Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

Her warmth contrasted nicely with the chill of his own body and he could feel her purr ever so faintly.

Just like he had anticipated, Virelle didn't voice any objections.

Yet, when he glanced in her direction, he caught the slight tightening of her jaw and the almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her eye.

Though her expression remained composed, her displeasure crackled beneath the surface like a spark beneath ice.

He said nothing and pretended that all this interaction was normal and just pure affection.

He gave a simple mental gesture toward the old driver, who answered without a word by setting the horses into motion.

The carriage creaked and lurched forward, and its frame groaned as it exited the alley like a shadow slithering out into the light.

Drawn by the eerie spectral horses whose ghostly manes shimmered with a blue, otherworldly flame, the sight of the carriage immediately shifted the atmosphere of the street.

Bounty hunters and adventurers who were previously idle or watchful shrank back at its approach.

Even the seasoned demon enforcers, clad in black armor and wrapped in cold authority, instinctively stepped aside.

The sight of such beasts and such a carriage could only mean one thing: the occupant was either extremely powerful or belonged to one of the high noble clans.

And no one was foolish enough to risk testing which it was.

Inside, Ethan reached toward the elegant flowerware vase embedded at the center of the cabin.

It was a beautiful piece with faint azure runes etched into its sides, and at his touch, the artifact shimmered and the walls of the carriage turned translucent and revealed the outside world in full clarity without compromising the cabin's privacy.

As the carriage rolled forward in smooth steady motion, the trio silently observed the sprawling city through the magically altered walls.

Majestic arches, tall spires, glowing demon lanterns, and blood-crimson banners with burning skulls painted a vivid portrait of opulence laced with menace.

The wind carried faint traces of spiced meat, burning incense, and cold iron.

The dark carriage glided onward and set its path toward the grand exit gates of this infamous demon city nestled deep within the Wild Demon Lands.

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In the grandest room of the largest brothel in the decadent heart of the City of Vord, the ornate bed creaked violently beneath the weight of the sinful activity going on at its top.

A massive red-haired demon was riding furiously atop the most prized prostitute of the establishment.

The canopy above them trembled with each of his brutal thrusts, while the demon's snarling face contorted with a mix of seething rage and gnawing doubt as he pounded into her with reckless aggression.

The sun elf woman beneath him winced with every motion as her golden hair fanned out over silken crimson sheets.

Her radiant and ethereal features that were once flawless and poised were now marred by pain and thinly veiled resentment.

Her thoughts were filled with fury, though her lips remained silent.

She knew this wasn't passion, but it was punishment.

After years of being a slave in this city, she had already adapted to her current life and become the top prostitute of the largest brothel of his grand city through her pleasure skills.

But even she was immensely annoyed at his wrath burning through his every movement as he pounded into her with his frustration hammering into her like a war drum.

Her delicate, pale hands gripped the sheets, and her body tensed under each angry slam while she seethed inwardly.

How dare he use me like this to drown his rage? I am the top prostitute of this city, for god's sake.

Even the ducal princes like me so much, but this demon dares!! I will have him punished for making me suffer like this.

But the brute—none other than Declan, the arrogant demon adventurer who had once strutted with pride before being publicly humiliated by Ethan at the Adventurers' Guild wasn't just drowning in anger.

Inside his mind, a storm of conflicting thoughts raged.

He gritted his teeth, not from pleasure, but from the bitter taste of indecision that lingered on his tongue like bile.

His hated enemy, no, that cursed vampire bastard was now marked with a bounty.

A reward of fifty thousand infernal gold coins or an equivalent fortune in fire crystals awaited the one who brought him in alive.

This was Declan's chance—his moment of redemption.

To wipe away the shame, to reclaim his pride, and to watch that cold, infuriating smile get shackled and dragged through the dirt.

But every time he envisioned himself cornering that boy, he remembered that devastating pressure and the soul-crushing aura Ethan had released during the brief clash of their wills.

The posters circulating the city that claimed that the target's strength was around the peak of the Elemental Sea Mage Realm were filled with lies.

Declan had almost laughed when he read it.

Lies. All lies.

He clenched the elf's thighs tighter and drew a small gasp from her as pain flared in her joints.

But his mind wasn't on her anymore.

No one, not even the dumbest demon in this hellhole, would believe that Ethan was only that strong.

Declan had tasted the power firsthand ot to be exact, his lackey had..

That boy was far beyond the tier they were claiming.

And that was the problem. That raw, unmeasurable power was exactly what shackled Declan's limbs in hesitation.

No amount of rage, gold, or glory could erase the memory of that suffocating pressure, nor convince him that facing Ethan and capturing him alive would be so easy, like they claimed.

Suddenly, just as Declan wrestled with the whirlpool of indecision in his head, a sharp knock echoed through the dimly lit room.

But his thoughts were too loud and his haze of frustration too thick that the knock was swallowed by the chaos in his mind.

As a result, he remained unaware and unmoved in his haze of pleasure and frustration.