Chapter 10

Except for the one-eyed giant whose hand had been severed, all his companions lay on the ground, either dead or maimed—their throats slit, their hearts pierced, their deaths gruesome. Lilith stood elegantly amidst the chaos, her skirt barely stained with blood. She flicked the blood from her fingernails, returning to her original state, then walked to Karl and bowed slightly: "Master, all done."

The entire tavern was silent. Everyone stared in fear at the beautiful woman dressed in a sexy maid outfit, who was like a demon, and the man sitting calmly at the table.

Karl nodded and tossed a few gold coins to the tavern owner, who was already terrified: "Compensate for the damages."

Then, he stood up, without even glancing at the screaming mercenaries on the ground or the one-eyed giant who had lost control of his bladder in fear, and said to Lilith, "Let's go, it looks like we won't be able to buy anything here."

"Yes, Master." Lilith obediently followed, transforming back into the meek and submissive maid, as if the bloody massacre just now was merely an illusion.

After this incident, Karl was even more satisfied. This maid could not only satisfy him in bed, but also efficiently eliminate trouble, and was absolutely loyal.

Meanwhile, Lilith continuously absorbed Karl's essence and the meager life energy she plundered through killing. She could feel her power increasing day by day; her speed, strength, and magic were all slowly improving, even faster than when she hunted alone! Karl's semen seemed to her to be the most nourishing delicacy.

This intense pleasure of becoming stronger, deeply intertwined with the ultimate sexual ecstasy and the absolute obedience brought by the contract, caused her attachment to Karl to reach a morbid level. She began to fear that Karl would abandon her, that he would no longer need her. Every time Karl left her sight, even for just a short while, she felt anxious and restless. Only when she felt her master thrusting and filling her, feeling that hot liquid filling her womb, could she gain the greatest sense of security and peace.

She had been completely branded with Karl, and from body to soul, she could no longer be separated from this man, her master. The meaning of her existence seemed to be nothing more than serving him, pleasing him, killing for him, and... craving his penis and semen.

The journey continues, the path interwoven with desire and slaughter stretching forward with no end in sight. Karl revels in the unparalleled pleasure and convenience brought by his possessions, while Lilith, in endless depravity and attachment, sinks deeper and deeper, radiating an even more bewitching and alluring glow, and becoming even more...obedient.

Karl's finger casually traced the winding ink lines on the map, finally stopping at an area marked with a scarlet skull—the Miasma Swamp. There lurked an ancient abyssal hydra, its venom capable of corroding the hardest armor, its regenerative abilities devastating, a taboo even the kingdom's most elite knights dared not tread.

“It’s next.” Carl’s tone was flat, as if he were deciding on a dinner menu rather than embarking on a journey to hell. He turned his head and looked at the figure curled up at his feet.

Lilith, the succubus queen who once made the border tremble, was now wearing the "new clothes" Karl had bought at the border market yesterday. It was a "long dress" made almost entirely of transparent black gauze, more like a layer of hazy mist than clothing, barely clinging to her breathtaking body. The key parts of the dress were embroidered with eerie dark purple mandalas, but the sparse patterns only made her snow-white skin, erect cherry-purple nipples, and even the slightly downy, hidden triangle below even more alluring and maddening. A delicate leather choker was tightly fastened to her fair neck, with a small silver bell at the front that jingled almost imperceptibly with her breath. This was Karl's latest taste—a combination of **** exposure and a hint of restraint symbolizing absolute possession.

“Yes, Master.” Lilith raised her head, her amethyst eyes shimmering with a gentle, spring-like light. She gently rubbed her cheek against Karl’s knee, which was covered by leg guards, the movement natural and affectionate, with the dependence of a pet. “Do you need me to retrieve its magic core for you, or… completely clean up that swamp?” Her voice was sweet and soft, revealing nothing of the bloody slaughter that was about to take place.

Having absorbed a vast amount of Karl's life essence, her power had already swelled to a terrifying level that even Karl himself couldn't clearly perceive. With each act of intercourse, the scalding essence Karl poured into her body was transformed into the purest energy by her greedy womb and succubus constitution, nourishing her body and reshaping her bones. Karl could clearly feel that sometimes he even needed to use his "Unyielding" talent to barely keep up with her increasingly savage demands. But this "being surpassed" did not make him uneasy; instead, it fueled his even stronger desire for conquest and possession. The more powerful his possessions were, the more they proved his own power.

"We'll see." Karl's rough fingers ran through her thick purple hair, kneading behind her sensitive ears. "Don't go too wild, we still have a long way to go."

“As you wish, Master.” Lilith’s lips curled into a seductive smile as she extended her small, fragrant tongue to lick the dust off Karl’s fingers.

