Asmodeus System: Stealing My Bully's Mother

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​Miya locked the wooden door of the master bedroom tightly. That faint sound served as an absolute sign: there was no way out tonight.

​Only the flame of a single candle on the nightstand illuminated the room, casting long shadows against the stone walls. Ethan Valen sat casually at the edge of the bed. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the top two buttons. His dark brown eyes swept across the two figures in front of him—cold and dominating like a predator.

​At the foot of the bed, Lilith stood smirking, baring her pair of small fangs. The Succubus’s golden-red eyes glinted with high anticipation.

​Contrasting sharply with her, Miya stood frozen stiff near the door. The Elf kept her head bowed deeply. Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the hem of her maid apron far too tightly.

​”The two of you stay here until morning,” Ethan commanded, breaking the silence. His voice was deep, accepting no arguments.

​”Of course, My Lord.” Lilith stepped forward, letting the slit of her dress part slightly. ”I’ve been waiting for this order ever since you brought me here.”

​Miya swallowed with great difficulty. ”M-Master...” she squeaked softly, barely audible.

​Ethan answered her with a single, absolute sentence. ”Take off your clothes.”

​Without wasting a single second, Lilith let her dress drop to the floor. The pink-haired demon stepped toward the bed, intentionally flaunting her curves. The black Lust Brand on her chest pulsated in rhythm with her breathing.

​However, Ethan’s gaze was instead fixed on the figure still trembling near the door.

​”Miya. Come here,” Ethan called out coldly.

​Miya flinched. On legs that felt like jelly, she forced herself to take a step. Her hands trembled violently as she unbuttoned her uniform. The moment the fabric fell, the Elf girl hurriedly crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her pale body from Ethan’s gaze.

​Ethan gave no room for hesitation. He reached out and grabbed Miya’s wrist, yanking her hard until she tumbled onto the soft mattress.

​Miya panted in panic. ”M-Master... p-please...”

​Instead of answering, Ethan’s large hand slid down. His fingers touched Miya’s left thigh, right over the blood-rose tattoo etched there. Along with that touch, a pure stream of Sin Mana was forcibly injected into the Lust Brand.

​”Ahhh!”

​Miya’s back arched instantly. A searing heat exploded from her thigh, scorching every neural circuit. She bit her lower lip hard, struggling to hold back her voice. Yet, under the absolute pressure of Sin Mana, her defenses crumbled into dust.

​Her shame evaporated, replaced by a torturous wave of magical lust. Tears streamed from her light purple eyes—not out of pain, but from a barrage of pleasure far too overwhelming for what was left of her sanity to bear.

​On the other side, Lilith crawled up. The Succubus pressed her body against Ethan’s back, actively rubbing her skin against him.

​”Hoo... you’re so greedy, My Lord,” Lilith whispered into Ethan’s ear, her hands beginning to crawl wildly to the front. ”Is it my turn now?”

​Slap.

​Ethan brushed the hand away roughly. He turned his head, glaring directly into the demon’s golden-red eyes.

​”Serve. Do not dictate the rhythm,” he hissed, laced with menace.

​Lilith gasped for a moment. Yet, that dominant gaze only made her breath race even faster. She let out a soft laugh—a chuckle steeped in absolute submission.

​”As you wish, My King.”

​That night truly drowned in a sea of sin.

​Ethan held control with lethal precision. His Sin Mana intensified every touch and friction. He did not let Lilith command the bed’s battle. Simultaneously, he shattered what remained of Miya’s defenses until the Elf could no longer hide her sobs.

​Lilith’s seductive moans blended with Miya’s desperate whimpers. Under the absolute control of the Demon King, both were dragged into a vortex of wild desire entirely dictated by their ruler.

​Time seemed to lose all meaning. When the storm finally subsided, the room returned to silence, leaving only the sound of heavy, panting breaths.

​Lilith lay flat on her back on Ethan’s left side. Her pink hair was a chaotic mess. A satisfied smile still clung to her lips, even though her body was far too weak to lift a single finger.

​On the right side, Miya was curled up on her side facing away from Ethan. The Elf’s body appeared as limp as a boneless jelly. She pulled the blanket up to cover her shoulders, breathing in ragged gasps.

​Ethan sat up. His body was sticky with sweat, but his stamina felt fully restored. He sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the candle flame that was nearly burnt out.

​The night was still long. Ethan did not go to sleep right away. He remained still, letting the breathing of the two women fill the silence. His eyes stared out the half-closed window. Outside, light snow fell.

​”Do you still wish to continue, My Lord?” Lilith’s voice sounded lazy, yet laden with an offer.

​Ethan glanced back briefly. ”No.”

​Lilith let out a soft laugh. ”You’re so heartless.”

​Ethan did not respond. Instead, he pulled the sleeve of his shirt over to cover Miya’s still-unmoving body. The touch was light, almost unintended.

​Miya trembled softly. ”Thank you...”

