Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 764: Another one...?

Valena's story didn't sound strange to Nikolai.

In fact, he'd come from a world with thousands of similar fables, stories and tales where a supreme being would underestimate a human or another race. Then, once that creature found a weapon or item to force the supreme being from the seat.

Of course, it depended on the genre.

Sometimes that being would serve the human as a slave, or become his minion. Others would make them submit physically, as their woman or lover, with the stupid twist of falling in love with each other.

'Well, it seems the curse stopped her taking a human form.'

So Asmodeus believed that Grundig's revenge shouldn't have been for 'those' kinds of purposes, and he just wanted a cool dragon to fly around with.

"What do you want to do from here, Valena?"

Although he wanted to make her his mount like Grundig, forcing her also felt a little too much after listening to her story. Asmodeus planned to convince her slowly over time to become his mount.

At first, it was just a pure desire, but why did she suit its aesthetic perfectly?

Valena looked up at him, her body wrapped in his cloak and the strange scent of a demon, with countless different bloodlines. She sniffed the cloak and hugged her shoulders before the colour of her eyes finally changed.

"As long as you don't harm me, I won't betray you."

"Then what can you do, because to escape here, we'll likely have to fight."

"Will that bastard be included?"

An eerie smile grew on Valena's lips.

A sharp twang spread through Asmodeus's chest the moment he saw her expression. That look reminded him of Serena and his other crazy wives. 'Ah...' His three alternate minds all sighed in succession. 'Another one.'

He couldn't overlook that emotion. It fueled his growth thus far. Asmodeus always held a soft spot for those prone to losing themselves to rage, fury and revenge. But he hoped to save this beautiful lizard from death.

How else would he look imposing, flying on her back?

"Of course."

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The betting system froze the moment Asmodeus clashed with Valena.

He glanced at the screen and tilted his head, curious to see how they might deal with this sudden change to their plans. 'Since they wanted to use her to kill all of us.' The auction wasn't over, and the four announcers above would soon see the truth.

"Valena, has the dwarf seen your human form?"

Asmodeus needed a plan.

"No, my mother died resisting his disgusting magic, then after he failed. He used me, a young whelp which obviously took far less effort."

He quickly grabbed her jaw, holding her chin in place as her big eyes glanced at him in complete shock. "Stop that." Valena bit her lip whenever she spoke about Grundig or her past, and she created several wounds after only a few minutes.

"...!"

She narrowed her eyes into a fierce glare, but he stared back into her eyes.

"Don't ruin those naturally beautiful lips your mother gave you over some old, disgusting dwarf and his pathetic plot!"

Valena wasn't a child; in age alone, she might double or triple Asmodeus. However, he could feel her mental fortitude was around the same level of maturity as his before he came to this world. In short, she was a bit of a brat and highly volatile.

"Y-You!?"

The sandstorm from their clash started to thin in places, so while still grabbing her jaw, he helplessly clenched tighter. "Listen to me. I promise to help you get revenge, but from this moment on, you need to work with me and follow my lead."

She looked at him with a fiery resistance.

He gently stroked the visible scales across her cheeks, their smooth, squishy surface different to anything he'd ever touched before.

"Nn..." Valena's eyes widened as she tightly closed her lips. "P-Perverted man, take your hands off my scales!" The colour changed to a vibrant red as her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. "No mortal has dared touch my scales before and lived!" She hissed at him like a cornered cat.

However, Asmodeus continued to brush the hardened sand and dirt from them with a flick and stroke of his thumb. "Don't be so aggressive. Look! These delicate scales deserve to dazzle beautifully, like a blood-ruby."

Poof!

A puff of smoke leaked from Valena's nose and ears. She quickly pulled back and glared at Asmodeus with a vigilant expression. "Y-You..." But turned her head and pouted with a huff of flames from her nostrils. "Just don't touch them freely in the future."

She walked ahead of him, her steps practically bouncing off the ground as her wings fluttered and tail danced in the air, lifting her robe to reveal huge, rounded buttocks with the perfect shape.

Asmodeus shook his head and took out more clothes that matched what Martha and her group wore before tossing them at the dragon. "Ah..." He accidentally used his full power and knocked her off the ground, and she slipped on the sand.

Thud!

Valena's body rolled in the sand twice. Her fierce eyes locked on Asmodeus as she hit the ground several times in frustration.

Nevertheless, she didn't complain or do anything further.

She tossed the cloak and slowly changed into her new clothes.

