My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer-Chapter 59: Eat This

"...was obviously you, my cute re-in-car-na-ted one." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

At hearing that Mark stopped breathing, and the sound of his own heartbeat was the only thing he could hear.

’...What?’

Mark’s mind went completely empty for a fraction of a second, then filled with pure panic.

’How the hell does she know that?’ Mark thought as panic flooded his mind like an avalanche.

’Absolutely nobody should know I’m a reincarnated person, not even my subordinates. That’s information that shouldn’t exist in this world... so how did she find out?’

Mark tried to think clearly but his brain refused to cooperate, and possibilities crashed into each other without reaching any conclusion.

’Is there some kind of ability that lets you read a person’s origins? Or is it something exclusive to demons? Or maybe she—?’ Mark’s thoughts were racing but he couldn’t finish that thought.

The demoness, whose face was still inches from Mark’s, leaned forward and closed the remaining distance between them, pressing her lips against Mark’s and letting her tongue push into his mouth without asking permission.

’!!!???’

The kiss short-circuited Mark’s brain for the second time in under a minute. It was aggressive, dominant, and completely one-sided.

She held him in place with one hand on the back of his neck while her tongue explored the inside of his mouth with the ease of someone who was used to taking what she wanted without asking.

Mark didn’t move, not because he didn’t want to, but because his body had stopped responding to him.

’What the hell is happening?’

Thirty seconds ago Mark was in shock because someone knew his biggest secret, but now that same woman had her tongue halfway down his throat.

The transition between the two situations had been so abrupt that Mark’s brain simply refused to process it.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY MASTER RIGHT NOW!!!"

Suddenly a scream rang out from the other side of the barrier, and it came from the last person Mark expected to hear screaming like that.

’...Yuki?’ Mark thought, confused.

Yuki was the definition of composure, she didn’t scream, she didn’t lose control except during sex, and she didn’t show much emotion in general.

But the voice Mark had just heard was loaded with such raw, visceral fury that he barely recognized it.

’That’s the first time I’ve ever heard her like that...’

The demoness slowly pulled back from the kiss, a thin thread of saliva connecting their lips for an instant before breaking.

She turned toward the barrier where Yuki had both hands pressed against the invisible surface, eyes wide open.

"Oh," the demoness said with an amused smile. "Your little fuck toys are quite feisty."

’Little fuck toys?’

But before Mark could even process the insult, she grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around with an ease that made the power gap between them abundantly clear.

Now Mark was looking directly at the barrier, face to face with his subordinates.

Yuki had her daggers out and was striking the barrier desperately.

Rose stood beside her, eyes fixed on the demoness, analyzing the situation with a tense expression.

Alice, meanwhile, had her fists clenched and her jaw tight.

Out of nowhere Mark felt the demoness press herself against his back, her tits pushing against the back of his head and enveloping it almost completely.

They were so large that Mark literally lost his peripheral vision for a moment.

’Wow...’ Despite the situation, Mark couldn’t help but smile like an idiot.

Then one of her hands slid slowly down Mark’s torso, over his chest, then his stomach and finally came to rest directly on his crotch.

"W-what are you—?"

But the demoness didn’t let him finish, as her tongue, long and wet, had begun tracing the right side of his face from his jaw up to his temple in one slow, deliberate lick.

And while she did it, her eyes locked directly onto Yuki’s through the barrier.

"Sorry, little puppets," the demoness said in a playful tone that contrasted with the cruelty of her words. "But this little cutie right here is my property now."

Seeing that, Yuki slammed the barrier so hard the sound echoed through the entire hall.

"I have to admit I’m grateful," the demoness continued, tightening her grip slightly on Mark’s crotch. "You brought such a special toy right to my doorstep... so as a gift I’ll spare your lives."

But then the demoness paused and tilted her head, as if she’d just remembered something funny.

"Ah, wait... you’re already dead, aren’t you?" she said, her smile widening. "Well then, I’ll spare your un-death, or whatever it is, hahaha."

"Give him back!!" Yuki screamed, raising both daggers to strike the barrier with everything she had. "Give my Master back!!"

Yuki leaped far back to build momentum and hurled herself at the barrier, but before she could hit it, a hand appeared in front of her.

It was Rose’s hand.

The vampire had extended her arm in front of Yuki, blocking her path.

"Yuki..." Rose said in a firm but controlled voice. "Stop."

"Rose, get out of my—!"

"Yuki." Rose didn’t raise her voice, but her tone left no room for argument. "Think... Do you really believe we’re in any position to demand anything? If she wanted to she’d have killed him already, so don’t provoke her."

"B-but..." Yuki stopped, her hands still trembling around her daggers.

The demoness watched the scene with amusement, as if she were watching a particularly entertaining play.

"How sweet," she said in an openly mocking tone. "The little doll has feelings after all."

That last comment only made Yuki glare at her with even greater fury.

"So, if you want him back..." the demoness said, leaning in and resting her chin on top of Mark’s head, looking Yuki directly in the eyes. "...come find him at the bottom of the dungeon."

But then, just as she finished speaking, Mark acted.

"Vorax!"

And at Mark’s shout the slime shot out from inside his robe like a black, viscous projectile, straight at the demoness’s face, enveloping it completely.

"!!!???"