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What the man was experiencing was merely a vivid dream. He humped a cushion like a mindless chihuahua in heat, already ensnared by one of Maria's Dream Spells.
"As if I would ever like a disgusting man like you…"
Maria held impossibly high standards for men. Lucifer, Jonathan, and Susanoo were all extraordinary, immensely handsome, powerful, and genuinely kind. No other man could ever measure up in her eyes.
She had seized the opportunity when invited into the Slave Market Master's office, planting a Dream Spell deep inside his mind.
Undetectable, embedded within his very soul, the man believed every fantasy felt utterly real.
When he finally finished, he gazed at Maria with dazed, adoring eyes.
"The Spell of Lust has him. He's mine now."
She avoided Soul Chains; those left lingering resentment and visible inner struggle. The magic Lilith had taught her was far more lethal—once the conditions were met, it could effortlessly conquer hearts and minds.
