2 You Can Only Be My Woman R-18 (1/2)
”Do I have access to any resources besides your attitude?”
Konrad asked while analyzing the girl from afar.
”I can boost your cultivation to fifth step Initiate Knight which will automatically activate your half-incubus bloodline abilities.”
”Why didn't you do that earlier?”
”You didn't ask.”
”…”
Others received helpful systems that would properly lay down all their functions. But he received some asshole with a high-school prom queen attitude.
”God, who did I offend?”
”All the husbands whose wives you stole.”
”…just work your magic.”
”Host's Cultivation increased to fifth step Initiate Knight.”
”Bloodline Abilities Unlocked.”
”Transformation Skill”
”Female Dream Theft”
Immediately, Konrad could feel a warm stream of energy spreading from within his body into his every organs, bones, and muscle. His entire body was refined, and he went from a feeble youth without the strength to truss a chicken to an arm strength of two hundred kilos.
He then aimed his index at the daydreaming girl and caused an invisible white thread to fly from her forehead and reach his mind.
”To roam the world within the arms of a gentle prince, free and unrestrained.”
As the girl's most cherished dreams and desires dived into his mind, Konrad arched his eyebrows.
”That girl would have been a perfect match for the previous body's owner.”
He then used his transformation skill to turn his ordinary blue eunuch robe into a lavish golden robe embroidered with nine stars swirling around a winged serpent. The robe of an imperial prince!
The Holy Flame Empire possessed a very strict hierarchy with nobles of different ranks being afforded different privileges. The right to wear gold and embroider nine stars on clothing was reserved for the imperial family.
The winged serpent was the highest totem of the Paragon Spirit race that dominated the Holy Flame Empire.
To disguise oneself as a member of the imperial family was punishable by death.
But Konrad didn't give a damn.
To avoid future problems, he also changed his appearing to that of a breathtaking six-foot-tall, silver-haired youth with glistening, porcelain-like skin. Those were the prominent features of the Paragon Spirit Race.
Armed to the teeth, Konrad silently stepped toward the girl.
”Why bask under the shadow of the moon when your beauty transcends it?”
A gentle voice came from the girl's back and pulled her from her trance. She turned to face its origin and was shocked to see a mesmerizing paragon spirit youth dressed in the attire of an imperial prince.
”Your imperial highness!”
The girl's first reaction wasn't to blush under his comment, but to curtsy in greeting. Although she was a new palace maid, like all the others she had undergone rigorous screening and training processes. His attire was like a beacon that triggered her training.
”You may rise.”
Konrad said, and she obeyed. However, she dared not look him in the eyes. He then lifted her chin with his index and peered deep into her eyes.
”What's your name?”
There was something strange about that man's presence, an aura, and charm different from the usual paragon spirit. A sexually charged aura that slowly crept on the soul and overpowered the senses.
He was dangerous.
”Jasmine.”
She replied, quietly.
”The pure white flower yearning for love. Befitting.”
Konrad said with his eyes locked onto hers and his face approaching an inch closer.
”May I ask what your highness is doing in the palace maids' quarters so late at night?”
She wanted to run yet didn't and stared back without fear.
”I originally wanted to admire the waning moon. But now, I just want to admire you.”
His face went even closer, and his nose almost brushed hers.
”Your Highness is jesting. How can a servant girl like me be worthy of your admiration?”
But she was betrayed by her rosy cheeks and thumping heart.
Konrad extended his hand toward her, she knew it was her last chance to run, but still, she took it.