Capítulo 23: The Smell of Ashtarot Underwear

Sarissa peeked from behind the wall, her eyes focused on the dark wood door with intricate carvings. It was Ashtarot's room.

Recently, he had installed a new security system from Earth that required a pin to enter.

No one knew the pin, except Moloch.

Moloch had a variety of side jobs, one of which was stalking Ashtarot and taking pictures of him. He even provided the designs for the clothes on Sorrel's dolls of Ashtarot, always knowing his friend's latest attire.

No one knew how he did it.

The most important thing for Sarissa was that Moloch had agreed to help her get inside Ashtarot's room. Now, she just needed to call him.

"Administrator, call Moloch," she said.

A blue screen appeared in front of her, and soon, Moloch's face appeared on it, a cunning smile playing on his lips. He knew he was about to make some good money.

"The only thing you need to do is open the door with the pin I give you. You need to be fast—it can't take more than two seconds. He'll go mad if he finds out the security camera was out for longer than that."

Moloch said, putting his feet on the table and munching on a small carrot. It was both his breakfast and lunch. He was so broke that today felt like a lucky day.

Sarissa furrowed her brows, looking down at him. "Stop talking. Who do you think I am? I can be faster than that."

"Alright then," he shrugged.

Moloch provided her with the pin, and as she waited for his command, she thought about how many things she could take.

Of course, not too much—Ashtarot would be furious if he noticed. But then again, the thought of him punishing her brought a twisted smile to her face.

'Ahhh~ I will get his underwear for sure. Is it better if it's in the laundry basket?'

Her mind buzzed with excitement, imagining all the things she could do with Ashtarot's underwear.

As soon as Moloch gave her the signal, she moved as fast as lightning. No one could see her, except for the security cameras if they slowed down the footage.

She entered the pin, the door opened, and she slipped inside his room. Sarissa's heart raced, pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.

Her hands trembled slightly as she took in the sight of Ashtarot's private sanctuary.

"Don't forget to give me the money! And also, don't stay in that room for too long! And don't get caught by the cat, alright?!" Moloch's voice crackled through the system.

She was too absorbed in her surroundings, the room she had dreamed of to understand what Moloch yapping about.

She took a deep breath, trying to inhale as much of Ashtarot's scent as possible. Oak, mint, and a hint of bourbon filled her senses.

'AHHHH~ This is the smell of Ashtarot!!'

She quickly turned off the system, silencing Moloch's annoying voice, which was disturbing the solemn atmosphere she felt.

She glanced around quickly, her eyes darting to the bed, the bookshelves, the dresser – each piece of furniture seemed to scream Ashtarot's name.

Moving to the bed, she dropped to her knees beside it, running her hands over the smooth, cool sheets.

She slowly climbed onto the bed, stretching out her body along its length. She pressed her face into his pillow, inhaling deeply.

The smell of him was intoxicating, a heady mix of his cologne and something distinctly personal and masculine. Her pulse quickened, and she closed her eyes, losing herself in the moment.

'NGGHHHH, ASHTAROT, MY LOVE! I FINALLY CAN SLEEP WITH YOU!'

Her mind raced with thoughts of him, fantasies she'd entertained for so long. She imagined him beside her, his strong arms wrapping around her body, holding her close.

The pillow beneath her cheek was soft, yet firm – just like she imagined him to be. She kissed the pillow, her lips lingering on the fabric, pretending it was his skin.

She wanted to leave her love juices, to release the pent-up desire that burned within her. But she knew she couldn't. Ashtarot had a keen sense of smell; he'd detect her in an instant.

'AHHH!!! I hope I can pleasure myself here so you can smell my pussy.'

She groaned in frustration, the desire to leave a trace of herself overwhelming but impossible.

Satisfied with inhaling his scent, she carefully tidied the bed, ensuring everything was perfectly in place.

She moved to his cupboard, her heart racing as she searched for his underwear. The laundry basket was empty, which made her curse under her breath.

Carefully, she shifted his neatly arranged clothes, making sure not to disturb their order. Ashtarot was meticulous, and he'd notice even the slightest change. Finally, she found what she was looking for.

'AAAKHHHH FINALLY I CAN SMELL IT!!!'

She gasped, taking a deep breath and savoring the aroma of his underwear.

'HAH! HAH! HAH!'

Her breathing became ragged, her face flushed, and her irises formed heart shapes. The scent made her so horny that she instinctively rubbed her thighs together, seeking some relief.

An idea struck her, and she placed the underwear on her head, the fabric covering her face and filling her senses with his scent. She felt elated, the aroma enveloping her completely.

Sarissa's knees grew weak, and she collapsed to the ground, imagining Ashtarot finding her in his room and punishing her in bed.

'Should I just stay here and wait for him to come back?' she wondered, her thoughts racing.

Her fantasies were interrupted by a soft meowing and the sound of something moving. It was Ashtarot's cat, Mr. Void, approaching her.

"Oh, Mr. Void, are you hungry? But I can't give you anything now. I'm sorry," she said, standing up and regaining her composure.

"Ah yes, I need to continue to wander this place," she murmured, moving towards the bookcase.

She scanned the titles, hoping to find a book that would give her insight into Ashtarot's interests.

As she pulled on a particularly interesting one, the bookcase moved, revealing a dark underground passage.

Her smile widened with anticipation as she stepped inside the secret room. The darkness was no problem for her; she activated her night vision magic, her blue eyes glowing in the dim light. She could see a long staircase leading down, and her excitement grew.

'What kind of secrets does Ashtarot hide here?' she wondered, her mind racing with possibilities.

However, as she prepared to descend, she sensed a presence behind her. Turning slowly, her heart skipped a beat.

Crimson eyes glowed menacingly in the darkness, fixing on her with an intense gaze.

"LADY SARISSA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY ROOM?!"