After dealing with the two mysterious assassins, I went back to the barbecue restaurant. I found Ron sitting in a booth in the corner, looking anxiously at the entrance. When he saw me, his face lit up with relief.
We ordered some food to go and headed back to our small apartment.
Once inside, I tossed the bag of takeout onto the small table. The delicious smell of grilled meat and spices filled the room, and we had a quick dinner.
Ron was still jittery, but the food seemed to calm him down a little. He kept glancing at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and fear.
"So... who were they?" he finally asked, breaking the silence.
Umbra devoured the two of them using my 'Share' skill, and their memories were transferred to me.
The two assassins were high-tier cyborgs, working for an organization called 'The Black Hand'. They were sent to capture me, alive if possible, dead if necessary.
The reason was simple. I grinded too many dungeons in a short amount of time, which drew their attention.
The Black Hand was a powerful, shadowy organization that operated in the gray areas of the law. They dealt in everything from illegal tech smuggling to assassinations to monster trafficking. They were the ones who controlled the flow of monster cores and other valuable materials in the city's black market.
And they didn't like competition.
"I told you. Some rats," I said, my tone casual. "They wanted to invite me to join their little club. I declined."
"But... they knew your name," Ron said, his voice barely a whisper. "They called you 'Azariel Pendragon'."
"News travels fast in this city," I said with a shrug. "Especially when a new A-rank adventurer shows up and starts making waves."
I didn't want to tell him the whole truth. Not yet. He was still too fragile. The knowledge that we were being hunted by a powerful organization like the Black Hand would break him.
"Are... are we in danger?" he asked, his hands trembling.
"We are always in danger, Ron," I said, my voice serious. "The moment you summoned me, you put a target on your back. The world is a dangerous place. But you're not alone anymore. You have me. And I have... friends."
I could summon both Umbra and the white snake into this world. Moreover, I still have the Cinder Wraiths and the Lust Worms.
'Heheheh, the Lust Worms will be perfect for dealing with Miko,' I thought with a smirk.
"You... you're not going to leave me, are you?" he asked, his eyes wide with a sudden, primal fear. The fear of abandonment.
I looked at him, at the scared, broken boy who was trying so hard to be strong. I saw the desperation in his eyes, the desperate need for a protector, a guide, a goddess.
"No," I said, my voice firm. "I'm not going anywhere. You're my contractor. Your survival is my survival. Your strength is my strength. We're in this together."
A wave of relief washed over him, and he slumped in his chair, the tension draining from his body.
"Tomorrow," I said, my tone business-like. "We're going to the hospital. We're going to pay for your sister's treatment. All of it. And then, we're going to find a new place to live. This apartment is too small, too exposed."
"A new place?" he asked, looking around the small, cramped room. This place, as pathetic as it was, had become a sanctuary for him. A safe haven in a world of chaos.
"A safe house," I corrected him. "Somewhere with good security, multiple escape routes, and enough space for me to... practice. And don't worry, I'll handle the arrangements. You just need to focus on your training."
He nodded, a new determination in his eyes. He was starting to understand. He was starting to see the bigger picture. This wasn't just about making money to save his sister. This was about survival. This was about power.
"Good," I said, a small smile playing on my lips. "Now, let's go and have a hot bath together."
"!!!" His face turned a bright shade of red. He looked at me, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and... something else. A flicker of that old, familiar lust.
During this week, I milked him every day using my succubus tails to restore my mana, but today I want something else.
A week with no sex is no joke for a Nephalem of Lust.
"What? You have something on your mind?" I asked, my voice a low, seductive purr. I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear. "Don't tell me you're shy. I've seen every inch of you, remember?"
He shivered, a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with the cold.
"I... I... no, I'm not shy," he stammered, his gaze dropping to the floor.
"Good," I whispered, my hand gently stroking his cheek. "Then let's go. I want you to wash my back."
