Chương 5: Captured demon
Veyron's crimson eyes roved over Sinith's body, a devious grin slowly spreading across his face. As he took her offered hand, his gaze shamelessly drifted downward, taking in the full view of her generous curves. Her dress clung to her form, hugging her waist before flaring out just enough to tease the tops of her thighs. When she shifted her weight, the fabric dipped ever so slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of creamy skin.
[System Notice: Scanning target…]
[Fox-Girl's stats updated: 90% compatibility. Quest reward: Access to Illusion Magic and 1% of your former power upon successful taming.]
"Wait, wait, hold up," Veyron muttered, eyes darting to the floating screen. "One percent? That's it?! Do you know who I am?! I was a god in my previous world! You're telling me conquering this fine flesh light only gives me One percent!
[System Alert: Yes, Host. Rebuilding your power will require patience and effort. ♥ Besides, we both know you're not one to turn down a good challenge, especially when it's wrapped in such an... enticing package.]
"Why you..." Veyron's eye twitched as he argued with the system internally. "You're lucky I can't throttle you, you glorified menu screen."
Sinith tilted her head, a small smirk on her lips. "Talking to yourself, demon?" she asked, her tone playful. "Or do you have a little voice in your head nagging you?"
"You have no idea," Veyron muttered under his breath.
Sinith's smirk widened. "Come on, demon," she said, turning on her heel. "Follow me. I know a place where we can... talk."
As she began to walk, her hips swayed side to side, the slit of her dress revealing smooth, toned legs with each step. Veyron's eyes locked onto her swaying rear, his mind racing with devious thoughts. Oh yes, let's see... maybe I'll have her on her knees begging for more... or better yet—
[System Alert: Achievement Unlocked: "Pervy Scumbag." Reward: None. You just get to live with the shame.]
"Damn you!" Veyron cursed under his breath, glaring at the screen. "How about you shut the hell up you certified vigin of a system?!"
But the system didn't respond, only flashing its mocking little heart symbol. Growling in frustration, Veyron quickened his pace to follow Sinith, his eyes still glued to the hypnotic sway of her hips. "Things im gonna do to you better yet if you have a little lover." he muttered. Just you wait, fox-girl. By the end of this, you'll be the one panting and begging for more.
As they turned down a narrow alleyway, the bustling sounds of the village faded behind them. Veyron's eyes narrowed as they approached the far end, where an extravagant, polished carriage awaited. Its black lacquered surface gleamed in the sunlight, gold trim and ornate demon motifs carved into its sides.
Veyron's brows shot up. "Well, well, looks like I've found myself an upscale sugar mama," he said with a grin. "I didn't peg you for the wealthy type."
Sinith turned to face him, her smile as sweet as honey. "You'd be surprised, demon. Appearances can be deceiving."
Before Veyron could retort, the carriage doors burst open, and a group of robed figures stepped out, their staffs glowing with magical energy. Veyron's instincts flared, but it was too late. He found himself surrounded, the alleyway blocked on both ends.
"What the—?" Veyron snarled, glancing around. "What's the meaning of this, darling?"
Sinith's playful smile turned sharp. "Oh, did I forget to mention?" she said, tilting her head innocently. "The name's Sinith Goldman. Of the Goldman family, renowned demon hunters."
Veyron's eyes widened. "Demon hunters?" He threw back his head and let out a barking laugh. "Oh, that's rich! You think a little ambush like this is enough to stop me?" He thrust his hands forward, trying to summon a wave of dark magic. "I'll turn all of you into ash!"
He made a grand sweeping gesture, expecting a burst of black flames... only for nothing to happen.
Fizzle. A tiny, pathetic wisp of smoke curled from his fingertips and disappeared into the air.
The robed mages blinked in confusion. One of them turned to Sinith. "Uh, Lady Goldman, are you sure this is the demon we were supposed to capture? I'm not sensing any demonic aura from him."
Veyron's face turned crimson, veins bulging in his forehead. "How dare you—! I am Veyron, the Dark Lord, the Bane of Heroes, the—"
"Yeah, yeah, we've heard it all before," one of the mages muttered, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, he just looks like a crazy cosplayer who got lost on his way to a festival."
"Cosplayer?! I'll show you a festival of pain, you insignificant—" Veyron's rant was cut short as one of the mages sent a bolt of magical energy that wrapped around him like glowing chains, pinning his arms to his sides.
"You'll all regret this!" Veyron spat, struggling against the restraints. "When I regain my powers, I'll turn your entire bloodline to dust!"
Sinith leaned in close, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Maybe, but for now, you're just a pathetic demon in chains," she whispered with a smirk. "You should learn to be more... careful who you trust."
Before he could retort, the mages dragged him toward the carriage. Veyron was thrown into the back, his protests cut off by the slamming of the door. As the carriage rumbled forward, he lay on the cold, hard floor, bound and utterly humiliated.
[System Alert: New Achievement Unlocked: "Captured and Cockblocked." Reward: None.]
"UGHHH WILL SOMEONE SHUT THIS USELESS THING UP!" Veyron yelled at the screen.
[System Alert:Congratulations on your new achievement host!♥]
Veyron's curses echoed through the carriage, but deep down, even he couldn't deny it—he was well and truly screwed.
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