Chapter 92: Seduction in the City of Sin
Noah and his team finally stepped foot onto the Demon Continent.
Their auras were carefully concealed, their appearances subtly altered to blend in with the chaos of the land. There was no need to disguise themselves as full demons—plenty of humans, elves, and beastkin walked these streets. Most were criminals, exiled from their homelands, or merchants chasing profit in places others feared to tread.
In this land, morality was optional. Power, coin, and cunning were king.
Noah, ever the trickster, cast an illusion over himself that made him appear delightfully ordinary—nothing to draw attention. The others followed suit with their own concealments.
The moment they crossed the border, the air changed.
It was heavy. Unwelcoming. The atmosphere buzzed with quiet malice, as if the land itself thrived on violence and desire. Eyes followed them—hungry, judging, calculating.
"So, Leona," Noah asked, voice casual as they approached a towering black city gate. "What now?"
"Nothing complicated," she replied coolly. "Just bribe them. Here, gold does more talking than strength."
Noah waved his hand dismissively. "Then I’ll leave it to you."
She nodded and walked ahead, shapeshifting as she moved—her form twisting into that of a high-ranking demoness, regal and intimidating.
The rest followed in silence, playing the role of her obedient entourage. In this realm, anyone without obvious power was assumed to be a slave. It was better that way.
As they reached the gates, Leona tossed a heavy pouch of gold at the guards with a cold smirk.
"Take it."
The guards scrambled to catch it. Their eyes widened at the weight and the glitter of coins.
"P-Please, great demoness—enter freely!" one of them stammered, bowing so low his horns scraped the stone.
The law of the land was simple: strength ruled. And gold was a form of power.
Just as the group moved to pass, one of the guards nervously called out, "Forgive me, my lady, but you should be aware... the Daughter of Lilith, Dominique, is currently inside the city."
The group paused.
Leona turned slightly, intrigued. So did Noah, his eyes glinting like a predator spotting prey.
"Where is she staying?" Leona asked, her voice sharp.
"At the inn called OpenYourPussy, straight ahead. You can’t miss it—it’s written in huge pink letters."
Without a word, Leona tossed the guard another pouch of gold. "For your service."
"Th-Thank you, O great one!"
The other guard watched with seething envy.
...
As they moved through the city, Noah asked, "So Lilith has a daughter? Does that mean she has a husband?"
Leona snorted. "A succubus with a husband? Lilith is the demoness of lust. She doesn’t tie herself to one man—she keeps a harem."
"And Dominique’s father?"
"An incubus. Just as insatiable as Lilith. He wanders the continent, fucking his way through everything that moves."
Noah chuckled. As a reincarnated soul, he knew of succubi well.
’Finally,’ he thought. ’I am meeting one. A real one.’
As a reincarnated soul, how can he not dream to meet a succubus?
"And you didn’t ask why Dominique is here?" he added.
Leona coughed. "Ah... I may have forgotten, Master."
"We’ll find out soon enough," he said, eyes forward.
Soon, they arrived.
A massive building loomed before them, pulsing with pink and red neon. Written in huge, glowing script was the name: Your Best Inn – OpenYourPussy.
Lucius whistled low, his voice cracking sigh excitement "Now this is my kind of place..."
Zara’s face remained stone cold. She was silent, but her clenched fists betrayed her tension.
Noah smirked. "Let’s go."
The moment they stepped inside, it was like walking into a den of pure, unfiltered carnality.
Moans, gasps, cries of pleasure echoed from every corner. The air reeked of sweat, perfume, and primal need—like lust had taken physical form and settled into the walls.
"You, hey! Come suck my dick!"
"Harder—ah, fuck, you’re pounding me too hard—!"
"Shut up! I paid my life savings—you better make me feel it!"
"Ah—Yes Fuck me harder!"
Everywhere, people were fucking. On couches, against walls, on tables. Orgies. Quickies. Raw, desperate pleasure in every shape and form.
Noah blinked. "Damn... they’re doing it right here?"
"I mean, at least get a room—" he muttered.
A soft giggle cut through the chaos.
It was sweet. Sultry. So intoxicating that it seemed to crawl into his spine and melt it.
He turned.
And saw her.
Dominique.
If beauty were a weapon, she was a living armageddon. Tall, voluptuous, legs that didn’t end, her pink hair flowed like liquid flame. Her eyes shimmered like lavender pink fire, and the arrogant curve of her smile made even the strongest souls falter.
Her breasts were heavy and perfectly shaped, her ass full and round. Every movement she made was a seduction.
Lucius stopped breathing. Zara clenched harder. Even Leona shifted uncomfortably, her mental defenses struggling to hold.
Only Noah remained untouched—his limitless aura swatting away the charm like a breeze brushing past a mountain.
He smiled, intrigued.
"May I ask what made you laugh, beautiful stranger?" he said, voice light.
Dominique’s smile widened. "How curious. A man who can look at me without trembling?"
She sauntered forward, her hips swaying hypnotically. She came so close, her breath ghosted over his lips.
"Do you know why I laughed?"
She leaned closer. "It’s because you asked why people don’t use rooms. It’s simple—they can’t afford them. In here, fucking in public is the cheap option."
"That’s how poor people live."
But then her smile turned teasing. "But sometimes... sometimes, you don’t need money."
She traced a finger down his chest, biting her lip.
"You just need to be irresistibly hot."
She paused, her eyes shifting into heart-shaped pupils.
"So tell me, pretty boy... why are you hiding that face?"
At that moment:
[Dominique’s feelings for you have reached 50%.]
Noah grinned.
’Horny girls really are the easiest.’
He leaned in, matching her energy now, not with malice—but desire.
His smile turned slow. Lustful.
"You want me?"
She didn’t hesitate.
"I want all of you, pretty boy."
Noah’s eyes sparkled. Tension rising.
Lust...rising.
"Then come get me."
—End of Chapter 92—
A/N:
Yes, from now on, things will get...hot!
Hopefully you will be satisfied. I am not too good at it.
Thank you for reading!