Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1344: Giving Reward to Nightfire’s Hard work: Part-1

Soon, the meeting ended with no definite answers. Still, that didn’t change the fact that a white whirlpool had actually appeared in the Void Empire.

That meant there was a real possibility their Empire could experience the same anomaly.

Victor ordered the others, ”Check every corner. Anything even close to this phenomenon—I want it reported, immediately.”

Victor also sent word to the other Empires about the situation,

/The Void Empire isn’t alone in this. Be vigilant. Investigate anything unusual./

The other Empires promised to look into it as well, though their responses came delayed and distracted. With the engagement ceremony approaching, their focus remained elsewhere.

Preparations for the engagement were consuming, every hall draped in silver banners and enchanted lights. For them, the engagement was the priority!!

Meanwhile, behind the closed doors of Nightfire’s chamber,

”Is this good? Hmmm?” Nightfire stood before her mirror, her arms raised as she twisted to inspect herself.

Her reflection shimmered in the enchanted glass, dressed in extravagant, shimmering fabric that clung to her curves. Her face twisted with a small frown; the gold trim was beautiful, but her ass was too much on display. She shook her head with a low sigh, ”No, this isn’t it.”

With a lazy flick of her wrist, Nightfire snapped her fingers. Instantly, a swirl of black mist danced around her, weaving new clothes on her body... each more revealing than the last.

”Hmm... still not good,” she muttered, biting her lower lip as she caught a glimpse of her side—her curves, especially the hint of breast, peeking out with little effort.

The new dress was even riskier, the skirt slitted almost to her hip!

Inside her mind, Ashara’s voice broke through, ’You do know you’re going to the Date, right? Why are you dressing like a temptress out for something?’

Nightfire’s lips curled in a sultry smirk. ”Oh? Did I smell jealousy in the air?” She sniffed, making an exaggerated show of inhaling, ”Are you worried someone will steal the spotlight?”

Ashara scoffed. ’Hmph! I tried to help!’ she said, her irritation more obvious than she meant.

Another snap of her fingers—the mist spun, clothes melting away and reforming into wicked strips of shadow and leather that barely covered her at all.

This time, her nipples almost peeked through; the skirt was nothing but ribbons. ”Now this is truly scandalous, isn’t it?”

’Is something wrong with your head?’ Ashara commented.

’Haha... that’s you saying? Come on, say... You could just say it out loud, you know? It’s not like I don’t recognise your feelings or anything... and I am pretty sure Aether would love to taste your pussy~’ Nightfire’s thoughts were a purr.

Ashara spluttered, ’Arhh! Disgusting! Why do you always say such things? You’re impossible!’

Nightfire grinned at her own reflection, trailing a hand over her stomach, watching her fingers glide across the exposed skin.

Just as their banter fizzed and faded, the door creaked open. ”How long are you going to take?” Aether’s voice broke the air, edged with impatience.

He stood in the doorway, lean and dangerous, eyes narrowed in annoyance. ”You’ve been in here for hours.”

Nightfire blinked, caught mid-pose, ”But I don’t have any clothes to wear!!” Her arms flailed dramatically as she gestured to the chaos around her.

Aether just stared, blinking in disbelief.

What was she talking about?

The bed behind her was drowning in a mountain of silk, lace, leather, and fabric—enough for an army of seductresses.

Stockings draped over the headboard, boots tossed beside piles of panties in every colour.

A pile of jewellery glittered like spilled treasure.

What else could she possibly want for a date?

He walked over to the bed, collapsed into the mess of clothes with a tired, dramatic sigh. His eyes trailed over her body, lingering on the bare skin and the curve of her hips,

”If you don’t put something on in the next few minutes, I swear, I’ll leave you and go on the date all by myself!” he declared.

Nightfire pouted, her lips forming a perfect dark bow. ”Fine... Fine! Hmph!” She snapped her fingers again.

This time... The leather corset hugged her waist like a lover’s grip, supple and dark, catching a hint of indigo where the firelight touched.

The soft laces in the back pulled her body into a perfect hourglass. A sheer skirt drifted over her thighs, so light it almost wasn’t there, giving teasing flashes of the short leather beneath, hinting at the curve of her ass every time she moved.

Her shoulders lay bare, the straps curling across her collarbones, the delicate cut exposing the hollow at her throat. Down her back, a line of silver embroidery glittered like stardust. The silver chain at her hip shimmered when she turned.

She smiled, a slow, dangerous, seductive smile, and walked toward Aether.

She lifted one booted leg, the skirt fluttering, and placed it on Aether’s lap with a mischievous grin.

”How is it?~”

Aether’s smile warmed, his eyes tracing the lines of her body. He let his hand drift up from her knee, following the slit in her skirt. His fingers caressed her skin,

”Hmm... You’re damn gorgeous~”

Nightfire beamed at his praise. She leaned closer, letting her breath dance across his lips, her smile turning playful and dangerous. ”Should we fuck now?” Her lips brushed his, the question a sultry whisper between them.

Aether chuckled against her mouth, his hands firm at her waist. ”That’s for tonight. That’s the deal, right?”

Nightfire pouted, only half-disappointed. She wanted to taste him, to press him back onto the bed and suck his cock right there. But she’d made the rules—date by day, pleasure by night. She couldn’t be greedy... even if temptation ached inside her.

Soon, Aether reached for the mask, fitting it over his face.

