Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey-Chapter 829: F##ing shit... am I into women?

"MMMfffffffhmmmmm---" Mary, whose head was embarrassingly stuck in the ground like an ostrich, finally managed to yank herself free with a loud gasp. She coughed, spitting out dirt, and shook her head furiously before snapping, "You fucking bitc—"

But her words came to a sudden halt. Her eyes widened as she registered the sight before her.

A sword was impaled straight through Dora's chest.

"Oh..." Mary blinked slowly, her brain catching up to the situation. Then, all at once, reality crashed down on her. "Shit!"

Panic surged through her as she rushed forward, reaching out to grab the tiny hooded figure responsible, but just as her fingers nearly brushed the figure's cloak—

It vanished.

"What?" Mary froze mid-motion, blinking in sheer disbelief. Her mouth hung slightly open as her eyes darted around frantically, searching for any sign of where the figure had gone. But it was gone—completely.

Still processing what just happened, she snapped her head toward Dora, her expression shifting to one of alarm. "H-Hey! Are you okay?! Don't you dare fucking die on me, bitch!"

Master chuckled darkly, his voice laced with amusement. "Look at you two, such devoted frien—"

Before he could even finish his sentence—

"Otherwise, who the hell will kill me when I'm bored?" Mary suddenly interrupted, her voice eerily worried about something else.

And then, without a shred of hesitation, she gripped the sword's handle and yanked it out in one brutal motion.

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A sickening gush of blood spurted from the open wound, spilling onto the ground in a crimson flood... But just as the life drained from Dora's face, Mary suddenly paused, tilting her head in realization.

"Oh, wait... I heard somewhere that if you remove the sword, it actually bleeds more..."

Before anyone could react—

Chucckkkk!

She shoved the sword right back into her chest.

A dead silence fell over the scene.

Dora and Master both stood frozen, their faces blank with sheer horror.

Was she... was she actually serious?

Both of them questioned, in complete disbelief, which side Mary was even on at this point.

Dora coughed up blood before gritting her teeth and forcing out a single, venomous word.

"Bitch."

Mary beamed at her as if she had just received the highest form of praise, "Good! See? I put it exactly back where it was! Perfect positioning, no problem at all." She gave a satisfied nod before turning toward Master, eyes flashing with determination,

"Now, let's fucking do this. We're taking this bastard down, and once we're done, you can rest in piece—ahem, I mean peace... and I, as the great woman that I am, will take over your Academy. I'll look after your students, and, of course... all of your assets."

Her voice dipped into a sly, almost greedy tone at the last part.

Dora groaned loudly, dragging a hand down her bloodied face. She wasn't sure anymore what was killing her faster—the massive blood loss or Mary's words, which seemed to have a disturbingly self-serving undertone.

Dora pushed Mary aside roughly and turned her full attention to Master, who was watching everything unfold with an infuriatingly amused grin.

"You..." she rasped, coughing. "You planned this from the start... didn't you?"

Her fingers curled tightly around the sword's handle.

Master's grin widened. His excitement was unmistakable.

And then—

A thin, bony finger suddenly pushed out from the open wound where the sword had pierced Dora's chest.

Then another.

And another.

A trail of fingers slithered outward, slowly stretching the wound open from the inside.

Mary's blood ran cold...

"BLOODY SHIT!!" she screamed, stumbling back as something... no, someone emerged from within Dora's torn flesh.

And then she saw it—

The Fox Woman.

Long pink-white hair billowed around her like a raging storm, each silky strand carrying an unnatural, otherworldly weight. Her glowing pink heart-shaped eyes gleamed with an amusement so sharp it sent shivers down the spine.

Wisps of pink mist energy coiled around her body, shaping themselves into ominous, flickering foxfire, licking at the air like starved flames waiting to consume.

Her form was both mesmerizing and terrifying—seductive yet deadly, wrapped in elegant black robes lined with gold, regal yet wicked. Fox-like ears twitched, sharp and alert, catching even the faintest of sounds. [Imgincmt]

And that smirk on her lips...

It was the kind that promised both pleasure and absolute devastation.

Power radiated from her in waves, ancient and untamed, pressing against the atmosphere like an invisible force of nature.

Mary's brain short-circuited. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she managed to force out, "W-What the actual fuck..."

She blinked violently, trying to process what she was looking at. Her eyes darted toward the remnants of Dora's body, now lying in two hollow, lifeless halves on the ground.

Like an empty shell!

"H-Hey... w-who the hell are you?" Mary stammered, her voice uncharacteristically shaken. "And what the fuck did you just do to my bitch?!"

The white-pink Fox Woman lazily stretched her body, her movements slow, deliberate—almost teasing.

Then, she let out a soft, sultry hum. "Hmmm..."

That sound alone sent an involuntary shiver down Mary's spine.

Wait?

Her heart skipped a beat.

No.

No, no, no, no, no!!

That did not just happen!!

Mary's face paled as a horrifying realization sank in.

"Fucking shit... am I into women?!" she blurted out, her voice rising in panic.

She clutched her own chest as if trying to physically stop her heart from betraying her. This had never happened before. Not even with her ex-husband, that useless bastard!

