The Master Club never stayed quiet for long. By the time Elma had washed Ruv's blood from her hands and wrung the politician's sweat out of her crop top, another assignment was already waiting. Nitron never gave her rest. Weapons didn't rest; they were sharpened.
This time, she was called to the Red Chamber—a private suite tucked so deep in the building even staff avoided it. Velvet curtains swallowed the walls, gold trim gleamed like teeth, and the air reeked of incense strong enough to choke a god.
Nitron's voice slithered in her ear before she even stepped in. "Don't get comfortable. He isn't like the others. Test him, tease him, break him—but don't underestimate him."
Elma licked her lips. "When do I ever?"
[System Alert: Assignment Incoming]
Client Tag: Demon Noble (High Class)
Risk: Severe – Mental + Physical
Reward: Tiered XP, Hidden Skill Chance
The man waiting sprawled in the middle of a leather couch, half-shirtless, a body carved like obsidian and eyes lit with violet fire. He looked almost human until the light shifted—horns curling back from his temples, veins pulsing faint purple, his chest moving with a slow, predatory rhythm.
"You're late," he said. His voice was velvet on a blade.
"I don't clock in for anyone," Elma replied, sliding into the room. Her heels clicked against marble, her smirk daring him to object.
He watched her hips, the sway of her legs, then chuckled. "Nitron's toy."
"Wrong," she said, climbing onto his lap without asking. "Nitron's weapon."
His laugh rumbled low in his chest, vibrating against her thighs. "Prove it."
She ground down slow, teasing, testing. She could feel his body react beneath her, the heat building between them, his hands gripping her waist like iron. For a moment, she let herself enjoy it—his strength, his hunger, the way her own body hummed with forbidden thrill.
Her thoughts burned dirty. I can take my climax before I end him. Just one. Just enough to remind myself I'm alive before I spill his guts.
His fingers brushed her thigh, hot and calloused, trailing higher, higher, until he pressed against her through the thin strip of her skirt. Her breath caught—damn it, she was wet already.
"Sensitive," he murmured, smirking. "Maybe Nitron's little weapon likes being handled after all."
Elma clawed his chest hard enough to draw blood, crimson mixing with that faint purple glow under his skin. She smeared it across his abs with a slow drag of her hand.
"I like foreplay," she hissed, grinding harder, "but don't forget—I came here to finish you, not fuck you."
[System Warning: Distraction Detected]
Penalty Chance: 15%
He leaned back, enjoying every flicker of conflict across her face. "Finish me, then. Or admit you'd rather ride me until you break yourself."
Elma bared her teeth. "Cute."
Her lips crashed against his throat, biting hard. He groaned, gripping her hips, his fingers digging bruises into her skin. She let the moment ride—heat, sweat, the delicious throb of power between them—before shoving him back.
Then she dropped low.
Her mouth closed around him, and the taste hit instantly—wrong, bitter-sweet, like molten iron and rotten honey. A thick, glowing purple essence spilled against her tongue, sliding down her throat. Not human. Not safe.
She gagged, shuddered, and then laughed, the sound vibrating around him. She pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes burning.
"What the fuck are you made of?"
He smirked, fangs sharp. "Demon royalty. You think Nitron would waste your pretty mouth on a human?"
The system flickered hot, flooding her vision.
[Skill Chance: ???]
Condition: Drain Fully / Survive Corruption
Elma spat the glowing fluid onto his chest, smearing it with her nails like war paint. "Then I'll make sure the last drop of your royal essence ends up on this couch."
He lunged, pinning her beneath him, lips crashing against hers, tongue forcing past, filling her mouth with that same bitter essence. Her body trembled, half with disgust, half with pleasure. She clawed at his back, grinding up against him anyway, because she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her back down.
Her mind whispered: Just a little longer. One more grind. One climax—and then I rip his throat open.
The lights flickered. The couch shook. The whole room seemed to bend around the heat of them. And in the chaos of pleasure and violence, Elma's nails slid higher, curling against the base of his horn.
With a vicious twist, she snapped it clean.
The demon noble roared, power spilling wild, purple ichor flooding from the break. Elma drank it in, her body lit with new fire, her mind exploding with system notifications.
[Quest Complete]
+2 Levels
Hidden Skill Unlocked: Corruption Drain
Drain demonic essence to fuel both Lust and Violence.
The demon collapsed back, twitching, leaking glowing ichor across the couch. Elma climbed over him, panting, her body still humming with raw need.
She wiped her mouth, smeared her lipstick, and smiled down at him like he was nothing but dessert she hadn't finished.
"Thanks for the climax," she whispered. "Now die for me."
She drove the broken horn straight through his chest.
Nitron's slow clap echoed from the doorway, his smile sharp as always. "And here I thought you'd get lost in the pleasure."
Elma rose, her skirt ripped, her mouth still glowing faint purple, her body shaking from both lust and power. "Never underestimate me, boss. I know how to fuck and kill at the same time."
[System Update: Assignment Complete]
+2 Levels
New Skill: Corruption Drain (Active)
The club would talk about this night forever—the night Elma fucked royalty and killed it in the same breath. And she was just getting started.