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Bright Star City, Bright Star Island, Flowing Stars Archipelago, Earth
Omniscient P.O.V.
Or, well, not exactly different, but more complex, if he had to put it into words.
Of course, it would be hypocritical to say he did not like it.
After all, the saying 'A female saint when outside, and a wild demoness in bed' existed for a reason.
Well, the mental dissonance would probably vanish after some time, something that none of them lacked now.
Mental dissonance aside, she was truly playing with fire.
Did she think he was an emotionless Buddha, someone who transcended worldly desire and could not be swayed by them?
If that were the case, why was he having so much sex with Seraphine every night?
He may not be a sex demon, but trying to tease him would only end badly for her.
Or rightly, depending on the point of view.
'Seems like she needs a little punishment.' He thought playfully before his figure vanished and reappeared right behind Liya's back, the latter's senses incapable of registering such fast movements.
A brief moment later, a sudden and loud slapping sound echoed in the room, bringing with it a feeling of pain mixed with unexpected pleasure to the mature woman's mind and body.
The sudden slap on her right buttcheek made her freeze for an instant before she turned toward the young man's direction with a resentful glare, though hidden inside was a glint of anticipation.
However, before she could say anything, she heard the words 'So soft' escaping his lips, making her speechless.
Feeling both happy and embarrassed, she snorted before dashing toward her own room, leaving only the word 'Pervert!' behind.
While light chuckles escaped his lips, he turned toward Bryn, who, funnily enough, was still waiting there, frozen in shock, her face a picture of embarrassment.
Seeing her adorable reaction, a mischievous grin suddenly appeared on his face, followed by him decisively walking in her direction.
Seeing him suddenly walking towards her, a dangerous grin plastered on his face, Bryn suddenly felt like helpless prey in front of a hunter.
In a panicked voice, she exclaimed. "I-I-I'm going to bed. I-I..."
Not caring one bit about her words, Demian swiftly grabbed her waist, pulled her body against his own, and pressed his forehead against hers, asking gently. "Am I that scary, Love? As your man, why would I hurt you?"
Before she could say anything—though it was doubtful she could have uttered any coherent reply anyway—, he pressed his lips gently against hers, making her mind crash even further.
Unlike Liya's demand for fiery passion, he knew Bryn would rather he use a slower and gentler approach. She may have had a female barbarian physique, full of lean muscles and attractive curves, but her personality was surprisingly soft and tender.
Well, when it came to him anyway.
Half a minute later, he slowly moved his lips away from hers, though he kept his forehead against hers, observing the cute, dazed look she sported, which brought a surge of warmth to his Heart.
'So cute!' He exclaimed inwardly, waiting for her to 'regain consciousness'.
A few seconds later, her mind seemed to recover enough for her to converse, though her expression was still full of shyness.
'Funny how alike her mother and she are, despite looking so different.' He contemplated her sharp features, which would normally evoke strength and ruthlessness, but now reminded him more of a shy maiden in love.
Truly wonderful...
Staring in her eyes, he asked, his tone gentle, though still with a hint of playfulness. "Did you enjoy the kiss?"
Although she felt a bit shy, she still decided to be truthful.
Thus, she nodded and replied with a humming noise.
His smile grew bigger when he heard her answer, prompting him to make her a promise. "Once we bond, I'll let you experience many more things. Things that I'm sure you'll enjoy even more..."
Well, she may lack practical experience, but she still knew what he meant.
Somewhat.
With the dark-golden hue on her cheeks deepening, she turned her head away and retorted. "Mom was right. You're really a pervert."
As a few chuckles left his lips, he replied. "I may be a pervert, but I'm the best kind of pervert." Seeing the curiosity in her eyes, he added. "Your pervert."
Rolling her eyes at his cheeky answer, the corner of her lips still rose to form a small smile.
Feeling satisfied with his gains of the day, he added. "Alright. We should both get to bed. As for the rest, it'll have to wait for later."
Pulling his arms back from her waist, he then gave her a last peck on her lips and left a few last words that would probably make it difficult for her to fall asleep tonight.
"Sweet dreams, my Love!"
Having sated his teasing urges, Demian's feet slowly brought him to his bedroom, a subconscious smile gracing his lips as he hummed a happy tune.
With his mind filled with the kiss he shared with Adeliya and Brynhild, each with their own... Delightful flavors, it was only when he opened the bedroom door and stepped into the room that he remembered that Seraphine had left earlier.
"Looking at your stupid smile, I assume that kissing my mother AND my sister felt nice." The Elven woman remarked, a hint of jealousy in her tone.
Focusing his gaze on her figure, his expression briefly lost focus, which was immediately followed by the woman's bursting into giggles.
"Well, Babe, it seems I still got it." She added with, this time, a hint of pride in her voice mixed with some relief.
Her words seemed to boot his brain back up, while his gaze, previously calm, turned fiery as he rested on her presently naked figure.
Indeed, the seductress was lying completely nude across their bed with her left arm holding her head and her right finger tracing the curve of her right hip from the bottom to the top, giving an image of languid temptation without any unwanted vulgarity.
Her body was truly an extraordinary marvel of nature, her form the perfect balance between roundness and sharpness, curve and muscles, her skin as smooth as dark milk, her hair shimmering different shades of purple under the Elemental Lamps' light, while her knowing smile and the grey veils covering the emptiness where her eyes were supposed to be evoked arcane mysteries.
If her mother was akin to an alluring noblewoman and her sister a charming female warrior, then Seraphine would be a mystical female spirit, full of enticing unknowns.
A mysterious and shadowy beauty full of allure who had stolen his heart a long time ago.
How could he even think of resisting?
With his lust erupting into a blazing inferno, Demian vanished his own clothes into his Void Ring while declaring in a hoarse voice. "Being teased by you three seductresses... Since I can't touch the other two, tonight you'll have to bear everything with your body."
Hearing his words, the woman felt a strange sense of twisted anticipation, though her rational mind still cautioned her to control herself.
Well, that part was immediately thrown out of the window when she felt her body being flipped over and Demian's following wild assault.
As soon as her belly touched the mattress, he grabbed her hands and moved them right by her head in a vice-like grip, making it impossible for her to move her arms even slightly before stabbing his unholy 'longsword' deep into her gut, bursting into her closed inner cauldron, its resistance too weak to even slow him down.
Then, he did not stop and pushed the latter so high beyond its normal position that a weaker woman would have had her inside explode into bloody fireworks, if his several hundred kilos in weight crashing violently against her body did not crush her bones into bone flakes in the first place.
As for the young woman, though she did feel some pain when receiving his first thrust, through the Perk's healing and strengthening effect, the pain swiftly transformed into a powerful surge of twisted pleasure washing over both her body and mind.
However, she was not the only one finding pleasure in the brutal act, though for Demian, it was not about enduring periodic torment, but instead it was about inflicting the relative torment itself.
If it were before his Heart breakthrough, not only would he have never hurt her—though she asked for it many times—, but the mere thought of hurting her would have been enough for him to despise himself, no matter if it was from her own volition and the consequences being null due to his Perks.
However, after having faced his own demons and dark tendencies, he was now fine with letting loose the darker urges buried inside him from time to time as long as it was with a willing participant and with no negative consequence for the woman on the receiving end.
In a way, it was the same in cultivation.