'Damnit! I should've been more careful! I should've eliminated the seed of uncertainty during this period of time. Why wasn't I resolute enough?!' Elvira screamed internally, her delicate and fair palm folding into a tight fist.
Damien perceived the subtle shifts in Elvira and rejoiced with glee. This bitchy and talented sister of his thought of herself as the most intellectual and scheming woman around. Putting her a peg down or two soothed his bubbling anger. But it just the start…
"Is something the matter, sister? You look a bit pale and you're uncharacteristically missing out on snarky remarks. Don't tell me you have some hand in this…? It couldn't possibly be, right?" Damien said and started laughing loudly, lightly indicating that he did indeed unriddled her schemes all along.
Elvira found herself in a bind. She can progress from this situation in two ways: either she can deny her involvement with Isla in this incident, in that case Isla may be subjected to Truth Serum, which will surely expose the truth, or she can somehow placate the Queen.
No! There's one more way…
Glancing at Damien who was calmly sipping his wine, a flash of ruthlessness passed her eyes. Her figure blurred and she appeared directly in front of him. A suffocating cold aura pervaded the room as her Spiritual Qi began fluctuating in the surrounding, thousands of small icy flakes danced around her figure.
Damien saw this development coming miles ago so he remained nonchalant. While enduring the freezing coldness, he mocked , "Oh? Are you not going to keep that facade anymore? No more games? You surely give up easily."
As he says so, Elvira's arms shot down at him at inhuman speed, and picked him up by his neck. Damien winced slightly at the biting coldness surrounding his neck.
"Damien, I'll give you credit. It appears as though I didn't knew you nearly well enough," She says, her grip tightening on his neck as she continued, "You are indeed correct, I orchestrated that whole incident. I planned your demise with the help of Isla."
"I know." Damien spoke with a fearless smile and looked in her grey eyes. "So what are you going to do now? You know that killing me will achieve nothing. I have a Life Jade on my body. Kill me and mother will know that you're the killer immediately."
Elvira wasn't in the mood to smile, the entirety of her pretty face was solemn and frosty. "Don't worry, I won't kill you but I can kidnap you, this should buy me some time."
Turns out she was planning on kidnapping Damien and buy herself some time. All things considered, she made an optimum choice amidst desperation and dread. But she overlooked one fact.
Listening to her words, Damien began laughing loudly.
"What is so funny?!" She couldn't help but ask in anger.
"Haha… nothing. Go ahead with your plan. You're stronger than me and I can't resist your powers anyway. However…" Damien snarled and asked with contemptuous look, "What makes you so certain that I haven't seen this development coming? What makes you so certain that I didn't plant a suicidal spy in Consort's courtyard who'll reap that bitch's life whenever I disappear?!"
Listening to him, Elvira eyes widened to the limits as an enraged expression crept upto her face! She shouted while glaring daggers, "You dare!"
"Why wouldn't I dare?! You can ruin my life but I cannot? Believe me Elvira, the second you kidnap me, my spy will make sure that the Consort is dead. Try me." Damien provoked with a crazed smile plastered to his face, making Elvira's charming body shudder.
He continued, "What are you going to do, Elvira? Kidnap me and your mother is fucked, do otherwise and you are fucked! Haha…"
Obviously, there's no spy but Elvira doesn't know that. Can she check every attendant that serves Consort?—Fuck no. She took understood that Damien may very well be bluffing but can she really put her mother's life on line and test it? She cannot!
Her mother, the Consort is an extremely beautiful and kind woman in late Qi King Realm.
She was also a genius of her era but during one of her travels with King, she was injured gravely while saving him. It was due to this fact that King felt heavily indebted to her. Although after that accident her cultivation remained intact but her body had become feeble over the years.
Consort was Elvira's weakest point and Damien fully exploited that.
As time passed inside the Damien's chamber, Elvira's unwaveringly cold eyes were slowly but surely suffusing with hesitance and unwillingness. She gritted her teeth, glared deeply, and then threw Damien onto his couch, her cold aura disappeared right after.
Damien didn't mind the rough treatment. While caressing his neck, he poured himself another glass of wine casually. Drinking the wine, he looked at Elvira who was deeply thinking.
He looked at her celestial countenance, her amazingly soft bosom, her curvy waist and her long milky-white legs; a fire couldn't help but spark in his loins. His dick erected, almost making a clear bulge in his pants.
While Elvira was arrogant, she was incredibly beautiful. Admittedly, her own natural beauty had major impact but one couldn't deny the benefits of cultivation. As long as one become powerful enough, you can become beautiful. There are rarely any ugly cultivators unless intensional.
During the past week, all the maids that entered Damien's chamber were top notch beauties. They weren't something he could even begin to dream about spending life with. But in this life, he goal wasn't just to settle down with a beautiful women. No, he was going to own an army of sex slaves. His sex slaves. His own harem! All the beautiful women shall belong to him! Be it his sister, mother or consort. Every last one!
Soon enough, he heard a defeated sigh, making his focus on Elvira's face again. She looked at him, squinted slightly and asked hesitantly, "What do you want?"
Damien revealed a small smile. "What do you mean by that?"
She squinted deeper and crossed her arms just below her chest. "Don't play games. I want you to stop your mother from exposing me, what will it take?"
"Oh! Why do you think I can influence her decision?" He asked with a chuckle.
She groaned. "I know that if anyone has a chance to make her change her mind, its you. Do it and I'll do whatever you want. Anything." At the end, she deeply emphasised on anything.
"Really now? Anything?" Damien eyes flickered up and down her ripen body, drinking in her beauty with barely hidden lust.
"Anything." Elvira replied while watching his burning eyes unblinkingly. She understood what her proposal implied but she wasn't too worried. She had thoroughly destroyed his manhood. Even if he was fed with 3rd-Tier Elixir, it couldn't possibly have recovered. In hindsight, she was grateful that her past self was decisive. If not, she would've suffe—!
As she was mentally patting herself, Damien suddenly took off his pants, revealing a ten-inch veiny and throbbing cock which was as thick and lengthy as her own forearm! Her grey eyes widened to the limits and she stood there petrified. Her brain stopped working for a long time.
'How?!' Was the only question revolving inside her mind.
Damien didn't care about her state. After throwing away his pants, he sat down at the couch and sat with wide legs, his meat stick standing tall like a tower. He looked at her and grinned. "You want to save yourself? Then kneel down and get to sucking."