Kusanagi Residence, Living Room—
Two identical, cute, and adorable little lolis sat on the sofa, watching cartoons on the television while munching on chocolate.
Having become "eating buddies," Athena and Metis's relationship had inexplicably grown much closer recently.
The maid, Arianna, was busy clattering away in the kitchen. Having just weathered a major crisis had no effect on her whatsoever. After experiencing similar incidents time and time again, the maid had long since grown accustomed to it and was extremely calm.
Because of the Cult Leader's appearance, it was unlikely that Sora and the others would be leaving today. Before grabbing the Cult Leader and heading into a room, Sora had informed the girls of this.
"Hikari, p-peeking is wrong. We should go help Arianna prepare the meal."
Beside the door, a blushing Yuri spoke to the little Miko, Hikari. The mere thought of what that bad boy Sora might be doing to Cult Leader Luo Hao made the pure Miko's heart pound with shyness.
"Hmph, I'm not peeking. I'm just worried about whether Sora-oniichan is in danger. After all, his opponent is that legendary, terrifying Demon King."
She wore an expression of righteous indignation, but her rapidly darting, large eyes betrayed her true intentions. When she discovered the door wasn't locked, the little Miko Hikari's eyes lit up with excitement and anticipation.
"Big sister, do you want to watch too? You'll regret it if you don't!"
Turning her head, the precocious and cunning girl winked at Yuri. Hikari then gently pushed the door open a crack and peered inside.
Her heart was a mess of apprehension, shyness, and nervousness. After hesitating for a long time with a blushing face, Yuri ultimately didn't leave. Instead, she also leaned her head over and looked inside with her little sister, Hikari.
"I'm just worried about Sora, in case he does something dangerous with that temperamental Cult Leader..."
Having found an excuse for herself, the Miko watched with a clear conscience.
Seeing her innocent sister's expression of shyness mixed with endless curiosity, a wicked arc formed on the little Miko Hikari's lips. Every time she managed to get her silly big sister to do something bad with her, the little Miko felt a strange thrill and sense of accomplishment...
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"Husband, why have you brought this palace here?"
Her brows furrowed. Looking around, Luo Hao's tone was tinged with a cold chill.
Because Sora had just sided with his knights instead of her, the perpetually proud Cult Leader felt very unaccustomed to it and was extremely displeased. If it weren't for the fact that she had acknowledged Sora as her husband, she might have already struck down those ill-mannered girls who didn't know their place!
"Heh... you seem angry. Come here, come here."
Sitting in a chair, a wicked arc formed on Sora's lips as he beckoned to the Cult Leader.
After a slight hesitation, although she was very dissatisfied with Sora's earlier favoritism, Luo Hao still obeyed his words, taking light lotus steps towards him.
"Oof..."
Just as Luo Hao arrived in front of him, she was pulled down by Sora. Instantly losing her balance, she fell across his lap.
"Husband, you..."
This accident caught the Cult Leader completely off guard. For her, the noble and majestic one, to be in such an embarrassing position, filled Luo Hao's heart with shame and anger. She instinctively wanted to struggle and stand up.
SLAP!!!
An incredibly crisp sound echoed continuously throughout the room.
Feeling the fiery sting on her delicate backside, Luo Hao was completely stunned. What just happened? Was my noble and private rear end... spanked?
"Tsk tsk, as expected of my beautiful and lovely Cult Leader. This feels absolutely wonderful!"
While Luo Hao was completely dumbfounded and unable to process what had happened, Sora was sighing with infinite wickedness.
"You... you dare to strike this palace?!!!"
Finally snapping out of it, Luo Hao shot her head up and glared at Sora with boundless shame and rage, an endless, cold aura erupting from her body.
Although that little bit of pain was nothing to a Campione like the Cult Leader, it was unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable!
She was Luo Hao, the one and only under heaven and earth! She was the invincible supreme ruler of the universe! No one could humiliate her like this, not even the man she had called "Husband"!
The extreme pride and self-esteem she had cultivated over many years erupted completely at this moment. She felt boundless anger piercing through her heart, drilling into her mind, and even seeping into every cell of her body!
At this moment, there was only one single, endlessly crazed thought in Luo Hao's mind: she wanted to kill! She wanted to kill every single person here! To make them pay a terrible price for desecrating her!!!
SLAP!!!
Just as the Cult Leader was on the verge of demonic possession from endless shame and rage, another crisp sound rang out.
Yes, that's right. The Cult Leader's noble and private rear end was spanked again by a certain wicked fellow...
The boundless shame made Luo Hao feel like she was about to explode. Without a second thought, she prepared to fight Sora to the death.
Although she had acknowledged Sora and called him husband before, her pride and self-esteem as Luo Hao would not allow her to submit at anyone's feet!
However, the next moment, Luo Hao, whose expression had been twisted with shame and anger, froze completely, her face then filled with endless horror—
Luo Hao suddenly discovered that she couldn't move her body...
It wasn't a feeling of paralysis or weakness, but rather the feeling that her body was not her own. No matter how she commanded it, it wouldn't move in the slightest!
This feeling was extremely, extremely bad. Even the strong-willed Cult Leader couldn't help but feel a flicker of panic...
"My dear Cult Leader, have you forgotten? From the moment we sealed the contract, your body, your soul, your everything... already belongs to me."
Leaning down, Sora whispered softly in Luo Hao's ear, his face a mask of infinite wickedness.
Sora had often told his women that their bodies, souls, and everything belonged to him. This wasn't just a wicked phrase that came to him on a whim; Sora's contract was inherently that domineering!
For any woman who had sealed a contract with him, Sora could control everything about them. He could control their bodies, their emotions, their thoughts, their...
It could be said that Sora's contract was a complete and total slave contract: domineering, dark, and wicked!
Of course, although his contract was very powerful, Sora rarely used these abilities. He preferred his women to have their own personalities, rather than being dolls he could manipulate at will. That wouldn't be interesting.
Don't be fooled by how Miss Saya or Miss Mine used to argue with him. In fact, Sora rather enjoyed it. He felt an unusual sense of pleasure whenever he was bullying and suppressing them.
Of course, Sora would occasionally use some of the contract's power. For example, when he found it troublesome, he would directly alter the memories of the girls he fancied. Or, for instance, he could make Najenda, who once hated him to death, fall helplessly and desperately in love with him. Or, for instance, like now, he could make the Cult Leader's body unable to move so he could properly discipline her...
Well, in short, everything was to satisfy this guy's wicked pleasures...