The miasma swamp lived up to its name. The putrid air was almost solidified, a dark green poisonous fog permeated the air, and visibility was extremely low. Twisted, dead trees stretched towards the gray sky like ghostly claws, and suffocating bubbles rose from the silt from time to time, releasing an even stronger stench when they burst. Low-level poisonous insects rustled in the shadows, greedily eyeing the living beings that had stepped into their territory.

Karl simply stood there, arms crossed, completely at ease. He didn't even draw the twin swords from his back.

Lilith took a step forward. Her erotic black gauze dress looked out of place in the poisonous fog, yet strangely blended in, as if she were a goddess of lust and destruction naturally born from this land of ****.

An invisible pressure slowly spread out from her center.

The rustling sound disappeared instantly.

Deathly silence. Even the flow of the poisonous fog seemed to freeze.

The next second, a deafening roar, a mixture of rage and barely perceptible fear, echoed from the depths of the swamp! The thunderous sound grew louder as it approached, and mud shot into the sky! A colossal black shadow tore through the poisonous mist and suddenly appeared before them!

The Abyss Hydra. Its three heads are as large as small mountains, covered with sticky, dark green scales. Its six vertical pupils gleam with a cruel, bloodthirsty yellow light. The venom dripping from its gaping maw corrodes the mud beneath its feet, making it sizzle and emit puffs of white smoke.

Faced with this terrifying ancient beast, Lilith simply tilted her head slightly, her eyes revealing a pure curiosity and... appetite.

One of the snake heads launched the first attack, crashing down like a giant battering ram, accompanied by a foul stench! Its speed was too fast for the naked eye to follow!

However, just as the snake's head was about to touch her, Lilith's figure blurred for a moment.

It was as if it were just an illusion.

But the enormous snake head suddenly stiffened, followed by a teeth-grinding tearing sound, and the massive head was severed cleanly from the neck! Dark green, foul-smelling blood gushed out like a waterfall!

The broken edge is as smooth as a mirror!

No one saw what she did. Perhaps it was just the wind pressure created by flicking her fingertip, or perhaps it was just a casual sweep of her tail.

The remaining two snakes roared in pain and rage, lunging even more frantically! Their venomous breath poured down like a green waterfall, enough to melt steel instantly!

Lilith finally moved. Her bat wings suddenly unfurled, and with a slight flap, she easily dodged the torrent of highly corrosive venom. Her figure drew elegant yet deadly purple arcs in the air, each flash accompanied by the hydra's shrill screams and splattering blood and bits of flesh.

This was not a battle at all, but an elegant yet cruel execution.

Sometimes she would easily tear open the hard scales with her sharp claws and pull out large chunks of flesh; sometimes she would use her tail like the sharpest spear to pierce the snake's eyes; and sometimes she would land on the snake's neck like a ghost, her slender fingers seemingly brushing gently, yet leaving behind terrifying wounds that were deep enough to expose the bone.

Her movements possessed a captivating, cruel beauty; her transparent black dress billowed in the air, yet remained untouched by any stain. She even cast a bewitching glance at Karl as she moved, a smile playing on her lips, as if asking her master for his satisfaction.

Karl watched, his heart pounding, his lower abdomen tense. This combination of **** **** and **** sensuality was more stimulating than any aphrodisiac. He could almost imagine how passionately her body, fresh from its killing spree, would entwine around him when he pinned her down tonight.

The Abyss Hydra's powerful regenerative abilities simply couldn't keep up with the speed of destruction. In just a few minutes, the once invincible swamp overlord had been reduced to three indistinct, shattered lumps of flesh, convulsing violently in the mud, before finally becoming completely still.

Lilith landed lightly on the largest snake head, her slender feet touching the menacing nose, the tips of her shoes spotless. She bent down slightly, her five fingers like knives, easily piercing the hard skull, and took out a huge magic core that was still pulsating slightly, radiating a vast amount of dark energy.

She cradled the magic core, larger than her head, flew back to Karl's side, knelt on one knee, and presented it. The hem of her black gauze dress billowed across the filthy mud, creating a breathtaking contrast.

"Master, your spoils." Her breathing was not even a little rapid, but the purple light in her eyes shone even brighter because of the killing and the harvest.

Karl didn't look at the priceless magic core; his gaze was fixed intently on Lilith's heaving breasts, which were barely concealed by her slightly panting breaths. The sheer black veil offered no respite. He reached out, not to take the magic core, but to slip his hand inside the neckline of her dress, forcefully kneading a large, soft mound of snow-white flesh, his fingertips cruelly pinching and twisting the nipples.

"Mmm..." Lilith let out a soft moan, her body trembling slightly, but she knelt even straighter to make it easier for her master to play with her, still holding the magic core steadily in her hands.

