Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 738: The Banquet of Deception
Asmodeus straightened his outfit, loose black desert warrior pants, light cloth boots tied above his ankles with rope, stopping sand and dirt from entering. Abs and chest fully exposed, with loose white arm wraps that fastened around his neck.
’I have a bad feeling.’
He closed his eyes, feeling a dense weight in his gut when a finger suddenly slid across the surface of his stomach. A woman’s pleasant hum echoed when the firm flesh bounced back against her fingers.
"Your muscles are really deadly~ I don’t think any woman could resist these things if you just slightly tempted them to play with fire." Nerim chewed her bottom lip while glancing up at his face; her wet blue eyes dazzled like a bit of fangirl. "Such a bad body, I want to keep it hidden from those vixens!"
As she spread her palm and squeezed, Asmodeus shook his head, grasping her wrist.
"Be good, tonight is for Logan."
Nerim’s glossy lips parted slightly with narrowed eyes before snorting. Asmodeus watched her silly actions as she suddenly opened her mouth and kissed his chest, then sucked gently on his flesh, before pulling away. "Mwah~"
A small red mark, or "strawberry" as she called them, remained, along with her pink lip gloss, as if this little mermaid wanted to mark her territory.
"Did you need to do this?" He sighed.
"Hmmm~ of course, what if those dumb women don’t know and try to approach you?" She narrowed her eyes into crescent moons like a delighted fox.
Asmodeus didn’t mind; it felt good when his women left these marks. Plus, when he looked at the marks that peeked from beneath her blue dress from their fun from an hour ago, he could only shake his head.
’Who am I to call anyone possessive?’
"Well, forget it, your hand—my dear lady.
He lowered his body, giving a slight bow as he offered his hand.
These little, stupid tricks he used to see in old movies and novels always amused him when trying them in real life. He glanced at Nerim’s pink cheeks and bright blue scales as she sheepishly reached out.
’This woman fondles and kisses my body without qualms, but holding hands is something to blush about?! I really don’t get women!’
When they came downstairs, hand in hand, Logan stood wearing a rather smart outfit for the old dwarf, his pants an expensive material similar to velvet. ’Wow.’ Even his beard looked shiny from the oil used. "Old man, you look handsome tonight!"
The moment Asmodeus called down, the shy old dwarf glanced up at him with a grin. His shirt and monster leather jacket suited Logan perfectly.
"Tsk, don’t mock me, lad! But Lass, you two really do make a fine pair."
"So you do have a good eye."
"Oh shut it!"
Asmodeus glanced at Mu La, who worked behind the counter. In the evening, most people just enjoyed a light snack with wine, so she didn’t need to overwork. "Hiya~" She gave a bright smile and a wave when their eyes met.
"Mhm."
"Hmph~"
Of course, Nerim squeezed his arm and snorted.
He didn’t mind; her jealousy wasn’t over the line, but he still waved back, giving the mature matron a wink. Mu La chuckled, then glanced at the frowning Nerim before shaking her head helplessly.
Nerim’s shoes tapped the wood as she pulled Asmodeus to the exit, her eyes becoming sharper and more focused with each step.
"Have a good night, kids." Still, her bright voice followed.
"We’ll be back later."
"See you later, Sister Mu La~" Asmodeus chirped as he glanced back through the closing doors.
The evenings in Hansberg could get chilly, but thanks to their clothes, strength and the warmth spread from Asmodeus’s body, that wasn’t much of an issue. "Let’s go, Logan. Is that an expensive bottle of wine I see?" He noticed the neck poking from his armpit with a rather old date.
"Haha! Of course you’d notice. Lad, this bottle cost me a pretty penny at the market! The merchant didn’t want to sell it originally, but ack~ this dwarf drives a hard bargain and managed to get half a crate!"
Then he showed his fingers, as if to reveal the cost.
"Half a crate!?" Nerim gasped.
"How much of your budget did you blow on this then, old dwarf?"
Logan’s eyes sparkled as she glanced at Asmodeus, his neat beard lifting with his smirk. "Heh, all of it!"
"..."
"..."
’This dwarf, he’s too old to be falling in love like this!’
Asmodeus and Nerim listened to Logan’s bragging about his savings and how much Lun was a lady along the way. The pair didn’t mind; it was nice that the old man wasn’t so lonely anymore. But Asmodeus’s strange feeling continued growing the closer they got to the guild shrouded in dark, because of the clouds covering the sky.
’This is going to be annoying.’
