small measure of power upon them.”
Zephyr stated.
Jeha quickly understood. This wasn’t just an ordinary human; it was Hereis, overflowing with divine power. Even a powerful demon might suffer significant harm from direct contact with him.
“Come here.”
Jeha extended his hand towards the two sisters. The two sisters approached with joyful expressions, kneeling directly before Jeha. Following his instincts, Jeha inflicted a cut on his finger with a paper knife from the table, then successively applied his blood to the foreheads of the two sisters. The two sisters, having received the dark baptism directly from the Demon King, could not conceal their ecstatic and moved expressions.
“Then, we shall seek him out tonight.”
Ange and Rose spoke, retreating with respectful gestures. Jeha nodded.
As Zephyr waved a hand, the two sisters withdrew from the room. Jeha rested his elbows on the chair and propped his chin in his hands, blinking with a troubled mind.
Even after the sisters had departed, the alluring scent they left behind still lingered at the tip of his nose. Their attire, designed solely to ensnare humans, and their forms, exuding fatal sensuality, shimmered before his eyes.
At Jeha’s appearance, Paimon and Zephyr exchanged knowing glances. However, Jeha was lost in his own thoughts, oblivious to their exchange.
‘In his mind, the two succubus sisters, with their captivating forms, inevitably appeared, crawling onto Hereis’s white bed. The two sisters, their glossy, raven black hair — a shade slightly different from Jeha’s own dark hair — cascading down, began to caress the peacefully sleeping Hereis with sensual touches. Then Hereis would open his eyes and discover the two sisters… The sisters’ pale hands would strip away Hereis’s chaste priestly robes, and the three would begin to intertwine…’
“Master?”
Jeha snapped back to reality at Zephyr’s call. Paimon silently approached and gently wiped Jeha’s lips with a handkerchief drawn from their pocket. Red blood stained the white handkerchief.
Jeha’s fingers traced his lips. His lower lip stung. He must have unconsciously chewed on his lower lip.
“Is something bothering you, Master?”
Paimon inquired.
“…It’s nothing. I want to be alone, so leave.”
Fearing his recent imaginings might be discovered, Jeha waved his hand dismissively, ushering Paimon and Zephyr out of the room. Then, rising from his chair, he flopped onto the wide, plush bed.
‘Ange, Rose. Ample bosoms. Slender waists. Erotic gazes and smiles. Hereis, with his chaste form. The sisters’ seductive hands caressing Hereis. And…’
‘……’
Jeha thought no further, burying his face in the bed and furiously punching the pillow. Whether it was due to the overwhelming stimulation, or some other reason, he felt inexplicably strange. It felt as if something displeased him, or perhaps he was simply in a bad mood; he couldn’t pinpoint the emotion, but it was undeniably irritating.
“‘Perhaps it’s because I’ve committed such a despicable and sneaky act…'”
Jeha thrashed on the bed for a long while before muttering, as if letting out a sigh. Now that he said it, it seemed plausible. Wasn’t Jeha known as someone who could live without laws? Strictly speaking, despite being called the Demon King, this felt like his first truly wicked deed. In that case, it might be guilt, self-reproach, or some similar emotion.
He didn’t know how long he tossed and turned on the bed. He wished he could just fall into a deep sleep, but an inexplicable, peculiar feeling swirling in his chest kept his eyes wide open.
Jeha turned his eyes to glance out the window. Already, darkness was descending upon the mysterious violet sky of the Demon Realm. By now, night would have fallen upon the Human Realm as well. Hereis must have safely returned to the temple after leaving the slums. Though there would likely be a commotion, he was intelligent and capable, so he would have explained himself well. If things had been resolved smoothly, he would probably be preparing for bed by now…
Jeha unconsciously began to chew on his lips again. His hands moved on their own, crumpling the bedsheets as if to tear them apart. After agonizing for a long while, Jeha finally succumbed to his desire and waved his hand through the air. Instantly, a large mirror materialized in the air, beginning to reflect the scene beyond.
The place revealed in the mirror was, indeed, Hereis’s room. As expected, the room was enveloped in darkness. On the white bed, Hereis lay neatly, his eyes closed. Even in sleep, his posture was immaculate and orderly, somehow so characteristic of him.
“‘Hmm…'”
Jeha lay prone on the bed, propping his chin in his hands, admiring the sleeping Hereis. Lying quietly with his eyes closed, he resembled a beautiful sculpture. Even though it was merely a person sleeping, Jeha found it strangely impossible to tear his gaze away. Jeha continued to gaze, mesmerized, at the sleeping Hereis.
How much time had passed? Suddenly, the space above Hereis’s bed distorted, then expelled two dark figures. They were Ange and Rose, the two succubus sisters.
Seemingly unaware that Jeha was watching, both immediately fixed their gazes on Hereis in the bed. After confirming Hereis’s face, the two sisters exchanged glances and smiled contentedly. It seemed Hereis’s appearance greatly pleased them.
[It feels like almost two hundred years since I’ve devoured such a beautiful human?]
Ange licked her lips with her tongue and murmured. Her dark eyes gleamed with avarice.
[Get a grip. This is no ordinary task. This is a critical mission directly commanded by our Master.]
Rose nudged Ange’s side, reminding her to focus.
Hearing Rose’s words, Ange’s expression grew slightly serious. Yet, she still looked somewhat captivated by Hereis.
The two sisters exchanged meaningful glances. Then, with a faint smile, they stealthily climbed onto the bed. Their already sensual attire, which openly revealed their voluptuous bodies, became disheveled, barely concealing their vital areas. That partial reveal was arguably more provocative than a full disrobing, causing Jeha to blush unconsciously.
The two sisters, having crawled onto Hereis, began to entwine themselves around him as if melting into his form. His heart needlessly pounded. Jeha wondered if he shouldn’t destroy this mirror immediately. But his eyes remained glued to the scene, just as they had been the first time he secretly watched an erotic video. It was exactly like that moment when he knew he should turn off the screen, but his fingers wouldn’t move, and his mouth hung agape.