Asmodeus System: Stealing My Bully's Mother

​Late morning in Dorfyk Village. The freezing air blew softly, shaking the remaining snow from the bare branches of the giant oak tree at the edge of the village.

Beneath the shade of the old oak, Valera Voss stood, blending into the shadows.

The female knight leaned casually. Her sleeveless black leather armor wrapped around her biceps, hardened against the cold. Her Zweihander was sheathed firmly across her back. Her golden eyes swept the dirt path, ensuring no villagers—be it merchants, housewives, or snot-nosed brats—dared to approach.

Valera’s trained ears suddenly caught a sound from inside the wooden house behind her.

The calm conversation from earlier shattered into panic. A stifled scream echoed.

Crash! The sound of a thick book or stone mortar being knocked to the floor. Small footsteps stomped backward in a panic, slamming into the wooden wall.

Valera didn’t immediately bust the door down. Her right hand merely slid down, resting on the hilt of her Zweihander. The bloodhound knew her place. She waited for the signal.

Only a few seconds later, the signal arrived.

The golden spiraling rose tattoo on Valera’s left neck flared brightly behind her collar. It wasn’t the agonizing sting of Sin Mana, but rather a warm, heavy flow of energy saturated with authority. A soundless call from the Demon Lord. An absolute command to enter.

Valera smirked savagely. She turned and took wide strides up the porch.

CRASH!

The wooden door was kicked open. Valera darted inside. A chaotic scene immediately greeted her golden eyes.

In the corner of the room, near the messy workbench, Miya Evarett stood cornered. Her white robe was wrinkled. Her blonde hair hung in disarray, partially covering her pale face. The petite girl was weeping hysterically.

From beneath the white robe on her left thigh, a dim crimson light glowed through the fabric’s fibers.

In front of her stood Ethan Valen. His calmness was absolute, like a predator that had just locked its jaws around its prey’s neck.

Seeing Valera burst in, the remaining color drained completely from Miya’s face. Her fear skyrocketed to its absolute peak. She tried to back away, but her back was already pressed against the bookshelf.

”Hold her,” Ethan commanded coldly. His eyes didn’t leave Miya’s purple ones for a single second.

It only took a fraction of a second for the Gold Knight to execute the order.

Valera shot forward. In the blink of an eye, she was already behind Miya. Her muscular left arm wrapped around the healer’s petite waist, lifting her body into the air so she lost her footing.

At the same time, Valera’s leather-gloved right palm clamped tightly over Miya’s mouth. A grip as strong as an iron vise, yet calculated with precision so as not to break the Elf girl’s fragile jaw.

”Mmphhh!! Mmmphhhh!!”

Miya thrashed wildly. Her survival instincts exploded. Her legs kicked the empty air. Her hands clawed desperately at Valera’s arm, but her nails blunted harmlessly against the knight’s leather armor. Miya’s tears soaked Valera’s glove. Her stifled moans were heart-wrenching.

Valera leaned her lips close to Miya’s pointed ear. ”Shh... Don’t fight it, Little Healer,” Valera whispered. Her husky voice was as cold as ice. ”My Master won’t hurt you... unless you force him to.”

Hearing that lethal whisper, Miya’s thrashing slowly weakened, replaced by desperate sobs that shook her entire body.

Ethan stepped slowly toward the girl in his executioner’s embrace.

”I’m going to offer you a deal, Miya,” Ethan said, his tone returning to a rational calm. ”I will tell Valera to let go of her hand. If you scream, she will silence you again and probably break a finger or two. If you stay quiet, you may speak. Understand?”

Miya stared at Ethan’s crimson eyes in horror. She nodded slowly from behind Valera’s palm.

Ethan gave a signal. Valera pulled her right hand back, letting Miya greedily gasp for oxygen. However, the knight’s left arm still locked tightly around Miya’s waist.

”Hah... Hah... You... you monster...” Miya sobbed, panting heavily.

”I never denied that,” Ethan replied flatly. His fingertips lifted, wiping away the tears on Miya’s pale cheek. ”But remember one thing... everything I told you earlier was the truth. And you were the one who chose to believe it.”

Miya turned her face away from Ethan’s touch. ”You manipulated me with that story!”

”Did I?” Ethan smirked faintly. A smile that tore through the Priestess’s sanity. ”Then what about yesterday afternoon? When you were hiding behind your window curtains, watching me help the villagers shovel snow?”

Miya’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened to their absolute limit. He... knew?!

”I knew you were watching me, Miya,” Ethan whispered, caressing the girl’s blonde hair. ”I did it deliberately for you. And you took the bait because, deep down in your heart... you are tired of living alone. You are desperate for someone to trust.”

Miya trembled violently.

Caught between paralyzing terror, and immense shame because her deepest, most secret desires had been brutally exposed.

On her left thigh, the crimson rose tattoo pulsed even hotter. Channeling a sensation that melted the cartilage in her knees. The biological sensation from the Lust Brand made it impossible for her to defy the Demon Lord.

”Valera,” Ethan called out. His voice dropped heavy. ”Hold her legs.”

”As you command, My Master.”

Valera let go of Miya’s waist, dropping to her knees behind the girl instead. Her monster-powered hands immediately grabbed the backs of Miya’s knees, holding her up from below, before forcibly spreading them apart.

”N-No! Let me go! No!!” Miya screamed. She struggled with her remaining strength, hitting Ethan’s arms.

But under the Gold Knight’s grip, the petite body was completely helpless. She was forced open. Entirely exposed to the danger standing before her.

Ethan closed the remaining distance between them.

Both his hands held the sides of Miya’s face gently, locking her head in place. He leaned down, then kissed the Elf girl’s forehead. A tenderness completely contradictory to the cruelty currently taking place.