Mary rubbed her temples, groaning. "Okay... okay, wait a damn minute... Now that I think about it, this actually makes a lot of sense... Why was I never interested in men? It all checks out... I think I'm into fountain cave rather than a ro—"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!" the Fox Woman suddenly snapped, looking at Mary with sheer, unfiltered annoyance.

"Hmmm... Dora?" Mary asked, her expression twisted in utter confusion as she squinted at the figure before her.

"Yes," came the calm yet eerie response.

Mary's already blurry figure trembled violently before she suddenly shrieked, flailing her arms dramatically,

"OH MY GOD!!! I need to fucking kill myself for this! How the hell did I fall for this bitch?! A fucking rotten bitch! This is a disaster! A catastrophe! I would rather—"

"Enough!" Master's voice thundered, slicing through Mary's theatrical outburst like a knife through butter. His focus shifted from the chaotic mess that was Mary back to Dora, and with an almost nostalgic nod, he remarked, "You haven't changed much… just like before."

Dora frowned, tilting her head slightly. "You asked for this," she muttered, her voice carrying a dangerous edge of warning.

Raising her hand with deliberate grace, she gave a casual wave.

Instantly, the air rippled outward like an unseen force had been unleashed. A delicate, alluring fragrance spread through the space, wrapping around them like a slow, intoxicating fog. The scent was thick, rich—potent enough to make the air itself feel heavier, more tantalizing as if one step too close would pull anyone under its spell.

But… nothing happened.

Dora's pink heart-shaped eyes flickered with mild surprise. "So… you cannot be charmed?" she mused thoughtfully, tapping her fingers against her chin as if making mental notes.

Master chuckled, clearly entertained by her failed attempt. "Charming?" His smirk deepened into something condescending. "Darling, that sort of trick only works on living beings," he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

But then—

"Oh~ Darling Dora~ You are so hot~"

The unexpected, sultry voice belonged to none other than Mary, who had suddenly latched onto Dora's waist like some love-struck fool. Her grip was disturbingly gentle, her fingers pressing into Dora's body in a way that—

Thud!

"OUCH!!"

Mary yelped as she snapped out of her trance, blinking rapidly like she had just been doused with ice water. Her gaze trailed downward, her breath hitching in sheer horror as she realized where her hands were—

Firmly placed on Dora's ass.

No.

Not just placed.

Fondling it.

A heavy silence fell between them.

And then—

"YUCK!! DISGUSTING!!"

Mary shrieked at the top of her lungs, her face contorted in absolute horror. As if possessed by an unseen force of righteousness, she grabbed a weapon and, without hesitation, cut off her own hands as though she were amputating a cursed limb.

Dora blinked, 'Well… she didn't have to go that far…'

She had anticipated that her charm effect might influence Mary in some way, but this was beyond excessive. And then—

'Her tongue?'

Dora's eyebrows shot up in shock as she watched, wide-eyed, as Mary, without a single ounce of hesitation, sliced out her own tongue like it was the vilest thing to ever exist inside her mouth.

Mary gasped for air, choking slightly as she staggered, her entire body shuddering as she clutched at her throat like she had just committed a noble act of purification.

Moments passed.

Then, like magic, her hands and tongue regenerated just as swiftly as they had been removed. Her vampire bloodline worked fast, restoring her lost limbs in seconds.

Letting out a heavy sigh of relief, Mary muttered under her breath, "Thank goodness I purified myself."

"..."

"..."

Dora stood there in stunned silence for a long moment, simply staring at the spectacle before deciding that, for the sake of her own sanity, she should just ignore this woman entirely.

Instead, she turned her sharp gaze back to Master. Her pink heart-shaped eyes flickered once more, glowing faintly as she observed him closely. "So… you're not a living being…" she muttered, almost as if she were speaking to herself.

She took a slow step forward, tilting her head slightly. Something about this felt off.

"I see… that makes sense now," she murmured.

There was nothing within Master's body.

Not a single thread of fate.

No connection between his soul and his physical form.

He was just… there... Like a hollow existence wrapped in flesh.

Dora's lips pressed into a thin line, 'Just who—or what—is he?'

Mary, meanwhile, had finally regained some semblance of composure and, though still unnerved, was keeping a careful distance from Dora. She furrowed her brows. "What? What are you seeing?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity but also layered with caution—because, really, she refused to fall for any more of Dora's charm magic.

Dora didn't answer directly. Instead, she spoke in a grave, serious tone. "That being… be careful. I couldn't sense it properly. It's different."

Master let out a low, amused chuckle, clearly unfazed by her words. "Oh? You mean my finest creation?"

At the snap of his fingers—

A tiny hooded figure materialized beside him.

Like a ghost.

Mary and Dora immediately stiffened.

A strange, unnatural stillness clung to the air.

Something about it didn't feel right.

The tiny hooded figure stood there, unmoving.

Then—

It hesitantly raised its hand.

Clap~

A single sound echoed—

And suddenly—

Their entire vision was swallowed by an overwhelming, monstrous presence.

A grotesque, towering fox beast loomed before them, its very existence warping reality around it. Twisting, shifting shadows coiled around its massive body like living tendrils. Embedded deep within its flesh were numerous rainbow-coloured crystals—

Origin Crystals!