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IBHJ Chapter 757
🕑 Added 2024-03-20 04:54:13 +0000 UTCAs the panting demonic bodhisattva drew closer, his mind screamed. A cold sweat broke out across his skin, and genuine fear gripped his heart. No matter how ferocious the magical beasts or terrifying the enemies he had faced before, none of them compared to the sheer dread he felt in the presence of this woman. Even the most monstrous foes he'd encountered hadn't evoked such a visceral sense of fear before.
However, facing the demonic bodhisattva, Shirou knew he couldn't afford to be exposed here. If they discovered his identity, death would be a merciful fate compared to what awaited him. Despite the woman's breathtaking beauty and alluring figure, falling into the hands of such a sick and twisted Beast, would be a fate worse than death. The mere thought of such a fate sent shivers down his spine.
Shirou's mind raced as he glanced at Hel and the giant tree. The combined strength of these formidable enemies would be more than enough to overpower him. If he were to dispel the illusion and put up a fight, the chances of escape seemed slim to none.
"The scent of a man that intoxicates me, the essence of a high-quality male..." Kiara's soft murmurs sent tingles throughout his body, as if gentle feathers were caressing his skin. His mind felt like it was on fire, a boiling pot of emotions threatening to overflow. Was this how it would end? Was he really about to lose his dignity without even putting up a fight?
Shirou's gaze darted around, searching for any means of escape, when it landed on Hildr. Without a second thought, he grabbed her sleeve and hid behind her, pressing his body close like a frightened little rabbit.
As expected, Shirou caught a glimpse of anger flashing across Hildr's face. She immediately spread her hand protectively, like a mother hen shielding her chicks. "Please mind your behavior," she said sternly, glaring at the Beast.
But she ignored her, "This is clearly a male. Ah, I can't help it." Her hands began to move, caressing her own belly as the atmosphere grew more and more heated with each touch of her slender fingers.
Witnessing the Beast's indecent display in such a public place, Hel couldn't help but wonder if she was in heat. Though it was irrelevant to her, this kind of behavior stirred up feelings of annoyance and anger within her. Hel gritted her teeth, her displeasure evident on her face.
The Beast's tone shifted as she turned her attention to Hildr, raising an eyebrow. "Why resist something that would bring pleasure? Isn't it better to yield to your desires?" Her voice was smooth and alluring, a siren's call tempting those who listened to abandon their inhibitions.
"Give me the person behind you," the Beast continued, her voice shifting from gentle to commanding. "You know you won't be able to stop me. So why resist?"
Shirou frowned, but he quickly composed himself and offered a name. "Maybe it's Eric's scent?" he suggested, hoping to divert attention away from himself. It wouldn't be surprising, considering Eric had been pestering A-46 and the other Valkyries lately.
"Eric? Hmm... It seems our Hel has a male Servant under her command," the Beast mused as she suddenly appeared at Hel's side, casually resting her hand on Hel's shoulder. Her tone was calm, but her eyes held a glint of curiosity. "How many males do you have?"
Hel gritted her teeth, her displeasure evident on her face. Hildr immediately moved to intervene, but the Beast's hand shot out, grasping Hildr's wrist and forcing it down with surprising strength. "Aren't you brave?" the Beast smiled, her voice laced with a hint of mockery. "Why not let loose a little? How about you find a suitable partner for yourself instead?"
"If you keep refusing me, the desires accumulated in my heart will not be able to be suppressed. Are you sure that's something you want, Hel?" The demonic bodhisattva's words hung heavy in the air, a thinly veiled threat laced with desire.
Hel's fierce glare bore into the demonic bodhisattva. "Fine. Do as you wish. Take her to Berserker."
"That's great." The beast's demeanor shifted, the tension in the air dissipating as her eyes softened, blinking towards Shirou's side. She took a deep breath and addressed him directly, "What type of Valkyrie are you?"
"A-46..."
"Then A-46, hurry up and introduce me to this Eric," the beast said eagerly, her breathing heavy with anticipation. It was clear that she could hardly contain her excitement.
Shirou quickly led the demonic bodhisattva to Eric Bloodaxe, enduring her constant pestering to move faster along the way. When Eric laid eyes on the beautiful Beast, his face lit up with excitement. "Oh, what a stunning beauty! To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence? Is there something you need from me?"
The demonic bodhisattva smiled coyly, batting her eyelashes. "I'm just a weak and helpless woman..." she purred, her voice dripping with false innocence.
As the two perverts seemed poised to engage in their twisted games, Shirou saw his chance to slip away unnoticed. He turned to make his escape, but the demonic bodhisattva's voice stopped him in his tracks.
"Wait a minute," She frowned, her brow furrowed in confusion. "This man exudes a pure, lustful scent, completely different from the ascetic scent you have. It's like comparing a cheap, disposable item to a high-end, quality product. Even with my mind consumed by thoughts of mating, I can still distinguish the difference."
Shirou felt a wave of disgust wash over him at the pervert's words. But he knew he had to find a way out of this situation quickly, before her suspicions grew any stronger.
Meanwhile, demonic bodhisattva's words struck a nerve with Eric Bloodaxe, his fiery temper flaring at the insult. "What cheap and quality products? How dare you compare me to some random man!" he bellowed, his face contorted with rage. This went beyond a simple matter of losing face; the humiliation of being belittled in front of another beautiful woman was simply too much for him to bear.
"How dare you..." Eric seethed, his voice dripping with menace as he approached the demonic bodhisattva.
However, she remained unfazed by his threatening demeanor. With a casual flick of her finger, she sent Eric flying across the room, his body crashing heavily into a pillar. The impact was so severe that he immediately lost consciousness, the intense pain overwhelming his senses. A thunderous bang echoed through the space as the pillar crumbled, burying Eric's limp form beneath the rubble.
The demonic bodhisattva covered her blushing face and said, "Even if he's a man, I'd be disappointed in myself for lowering my standards and settling for a cheap, disposable item like him." She then turned to Shirou, her eyes sparkling with lust. "So, where is this high-quality man? I'd love to meet him and help release his pent-up desires."
Shirou: "....."
With a face as red as a ripe peach, the demonic bodhisattva looked at him, her gaze both alluring and intimidating. "Besides this brute, who else have you been in contact with around here?"
He felt a chill run down his spine. For the first time, a woman made him feel genuinely intimidated. He knew he couldn't fall into the demonic bodhisattva's hands, or else he'd face a fate worse than death. But how could he bluff his way out of this situation? The only men left were Adam and Andersen, and there was no way he could sell out his friend.
Andersen... Shirou suddenly remembered. Kiara was the daughter of the Shingon Tachikawa Eiten School's head before she became a Beast. She had a special emotional attachment to Andersen's fairy tales, which were a source of comfort for her during her childhood. From a young age, Kiara suffered from an incurable illness and was said to have no chance of survival. Her only support at the time was her father's disciple, Andersen, who was forbidden from letting her have contact with the outside world.
It could be said that Andersen's fairy tales became a special emotional crutch for her and also one of the reasons for her separation from Kiara in Romania. With this in mind, Shirou didn't hesitate to take her to Andersen.
Comments
Moe
Let’s throw Anderson under the bus and hope that we can run far away from there
Kimo
Me too
JeanMartin Freites
I hope that the plan with Anderson works.
