"Very well. I will be right here, awaiting the Grand Speaker's arrival. I trust he will provide me with a satisfactory answer."
Zhou Yi's voice, coming from beside her, snapped Emilia out of her reverie. She came back to her senses just in time to see the Council's representative bowing respectfully and retreating from the Victor Family's council chamber at Zhou Yi's impatient wave of his hand.
The scene before her filled Emilia with an indescribable excitement. This was an honor the Victor Family had never experienced before. Even though it had little to do with them directly, she still felt a sense of shared glory.
*So this is the taste of power,* Emilia thought to herself, her face a picture of utmost respect. She looked at Zhou Yi, who sat in the main seat, and quietly lowered her body.
"Respected sir, thank you for your help to the Victor Family. If you don't mind, we hope you will stay with us for a few days, so that we may fulfill our duties as hosts."
The stunningly beautiful woman lowered her head and eyes, her gentle inquiry already carrying an indescribable soft charm. The low-cut gown she wore revealed an even more breathtaking view as she leaned forward, accentuating her graceful and voluptuous figure. She seemed completely unconcerned with what Zhou Yi might see, as if her true focus was whether he would care about what he saw.
This kind of tender, seductive approach—even this eagerness to please with her beauty—immediately made Zhou Yi realize the true intentions of these vampires.
He was astonished by the vampire beauty's decisiveness. After all, the saying "better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix" wasn't just for Chinese people; it was a universal truth applicable across all times and cultures. No one wanted to be someone else's subordinate, not even a vampire.
Yet, this vampire beauty seemed completely indifferent to such concerns. Having witnessed Zhou Yi's power and all that it brought, she appeared to have already decided on her path. Now, she was simply presenting her choice to him.
Looking at the beautiful woman before him—her face exquisite, her skin fair, her charm unparalleled—as she displayed such a submissive, inviting posture, Zhou Yi smiled and tilted her chin up with his finger.
"Madam, should I say you are truly bold? You dare to place such a heavy bet without even knowing who I am?"
Hearing this, Emilia flashed a captivating smile. Using the strength of Zhou Yi's single finger, she tilted her head back, her face displaying a heart-stirring submission.
"We were already on the verge of losing everything. In that case, why not bet our entire future on you, my Lord? We have nothing left to lose anyway. Besides, if we succeed, perhaps we will gain even more?"
These words once again reshaped Zhou Yi's impression of her. She was not merely decisive; more importantly, she possessed a heart brimming with ambition. Having already seen so much, she was clearly no longer satisfied with the power of the Victor family. She wanted more. And to obtain this "more," she had placed her hopes in Zhou Yi.
She was a vine-like woman, one who would cling to a powerful man like a parasitic plant, hoping to attain higher status and power. She lacked for neither means, nor schemes, nor boldness—all she lacked was a strong enough man to submit to. And now, that man had appeared. To her, Zhou Yi was the one worthy of her submission.
There are countless beauties in the world, and Zhou Yi had experienced many of them. Naturally, he had developed his own unique perspective. In his view, looks alone were no longer enough to define a woman's true beauty. No matter how stunning a woman was, if she lacked substance, she was nothing more than a vase—something to be played with for a while before losing its appeal.
Therefore, rather than focusing on appearance, Zhou Yi had long since learned to appreciate a woman's inner qualities. Jean Grey's devotion, Ororo's strength, Serana's innocence, Ada Wong's cold arrogance, Natasha's seductive versatility, and Susan's gentle kindness.
Compared to their peerless beauty, these inner traits were far more captivating. A beautiful woman without substance is easily forgotten. But a woman of substance who also possesses peerless beauty is unforgettable.
Zhou Yi had seen many beautiful women, but truly substantial ones were rare. He never expected to encounter another one here.
To be fair, Emilia was not an unparalleled beauty, but she was still one in a hundred. And compared to those who were not yet mature, or rather, not fully ripe, she possessed the unmistakable charm of a woman in her prime.
But beneath that mature allure, Zhou Yi saw a unique depth to her character. Her insatiable lust and greed for power, a drive so fierce she would sacrifice everything for it, gave her a strange, intoxicating charm.
She was like a beautiful serpent or a poppy flower—poisonous, yet impossible to resist. You knew she harbored not a shred of genuine tenderness or affection, yet you were still drawn to her dark allure.
Zhou Yi's mind remained clear, but his body felt a parching thirst. This was the essence of a mature woman's appeal: it could strip away all emotion and ignite the most primal of desires.
