Chapter 145 Right.

Chapter 145: 145 Right.

"I’m on an extended villain sleepover! And where better than here?"

"H-hey. Hold on. I haven’t agreed to anything yet," I said, trying to impress some sanity on the proceedings.

"Oh, Milesy, you worry way too much!" Lilith giggled, already spinning around and practically skipping up the grand staircase. "Come on! We can discuss the renovations best in private!"

Before I could argue, she was already halfway to the second-floor landing. Ugh. Demons.

With a heavy sigh and a twist of my lips, I followed her deeper into the chalet.

I am a pragmatic man, but I am still a man, and a statue of solid granite couldn’t have kept its eyes off the aggressive, hypnotic sway of her hips as she walked up those stairs. Little surprise there. Bubbly personality aside, Lilith was still a succubus, with all the terrifying biological advantages that entailed.

Fortunately, the few minutes it took to reach the residential wing allowed me to organize my thoughts a little. I cleared my throat as we reached the second floor, watching as she began popping her head into rooms one by one.

"So... a sleepover, hm?" I said, crossing my arms.

"Oh, absolutely! I simply had to get away from the studio for a while," Lilith chirped, peering into a guest bath. "Edna has been so ridiculously strict lately! The corporate capes have had her so stressed that she wouldn’t even let me put a plunge neckline on a water-manipulator. Can you imagine? A water cape without cleavage! It’s a crime against nature!"

"Right. And that’s why you needed to get away?"

"Oh, of course, Milesy."

"And you couldn’t... I don’t know, give me a call to ask about staying at my place before Edna literally dumped you in my driveway?"

"And ruin the surprise? Oh, Milesy! That would be so boring. Aha! Perfect!" she crowed, throwing open the heavy oak doors to one of the largest bedrooms and flouncing inside.

It was the master guest suite. Curtains drawn, bed immaculately made. It must have been the Winter King’s old room, considering it was extravagantly nice. A massive four-poster bed, a sunken living space, and a huge stone fireplace. Rhea’s spider-bots had been working double shifts as maids, so all the chalet’s rooms were at least in highly livable condition.

Lilith twirled about, examining the place with a critical, glowing yellow eye. "Hmm. A little gloomy, but it will have to do for now! At least until I can get some crushed red velvet and black satin sheets in here."

"This is the master guest suite," I pointed out.

"And I am a master guest!" Lilith gushed, bouncing onto the mattress to test the springs. "Hmm. Needs a much higher thread count, but oh yes. I think I can make this work. Of course, I wouldn’t dream of changing the decor without your okay, Milesy."

"Ah, of course. Naturally, you wouldn’t dream of pulling up in an armored Maybach and dropping three hundred pounds of designer luggage in my foyer," I said dryly.

"Exactly! But don’t you see," she said, rising from the bed and throwing her arms wide, her spaded tail swishing excitedly behind her. "You need me!"

"Do I?"

"Of course! Oh, Milesy!" Lilith said as she swept back toward me, completely invading my personal space. "Don’t get me wrong! You’re a villain of wonderful, pragmatic quality. Very brooding! Very menace! But you can’t have a massive, imposing evil lair like this without some thorough redecorating. You’ve never had a real base before! You wouldn’t know where to begin!"

"I think I can handle—"

"So why not use me, Milesy?" Lilith crooned.

She stepped in flush against me. Her crimson hands rested heavily on my shoulders, her head tilting down just enough so her glowing, sulfurous eyes locked onto mine.

The bubbly, air-headed intern persona suddenly vanished, replaced by something much older and infinitely more dangerous. It was a look I knew well.

A heated, predatory gaze that made my skin tingle with static and my manhood stiffen in immediate, biological obedience.

"Milesy. I think you and I could do... so very much... together..."

I felt her thick, spaded tail steal around my calf, gliding slowly up my leg until the spade grazed my thigh. Not exactly a subtle invitation.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find Lilith mind-numbingly attractive. Any straight man with a pulse would.

She was a creature literally born of temptation and biologically engineered for damnation. My eyes trailed back down to her heaving breasts, the white blouse straining violently against the buttons.

"You really have no better plans for a vacation?" I asked again, my voice coming out slightly rougher than intended.

"Do you have the slightest idea how agonizing it is for me to be Edna’s ’good girl’?"

"You? A good girl?" I actually laughed, which turned into a sharp, choking gasp as the flat of her tail brushed deliberately against my crotch through my pants.

"Oh, yes, Milesy," Lilith cooed.

Her crimson hands trailed down from my shoulders, her long, manicured fingers playing with the collar of her own blouse.

She undid the top button. Then the second. That got my immediate, undivided interest. The buttons gave way under the immense pressure of her breasts like a breaching dam.

"I feel so... suffocated at the studio," Lilith whispered, her voice dropping into a husky purr. "I don’t mind the measuring and the sewing. I accept it. The cost of doing business in the mortal realm. But Edna makes me design such boring, ’tactical’ silhouettes. I barely get to break out the really fun leather harnesses. I can’t design the truly naughty, villainous things I so desperately crave to work on."

I caught my breath as she shrugged the blouse off completely, letting it pool around her wrists.

She was bare underneath, her massive, firm breasts unrestrained, her flawless crimson skin radiating a dizzying heat.

"Sometimes, I feel like such a prisoner, Milesy. So... confined. So..." Her leg eased between mine, running her thigh against my growing bulge. Her glowing eyes lidded, smoky and intensely teasing. "...tight."

I was absolutely losing this battle, and I wasn’t entirely sure I minded. Lilith had always been friendly.

Beyond helping Edna with Psyren’s costume, she’d been a massive help with my own gear updates, and had always been incredibly tactile with me. Not quite in this way before, of course, but I certainly wasn’t complaining.