”I promised I wouldn’t hurt you, Miya,” Ethan whispered.

And so, the climax of the subjugation began.

Ethan moved with a steady tempo. There was no brutal physical violence, yet every single movement radiated absolute dominance. Dense Sin Mana flowed from Ethan’s body, resonating cruelly with the Lust Brand on Miya’s thigh.

Miya let out a muffled scream. Her nails clawed desperately at Ethan’s black shirt.

However, as Sin Mana flooded her magic circuit, the sensation from the bloody rose ripped away the Priestess’s sanity. Behind her, Valera held her legs with steely obedience.

Slowly, Miya’s screams of rejection subsided, melting into humiliating moans. Her tensed muscles now went limp, responding instinctively to every touch Ethan gave. The room transformed from an arena of despair into the stage for an inevitable magical subjugation.

Valera immediately noticed the drastic change in the body within her grasp. The struggling vanished, replaced by a submissive surrender.

”My Master...” Valera whispered softly. ”She is ready.”

Ethan glanced back briefly and nodded. ”Leave us.”

Valera released her grip. Miya’s legs remained in position, no longer attempting to kick. Valera stood up, casting a brief glance at Miya, who was now leaning submissively against Ethan’s chest with her eyes closed and her breathing heavy.

Without a sound of her footsteps, the knight stepped out and closed the door tightly.

Outside, Valera leaned back against the oak tree. The bloodhound smirked faintly. She listened to the silence now dominating the interior of the house. Another soul had just fallen into her master’s hands. She reverted to guard mode.

Inside, Ethan slowed his tempo.

His movements became far more intimate and deep. He stroked the strands of Miya’s hair, whispering a possessive claim that doubled as a promise.

”From today onward... you will never be alone again, Miya.”

Miya wept softly. Her hands, which had just clawed in full resistance, now rested weakly against Ethan’s chest, squeezing the young man’s shirt. She stopped resisting. Her body responded with an intoxicating biological obedience, even though her petite lips whispered the remnants of her ego.

”I... hate you...” Miya whimpered.

”I know,” Ethan replied calmly, swallowing that hatred whole.

When the peak of their union arrived, Miya’s body arched. A long moan escaped her lips—not a moan of pain, but a moan of perfect surrender.

Ethan implanted his dominance down to the very roots, locking the Priestess’s body and soul in a single, shattering climactic moment.

And right at that peak, a system chime echoed.

Ding!

A crimson holographic screen exploded into Ethan’s retinas, displaying a very familiar notification.

[Total Subjugation Process Achieved.]

[Target: Miya Evarett — Hidden Sage (Rank S) — has been completely conquered.]

[Absorbing Target’s Mana Capacity...]

[Host Status Updated: Rank B (Peak) ➔ Rank A (High Mage Level).]

[Additional Affinity Acquired: Light Affinity (Low-Tier) — able to summon dim light for illumination or light camouflage.]

A massive wave of new energy rushed fiercely through his veins.

His Sin Mana, which had already been dense, now felt vaster, deeper, sharper. Rank A. The level where he could fight on par with an elite Gold Knight or peak High Mage without needing to rely entirely on borrowed power.

On the bed, a half-conscious Miya felt something flowing out of her body.

A foreign warmth that was sucked into Ethan’s core. But she was too exhausted to ask. Her eyes only blinked slowly, then closed again.

That afternoon.

Miya lay weakly on the bed. Her blonde hair was scattered messily across the pillow. Her face was flushed, her breathing steady.

On the edge of the bed, Ethan sat calmly. His black shirt was left half-open, showing off the Horned Crown tattoo above his heart—the symbol of sin that now bound the Elf’s soul.

After a long silence, Miya spoke up.

”Your sister...” Miya called out in a hoarse, fragile voice. She stared at Ethan’s broad back. ”Elara... she really is sick, right? Everything about that little girl... wasn’t a lie?”

This was the final confirmation Miya needed to support the rest of her sanity.

Ethan turned his head, staring into those purple eyes with absolute seriousness. ”Everything about Elara is a fact. Her blind eyes, her broken body. I never lied about that, Miya.”

Miya let out a long sigh.

It was as if a burden had been lifted from her chest.

”In that case... I will still go with you. I will still cure Elara. Not because I forgive you... but because that little girl is innocent. She doesn’t deserve to bear the punishment for her brother’s sins.”

Miya ensured her motivation remained pure as a healer. She needed that reason so she wouldn’t be shattered by the reality that she had just surrendered herself to a monster.

Hearing that fragile self-justification, Ethan smirked faintly.

”That is enough for me.”

The young man stood up. Fastened his shirt buttons, concealing the Horned Crown, and stepped out of the room without looking back.

The moment the front door opened, Valera welcomed him with a respectful bow.

”We head back tomorrow morning, Valera,” Ethan instructed, returning to Demon Lord mode.

Valera shot a brief glance at the wooden house. ”Will the little healer not try to run away tonight, My Master?”

Ethan paused his steps. He looked at his executioner from the corner of his eye. ”She isn’t just a little healer anymore. Tch. She belongs to me now.”

Hearing that tone of absolute ownership, Valera grinned widely, baring her fangs. ”Another one,” the knight murmured, welcoming the addition to the dark ruler’s collection of servants.

Inside the house, now silent once again, Miya still lay in bed.

Her petite hand moved down, touching the crimson rose tattoo on her left thigh that pulsed softly in rhythm with her heartbeat. She pondered the vortex of emotions suffocating her; between hatred, fear, and a bizarre, twisted relief.

She had been deceived. Conquered. Forcibly claimed.

Yet, while squeezing the blanket, Miya realized one absolute truth she couldn’t deny. For the first time in hundreds of years... she would never be alone again.