She gazed at this man radiating divine presence a hundred times purer than Goenitz's, and felt her worldview, values, and entire belief system being reconstructed.
Goenitz? The foremost of the Four Heavenly Kings?
Why would she still follow his orders? Play double agent? For what?
Compared to him, this young, handsome, powerful man brimming with "infinite possibility"—this "Divine Son"—was the true future!
"A wise bird chooses its tree."
"A wise vassal chooses their lord."
As the most cunning and pragmatic woman among the Hakkesshu, Mature knew exactly how to maximize her gains!
"Divine Son!"
Her voice became honeyed, dripping with seduction—enough to melt any man's bones.
"From this day forward, I, Mature, offer you... everything."
"My loyalty. My power. And..."
She slowly extended her tongue, tracing it across her sensual crimson lips, her gaze full of undisguised invitation.
"...this humble, but hopefully entertaining, body of mine."
[Ding! Detected Bond Character Mature emotional fluctuation at peak!]
[Current Affection: 100/100 (Maximum)!]
[Status: Fanatical Devotee. Absolute Submission. Ready to "dedicate herself" to the "God" at any moment!]
[SYSTEM WARNING! WARNING! This character's affection is built upon the Host's false "Divine Son" identity! Once exposed, her affection will instantly reset to ZERO and convert to UNDYING HATRED! At that point, she will employ 108 different methods to tear the Host into... tiny pieces!]
[System Commentary: Congratulations, Host. You have successfully conquered Orochi's First Secretary. However, please note—this is a rose dripping with lethal poison. Play with fire... and you will get burned. Tread carefully.]
Hearing the System's gleefully sardonic warning, Cloud couldn't help but feel a twinge of resignation.
He looked at this gorgeous woman who'd completely immersed herself in "mental fanfiction mode," ready to "dedicate herself" at any moment, and wondered if he'd gone too far.
This wasn't gaining a "subordinate."
This was planting a ticking time bomb right beside himself!
Guess I need to get stronger. Fast.
Cloud silently resolved.
He knew his only path forward was...
To make the "lie" become "reality" before the truth came out!
To become... a true god!
And this "fanatical devotee" who'd delivered herself to his doorstep would be the first—and most crucial—stepping stone on his path to godhood!
"Very good."
Cloud suppressed all distracting thoughts, reassuming his mysterious, dignified "divine" expression.
He slowly reached out, tilting up Mature's delicate chin with an air of bestowing favor.
"I accept your loyalty."
His voice dropped—deep, magnetic, like a devil's whisper.
"Now then..."
"Let me see for myself... just how entertaining this body of yours... truly is."
Without further hesitation, he swept her explosive, impossibly supple figure into his arms.
Then vanished from the rooftop in a flash.
He intended to experience every inch of her willing form.
...
The penthouse suite of the Grand Hyatt Tokyo materialized around them—Cloud had booked it weeks ago for precisely such "emergencies."
He set Mature down at the edge of the king-sized bed, but she didn't wait passively. Her hands were already working at the buttons of his shirt, those emerald eyes blazing with a hunger that had nothing to do with religious fervor.
"Divine Son," she purred, pushing the fabric off his shoulders, "let me worship you properly."
Cloud caught her wrists, pulling them above her head as he pressed her back onto silk sheets the color of midnight. "You're awfully eager for someone who tried to kill me five minutes ago."
"I was testing you." Her smile was pure sin. "You passed."
"Did I now?"
He traced a finger down the side of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his touch. The tight business dress that had looked so professional now seemed more like gift wrapping—and Cloud had always enjoyed unwrapping presents.
The zipper hissed down her spine. Mature arched into him as cool air kissed newly exposed skin, and Cloud discovered she'd forgone certain... conventional undergarments. Strategic planning, or perpetual optimism? With this woman, probably both.
"Beautiful," he murmured, and meant it. Her body was a weapon honed to lethal perfection—all dangerous curves and coiled strength. The "Beast" power thrummed just beneath her skin, responding to his divine flames like a wild thing recognizing its master.
She shivered as golden light played across her flesh—not from cold. "Your power... it's intoxicating."
Cloud lowered his mouth to the hollow of her throat, tasting salt and something darker—the faint metallic tang of her divine blood. "You haven't felt anything yet."
What followed was less a seduction than a conquest.
Mature was no blushing maiden. She met him move for move, her nails—thankfully retracted from their lethal claw form—scoring lines down his back as she pulled him closer. Her legs wrapped around him with anaconda strength, drawing him into her heat.
"Yes—" The word escaped her like a prayer.
Cloud set a punishing pace, and she matched it eagerly. Each thrust sent ripples of golden flame cascading across their joined bodies, his Chaos Divine Flame resonating with her Beast blood in ways that amplified every sensation tenfold. She cried out—not from pain—as waves of power crashed through her, burning away impurities in her bloodline, elevating her very essence.
"More," she demanded, raking her fingers through his hair. "Give me more."
He obliged.
Time became meaningless. They moved together through position after position—her astride him, golden hair cascading like a waterfall; pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Tokyo's glittering skyline; bent over the marble bathroom counter where the mirrors multiplied their reflections into infinity.
Through it all, their powers danced together. His divine flames and her Beast essence intertwined, separated, merged again—a primal choreography older than humanity itself. Each climax that wracked Mature's body came accompanied by surges of energy transfer, his purified Orochi power flooding into her, upgrading her bloodline with every shared peak.
She lost count somewhere after the fifth time. Or was it the seventh? The numbers blurred together, washed away by pleasure so intense it bordered on religious experience.
"You're... incredible..." she gasped during a rare moment of stillness, sprawled across his chest, their bodies still joined. "I can feel my power growing. How is this possible?"
Cloud traced lazy patterns across her sweat-slicked back. "Divine privilege."
She laughed—a genuine sound, stripped of her usual calculated seduction. "I chose well."
"You did."
He rolled her beneath him again, and her laughter transformed into something else entirely as the night stretched on.
...
When the moon finally retreated behind clouds—perhaps from embarrassment—the hotel suite fell quiet at last.
Mature lay draped across Cloud's powerful body like a satisfied serpent, her flawless features still flushed with afterglow.
Those calculating, dangerous emerald eyes now held nothing but hazy contentment.
Cloud was her first.
She had been utterly conquered.
Body and soul.
"Divine Son... my lord..."
Her voice carried the husky rasp of thorough use.
"The power within you... was simply... magnificent..."
As a "Beast" with the keenest sensitivity to power, she'd felt it clearly.
During their primal "grand union of life forces," streams of divine essence—a hundred times purer than her own Divine Tribe blood—had flowed continuously into her body!
That power hadn't just cleansed her bloodline of impurities, making her "Beast" force purer and stronger—
It had elevated her very soul!
She knew she could never leave this man now.
He was the most addictive drug, leaving her craving more—unable to stop.
Meanwhile, our protagonist Cloud lay with eyes closed, savoring the revolutionary changes occurring within his body.
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