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🕑 Added 2025-07-05 21:00:02 +0000 UTCEP.267 Omen (17)
Even in this situation, I had to make sure Aris’s lifeline wasn’t cut off.
Anne, as a single demon, wasn’t much to worry about, but the fact that the one she served was the next Demon King couldn’t be ignored.
I desperately wanted to continue my plans, assuming all my female dogs were safe.
If Aris’s life became threatened and Anne felt a sense of crisis, and if the Demon King still considered Anne a valuable subordinate, the Demon King’s side might do anything to rescue Aris.
If Aris died, it would be like the Demon King losing a capable subordinate in Anne.
But if Anne and Aris’s contract didn’t require both to survive, then I had no reason to keep Aris alive.
Aris would become a worthless existence I could kill at any time, and if Anne was hoping Aris’s death would free her from their old contract, then I’d have gained the chance to use Aris in a completely different way.
If, as Bell suggested, Aris died during the ritual as a sacrifice, it wouldn’t be a problem.
If Prin or Meril objected, I could just use the goddesses’ power to bind Aris’s soul in a temple just like with Yuliana, I could bring her back whenever I wanted.
Once I’d sorted out my thoughts, my interest in Anne quickly faded.
I was sure there was no more information I could get from Anne, and she seemed to have lost interest in me as well.
Unlike me, though, Anne had already conveyed her true purpose, so she probably felt there was no need to continue the conversation.
She quietly shared my silence, making no move to break it.
Realizing the connection with Anne would probably end soon, I started moving again, unhurried.
There was no need for me to rush.
As soon as I connected with her mind, Meril, who had climaxed noisily, was still quietly savoring the afterglow.
I hoped she could at least relieve some stress through such climaxes.
Part of the reason I slowed down was because I still had questions about Aris, whom Meril was still holding by the leash.
My assessment of Anne was that she was a low-grade bitch I could easily handle if she showed up in front of me.
But unlike me, Aris seemed to perceive the demon she’d contracted with as a truly terrifying being.
Judging by Aris’s current mental state, it was clear that just thinking of Anne was enough to plunge her into extreme fear at any moment.
Anne must have realized this too, since after initially pressuring Aris hard, she’d shown no further interest.
So if Aris just stayed quietly out of sight, she could probably escape Anne’s attention entirely.
Yet Aris still hadn’t fully recovered mentally.
Since Anne’s influence had reached this far, Aris’s mental state had only grown more unstable with time.
At this point, it was probably the Demon King behind Anne that terrified her so much.
Even so, it was hard to understand why Aris was so anxious.
Because of this incident, she’d come to believe that someone bound to her by contract could take her life at any time, so it made sense she’d be anxious about Anne.
But if you really thought about it, the one Aris should fear now wasn’t Anne, but me.
Anyone with half a brain would realize she was more likely to be killed by me than by Anne.
Even if she was a pig who completely disregarded me, she was surrounded by me and my female dogs, stripped of all her power, and with Anne having no intention to save her, there was no chance of things turning around.
If I were just a bit more ruthless, I could kill Aris without considering Meril or Prin at all.
Even if I decided to use Aris to the end instead of killing her, her actions wouldn’t change.
From Aris’s perspective, no matter how much she tried to hope, she could only conclude she’d be tormented until the brink of death and forced to spill everything she knew.
Yet, instead of fearing me, Aris kept obsessively wishing she could live, feeling only extreme fear toward Anne.
Maybe because she, like Meril, was affected by magic, she kept layering desperate pleas for her life with repeated climaxes.
At this point, she was just a hopeless, low-grade sow.
She was already worthless enough to be discarded if she lost all value, and now, with her mind gone, she just kept repeating the same things over and over, making me want to get rid of her from my territory.
If she would just start fearing me instead of Anne, things might go a bit more smoothly.
But everything she did was useless to me, so my mood only kept getting worse.
What was it?
Was it just that she’d lost all her power and confidence?
Or was there something else I hadn’t noticed?
If it was the former, I could just stop caring.
But if it was the latter, my doubts would only grow, making my mood worse by the day.
Until I knew the real reason, it would keep bothering me.
I could only get the answer from Aris herself, but given how she’d kept her mouth shut, I doubted she’d cooperate now.
Even if I kept going with my plans for Aris, I was sure she’d never resolve my doubts.
Maybe that’s why, as I walked, I felt more and more complicated.
Normally, when I felt like this, fucking a female dog’s pussy was the best cure.
And since Meril, who’d just been harassed by Anne, was probably feeling the same way, I headed toward the mansion without much thought.
But it seemed my female dog had a very different idea.
Just as I used to fuck my female dogs for stress relief, she was clearly thinking of relieving her own stress by getting fucked by her master.
I stopped right in front of Meril.
She looked up at me blankly, mouth slightly open, drooling.
But her attention seemed much more focused on my cock than my face.
Shivering, she looked at me, then slowly lowered her head.
As if she’d been waiting desperately, Meril stared blankly at my cock.
After several silent, fish-like mouth movements, she finally managed to speak, about ten seconds later.
“M-Master…♥”
