Lust Devil's Rise

Luka searched the Necromancer’s body.

He hoped to find something useful to help him or his allies, but only found a few copper coins and the broken staff, which he’d drained dry of Miasma. In other words, it was all garbage and useless.

He took the only thing he found half useful.

An expensive dark blue robe, likely worn by the female dark elf before he killed her. Its size was much too large for the petite male elf.

"A woman’s robe, well, it’s better than nothing."

He flung the robe over his shoulders, sliding his hands through the silk inner material and fastening the belt. Though Oblivion could create a pseudo outfit, it was too obvious when someone closely scrutinised him.

"Hm?"

Reina’s cries suddenly stopped.

Luka instantly jogged down the riverbank, searching for a place to cross. He refused to experience that agonising pain again and quickly found a fallen tree a few hundred metres down the bank.

With a long stride, he cleared the trunk and landed near the seed’s original location.

"It withered."

Luka rushed to find a shocking sight.

Along with the dark elf inside, the shell of the seed also appeared no more than a dried-out husk when he returned.

Meanwhile, in the crater, he saw Riena lying on her belly, licking her wounds on the opposite side from where Luvia was meditating.

"Reina?"

"Woo... Wooof?" Her head snapped to him, immediately slapping the ground with her tail, but then she glanced at the spot where Luvia had been, and her head lowered.

"What’s wrong, girl?"

He followed her gaze and saw dozens of shattered bones, crushed wolf skeletons, and, standing in the centre, a woman. Luvia stood naked, her body glossy with sweat, with both hands dangling at her sides, holding long bones with sharp tips.

Miasma leaked from every pore in her body, creating a volatile mist.

"Luvia?"

He called out to her, confused at her state.

Luka wasn’t an expert when dealing with Miasma, but a complete novice.

However, her strength gave him the same tingles the Necromancer with a staff did.

Luvia snapped her neck towards him, the movement unlike that of a normal human; she didn’t speak or make any other movements.

But her eyes glistened with a faint green mist.

"Luvia!"

Nothing...

She just observed him silently.

He knew she couldn’t harm him thanks to the Apostle skill, and thus shook his head and approached her. With each step, he could feel the pressure wrapped around her body like a giant serpent growing significantly.

"Stop letting the Miasma overwhelm you."

He tried to reason with her.

The pair stood less than a metre apart.

Luvia’s plump lips curved.

She tilted her hair to the side, letting her silky white hair drape down her chest, covering her breasts.

Then she faded, vanishing completely.

Even Luka’s eyes couldn’t find the trace of her outline.

"Wait!"

He shouted, worried she might run away or something.

Woosh!

A sudden gust came from above him.

She flew towards him from the air, holding her daggers in reverse grip and stabbing down, imitating a viper’s fangs. She spread her legs around his face, using her crotch to block his vision as it squished against his face.

’I have to stop her!’

He gripped her soft thighs and slammed her against the floor.

Thud!

The impact rumbled loudly as she bounced.

"Wake up!"

He jumped on top of her and held her shoulders to the ground, pinning her down.

She struggled beneath him, swiping at him as her bone blade sliced past his cheek, leaving nothing but wet, muddy streaks. A second later, Luvia let out a pained screech as blood leaked down her face.

"Ahhhhh! It burns!"

"Stop fighting me and fight the damn Miasma, you idiot!"

He lifted his hand and slapped her cheek.

Pah!

Her face shot to the side, staining the ground with her spit and blood.

Yet Luvia remained unconscious, the green mist in her eyes still shimmering despite his slap.

"You’re really more hard work than you’re worth!"

Despite his complaint, he couldn’t bring himself to kill someone so useful.

As his Apostle, she was the only person in this world he could completely trust; she couldn’t harm him, yet she also made him doubt why he had never had an Apostle in the previous lifetime.

’It’s too strange...’

"Nnn~ let go of me!" Her voice began to leak while struggling beneath him.

However, he held her down, watching her with a strange glance.

’Is it just me, or is something wrong?’

He sat atop her waist, but each time he pushed her back down against the ground, he felt a subtle change in Luvia’s atmosphere.

That’s when he opened the system’s panel to check her current status.

"Huh?"

What he saw shocked him.

The Title he had gained only a few hours before had grown even stronger.

[Title: Masochism (Level 3)]

Faced with this sudden change, he couldn’t help but want to leave. The moment he slapped her, he couldn’t help but feel a reaction. Her words become more structured, and she seemed less intent on hurting him and just...

Provoking him!

He stared at Luvia, her soft brown skin now covered in dirt, sweat and slight bruises.

She’d absorbed enough Envy Miasma that her level grew along with his, and she’d also gained quite a lot of agility. But with her sudden growth in Corruption, her affection seemed to have become broken.

"Luvia, if you don’t stop faking it now, I am going to leave."

"...!?"

The body beneath him quivered, but only for a moment.

He saw the green mist in her eyes fade, indicating she was awake and able to hear and see everything.

"I see... Then forgive me, but this is to snap you out of it."

Luka pinned her throat down with one hand, the Miasma dispersing the longer he held it, and with the other hand, he poured his energy into the tips of his middle and third fingertips, giving them a faint glow.

[Silver Fingers - Activate]

’So I can force these skills with a chance to proc by forcing them with mass amounts of Miasma, good to know.’

With a faint smile on his lips, he shifted off her waist and examined her body.

Then he placed his hand just above her pelvis.

Her heart pounded faster, dispersing the Miasma through her organs, causing it to dissipate rapidly throughout her body.

"Don’t blame me. It’s to wake you up, I swear."

The Miasma almost completely dispersed as she held her breath.

His palm brushed across her soft silver bush before curling his fingers towards the glistening crevice oozing with thick, translucent milky threads.

"You..."

He glanced into her eyes once more, the Miasma definitely gone, yet she remained impassive and held her breath, with blushing cheeks.

’This masochistic dark elf...!’

Since she didn’t speak, he stopped hesitating.

He pushed his fingers deeper and felt her moist entrance spread under his invasion, her hole gently squeezing his fingers before swallowing them deeper inside her soft, squishy hole of overflowing warmth.

The moment his fingers sank deep enough to reach the second joint. Luka hooked his fingers, searching for her sweet spot.

"Nn...."

A soft moan leaked from Luvia’s closed mouth the moment he spread and twisted his fingers, stretching her silky folds and caressing them with his silver fingers.

Her insides flooded with copious amounts of sticky threads with each stroke, her entire body shook, and the effect of his skill became clear.

’It’s a skill purely to make women feel amazing...’

He glanced down at her blissful face, still caressing her inner walls and shook his head.

It didn’t matter as long as it helped her absorb the excess Miasma.

However, he couldn’t help but swallow the excess saliva building in his throat when he looked at her, twisting and turning in ecstasy.

’Dark Elf women are too dangerous...!’

Despite trying to resist his salacious thoughts, his fingers began to slide in and out faster, letting her swaying hips guide him to the places that made her squirm.

"Just this once, I’ll let her off."