Any man would feel this impulse, and Zhou Yi did not resist it. He simply smiled, his fingertip gently caressing her chin.
"Emilia, you are the greediest woman I've ever met. Tell me, what do you hope to gain from me, and what can I gain from you? I want a clear answer. I despise schemes and trickery in my presence. Do you understand?"
Emilia offered a seductive, enchanting smile, remaining still as Zhou Yi continued his touch, and replied.
"I only hope that you will allow the Victor Family to join your ranks, and that I may become your spokesperson among the supernatural races."
"This seems to contradict what you're truly after, Emilia," Zhou Yi said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm a nobody in your world. Being my spokesperson wouldn't seem to bring you any benefit."
"That was in the past, sir. From today onward, who among the vampires, werewolves, and witches will not know of your existence? Even the Dark Council is prostrated at your feet. You are already the King of Darkness in all but name."
*The King of Darkness?*
Zhou Yi chuckled inwardly at the title. He had once been called the King of Light by a Demon King; now, a vampire was calling him the King of Darkness. If that Demon King he had burned alive with Sun God Fire were still around, would he jump out and confront Emilia face-to-face?
The thought was amusing.
"The King of Darkness... quite a title," Zhou Yi said, his tone playful. "Emilia, if I am to be the King of Darkness, what role have you carved out for yourself, the woman who wishes to be my spokesperson?"
Hearing this question, Emilia's face immediately lit up with joy. She knew Zhou Yi was already tempted; now it was just a matter of how much more she could push him in the right direction.
At this thought, her breathing grew heavy, and her eyes instantly turned misty. This was how women usually looked when overcome with emotion. However, she was clearly not moved by love, but rather by the intoxicating prospect of power, her excitement reaching a fever pitch.
A deep crimson flush spread across Emilia's face, striking against her skin, which was so pale it was almost translucent. She silently sank to her knees at Zhou Yi's feet, grasping the hand that was still stroking her chin and pressing it against her cheek as she rubbed it, her eyes closed.
"I will devote myself to building a kingdom in the darkness for you," she murmured. "You will be the supreme King, and I will be your most loyal subject. Trust in my abilities, my Sire. I will achieve everything I have promised."
Zhou Yi's own breathing grew heavy. He offered no resistance to the temptation of a woman in her prime, and his blood began to boil. Every man harbors a beast within, and Zhou Yi was no exception. Normally, this beast is kept locked in a cage, but sometimes, it breaks free.
Emilia seemed to sense the beast stirring within him. Her smile grew even more seductive. Taking Zhou Yi's hand, she rubbed her smooth cheek against the heated skin of his fingertips, then revealed her sharp fangs and began to nibble at them with the lightness of a dragonfly touching water.
Her movements were incredibly careful. The vampire's sharp fangs never pressed deep enough to break his skin, halting the moment they caused the slightest indentation. She wasn't trying to draw blood; she was using her unique anatomy—something no ordinary woman possessed—to tease him.
And she had to admit, this method worked wonders on Zhou Yi.
If Emilia had tried to attack him with the raw force a vampire uses to kill, she would have suffered greatly. After all, as a deity, Zhou Yi's body was far more resilient than any human's. Even the Hulk, with his invulnerability, might not have been able to match him. A vampire's fangs, no matter how sharp, would likely shatter before they could even pierce his outer skin.
But Emilia wasn't using force. She was employing a method far closer to seduction. The gentle pressure of her fangs against the muscles of his fingertips, combined with their slight friction, sent an indescribable, tingling itch through him. This sensation wasn't just physical; it was seeping, inch by inch, into his very heart.
And when she occasionally licked his fingertip, the slick, wet sensation shot through his body like an electric current, tingling from his fingertips to every corner of his being.
Zhou Yi was no saint, nor did he possess the fortitude to remain impassive in the face of such temptation. Though he had vowed to be a good father and a devoted husband, he found himself unable to resist her provocations. Besides, he had already justified it to himself.
Emilia didn't want his love; she wanted the power he wielded to intimidate the darkness. Whatever relationship they formed, it was ultimately just a transaction. She was giving herself to him in exchange for everything she desired. It was a fair trade.
With this thought, a self-indulgent smile spread across Zhou Yi's face.
He swept the voluptuous beauty, who seemed ready to melt into a puddle, into his arms. Amidst the awestruck gazes of the vampires, he strode toward the master's bedroom. The woman's soft, melodious laughter mingled with the sound of his footsteps, filling him with a strange, new sensation.
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