Chapter 212: My Dear Lia~

After fucking them to his heart’s content, Rahu picked up the unconscious body of Mo Rath. His eyes fell on Mo Rath’s figure curiously.

Without wasting a single moment, his eyes glowed in a golden tint. From the tip of his finger, a wisp of black smoke escaped.

The moment that black smoke came in contact with Mo Rath’s body, his entire body shook as he was awoken in an instant.

“W-WHAT!? W-What are you doing!!? You bastard!!?”

Mo Rath tried to free himself from Rahu’s grip by shaking his body intensely. But it was useless. His grip was far too strong for him to even attempt anything. Then, a shadow fell over his body.

CRUNCH!!

A foot landed on his leg, brutally crushing it into pieces!

“AHHH!! THIS HURTSS!!!!? WHOOO!!!” Mo Rath howled in pain, but Amelia didn’t let go. Her eyes began to swirl dangerously as a wide, twisted smile stretched on her face.

Clutching his hand, she twisted it in a cruel angle.

“ARGHHH!! F-FUCK!! A-AMELIA!!? Y-YOU CRAZY BITCH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!!?” Mo Rath roared in bone-deep agony. Despair finally started to settle inside him.

Veins throbbed on Mo Rath’s forehead from the pain; all his cultivation had already vanished. He was merely a mortal right now. Amelia’s smile widened when she saw this. At this point, even Mo Rath was scared shitless of this woman.

He desperately tried to turn his head towards Rahu, but he saw that Rahu had closed his eyes and seemed to focus on something.

Just then, he felt a warm breath on his ears.

“You know, your dick doesn’t even come close to that man. It had stretched me so much that no other dicks could even come close to him.”

Amelia whispered with a twisted smile on her face. Twisting his hand further. Then, before she could continue any further.

Mo Rath’s body began to swell uncontrollably. He roared, “I CURSE YOU, YOU LITTLE SHIT. YOU AND YOUR WOMEN DIE A ROTTEN, MISERABLE DEATH!!!”

Then with a pop, he burst apart.

Yes, Mo Rath was dead.

Rahu finally opened his eyes, and there was a frown on his face. “Souls really are delicate. It didn’t even last a minute properly.”

Alongside his physique and laws. He tried to pry open Mo Rath’s soul and devour the information. But the information he obtained was only half, yet it was enough for now.

“So even he doesn’t know the origin of this body, huh?” Rahu spoke as he looked around; the blood and gore were splattered everywhere. He, of course, ignored the curse earlier. It was beneath him to even acknowledge those words.

Amelia was already on his back, hugging him as tight as she could.

From Mo Rath’s memories, he did obtain something crucial about his past. And when Rahu learned about this…he was shocked to the core.

Because Mo Rath hadn’t raised him since he was a kid, Mo Rath had once picked him up from an ancient ruin!

Yes, in a fucking ruin. This opened up a whole new realm of possibilities for Rahu. He could only try to find the answers by going back to that ruin.

But there was just a tiny, meeny problem…He doesn’t know where the fuck Dungeron was, nor did this old bastard.

He let out a sigh, but after a few seconds, he shrugged.

“My origin is irrelevant,” he chuckled. “Any place I, Rahu stand, becomes the origin.”

Amelia was still clinging to his back, humming a song. She didn’t seem bothered about the world around her.

“Alright, let’s go meet your sisters. And…” Rahu paused; a terrifying intent flashed in his eyes. An unseen, unknown weight pressed down on her shoulders.

“You’d better behave.”

For now, he admitted it was risky to bring this mentally unstable woman into his harem. Unfortunately, some things could no longer be delayed.

“Well, even if something does happen, Yveline and Vivianne are there to handle it.”

In response to his words, Amelia began biting his back tightly. Rahu shook his head when he saw this. Her jealousy was really something else.

With a flick of his finger, they both disappeared.

…

Inside the tower, the girls were still chatting and playing around. Vivianne and Lucy are bickering as always. But this time, another figure had joined them.

“Vivi! You are the heiress of one of the most noble of Houses! How can you speak such crass words!”

Silveria scolded Vivianne, who was busy fighting with Lucy.

“Huh!? Sister, but she started it!!” Vivianne pouted cutely, pointing a finger at the fuming woman standing behind her.

“ME!? You lying bitch! How dare you slander me!? What did Rahu even see in you to make you his wife!”

“Bitch! Watch your tongue—!!” Vivianne paused and snapped her head in the center. Yveline looked at the spot smilingly.

Miranthu stepped forward curiously, accompanied by Azaria. A tall figure of a handsome man materialised.

Rahu looked at them amusingly, around his neck. A pair of arms was tightened, squeezing him.

“Well, it seems you guys are getting along well. Knowing this fills me with indescribable happiness.” Rahu’s grin stretched wide when he uttered those words.

“Hmph! Pervert, why don’t you just say you want to fuck us all together?” Lucy pouted, but then her eyes wandered to the figure behind his back.

“Master, is she…who I think it is?” Thalia approached at a respectful distance and asked hesitantly.

Xinyi looked at the red head popping in the back curiously. This was the first time she had seen such an intense shade of crimson outside her clan.

“Sigh…Rahu, you really tamed that woman. Also, how the fuck is she so energetic?” Yveline smiled when she saw the couple.

The room fell into a brief period of silence.

Amelia slowly lifted her head from behind Rahu’s shoulder. Her violent crimson eyes swept across the room, lingering on each and every woman with naked possessiveness.

Her arms tightened around Rahu further.

Vivianne’s playful expression slowly faded. Lucy narrowed her eyes. Even the usually calm Azaria tensed a bit.

Miranthu’s golden eyes took a deeper shade of gold; every present woman could feel it.

This woman. She was incredibly dangerous and…possessive.

They could all feel it.

The heavy, suffocating, and unstable aura. Heck, unstable was a way too gentle word to describe the current woman in front of them.

Suddenly, dense and chilling killing intent surged from Amelia’s body, pressing down on the entire room and suffocating everyone, except a few.

“So…these are my sisters,” Amelia muttered, her voice on an unnatural edge.

Just then, a tyrannical aura pressed down on Amelia. It was so overbearing that a dozen of her bones even cracked!

“My Dear Lia, my sisters are a bit troubled by that killing intent, you know? Could you kindly withdraw that?” Yveline waved her hand with a smile on her face.

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