Chapter 912: The First Stage

The Beastwoman crossed the distance between them with enough force to shatter the stone beneath her feet, blackened eyes locked onto Asmodeus while her claws tore through the air towards his throat. Yet to him, she moved painfully slowly, every twitch of her muscles and every strained pulse beneath her neck visible through the countless eyes scattered across his blood wings.

’She’s still conscious.’

That changed his previous thoughts on how to deal with this issue. He planned to just blow her into a wall with his magic, rendering her unconscious.

Asmodeus raised one hand and caught her wrist before the claws reached his skin, the impact producing a thunderous boom that shattered several nearby windows. Despite the violent collision, his arm didn’t move even an inch, while the Beastwoman released a tortured snarl and immediately swung her other hand towards his face.

"Enough."

He didn’t shout or raise his voice.

If anything, his voice sounded like an adult, or a father, scolding a naughty child for playing a prank.

The Beastwoman’s entire body slammed into the ground as an overwhelming pressure descended from above, cracking the stone beneath her without crushing the woman herself.

Her claws scraped desperately across the street while black veins throbbed beneath her skin, yet no matter how violently the drug forced her muscles to struggle, she couldn’t raise herself even a centimetre.

"R-Run..."

"I heard you the first time, but you see..."

Asmodeus squatted beside her and placed two fingers against the side of her neck, feeling the unnatural rhythm beneath her skin. Her heart wasn’t simply beating quickly; it was hammering with enough force that an ordinary human would have already suffered some form of cardiac failure, while her muscles continued contracting despite being completely pinned.

"...I’m not going to leave you alone. Whatever they gave you is forcing your body beyond its natural limits, so I need you to keep fighting it. I will save you."

"Kill... me..."

"No."

Her eyes twitched towards him while pulsing violently with countless capillaries about ready to burst.

Asmodeus stared directly into those blackened pupils before tightening his grip around her wrist. "You managed to warn those people while something is tearing your mind apart from the inside, so don’t insult me by asking for the easy way out now."

His actions seemed to confuse the woman as she let out a bestial roar; maybe she was laughing, or it could have been a wail of comfort.

But the medicine twisted it into an obscene, battle-like cry.

’Anyone normal would think she was going to attack or kill me...’

Either way, Asmodeus had already stopped listening because the eyes covering his wings were feeding him dozens of different views throughout the surrounding streets.

A bear Beastman had overturned a carriage several hundred metres away and was trying to reach the family hiding beneath it. Two feline Beastwomen were fighting each other inside an alley, their drugged instincts apparently unable to distinguish friend from foe, while another group of five tore through the entrance of an old residence where wounded knights had once recovered.

All of them were under the influence.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself, "Maybe this is why I wanted Yuina so badly..." Beastmen had a strange charm that no other race held.

"Ack.... me..... save....!"

’Thirty-seven.’

That was only what he could see immediately.

The pressure of his mana expanded.

Buildings groaned.

Windows rattled in their frames while frightened civilians throughout the district suddenly felt something enormous pass over them, yet rather than suffocating beneath it, the strange force flowed around ordinary humans without touching them.

The Beastmen weren’t so fortunate.

One after another, rampaging figures collapsed.

"I know, I’ll save you and all your brothers and sisters."

The bear smashed face-first into the street before reaching the overturned carriage. Both feline women dropped in the middle of their struggle, while all five Beastmen charging through the old residence suddenly found their limbs pressed against the floor as if a mountain had fallen across their backs.

Asmodeus remained crouched beside the first woman.

"Thirty-seven."

His eyes narrowed.

"Thirty-eight."

Another presence appeared inside the building behind him.

Asmodeus didn’t turn to face this fool; instead, he kept eye contact with the terrified woman in his arms. The thought, maybe this was why he had so many women, passed through his mind for a second before returning to the man behind him.

A masked man stepped onto the roof carrying a short metallic tube in one hand, his gaze moving between the collapsed Beastmen below with obvious confusion.

He reached inside his coat with his free hand, perhaps searching for another tool or signalling device, but his fingers had barely disappeared beneath the fabric when something wet tightened around his wrist.

"What...?"

A crimson thread had wrapped around him.

Another coiled around his ankle.

Before the man could react, dozens more erupted from the blood spilled across the street and pierced through his clothes without touching the flesh beneath.

These threads were an inch thick, pulsed as if alive and grew from Asmodeus’s back.