​The voice was barely audible. Ethan did not reply.

​Inside his head, Asmodeus’s hoarse voice whispered accompanied by a wet chuckle.

​”Incredible... subjugating a Rank S Succubus right in her own comfort zone, and squeezing dry the lust of a pure Elf. Your points skyrocketed drastically. You’re filthy rich tonight.”

​Ethan closed his eyes. A crimson red holographic screen exploded within the pitch-black void of his consciousness. He opened the Shop menu.

​Asmodeus was right. His Lust Point count displayed an absurd spike. Ignoring the trivial items, Ethan’s mind’s eye locked onto a high-tier skill he had been eyeing.

​[Active Skill: Azhyrael (Wings of the Abyss)]

[Status: Available for Purchase]

​Without hesitation, Ethan pressed confirm.

​Ding!

​His point balance drained drastically. In exchange, a strange sensation stung his body instantly. Two hot spots exploded in his shoulder blade area. That heat seeped into his bones and muscles, permanently carving an ancient spell code there.

​Ethan opened his eyes. No physical change was visible in the mirror. His back remained the normal back of a human. But he knew his new weapon had been perfectly embedded, awaiting the time to be tested.

​Days went by. The wheel of life in the Valen estate returned to its normal rotation. The lingering wounds from the demon attack on the village began to heal beneath a new routine. The terror of the Young Master’s shadow ensured not a single villager dared to cause trouble.

​That morning, light snow fell. Ethan stepped into the living room, already neatly dressed in black traveling clothes layered with a thick coat. Today, the time granted by Sage Cornelius had expired. He had to return to Zenithar.

​Asrof stood straight near the main door. Beside him, Yuna folded her hands in front of her stomach, curling a friendly maid smile while bowing respectfully.

​Lilith leaned against the wall not far from them. The Succubus looked bored, twirling the ends of her hair, though her posture remained submissive. Meanwhile, in the corner of the room, Elara sat in a chair near the fireplace. The little girl was now able to sit upright, looking much healthier.

​Ethan walked over to Elara.

​”I am leaving today, Elara,” he said briefly.

​Elara turned her face toward the sound of her brother’s voice. There were no tears, only a sweet smile that bloomed. ”Safe travels, Brother Ethan. Come back quickly. I’ll be waiting at home.”

​Ethan looked at his sister for a moment, then gave a soft nod—even though he knew Elara couldn’t see it. He turned around and stopped right in front of Asrof.

​”Guard this place.”

​”With my life, Young Master,” Asrof replied, bowing deeply.

​Ethan’s dark brown eyes shifted to Lilith. ”Don’t cause trouble.”

​Lilith met his gaze with a coquettish smirk. Her lips pouted slightly. ”Of course, My Lord... come back soon. I’m surely going to miss your commands.”

​Ethan ignored the temptation. He glanced briefly at Yuna, who bowed professionally once more, then stepped outside. He left the warmth of that house behind to return to the battlefield.

​Instead of hiring a carriage from the village, Ethan chose to enter the lush pine forest on Valen’s border alone.

​Light snow continued to pile up on the shoulders of his coat. The sky was covered in thick gray clouds, accompanied by the silence of the forest that bore witness to his journey.

​Ethan walked quite a distance. He passed rows of ancient pines and frozen rocks. A few times he stopped, not out of exhaustion, but because he heard the sound of snapping branches.

​After ensuring no eyes of villagers were spying on him, he arrived at an open area. A vast expanse of white snow stretched out without the obstruction of trees.

​There, Ethan took off his heavy coat and let it drop onto the snow. Clad only in his black shirt, he stared up at the gray sky.

​For a moment, he glanced back toward Valen Village. Faintly, he could still see the roof of the old house behind the trees. Unconsciously, he recalled Elara, Asrof, Lilith, and Miya waiting for him.

​Then he let out a long breath.

​”Azhyrael.”

​For the first second, there was silence.

​However, in the very next second, Ethan’s back felt like it was on fire. Two hot spots on his shoulder blades exploded. Pitch-black Sin Mana mixed with blood-red energy tore through the air behind him.

​RIIIP!

​The materialization of that ancient magic forcibly extended from his back. A pair of massive wings formed from pure energy. Neither angel-feathered wings nor the bat wings of a lowly demon. The wings resembled the crystallization of shadow and blood—pitch-black at the base, grading into a blazing crimson red at the tips.

​Ethan turned his head. He stared at the shadow of the massive wings printed horrifyingly upon the white snow.

​A faint smile—extremely faint—formed at the corner of his lips. He nodded in satisfaction.

​With one powerful push, Ethan flapped Azhyrael for the very first time.

​BOOM!

​The gust of wind from those wings created a localized blizzard. Ice chunks were blasted away, and the surrounding pine branches snapped and scattered. Ethan’s body shot into the air at an absurd speed, cleaving through the sky as if the laws of gravity no longer applied to him.