World Evolution Apocalypse: I Possess The Extraction Ability
Chapter 112: One shot to defeat a Tier Seven Entity
Gwen stared at him silently, then looked away with a blush.
"How... how can you be so casual about such a thing?"
Leon’s brows rose. "Hitting her?"
Shooting him a small glare, she corrected him. "That wasn’t just a normal hit. You spanked her."
Leon nodded, his expression unchanged. "Yeah. She deserved it. Being cheeky is a wild spirit that needs to be curbed."
Hearing this, Gwen even blushed harder. Although she was innocent, she knew that while spanking could be considered as a punishment for children, it was different for adults—especially females.
’He doesn’t look bothered at all, though. Does that mean he’s used to spanking someone? Maybe... his sister?’
When she reached that conclusion, it clicked. Based on what she knew about Leon, he was quite antisocial before the apocalypse, so there was no way he could casually spank people around.
That left only one option—Clara.
’That girl again... she’s giving me a strange feeling even before I know her.’
Shaking her head, Gwen decided to stop her train of thought there. It would be rude to form an inappropriate impression of someone she hadn’t even met.
Still, a wild thought slipped into her maiden heart. ’If I’m cheeky... will he...?’
Watching the girl turn red and shake her head furiously, Leon was filled with confusion. Was she encountering a heart demon or something?
In the end, he decided to ignore her and move around. As he walked to another section far from Gwen, Thyra appeared beside him, a wide grin on her lips.
Leon glared at her, preparing his heart for whatever profane teasing was going to escape her beautiful lips.
When it did...
"Little Leon, spank me too!"
... he choked on his own saliva. After coughing for a few seconds, he turned to her in bewilderment.
"What the hell?"
Unintentionally, his voice was loud. But thankfully, he was far enough for Gwen not to hear him.
Still grinning, Thyra placed her hands on her hips, leaning forward in a way that accentuated her breasts.
"Ah? Is it that hard to do? You just spanked your little servant, didn’t you? Why can’t you do the same to me?"
Leon’s brows twitched. "That... I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right."
"It doesn’t~?" Her grin widened, and she winked at him. "Do you think so? Or are you afraid of what sensation your hand might feel?"
His eyes widened in surprise. "You..."
Thyra cut him off, her lips curling into a smirk. "You think I wouldn’t notice? After you spanked that girl, your hand trembled, didn’t it?"
She stepped closer, forcing him back against a shelf. Her warm breath hit his neck, and he could almost feel the fabric of her gown brushing against his armor.
’Damnation!’
"Tell me, Little Leon. How did her ass feel when your palm landed? It rippled, right? I saw it. That girl has a good figure, after all."
Leon’s brows twitched in annoyance, and he felt the need to escape.
Gently placing his hands on her shoulders, he pushed her back, taking a moment to regain his composure.
"I’m not going to fall for your bait again. Regardless of whether it felt nice or not, you can’t trick me into spanking you."
He said firmly, then stepped away from her.
Thyra pouted, realizing he had seen through her plan. She folded her arms and said in a disappointed tone.
"Sigh... Little Leon is growing more resistance to my charm. At this point, aren’t I just an old hag to him? Ah... I must have lost my charm. Goodness..."
Hearing her wallow in self-deprecation, Leon rolled his eyes. She was absolutely wrong!
He wasn’t growing more resistance to her at all. Instead, it was better to say he was at his wit’s end, and was putting up every single defense he could muster.
If he didn’t, he was afraid he’d become a sex toy for this demon.
’Does she really want that? She said she’s a virgin, but...’
Sighing, he decided to stop thinking about it and glanced at her. Thyra was standing with her head lowered, a genuinely sad expression on her face. Perhaps he didn’t realize it, but her pride in her beauty had taken a hit.
’Uh...’
Leon’s brain short-circuited, stumped to see her actually depressed. She wasn’t pretending?!
’Ugh. Women are such a hassle.’
Sighing in tiredness, he walked towards her and flicked her forehead.
"Stop sulking like a kid. You’re still the most beautiful existence I’ve ever seen."
Thyra blinked, her hand instinctively flying to her forehead. Although it didn’t hurt, the gesture was completely foreign to her.
’He flicked my forehead...’
Her purple eyes widened. An unranked entity had flicked the forehead of a Tier Seven Shadow Demon General?!
If any of her colleagues heard this, they’d surely mock her to death. Pouting, she snorted and turned away. Strangely, she wasn’t angry at such humiliation.
Instead, she felt a bit of relief. At least that proved that Leon didn’t really fear her and only saw her as a ’cheeky’ woman who was stuck to him like a shadow.
’Well, that’s a step forward, I guess!’
Seeing her smile again, Leon felt proud that his words and actions had worked. He was a true big brother, capable of using the carrot and stick strategy on anyone.
’By the way, I was supposed to be touring this place properly.’
He quickly went back to reunite with Gwen, and they began walking through the building while chatting idly.
About twenty minutes later, the sound of vehicles approaching made them alert as they headed towards the main doors.
The thorny bus and two other school buses were parked outside, and from them, Richard, Cassie, Marie, and some teenagers alighted.
Leon blinked in surprise, his gaze immediately locking onto Marie for answers.
The young woman gave him an awkward smile, then said, "Um, I’ll explain the situation to you once we get back."
Leon nodded casually. He already had an idea of what happened, but he wasn’t bothered. Besides, they could always discuss later.
Richard clapped, attracting the attention of the teenagers.
"We’re here to move the supplies into the buses. Don’t steal or keep anything for yourself. If you’re caught, you’ll be punished. And I assure you, you wouldn’t like the punishment."
Beside him, Little West yawned lazily, revealing rows of white fangs that intimidated the students.
Smiling to himself, he turned to Leon, his eyes sparkling.
"Boss! So what are we carrying?"