With the simple curl of his finger, the man flew from the rooftop.

"AARGH!"

His body stopped a hand’s breadth above the ground.

Asmodeus finally glanced towards him.

"You."

The masked man’s eyes widened.

Of course, by this point the illusion magic of Riel had long faded, showing the bronze body and thick horns of the demon emperor gazing down upon him.

Asmodeus could smell fear even from several metres away, and unlike the Beastwoman fighting desperately against the drug, there was absolutely nothing pitiable about this bastard.

"How did you infect them?"

"I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!"

This answer pleased Asmodeus.

All pity and hesitation about torturing these filthy humans vanished.

The blood threads tightened, constantly growing in number, crushing the man’s muscles, tearing flesh from bone with slow twists.

"You really chose that answer?"

"I swear!"

"How disappointing."

Asmodeus flicked his wrist.

One of the crimson threads tore the metallic cylinder from the man’s hand before floating towards him. The object resembled a hollow tuning fork enclosed within a black shell, with several tiny crystals embedded around the inner chamber.

The moment it came close to the restrained Beastwoman, her body reacted.

Her pupils widened.

The veins along her neck swelled violently as another wave of aggression forced her claws into the stone.

Asmodeus’s expression darkened.

"So that’s how... no wonder."

Much like animals in his world, they could hear sounds and things that most humans couldn’t dream of; even he, a demon emperor, could barely hear the extremely high-pitched noise this despicable tuning fork released.

"Does this thing trigger their primal instincts, or is it different... maybe it causes their aggressive instincts to surface...?"

Although speaking to himself, the male shook upon hearing his words, revealing all Asmodeus needed from him.

’These filthy bastards.’

Asmodeus closed his fingers around the device.

Crunch.

Metal and crystal collapsed into powder.

Almost immediately, the Beastwoman’s breathing became slightly easier.

However, this wouldn’t cure her... because the next moment a thick, almost sickly sweet scent emitted from the woman’s body. Her eyes became glassy and wet as she stroked up and down Asmodeus’s thighs.

’You sick bastards!?’

It was obvious that other instincts would bloom after the intense anger and aggression faded, but Asmodeus never expected such intense lust.

’No... maybe it was because of me?’

Any woman might fall for such kind and affectionate words, especially if she’s on the edge of life and death from her perspective.

"...Well, Riel won’t blame me, right?"

Without hesitation, he tapped the woman’s head, clearing enough pressure from her body that she could move freely again.

She was definitely a middle-aged beauty, with soft animal ears buried beneath dishevelled hair and a mature figure that even the ragged dress couldn’t completely hide, but Asmodeus wasn’t interested in trampling over whatever emotions remained beneath the drug.

Unfortunately, her body seemed to have other ideas.

The Beastwoman immediately crawled closer, rubbing her cheek against his thigh while releasing a strange, needy whimper. Her nose twitched several times before she inhaled his scent deeply, and whatever restraint remained in those glassy eyes disappeared.

Asmodeus lowered his hand from the woman’s forehead after suppressing the worst of the drug’s influence. Her breathing remained rough and her skin burned beneath his touch, yet those blackened eyes had finally regained enough clarity to recognise him.

The Beastwoman inhaled deeply.

Then again a second time.

Her animal ears twitched as her gaze slowly travelled down his body, lingering somewhere below his waist while the strange sweetness leaking from her skin became increasingly intense.

"...You’re still affected by that damn poison, rest...!"

"I know..."

Her voice sounded embarrassed now rather than mindless or angry.

She swallowed before rubbing her thighs together and whispering, "But I know what I’m doing."

Asmodeus stared into her eyes for several seconds.

"You’re certain? I am not the kind of man who can give you a normal life."

The Beastwoman’s cheeks darkened.

Instead of answering verbally, she slowly lifted her dress around her waist before hooking two fingers beneath her panties and pulling the damp fabric aside. Her tail curled around his thigh as she turned, lowering herself carefully onto his lap with her back pressed against his chest.

"Does this answer you, Your Majesty?"

"...Quite clearly."

Asmodeus loosened his trousers.

The moment she felt him beneath her, the Beastwoman’s breath stopped.

"Aah..."

Her knees spread wider before she hurriedly lifted the back of her dress, slipped her panties aside and turned away from him before bending forward. Her movements became strangely frantic as she lowered herself into a deep squat, thighs spreading while her face gradually distorted with an expression of bewildered pleasure.

