Chapter 90: The Brimstone Family (2/2)
Demon lord Malik's eyes roamed the room and landed on Citrus who was still rubbing her cheeks on Izabel's arm and spoke. ”This time don't forget to relay your findings back to us before you make any moves and take all the help you need.”
”Yes sir.”
”This meeting will end here.” He commanded and stood up, walking out of the room before anyone could object or interject. Marquis Aamon followed behind him and the five cloaked figures slowly faded away like an illusion. Of course, they were not there from the start and had always been a projection from their respective province.
Izabel stood rooted to the spot as her body trembled slightly. Her eyes were almost watery and her cheeks were a little red. She had silently endured both marquis Aamon and the elder's ridicule and mockery the entire time simply because she had nothing to refute them with. Her plans had failed completely and even the two strangers that had interfered were now classified as S-level threats.
She didn't even receive any accomplishment for discovering them as she should have. The demon king's castle was a big deal to the great Five and she had been the one to discover a behemoth that could enter the castle at will faster than all the great five scouts and information networks, yet. She didn't receive any praise, compliments, or rewards but scornful gazes from the Marquis and all the other elders.
She was sure if her sister hadn't shown up she would've received a massive punishment. She might've lost her job and even her noble title might drop. Izabel squeezed her fist and made up her mind. She hated to do this but she no longer had a choice.
”S-sister Citrus... You said you were willing to help me last time right.” She turned to Citrus and lowered her head in a bow. ”Please... Lend me your help this time.”
With Izabel's head completely lowered Citrus's mouths curved widely into a bone-chilling smile. It was such a sinisterly bad creepy smile that it would make anyone who sees it tremble in fear.
”Of course.”
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After escorting the Demon lord to his chambers and successfully handed him over to his guards and servants, although it was just a formality. Marquis Aamon walked back down the halls of the Brimstone castle in an attempt to reach the exit as fast as he could without arousing any suspicious or curious gaze.
However, he was often stopped and greeted by the various nobles and ministers that came in and out of the castle daily. Due to noble etiquette, he was unable to ignore them and had to engage in some small talk.
After finally making his way down to the side entrance of the castle, where his carriage was parked, a sweet and feminine voice suddenly spoke to him. ”Leaving so soon, Aamii~”
Marquis Aamon stopped in his tracks as he struggled to turn his head to the side. Citrus strolled down the hall to him, she smiled and said. ”There's no need to be in such a rush, if others saw you then their minds would wander and you never know what would happen~”
She stopped right in front of him and pressed her chest to his. Her left hand wandering around the lower parts of his body as she continued speaking. ”If something like that happens and they find out about me then... I might have no choice but to cut this off... Hehe~ you know quite well if I cut something. It stays permanently cut no matter what kind of healing spell you use.”
She brought her lips closer to his before moving them next to his ears and whispered. ”Your acting today was a little poor, I'm sure my father suspects something, but lucky for you those geezers didn't and my father still gave the mission to her.” Her left hand grabbed firmly at his crotch as his hands and knees kept trembling slightly.
”See... if you do a better job next time, I promise to do something your rigid old wife wouldn't dream of.” Her tongue slipped into his ears and down his cheek until she gave him a slight kiss on the lips that was more of a peck. She then chucked at his reactions before skipping away like a little kid.
Aamon's eyes were lackluster for a good while before finally returning to normal. He squeezes his fist tightly as he angrily trailed off to his carriage and left the palace. He finally exploded when the carriage was a fair distance away from the castle.
”That Bitch!” His fist slammed into the carriage wall almost destroying it.
He screams several curses and profanities and his assistant just silently watched him from the opposite side of the carriage. ”What does she think she is. Pleasure, who in their right mind would feel pleasure from a sadistic psychopath like you!” His fury was almost limitless and it wasn't cooling down.
He had done everything she asked of him for the sake of his family but she still almost killed him in that meeting. If the demon lord hadn't stopped her she would have taken off his head. His frustration was growing and he was getting even angrier by the minute. Most of that anger wasn't even aimed at that lady but himself.
Even after all that, he looked down at his pants, not only was there a slight patch of wet stain from the slight pee that had escaped him every time she had threatened him but, his manhood was still rock hard from just her touch. 'What kind of a weakling am I?'
”Farlan, when we get back to the villa, get me a girl,” Aamon spoke to his assistant. ”What type would you prefer Sir?”
”Doesn't matter, just find one that is easy to dispose of and send her to my room.”
”I'll see to that as soon as possible.”
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