[Secret Mission Complete: Maou's Hunting]
[Objective Complete: Add a Satan/Descendant of Satan/Partner of Satan to your coven]
[Reward (Descendant of Satan): 5,000,000 SP. + 50 Points assignable to a single stat]
[Chosen: Int]
[The mission can be completed multiple times]
[Secret Mission Complete: Satans]
[Objective Complete: Add a Satan/Descendant of Satan/Partner of Satan to your coven]
[Reward (Partner of Descendant of Satan): 1,500,000 SP. + 15 Points assignable to a single stat]
[Chosen: Wis]
[The mission can be completed multiple times]
[Status]
Altair Regulus Asmodeus (House Black)
Race: Human-Demon Hybrid.
Title: Lustful Wunderkind.
Profession: Magician.
Mana (Evans): 100,980
Health: 100%
[Physical]
Speed: 115 (+25,600)
Strength: 101 (+25,600)
Reflexes: 117 (+25,600)
Endurance: 98 (+25,600)
Vitality: 107 (+51,200)
[Spirit]
Intelligence: 198 (+: 102,400)
Wisdom: 184 (+: 51,200)
Soul: 226 (+: 51,200)
Stats points: 100
Status Reset Tokens Price: 3
[SP: 13,316,200]
[Supreme-class pureblood demon: 15 points per physical stat. 25 soul points and 10 wisdom points.]
'I became high-class overnight,' he thought with a smile on his face. He had gotten up to check his stats.
His Evans had almost doubled overnight. His physical stats had increased enormously. Even the [Dual Cultivation] skill gave him a point of Wis.
Slap!
"I should thank you," he said to the woman beside him.
"Damn sicko," she whispered.
"Don't worry, it won't happen again. From now on, you'll be my bodyguard," he said, getting out of bed to take a shower.
He didn't feel bad about what had happened the night before. He had used her to vent his frustrations about the Sitri affair.
But she was there to seduce him, eventually ending up in his bed. Or him eating out of her hand. He scoffed at the idea. The woman was no saint. She planned to kill the women in his coven and then comfort him.
It had been a good fuck. A fat ass and tits in keeping with the damn Hentai that Japan was immersed in.
She was more receptive to his caresses than her stupid pride would allow her to admit. Her body dripped for him.
Altair thought about his future. Should he continue doing business with the Sitri? He was sure he could find other buyers. But not all of them would have the backing of a Satan. The Gremory wouldn't take the risk. Even if they did, they would resell it to the Sitri; they wouldn't compete against them.
There were only two real options: the Old Satan faction and the Bael.
The young man sighed heavily. The water soaked his body in seconds, allowing him to think more calmly.
'The Sitri are my allies for now.'
He stiffened as he began to think about Serafall. She was a Satan, not one of the originals, but he was a Satan nonetheless. His rewards would be the peak of the [Satans Hunting] mission. He had requested additional information.
[Possible rewards: Maou: 7,000,000 SP + 70 points assignable to a single stat. Descendant of Satan: 5,000,000 SP + 50 points assignable to a single stat. Satan's partner: 3,000,000 SP + 30 points assignable to a single stat. Satan's Descendant's Partner: 1,500,000 SP. + 15 Points assignable to a single stat]
Breaking ties with the Sitri meant turning away from the potential source of points that was Serafall and Sona.
He had to think clearly. Pride was important, yes, but increasing his power was even more critical. He heard footsteps entering the bathroom. It was Katerea.
"You said no! Ahhh!" He had pushed her face against the wall as he entered her.
"What were you doing coming in naked while I was showering?" he retorted.
"I... I was sticky," she excused herself.
"You lying bitch," he said. The woman placed her hands on the wall as he rammed her perfect ass.
Altair found satisfaction in seeing the bitch receptive to his caresses. He didn't even use his skills.
"Son of a bitch, fuck me harder," she insulted him as she begged. "Stupid kid—Ouch!" He grabbed her hair and pulled hard. A little more, and he would have ripped her hair out.
The woman turned her head in his direction. He spat in her face. She grimaced in disgust before he kissed her for the first time.
Altair's large hands roamed her body. He fondled her soft, smooth skin.
"Your Satan's cunt wants to milk me? You want a mixed-race bastard inside you?" The idea became terrifyingly appealing to him.
Wasn't it because he was mixed race that Lord Sitri didn't want him to marry Sona? Maybe that was why he fucked her so hard. A pureblood looking down on him because of his blood status.
"Don't you dare!" she screamed, but her pussy spoke for her as she spread her legs wider.
"All 72 of them, or those that remain," he said between thrusts. "They'll end up like you," he unloaded inside her, flooding her womb with his seed. "With the seed of a bastard coming out of their cunt," his cock popped out with a pop!
"It will never happen."
"My blood will run through the blood of the devils with greater force than Lucifer's," he said.
She fell to her knees. Her hands slipped down the wall.
Altair didn't care if she was tired. He brought his cock to her face, and she stuck her tongue out for him. She didn't try to suck it, no, she opened her jaw and relaxed her throat, waiting to be used.
Altair looked at Lady Leviathan's face and thought about how Lady Sitri would look in the same situation. Her laughing eyes while her silly mouth snapped as she gave him a blowjob. The same woman could be preparing him to fuck her daughters. While Lord Sitri watched everything from a corner, an irrelevant character lost.
Was it the increase in power that made him hallucinate with such goals? He wanted the underworld, not just to avenge his father. He wants to reform it, to create his own empire in it.
Perhaps when he calmed down, he would be able to see everything more clearly, more logically. But at that moment, he wanted all the purebloods of the underworld serving him. Riser's sister, Seekvaira, even Grayfia. All the racists he could find in the underworld.
The sound of his balls hitting the woman's chin echoed his thoughts. 'If such a proud bitch fell... what's stopping me from going after others?'
Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! Gluck! Gluck!
When he felt his orgasm approaching, he took away all her senses except taste. He wanted her to memorize the taste of his sperm like a good slut should.
Her panic quickly subsided, and he exploded shortly after. He left a large amount of cum in her mouth, but took the opportunity to paint her face white.
He left her for a few seconds when he pulled out of her mouth. He watched her lick her lips as if she had tasted a delicacy. The moan that came out of her would not have been possible if she could have heard herself.
'Ahhh! I got carried away,' she thought.
Not everyone in the underworld is evil. Not everyone is racist.
But those who are... well, they might as well present their women to him to take.
'Ah, but Lord Sitri certainly deserves to reward me, doesn't he?' he thought, looking satisfied at the woman on the floor, who seemed so powerful with the water falling on her. 'Perhaps I can understand Lady Sitri better than him.'