“Well done, my little pet.” Carl’s voice was hoarse and full of desire. “You’ll be rewarded tonight.”

A look of surprise and longing flashed in Lilith's eyes, as if this promise was more precious than the powerful magic core. "Thank you, Master... Lilith... I long for your reward..." She rubbed her cheek against Karl's wrist, like a cat being petted, letting out a comfortable whimper.

Such scenes continued to unfold throughout the rest of the journey.

One by one, the powerful monsters on Karl's kill list were eliminated. Each time, Lilith completed the slaughter with absolute overwhelming ****, her methods sometimes swift and decisive, sometimes cruelly manipulative, entirely dependent on her mood and Karl's silent indulgence. And after each battle, no matter how bloody and filthy the battlefield, Karl would always eagerly enjoy his victorious "feast"—beside the monster's corpse, in the wilderness, under the moonlight, he would brutally possess this body that embodied endless power and allure, pouring his scalding essence into her deepest depths.

Lilith grew increasingly greedy for his "rewards." Her body became more sensitive and powerful with each absorption, and she became more and more obsessed with Karl's scent. She began to be dissatisfied with passively receiving and increasingly took the initiative to demand, teasing and seducing her master in various ways, as if his semen was the only nectar for her survival.

Carl enjoyed it immensely and became increasingly enthusiastic about dressing her up. He bought all sorts of extremely revealing and erotic "clothes"—leather bodysuits with cutouts all the way to the waist, "bellybands" held up by only a few ribbons, "bikinis" made entirely of metal rings and chains... Lilith's devilish figure was the best interpreter of these clothes. No matter how outrageous the design, when worn by her, it would exude a breathtaking and alluring magic, perfectly blending purity and debauchery.

Wearing these barely-there "clothes," she followed Karl in and out of towns and taverns, completing one impossible mission after another. Her stunning beauty, eerie aura, and the attire that proclaimed her status as a sex **** drew everyone's attention more than any weapon, arousing the most primal desires, jealousy, and fear.

Thus, legends about them began to spread rapidly throughout the kingdom and beyond.

"Have you heard? A super powerful adventurer came to the Black Mist Mountains, with a maid dressed like a prostitute. He's ridiculously strong!" "The main thing is that maid! Good heavens, I heard she's inhumanly beautiful, one look and you'll lose your soul! And incredibly seductive, she licked her master in front of so many people..." "Tsk tsk, what a lucky man..." "I think I heard... that maid... looks a lot like that succubus Lilith from the old border legends?" "No way?! That ruthless killer? Became a human maid? And so... seductive?"

The rumors spread wider and wider, becoming more and more detailed, until they inevitably reached the capital and the king's ears.

Inside the luxurious royal council chamber, the elderly king stared at the magical image crystal sent through a secret channel—it clearly recorded Karl slapping Lilith's buttocks, who was wearing a very short maid dress, in a small town square, while Lilith nestled against him with a submissive and even longing expression—and his face turned extremely ugly.

The ministers and generals around him also looked solemn.

"Is it confirmed? That maid...is it really Lilith?" The king's voice trembled slightly. Years ago, the failed campaign against Lilith and the disappearance of the Sword Saint Renn were a thorn in his side, one of the root causes of the kingdom's persistent instability. Now, this succubus had not only reappeared, but had become even stronger. Even more terrifying, she had become a human's...plaything maid? This was far more shocking and unsettling than hearing that she had slaughtered a village.

"Your Majesty, after identification by several veterans and priests who had dealt with Lilith... or her victims at the border, although her appearance and attire... cough cough, have changed drastically, there is more than a 90% certainty that her appearance and aura are those of the succubus Lilith herself." An intelligence chief dressed in black robes bowed and replied.

"Who is that man? How can he control such a powerful succubus?" The king looked at Karl's smug and possessive expression in the crystal.

"According to the investigation, his name is Karl. He seems to be an adventurer who suddenly appeared, with a very mysterious background. His strength is estimated to be far inferior to Lilith's, but we don't know what methods he used to make Lilith absolutely obedient to him, even... filled with a twisted attachment." The intelligence chief's tone also carried a hint of disbelief.

A deathly silence fell over the council chamber. A powerful succubus was not to be feared; the kingdom would always find a way to gather its strength and strike again.

An adventurer with a mysterious background and considerable strength is not a threat.

But the danger and uncertainty of a man who could completely control, or even "tame" the fearsome succubus Lilith, making her willingly serve as his servant and even display such... lewd and submissive behavior, instilled deep apprehension and fear in all the powerful figures present.

How did he do it? What was his purpose? What will he do next?

This unknown is what's most terrifying.