"Why did you stop? Keep going..."
Several hours later, a teasing whisper brushed against Samael's ear, warm breath spilling into his ear canal with almost unbearable allure.
Samael, however, remained completely expressionless. He pried the pair of slender arms from around his neck and stared at the white-haired woman sprawled across the bed, her eyes heavy with seduction as shameless invitations spilled from her lips. He was as unmoved as an old monk in meditation, his heart utterly still.
"What's wrong? Don't like this type? Then I'll switch to another."
A playful voice came from nearby. The figure sitting at the table sipping tea casually snapped her fingers, and the white-haired woman on the bed immediately distorted beneath ripples of purple light, transforming into the cold and aloof Lion King.
"Lord Samael, the world should be gathered into my hands. Royal Sister's treasures are no exception. I command you, here in this courtyard, right beside Royal Sister's room, offer me everything you have!"
Samael casually swept the illusion away without the slightest reaction.
"Not into that kind of thing? No problem. How about this?"
Mari blinked, her eyes shimmering. The scattered motes of light before Samael condensed into two figures, one clad in blue-black and the other in gold and white.
"Artoria, my dear little sister. In the end, you still fell into my hands."
The cold-faced Witch gripped the Lion King's wrist tightly with her left hand and bound it to one corner of the bed canopy. The lightly dressed goddess knelt there in an unmistakably classic pose of humiliating defeat.
"Samael, my husband, what are you waiting for? Whether it is our victory or this trophy, both should be enjoyed by the two of us tonight."
Morgan moved behind Artoria. Their identical faces pressed together from the side as the captive King of Knights was subjected to an exceedingly provocative performance, recreating a classic scene of the Witch corrupting the goddess.
Even with the two sisters clinging to him from either side, the Ancient Serpent remained as stiff as a wooden post, showing no reaction whatsoever.
"Tsk. Still not satisfied? You really are greedy. Then how about these?"
For once, Mari actually looked troubled. Then her eyes turned, and the shifting lights and shadows successively took shape as Tiamat, Ishtar, and Ereshkigal sitting nestled together; Themis and her niece Athena waiting for a game of chess; the three Gorgon sisters, one large and two small, tangled together; Scáthach, Queen of the Land of Shadows, pressed close to Skadi, Goddess of Winter; and the gathered female companions of the Argonaut heroes.
The increasingly bizarre spectacle around him soon abandoned all restraint.
Helen of Greece, Hassan of the Serenity from the Temple of the Evening Bell, Queen Boudica of Britannia, the three Valkyrie sisters led by Hildr, and even Brynhildr all squeezed onto the bed one after another.
Yet no matter how many times the scene changed, Samael's eyes remained fixed on the white-haired woman sitting at the table, leisurely drinking tea while showering him with these so-called benefits. His gaze carried an indescribable mixture of frustration and resentment.
"Oh my. Don't tell me you actually want Big Sister to participate personally? I thought of you as a partner, and you're trying to make a move on me!"
Mari looked close to tears as she gently pressed a hand against her chest, appearing deeply wounded.
But after only a few sentences, excitement began sparkling in her purple eyes, and her true nature immediately showed itself.
"I wouldn't mind, you know. Hurry up and tell me, what position do you like best? I'll prepare myself."
"Get lost! You trashy woman, stay away from me from now on!"
Faced with this shameless flirt eagerly offering herself up, veins bulged on Samael's forehead. He grabbed her wrist and, cursing all the while, decisively hurled her out the window.
"Tsk, tsk. Treating a lady so roughly is really quite improper."
Yet as the air twisted, the white-haired woman criticizing his lack of manners was still sitting exactly where she had been, her long legs crossed as she continued sipping tea.
"To hell with that! Stop pretending. I'm not a Knight, and you're no lady!"
Standing beside the bed, Samael snapped irritably. At this point, he had completely abandoned any idea of physically reeducating this shameless woman.
A Succubus was essentially a mass of spiritual existence, slippery beyond belief. Not only could she weave one lifelike duplicate after another from fragments of dreams, but physical stimulation had absolutely no effect on her.
So no matter how hard he had gone at it earlier, even if he had performed an entire catalogue of Tokyo Hot material, all he had really done was use a pile of dolls Mari shoved at him to put on an intense live action performance for her personal amusement.
No, that wasn't quite right!
The actual experience had been even worse than using a doll.
At least with a doll, he could choose somewhere private and relax to his heart's content. Instead, he had just been observed like livestock being bred while she offered running commentary designed to send his blood pressure through the roof.
Samael complained inwardly with a thoroughly foul expression, his face growing darker by the second.
"Are you sure you won't reconsider? Big Sister can do it too."
Mari continued shamelessly advertising herself, sounding like a neglected wife. Yet deep within those purple eyes was the same malicious amusement that always made people want to keep their distance.
"Say one more word and I'll brick you into a stone statue! If you really want to experience what Morgan didn't finish, I can arrange that!"
The chilling words seemed cold enough to freeze the air itself.
The mischievous Succubus, who had been bouncing around with far too much enthusiasm, immediately shrank her neck and behaved herself, sitting quietly to one side while muttering under her breath.
"Why are you being so fierce? We haven't seen each other in so long. I was only celebrating a little."
Even if the petrification powder had not completely sealed Mari's movements, it had still affected her considerably. Otherwise, how could a Succubus who lived to stir up trouble possibly have remained quiet for so long?
"Forget it. Since you're out, at least do something useful, Mari."
The Ancient Serpent raised a hand and rubbed his throbbing temples before snorting coldly.
"I'd like to, but all I know how to do is sneak through doors, pick locks, disguise myself, and create dreams. I can't beat anyone head-on..."
Mari shamelessly admitted the limits of her abilities, making it perfectly clear that she had no intention of taking responsibility for anything difficult.
Samael rolled his eyes at the slippery Succubus, then cut off her avenue of retreat with a cold snort.
"Don't worry. I only need you to follow my script and weave a dream. That is definitely within your area of expertise."
"You already thought of a new script and some new positions?"
Mari's purple eyes lit up with excitement.
Samael slowly turned his head toward her, smiling without any warmth.
"What did you just say? Could you repeat that?"
Faced with a smile so unnervingly pleasant that it bordered on twisted, Mari shuddered as a powerful sense of danger surged through her.
Based on her extensive experience dancing across other people's boundaries, she knew that if she kept provoking him, she was about to get herself killed.
Thus, with her survival instincts fully activated, the shameless Succubus immediately sat up straight like an obedient child and agreed without hesitation.
"Weaving dreams? That's what I'm best at. I guarantee I'll complete the job!"
Samael gave Mari a long, meaningful look. The shameless woman, who had greeted him with an entire series of surprises the moment she escaped, spent the next fifteen minutes sitting there nervously before he finally spoke.
"Not a pleasant dream. A nightmare..."
"So who is it for?"
Now that they had finally gotten down to business, Mari could not help asking curiously.
"A bastard who keeps finding excuses to come over and mooch meals..."
Samael answered irritably. His gaze flickered, and something unfathomably deep seemed to stir within the darkness of his eyes.
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At the same time, inside Sir Ector's estate, a handsome blond young man fast asleep suddenly felt an inexplicable chill.
He sneezed violently and jolted awake from his dream.
Strange... who's talking about me...?
Kai wrapped the blanket more tightly around himself, but the strange feeling quickly faded beneath his drowsy murmuring.
Hot pot... delicious...
Lamb chops, so tender and juicy... another serving!
Roast leg of lamb... mm, this one's good too...
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