Without a shred of shame, she revealed her delicate red scales protecting her womanhood, along with another glimpse of her inverted nipples. 'Praise the Demon God for such a wonderful sight.' He muttered while praying to himself.

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Asmodeus hopped onto the wall with Valena wrapped in his arms. He avoided the lower-level warriors and slaves with Brando and Martha and came to the small tower from which he could sense their energies.

Tap!

The moment he landed, he found Martha pressing Brando against the wall. Her hands held him several feet off the ground, as their lips pressed together aggressively.

"What a strong woman."

"Mmmn?!" Martha's eyes widened mid-kiss.

The moment Asmodeus appeared, she quickly pulled away from Brando, who had a blissful smile on his face.

"Boss?"

Husband and wife alike called him brother and boss at different times. During danger or serious discussion, it was the boss. Other times, brother. "What's the matter? Didn't get to enjoy your last kiss long enough?" Asmodeus smirked at his cute sister-in-law.

He didn't blame them.

When Valena first appeared, the burst of her aura was enough to crush these people into dust. Brando and Martha might survive for a little while.

Nonetheless, they hadn't reached her level; it was the complete opposite. They were just strong enough to notice. Even now, in her human form, Valena could defeat both of them with a single move.

That's when Martha turned to the small Valena who stood behind Asmodeus, her head poking out at the two with curious, beaming eyes.

"Boss, who is this shrimp?" She asked with a rough voice.

Asmodeus just smirked and pointed to her scales.

"The dragon from before."

"E-Eh?!" Brando's voice echoed from behind them as he pulled himself together and rushed to Martha's side. "Brother, did you seduce this lizard and make her your woman!?"

Martha followed up with. "Another one?!"

Listening to this idiotic couple make jokes, Asmodeus held his chest. The strange pain that occurred after hearing about the destruction of Brando's fleet finally faded. In its place, a strange warmth spread deeper than before.

'Ah... so I care about these people like I did my mother? Family? Is that why I enjoy him calling me brother, like Alan, Paul and Simon?'

Asmodeus remembered his early days when he forced himself to accept Alan's kindness and pushed himself to acknowledge their friendship. Even now, he felt it lacked sense.

He was an enemy back then and forced Asmodeus into this strange world. Many would doubt their friendship and find it stupid or pathetic. He also felt that way in the past. But he needed to survive before anything else.

Then, after suffering, enduring and growing together, their friendship became real.

"She's not." Asmodeus coughed, covering his mouth.

"Not yet, right?" Martha raised her brow and curled her lips into a knowing smile.

'Damn it...'

He sought Brando's support, but the bald bastard nodded away with his wife, the traitor. Asmodeus could only sigh, knowing that Martha wasn't completely wrong. Valena would likely become like Gretel.

"Forget it, let's not judge the boss. We all know of his prowess. If he couldn't please everyone, wouldn't those crazy women have chopped him up by now?"

Brando scanned Valena's body for a moment. But quickly returned to his wife after she pinched his waist. "So what do you need, boss?"

"I hope you can pretend she is one of your warriors."

"This girl? Isn't she a bit pale and thin..." Martha's eyes traced along Valena's plump and sensual body with breasts and hips that defeated most human women. She shook her head and smirked at Asmodeus. "Well, no wonder the boss wants her. Never mind, I can help."

"Valena, now isn't the time to fight." Asmodeus placed his hand on her bare back. He felt the cold sensation of scales along her spine quite addictive. "When the auction ends, and everyone is safe. I plan to fight against Grundig."

The dragoness wasn't stupid, but a little naïve.

She peered at Asmodeus, looking right into his eyes, before snorting smoke.

"Understood."

She paused for a moment, then asked him. "What should I call you from now on?"

"Well, that's your choice. Master would be nice for now."

The little dragon's cheeks flushed as she pointed at him while flashing her sharp fangs, "Don't think that saving me a little makes me yours! Hmph."

Beside them, Martha leaned to Brando with a vulgar smirk on her lips and whispered. "How long until she's panting on his bed for mercy and calling him Dear husband? or Esteemed Mate."

"Honey?!" Brando's cheeks flushed red as he gasped.

But soon whispered back. "Less than a month."

"Hahahaha!"

Meanwhile, Asmodeus stood watching the pair of humans with a strange, awkward look.

'Do they think we can't hear them?'

However, Valena, who remained quiet behind his back, glanced up at the tall demon, then at his exquisite horns and powerful figure.

And she gulped, muttering the words. "Esteemed mate..."