He noticed the groups of mercenaries who lacked the iconic bronze blade badge lingering around the guild.
’I’ll keep an eye on things first. But it feels she’s using us to deal with this situation... or is it some kind of test for Logan, and our group?’
Logan’s face looked so bright in contrast to the darkness that enveloped them that it stopped Asmodeus from revealing the truth. He’d grown fond of this old dwarf, just like Brando, Simon and Paul. His affinity for strange older men becoming his brothers was quite amusing, to the level that Alan was the only friend close to his age.
’Wait... Alan is in his thirties too!’
As the trio entered the Bronze Blade Guildhouse, the familiar jingle caused everyone’s head to snap towards them.
’Oh, shit.’
Asmodeus sucked in a cold breath, noticing that each of the ’guests’ was on the border of becoming Rank One.
It seemed his premonition had come true.
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Meanwhile, in an unknown location, the sound of flesh colliding with flesh echoed in the dark, torch-lit cell.
"Haa.... ha.... and stay down!"
A bald man, with a rather handsome face and bronzed skin full of rigid muscle, panted, his body covered in scars and bloody wounds. The man he’d just punched lay on his back, nose bent the wrong way, blood covering his face.
Brando’s muscles bounced as he flexed them, glaring at the other twelve men inside the cell as if it were some kind of warning.
"Well, anyone else?"
Despite his gasping for air, if one had enough talent or sensitivity, they would notice a strange force drawing in motes of mana from the surroundings into his body.
Sweat poured from Brando’s chest as he followed the breathing pattern given by Asmodeus, then his stomach churned, and a warmth slowly gathered.
’This is amazing! No wonder the boss told me to keep at it.’
With this kind of force and stamina, he’d never have to let down his dear Martha again!
However, to his warning, none of the other men showed resistance or dislike; they all began to cheer and shout.
"Yeah! The boss won again, let’s celebrate!"
"Brando! Brando! Brando!"
Brando’s lips curled slightly, hearing these fools who once tried to kill him cheering his name like dogs. He’d joined the group that fought in the arena several days, or maybe weeks ago now, with each fight he suffered at first.
Nevertheless, determined to meet his wife again, he struggled, dragging himself through mud and finally managed to increase his standing.
"Alright, quiet. Those bastards will use anything to cut our food and water!" He slapped the cheering man with a mohawk beside him, then stepped closer to the fallen youth with a broken nose. "Hey, kid."
"Hah!?" The kid’s eyes lost their youthful resilience, and now a hint of fear surfaced. No matter how many times he hit this bald old man, it failed. Even with a rock to the head, he still couldn’t win!
"Don’t be so scared, since you lost. You’re now a member of my crew. Welcome!"
Brando watched the young man hesitate, his face beaming after a good fight. He found his desire to live to become stronger, growing each day that passed. ’Boss, are you well?’ Asmodeus and Martha became his anchors, and thus he wondered how things were on the outside.
As for Martha, he’d already learned his wife had become the champion of the female gladiator group and would soon fight against the champion of the males. The two champions could escape slavery as long as they performed well.
’To fight my dear Martha...’
No matter how much he thought about it, Brando couldn’t help but shake his head. He’d never beaten his wife in training, the bed or physical abilities once.
’Maybe with this power, I can surprise her.’
After all, what man wouldn’t want to show his beloved he could now protect her?
"Alright, gang. You know the drill! Help set the newbie’s nose, and it’s time for our daily meditation and practice!"
Once the ten other men heard Brando’s words, their bodies unconsciously trembled as their faces turned pale.
"B-Boss..."
"Surely we can take a break tonight, right?"
Their fearful voices were only met with a set of bright white teeth and the crack of Brando’s knuckles.
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Meanwhile, back at the bar.
"Logan!"
Lun’s voice echoed through the bar, causing many of the guards and ’strangers’ to shudder; such a gentle, affectionate tone was something they’d never heard before. She stepped down the wooden stairs in a sparkling black halter dress, her black heels tapping the ground as she swayed her hips with each movement.
"I thought you might’ve stood me up!" Her voice was overly bright and cheerful despite the line of sweat on her forehead. She quickly hugged Logan, who seemed tongue-tied.
"L-Lady..."
"Keke, are you shy, Logan?" Lun twirled around his body before taking a deep breath and slipping her arm around his. "Let’s find a nice table."
Asmodeus squeezed Nerim’s hand with a cold gaze as he realised there were only two allies in the room besides Lun.
’Tonight is going to be so fucking fun!’