"H-Haaa...!"

Whatever happened beneath the concealing curtain of her dress remained hidden from the watching man, yet her face immediately betrayed everything. Her brows knitted together, mouth open wide while a trembling moan escaped her throat as she slowly sank further.

"A-Ahhh...!"

Asmodeus gripped her waist.

"Easy."

"I... am..."

She certainly wasn’t.

The Beastwoman began moving almost immediately, lifting her hips before sinking again with enough enthusiasm that the fabric covering their bodies repeatedly fluttered. Soft, wet noises leaked from beneath her dress with each movement, accompanied by increasingly breathless little moans she unsuccessfully tried to swallow.

"Nnnh... haa... haaah..."

’So much for calming down.’

If not for the situation, Asmodeus might’ve laughed. Yet his amusement vanished when his gaze returned to the masked man.

Blood surged from the gutters, broken windows and wounded bodies scattered throughout the surrounding streets, forming dozens of crimson spears in the air. None pointed towards the Beastmen.

Every single one faced him.

The masked man’s face drained of colour.

Asmodeus barely acknowledged it.

Behind the concealing curtain of the Beastwoman’s dress came another soft, sticky sound as she shifted upon his lap, her warm breath brushing against his neck while he continued watching the prisoner.

"You said you don’t know where the other devices are."

"I-I don’t!"

"Good."

The answer clearly wasn’t what the man expected.

Asmodeus smiled.

"Then we won’t waste time asking you something you supposedly don’t know."

The Beastwoman lifted herself slightly before lowering again, forcing a trembling moan between clenched teeth.

"Nnnh...!"

Asmodeus tightened one arm around her waist, steadying her without ever looking away from the prisoner.

"Instead, you’re going to tell me how your cell receives orders."

Behind Asmodeus’s words came another damp plap, followed by the Beastwoman suddenly covering her mouth.

"Mmmph...!"

Asmodeus glanced sideways.

"Don’t mind us."

The masked man stared at him in disbelief.

"Wrong answer."

His index finger moved.

One crimson spike punched through the man’s thigh.

"GYAAAAH!"

The scream echoed throughout the street while the Beastwoman jolted in Asmodeus’s arms, her inner muscles suddenly tightening hard enough to make his fingers sink into her waist.

"A-Ahn...!"

Another slow bounce.

Another sticky sound hidden beneath the dress.

Asmodeus barely reacted, his eyes remaining fixed on the prisoner even as the woman began moving faster upon his lap.

"You misunderstand your position." His voice remained almost conversational. "I don’t need information because I’m capable of stopping this without difficulty."

The Beastwoman whimpered with her back against his chest, grasping his neck behind her.

"Haa... deeper..."

Asmodeus tightened one arm around her stomach and pulled her down harder.

Plap.

"Ahhh...!"

The masked man visibly flinched.

Asmodeus smiled.

"I need information because every second you waste makes saving your victims slightly more annoying."

"I told you, I don’t know!"

A second spear entered his shoulder.

Schlick!

"AAAAARGH!"

The Beastwoman’s hips continued rising and falling beneath her dress as though the screaming man no longer existed, her tail wrapping tightly around Asmodeus’s leg while his cock disappeared inside her again and again. Her moans gradually lost whatever restraint remained, mixing obscenely with the man’s cries while Asmodeus continued interrogating him without the slightest change in expression.

"Haa... haaa...!"

"Where are they?"

"I DON’T KNOW!"

Schlick!

"AARGH!"

"Wrong again."

"A-Ah...!"

Asmodeus paused as he looked down at the oddly pretty woman.

The Beastwoman had begun trembling violently, her hips no longer keeping any proper rhythm as her face twisted with approaching pleasure.

"...Seriously?"

She looked back at him with wet, unfocused eyes.

"Don’t... stop..."

Asmodeus looked towards the city, then back to the prisoner as he also began to enjoy this situation a little too much... a familiar pressure growing as the beautiful beast bounced away on him.

"How long until the second?"

The man swallowed.

"Ten minutes."

Asmodeus smiled and stopped holding back, because he finally got some information. So he stopped acting passive and began to thrust his hips violently.

"Haaa!?"

The woman’s face drowned in pleasure as she clung to Asmodeus for dear life.

Meanwhile, the human slowly bled out in agony.

"Now we’re getting somewhere."