I Only Summon Villainesses

Chapter 253: This Spirit Beast Is A Real Pervert

I froze and stood agape with my pants rolled down. I was flabbergasted to discover that it had actually worked.

But then why wouldn’t it have worked? This had been the way I was able to discover that I could increase the limit of my essence in the first place. So yes, of course it worked.

’Dude, I am so crazy!’

Indeed. Indeed.

I actually used to think I was the least crazy of humans. All I was, really, was a very real and shameless young man who irked people a lot. But right now, it occurred to me that I was the most disgusting person even I had ever set my eyes upon.

’Goodness, no... it has to be him!’

I glared at the creature that stood opposite me with my cum dripping down its face. The sight alone almost made me want to cover my own face in shame and gut myself right there on the spot.

Meanwhile, the Beast, curiously watching, swiped its tongue across its face and licked it all clean.

In that instant my entire soul line cut and I felt something in me break.

’No, no, no, no, no... who do I even speak of this to?’

Right there, in that very instant, I understood something. This was yet another secret that I would rather die with than reveal to anyone. Not my friends. Not my enemies. Nobody. I would take this filth to the grave and beyond.

I inhaled, exhaled, and then steadied my hand.

I focused less on the Chameleon and instead inspected my body. It was like a miracle. Aside from my torn clothes, the rest of me looked as new as when I had just walked in here.

The wounds on my face, my hands, the point where I had pushed my flames so hard that using them against that damned Faun had hurt a great deal, my knuckles, my legs... all of it, gone.

The fatigue had vanished completely. I felt whole and genuinely powerful.

I clenched and unclenched my fist as I stared at the Chameleon, who seemed to be having a spiritual epiphany from licking my cum.

’What in the world is wrong with this forest?’

I picked up my sword and raised it at the bastard.

”You... nothing about this is going to be the same anymore.”

Just as I said that, waves of white flames rolled out of my body. Along with them came crimson waves that made the wind howl and flee from around me. The red rolled through the fire and changed its color, pushing the flames further at the same time it shifted their nature. It was as though the white flames gained another trait entirely and were not the same anymore.

Indeed, using [Emperor’s Presence] on the attributes I received from Maggie always caused them to change color, granted it was the flames I usually used it on.

’I should try using it with the chains then...’

Two crimson chains flew out of me instantly, and still the Chameleon was watching me, looking like it was grinning.

’There was no way this chameleon finds my cum tasty, right?’

For a moment I stood there and almost didn’t know what to do. However, the sound of the trees and their leaves burning snapped me back. Everything around me was being consumed, fire crawling through the canopy while smoke billowed upward in thick columns.

I removed the weight bracelets from my hands and the metal made a heavy thud as each one hit the ground. The ones on my ankles followed, and the impact left shallow craters in the scorched earth. My body felt lighter now. The noise in my head felt lighter too.

I closed my eyes with shame, pulled up my pants, and then looked at the Chameleon.

Meanwhile, it spoke.

This time, it was nothing like I would have expected.

”Dick... big... fuck... me...” The Chameleon said it in its grotesque, ugly voice, so it was not in any manner amusing to hear such a statement. And from a Spirit Beast, no less.

I freaked out instantly. ”What? No! You pervert, I am never in my life going to do that!” I locked in the next moment, ”Instead I’m going to do this!”

The crimson chain whipped forward and cracked across the Chameleon’s face.

The creature flinched. Actually flinched. Its massive head snapped sideways from the impact, and a sound left its throat that was half screech, half something I couldn’t describe. The chain left a glowing welt across its jaw that sizzled against the scales.

I didn’t give it time to recover.

I was already moving. Frostfang in my right hand, a chain coiling around my left forearm, and my legs carried me forward so fast that the ground cracked under my feet.

The Chameleon’s eyes locked onto me and its tongue lashed out, that same whip-strike that had thrown me backward before, the one that had nearly ripped the sword from my hands.

I sidestepped it.

Not barely. Not desperately. I sidestepped it like it was slow.

The tongue cracked the air beside me and carved a line through the dirt where I’d been standing. But I was already past it, already inside its range, and Frostfang came down on the foreleg that was braced against the tree.

The blade bit deep. Frost crackled along the wound and the Chameleon screamed, releasing its grip on the trunk as its foreleg buckled. The tree groaned and tilted. I pulled the blade free and pivoted, driving a kick into its jaw with enough force that I felt the impact rattle up through my hip and into my spine.

The Chameleon’s head whipped upward. Its body followed, peeling away from the tree and crashing through the canopy in a shower of burning leaves and shattered branches.

I stood there, breathing hard, and looked down at my own legs.

’What the...’

Never in my life had I had ever moved like that before.