Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey

Chapter 1361: Rosavere involved with Mary?

Aether stood alone in the empty alley, his breath misting faintly in the cold air as he stared at the rough stone wall. His eyes drifted blankly over the surface for a moment.

Nothing moved—

”So you really can see me, can’t you?” The voice oozed from the stone—low, wicked, and impossibly alluring.

The shadows warped, a portion of the wall distorting and peeling back as if it were flesh. Emerging from the swirling dark was a woman: skin deep bronze, shimmering in the faint light, a tail flicking and twitching behind her with impatient hunger. Her clothes were little more than strips of silk, barely concealing anything, clinging to her voluptuous, curvy form.

She looked like temptation incarnate, every line sculpted for seduction. The last veils barely covered the most private place, leaving the rest of her—hips, thighs, the swell of her bust—dangerously bare.

Aether raised his eyebrows, the faintest smirk curling at his lips. ”That’s a surprise... I never expected a succubus to be a spy—well, scratch that.” He shook his head with a soft, bitter laugh, as if realising the contradiction even as he said it.

The woman’s laugh rolled through the alley, husky and dark as midnight. Her hips swayed like a serpent as she stepped forward, every movement calculated to entice.

”To think you managed to sense me... you must have some rare talent, darling. Not many mortals can notice when I’m hunting.” Her lips curled, dangerously close to his mask now, hot breath swirling between them.

Aether’s reply was cool, ”Let’s just say I learned from a certain woman. You’re not the only one who can play with shadows.”

”Woman? Oh?” The succubus pouted, voice trembling with mock hurt. ”I’m wounded, darling. I stand right before you, aching for a taste, and you mention another woman? How cruel of you... How wicked.” As she spoke, her hands slithered around his neck, soft fingers gliding over his skin.

She pressed against him... A sweet, pink mist began to pour from her pores, swirling, curling around their bodies like living smoke.

Still, Aether only stared at her, ”I wonder what kind of man you think I am, under this mask.” She reached for him, fingers eager to pull away his disguise, but he caught her wrist mid-air, ”I prefer to keep it on. We can talk like this.”

The woman frowned for an instant, sensing her magic wasn’t clouding his mind as it should. Yet her seductive smile never faded. ”Talk? Are you sure, sweet boy?” Her voice deepened, thick with dark promise.

”You really think we’ll only talk tonight?”

Slowly, she let the silk slip from her shoulders, baring more of her flawless, curvy skin. Her breasts were full, heavy, and proud, nipples dark and pricked with need, glistening with a milky drop that trickled down her skin. She squeezed them together, making them jiggle and sway, an open invitation.

”Look at these babies... they were so lonely~” Her voice was pure heat. She swayed her hips, the curve of her body hypnotic, breasts just inches from Aether’s face. His eyes lost focus, jaw tense as he fought to keep himself composed.

His pants grew tight, hard, throbbing... her gaze flicked down, smirking as she admired the size straining against the fabric.

’It’s working~ but damn, he’s huge!’ The thought raced through her mind. She pressed closer, her voice a velvet purr.

”Come, darling... suck to your heart’s content... feel every inch. If you want more... I’ll let you fuck my wet pussy with your hard cock~” Her fingers slid down, peeling away the last barrier, her lower garment falling to the ground. Between her thighs, the dark slit glistened, nectar dripping in anticipation.

Aether’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, desire and warning warring inside him. He leaned forward, one hand rising to cup her bust, the other trembling with the urge to taste her sweet, sweating flesh. The woman’s eyes widened, she was certain he was hers, certain the hunger was about to consume him—

THUD!

A sickening crack as she slammed into the wall, her body pinned. His hand clamped around her throat.

”ARHH!”

Aether didn’t even blink, his expression bored, tired.

”That’s a pretty strong aphrodisiac you’ve got there, miss. But you shouldn’t have tried it on me.” His grip tightened, ”At this point, I don’t even feel a hint of lust. Not for you. Not for anyone.” His words were edged with annoyance, disgust.

The woman’s face twisted with terror. ”H-How is this possible?” Her voice was a desperate whisper. The magic should have turned him into a helpless slave, begging for her touch.

Yet he stood over her, utterly unaffected. How?

Aether only shrugged, ”I don’t know... I guess I’ve just gotten used to it.”

’No one would get used to this bastard!’ Her mind screamed in fury as she felt her pride was wounded by the fact that he didn’t fall for her.

Aether’s voice was cold, dismissive. ”Anyway, show me your real figure.”

She blinked, suddenly nervous. ”Huh? What are you talking about—ARRHHHH!!”

Without warning, violet sparks crackled around her flesh, burning her skin alive. She trembled violently as the illusion peeled away—

Revealing... a fucking old woman!

The seductive face withered into a shrivelled maska —a hundred-year-old, wrinkled skin clinging to hollow bones. Her busty boobs were sagging, shrivelled, dried like rotten fruit, nearly reaching her wrinkled stomach, and her slit... well, it was just a mess, nothing left of the seduction but horror.

Her entire body looked like a corpse halfway to the grave... a sight to make anyone’s blood freeze.

If he hadn’t been immune to her skill, who knows what might have happened?

He might have fucked this crazy old woman—and she could have died then and there!

Aether almost vomited at the sight. ’The fuck!’ His mind reeled with disgust and shock at the transformation. Shaking his head, his eyes glowed crimson as he demanded, ”

Tell me who sent you here. I’m pretty sure you’ve been following me since Rosavere Company, right?”

The old woman’s eyes turned glassy and empty. She stopped struggling, all will gone from her limbs. Her voice was hollow, lifeless.

”Yes, I had been staying there, waiting for your arrival.”

Aether raised an eyebrow, ”My arrival? Why?”

”Because I had orders to know who you are and what you—”

He cut her off, pressing harder. ”By whom? Rosavere?” His voice dropped to a dangerous growl.

But to his surprise, the woman shook her head slowly, skin creaking like dry leaves. ”No. It’s orders from—”

BUFFF!

Before she could finish, her body exploded—flesh and bones splattering across the alley. Aether recoiled, clenching his fist as golden-white light flickered in the air and vanished.

Bits of blood and torn flesh sprayed across his face.

”The fuck!” He wiped at the gore, ”Why did she die now?”

What the fuck was going on here?

He stood there, stunned, face and coat stained crimson, lost in the chaos of it. Most of all, his frown deepened. ”Order from who?... Morgana?” he muttered in a cold, thoughtful tone. She was the Queen of Succubi... or could it be—

”Mary?” He whispered.

Something was definitely happening beneath the surface.

Did that mean Rosavere was involved with Morgana? With Mary? Or both?

”Hmm... Interesting.”

He muttered as he looked down and saw his bulging shaft. He sighed, ”Come on, man. You should control yourself. It’s not like you get turned on every single time you see a girl! I’m fucking not even interested,” he muttered with a defeated tone, staring at his own erection as if it were a separate, rebellious creature.

Honestly, her aphrodisiac skill had worked on his body, not his mind. His willpower had been honed through years of surviving seduction and relentless horny magic—his mind was trained, immune to their tricks.

But his body? Fuck, it was betraying him, reacting every single time, as if it didn’t even care whether he was actually turned on or not.

It just wanted a warm cave to rest in!

Aether sighed again. ”Next time, let’s wear something harder so nobody sees it,” he grumbled. With a snap of his fingers, the blood and filth washed from his skin.

Then, in an instant, he teleported back to the Pyra Empire.

Only to see his beloveds, his family, lying covered in wounds and streaks of blood. His heart froze in his chest for a second,

”What happened?” he asked, voice flat, cold, emotionless... a deadly calm hiding the storm inside him.