Victor tightened his grip on Nightfire’s hips. Black particles shimmered around them, and then they vanished.

They reappeared before a vast, luminous building... an impossible palace of glass and stone, bristling with enchanted lights and sparkling energy.

Nightfire blinked, her lips parting in awe as the spectacle filled her eyes. ”Wow.” She looked at Victor, ”This is the surprise you were talking about?” she asked, voice bright and eager.

”It’s just the beginning,” he promised, lifting his hand as if to welcome her to another world.

Nightfire stared for a moment, then slipped her fingers into his, letting him lead her toward the building’s grand entrance.

Inside, everything glittered: the floors shone with mirrored polish, the ceiling sparkled with magical constellations.

The air itself felt warmer, scented faintly with flowers and spice. As they stepped through, uniformed guards bowed their heads in perfect unison.

”Welcome to our Heaven’s Feel,” they intoned, voices echoing in the marbled entryway.

Nightfire hesitated. Should she bow? Thank them? For a heartbeat, she faltered, glancing at Victor.

He merely hummed, walking on without a word.

Nightfire lifted her chin, a small, regal smirk playing at her lips. ”Hmmm.” She let the sound linger, acknowledging their respect with her own brand of confidence.

Victor shot her a quick, approving look but didn’t speak. Together, they strode through the grand hall, the sparkling walls and white, warm ceilings bathing them in a serene, magical glow. Nightfire felt herself relax, as if the very building radiated calm.

A middle-aged lady, draped in elegant, silvery robes, appeared before them—her posture flawless, her expression gracious. She bowed low.

”Welcome to my humble Hotel, Majesties.”

Nightfire’s brows arched, surprise flickering in her eyes. ’Her humble Hotel? So she owns this whole place?’ She swept her gaze over the vast entrance again.

She wondered if she should bow at last, or thank their hostess.

But again,

Victor hummed again, ”Is everything prepared?”

The owner nodded, her smile unwavering. ”Please, come this way.” With a gentle gesture, she guided them deeper into the hotel.

Nightfire followed, her head held high. She didn’t know where she was being led, but trusted Victor’s plan—this was her wish, after all.

Soon, they entered a grand balcony overlooking a sunken stage, where velvet seats awaited. As Nightfire and Aether took their places, she leaned over the edge, peering down at the play about to begin.

The hotel owner bowed once more and quietly retreated, leaving them alone.

”A movie?” Nightfire’s voice held a sultry disappointment, her shoulders slumping as she slouched into the velvet seat.

Victor chuckled at her reaction, eyes dancing with mischief as he reached over and slid his hand across her bare shoulder. ”Just watch. I promise—you’ll love it.”

Nightfire’s lips curled into a sly, sexy smirk, her gaze flickering between the glowing stage and the man beside her. Slowly, her hand snaked forward under the table, her fingertips pressing into Victor’s crotch. She squeezed, teasing and rubbing, her palm slow and warm as she felt him twitch to her touch.

”I love this more~” she purred, her thumb circling, her nails scratching lightly over his hardness.

Victor arched a brow, but made no move to stop her.

As the play began, the music swelling and the audience falling quiet, Nightfire’s attention began to shift. She stroked him, slow and languid, her thumb teasing, her hips pressed closer. But as the story on stage unfurled.... her hand gradually stilled.

... An hour later ...

”Sniff, sniff... W-Why did he do that?” Nightfire’s voice trembled.

Tears shimmered in her eyes. Her lips quivered, and she wiped her face with the back of her hand, looking every bit the heartbroken girl.

Victor pulled her close, one arm wrapping gently around her. He pressed a kiss to her hair, trying to soothe her sobs.

”Oh dear, why are you crying? It’s just a story, you know.”

”B-but still...” Nightfire hiccupped, ”Why did the Author have to do that? Why did she die just so that man could live—alone, in all that pain and suffering?” A fresh tear ran down her cheek as she grabbed a tissue from the table.

Victor rubbed her back in slow circles. He let her cry, rocking her gently. Then, as suddenly as the tears came, Nightfire’s eyes flashed with new fury,

”Motherfucker! If that Author ever gets in my hands, I’ll smash his or her head into a wall! I’ll make them feel what I feel—every last tear!”

She punched the air with her fist, ”Hmph, hmph!” she huffed!

Victor laughed,”Oh? So you really can’t handle sad endings?” he teased, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.

Nightfire shook her head furiously, ”No! I hate when fucking authors pull that shit... Why not just let them end with love, with fucking, with something real and hot? Why does it always have to hurt?”

Victor chuckled,

”Not every story gets a happy ending.”

He kissed her cheek, ”But now—shall we go?”

”Huh?” Nightfire blinked. Her hand slipped down, rubbing Victor’s crotch again, firmer, more insistent. ”No fucking? I thought we were doing it here, after the play. It’s dark, you know~”

She is changing her emotions like a book!

Victor shook his head, smiling. ”There’s no way I’d be horny after seeing you cry, right?” he had deadpanned.

Nightfire clicked her tongue,”Just remember—I’m ready to fuck any time~” She winked.

Victor slapped her butt, a soft, playful smack. ”Keep teasing, and I’ll make you cry for real later.”

Nightfire giggled. She rose, hips swaying, sashaying out into the corridor where the hotel owner waited, elegant and silent, to guide them onward.

”Next what?” Nightfire asked, her eyes shining with curiosity and renewed excitement. After that first surprise, she was completely hooked!