I stood up, holding out my hand to him. He hesitated for a moment, then took it, his hand trembling slightly in mine.
Ron followed me into the small bathroom like a man walking toward his execution.
The apartment's bathroom was tiny, barely large enough for the old bathtub and the cracked sink. Steam slowly filled the room as hot water poured from the rusted showerhead, fogging the mirror.
I could hear Ron swallowing nervously behind me.
"Hehe... relax," I said, glancing at him over my shoulder. "You look like you're about to faint."
"I-I'm fine," he lied instantly.
Cute.
Without ceremony, I peeled off my blood-stained black bodysuit, letting it drop to the tiled floor with wet slaps. The sudden freedom was a relief. My skin, pale in the fluorescent light, felt sensitive, alive.
Ron's breath hitched.
I didn't have to look to know what he was seeing. The curve of my spine, the narrow dip of my waist, the swell of my hips. He was memorizing every inch.
"Strip," I ordered softly, not even looking back at him. "Or do I need to do it for you?"
He jumped at my voice. With trembling fingers, he began removing his gear, revealing the fresh bruises and half-healed cuts from today's training. His body had changed in just one week—leaner, tighter, small muscles starting to show under the skin.
I stepped under the spray first, letting the hot water run over my curves. The blood and grime washed away in pink rivulets down my pale skin. A low, satisfied hum escaped my throat.
"Come here, Ron."
He finally stepped in behind me, completely naked now. The moment the water hit him, he let out a shaky breath. I could feel his gaze burning into my back, especially lower.
I handed him a bar of soap without turning around.
"Wash my back."
His hands were hesitant at first—gentle, almost reverent—as he lathered my shoulders. But as he worked lower, his touch grew bolder. I felt his breath quicken against my neck.
"You've been such a good boy this week," I purred, pressing my back against his chest. His hardness twitched against my ass. "Fighting through the pain. Killing. Growing. You deserve a little reward, don't you?"
"Y-yes," he choked out.
I turned slowly, facing him. My massive breasts gently slapped his right cheek. His stormy blue eyes were dark with lust now, the haunted look temporarily drowned out by raw need.
"Clean me up..." I leaned close, my lips just inches from his. "...and make sure you don't miss a single spot."
He shuddered at my words. With trembling hands, he began to lather my breasts, his movements slow, worshipful. I closed my silver eyes, tilting my head back. His touch was still clumsy, but that was part of the charm. This innocent desperation was its own kind of delicious.
His fingers brushed against my nipples, and I let out a soft moan.
"Lower..."
He complied, washing my stomach, my hips, the curves between my thighs. When he finally reached my vagina, he paused, breath catching.
I opened my eyes, staring down at him.
"Well?" I whispered. "Don't be shy."
His fingers brushed my folds, tentatively at first, then more confidently as I didn't stop him. I felt my body responding, warmth building inside me.
After washing me clean, a seductive smile bloomed on my lips.
"My turn."
Before he could respond, I pushed him back against the shower wall and dropped to my knees. The water cascaded over my head as I took him into my mouth in one smooth motion. Ron's head slammed back against the tiles with a choked cry.
"F-fuck—!"
I worked him mercilessly, using every trick I'd learned thanks to Eva and Bea. My tongue swirled, my throat relaxed, and my hands slid up to gently cup his balls. He was trembling, overwhelmed by pleasure.
He didn't last long.
With a strangled shout, he came hard, hips jerking. I drank every drop, my succubus nature humming with satisfaction as fresh energy flowed into me.
But I wasn't done.
I stood up, licking my lips. Ron was sagging against the wall, dazed, eyes half-closed.
"Turn around," I commanded softly, my hands guiding him to face the tiled wall. He complied without hesitation, pressing his palms against the slick surface.
I positioned myself behind him, my nipples grazing his back as I leaned close to whisper in his ear.
"You've fought so hard this week... tonight I'll give you plenty of rewards."