Dungeon of Lust: Managing Otherworldly Beauties-Chapter 209: Problem Champion

Awilix tried to place her weight back on her leg, but it was clear any continuation would lead to Vale’s victory. Besides, she was much too angry to focus on something as simple as a spar...

She wanted blood.

Snake blood.

Vale rubbed his temples as Awilix charged Sivian, only for the snake to slip the attack, then clasped the cat’s wrist and launched her to the other side of the room.

As Awilix landed, Vale said:

"That’s enough for today... Awilix, go find Salome and have her heal that. Tell her I said she had to."

Awilix screamed back as she (lightly) stomped to her feet.

"Fuck no! I want to tear this bitch limb from limb!"

Vale sighed, then said:

"If you do, you can have me for an entire hour when Greed leaves."

Awilix sprinted away.

Vale shook his head with a dull smile.

Awilix’s simplemindedness was truly something Vale was jealous of.

Vale looked over at Sivian, who had quite a pleased expression on her face.

"Oh my? I seem to have upset the poor cat."

Vale slowly sauntered over to her while feeling at his two wounds.

"Well, you did kind of shoot venom at her."

Her face split into a smug look as she said:

"Accidents happen."

Vale’s shoulders squared, his attention snapping tight.

"Was aiming for me an accident as well?"

Sivian slithered close to Vale and then put her hand on his chest, feeling at his wound.

"Not at all."

’Huh?’

Vale’s expression twisted into pure confusion.

He’d expected her to deny such a thing and pass it off as an accident as well.

Responding to Vale’s expression, the snake’s lower half slithered and slingshotted around Vale. Being too confused at the situation, he hadn’t reacted and been quite thoroughly trapped in her coil.

"You needed to learn a lesson."

Sivian tightened her body around his until he was entirely restrained. She slid her finger under his chin and tilted his head up.

"You gave your body to another woman. That’s simply not okay, darling. Is it?"

For once, he was grateful to his stalker. He knew if things got bad, he’d step in.

Vale’s muscles felt like they were about to burst, but he remained as calm as he could.

"Sivian. I hate to burst your bubble, but this is the Dungeon of Lust... I have quite an intimate relationship with everyone here."

The snake lingered, savoring the moment like a sacrament yet to be profaned.

"Oh my. You seem to have misunderstood me."

Her fingers slid over his open chest wound. Then, her nails slightly dug into the wound.

’Ow! That fucking hurts! What the hell?!’

Vale tried to lift his arms, but they were locked to his sides.

Sivian traced the red streak up and down and pried it open a little. Then, she spat a sliver of venom straight into his body.

Vale screeched in pain.

"Argh!"

A scream Sivian seemed to derive immense pleasure from, as her blue cheeks instantly turned a deep crimson.

Vale’s head swiveled around the room.

’Mias! Where are you?!’

Yet the Reaper stayed hidden. Which meant he’d probably read Sivian had no intent to kill him.

’But can’t you tell I’m in pain!’

"Now, now, Darling. What did we learn today?"

Vale barely managed to gain enough air in his lungs to squeak out.

"Sivian. Let. Me go."

Sivian quietly chuckled as she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Oh my. You still haven’t learned?"

Sivian dug into his flesh again, draining her fingers on his blood.

Vale tried to cry out, but there simply wasn’t enough air in his lungs to make any proper plea.

Sivian tightened the restraint as she asked:

"Darling, what have you learned today?"

Her hands finding their way back to his body, then up to his throat.

’A lot! I learned a lot!’

Mainly, how dangerous a jealous snake could be!

Sivian alleviated some of the pressure, allowing Vale to draw desperate gasps.

Sivian asked:

"Well?"

After a few long, haggard breaths, Vale coughed, then smiled and said:

"I learned you’re the jealous type."

A sentence that only earned him a tighter squeeze. A squeeze that could kill him if sustained too long.

"Come on, darling. Don’t you want to be freed?"

Despite the strain on his body, Vale joked:

"That I do."

Internally, he was contemplating how to get out of this death grip.

He couldn’t shrink his body, lest the restraints would only get tighter and his body weaker.

He couldn’t tear at her with his claws; they were neatly tucked and trapped to his side.

Sivian smiled, then slightly added pressure to her hands, which gripped Vale’s throat. Her tone grew much more assertive, and her glare grew damning.

"Darling. Answer correctly now. What. Did. You. Learn?"

Vale grit his teeth and coughed up a small amount of blood, which Sivian greedily slurped up. Her cheeks flushed red again.

Vale chose to remain silent, holding back even the sounds of struggle. Only a few thoughts manage to wiggle into his mind.

’I need to become Emegrent!’

So he could survive this new addition!

A mature, confident voice boomed from behind them.

"I’d hate to interrupt... whatever this is. But, I came to invite you to watch the first football game with me, Lust!"

Greed cheered and clapped, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt tied over her breasts, as well as a weird leather hat. On her feet were tall boots with a weird spinning saw at the back of the heel.

Greed stopped right next to the intermingled two with a weird look on her face.

Sivian, upon spotting Greed, finally let Vale go.

The Master of Lust collapsed to the ground.

’Note to self: Never be alone with Sivian!’

Greed herself looked at the fallen Master of Lust with slight annoyance.

"See? This is what happens when you treat them as people. They treat you the same way."

Greed grew a smile, then motioned for Vale to follow.

"Come now."