Alien world

Chapter 1804, Section 437: Strange Problem

But he never expected that the honor of being the first to cry in front of him would be taken away by the lustful demon, for the ridiculous reason of "losing money".

Annan sighed, pausing Ruth's conversation: "Succubus, I have good news and bad news. Which do you want to hear?"

Ruth, her eyes swollen, looked up and asked, "You mean two pieces of bad news?"

Nothing could make her happy anymore; Ruth would spend the rest of her life in deep sorrow…

“That’s not wrong.” Seeing Ruth’s utterly dejected expression, Annan stopped being mysterious: “The first piece of bad news is… you already know that the Rat King won in the end.”

The lustful demon was about to open its mouth again, like a toad that had been poked: "Aaaah—"

Annan quickly raised his voice to interrupt Russ's wailing: "The second piece of bad news is... I didn't listen to you."

Annan took out the money bag Russ had given him, closed his eyes to avoid looking at it, and tossed it over.

I forgot to place a bet for you.

As soon as she finished speaking, the lustful demon threw herself into Annan's arms, shamefully snot and tears streaming down her face: "Waaah, Olme... just right, waaah... suck... you, how, how can you be so good, waaah..."

"Alright, alright." Annan patted Russ on the back and coaxed him gently, "Look at you, a dignified battle lust demon, a warrior who has survived bloody battles, why are you still crying and sobbing."

"Waaaaah, who says that lust demons can't cry? Waaah..." Ruth sobbed, his voice choked with each hiccup.

Who would have thought that this flamboyant, fearless, and battle-loving lust demon would actually cry?

It was all for a bag of coins that had been lost and then found again.

Annan deliberately teased, "So, between me and Annan, who do you like more?"

"You are you, and he is him."

The lustful demon wiped his face, left Annan's embrace, and avoided Annan's gaze: "Annan, you are my ideal, you are my reality."

Annan's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, it seems we've gone too far!
"Then give me back my money."

Annan reached out to grab it, but the lustful demon slapped his hand away: "Olme, just right, I hate you!"

The good news is that Kinnar's position in the heart of the succubus remains irreplaceable.

The bad news is that it still lived like a dragon.

Ruth had already woken up, so Annan asked her to leave his room.

"Why?" The lustful demon still wanted to stay put and not leave.

She felt a long-lost sense of security here in Annan, just like when she was with Lady Biros.

“I’m afraid Lady Biros will misunderstand,” Annan said coldly.

If the six-armed serpent demon were to distance itself from him because of lust, it would be like losing a watermelon and picking up Martin.

"I understand!" The lust demon wasn't sad; instead, he showed a look of sudden realization.

What do you understand?!
“We are Lady Biros’s subordinates. I understand that subordinates getting too close will make those in power uneasy.” The succubus said to herself, just like Martin six months ago and Evelyn a year ago. “I will keep my distance from you on the surface.”

"Come on, hit me hard." The lust demon grabbed Anan's hand.

"I don't want to!" Annan broke free, retreating in disgust. Why had the succubus become so strange since returning from the rat-man city-state? "If you don't hit me, I'll hit you!"

But strange knowledge is temporary; Ruth's true nature remains that of a wicked succubus. She lunged forward, grabbed Annan's arm, and "gently" slammed him against the wall. Then, she kicked down the door, deliberately speaking in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear: "Don't think you can force me to submit just because you saved me! Dream on! My heart and soul are forever loyal to Lady Beryl!" Then she strode away.

Hearing the commotion, the six-armed serpent demon's confidants peered out and saw the succubus angrily leaving the succubus's room, and they immediately understood.

Succubus, oh, that's alright then...

Annan peeled himself off the wall, looked at the kicked-down door and the various gazes outside, and angrily punched the air.

"A sin!"

Damn it, I don't think I used any of my charms, so why does this succubus suddenly seem to have taken a liking to me?
If only the six-armed serpent demon were this easy to deal with!
Speaking of the six-armed serpent demon, Annan planned to curry favor with it before the Macken ratmen made any moves.

In addition, we need to prepare for two scenarios—

"Lady Biros, your figure is simply the most beautiful creation in the Abyss. May I ask your height and weight?"

"Lady Beryl, your arm span is mesmerizing, just the right length to embrace me. Could you please tell me how long it is?"

"Lady Biros, your tail appears in my dreams day and night. Can you tell me how many segments it has?"

At first, the six-armed serpent demon could accept the question Olme had just asked. After all—a succubus should act like a succubus, even if it was still a novice.

But Olme's questions kept getting weirder and weirder. At first, it was just about height, weight, wingspan, and tail, which could be considered a boy's curiosity about the opposite sex.

But as they delved deeper, they started asking strange questions that had nothing to do with flirting, but what else could it be but flirting? They asked whether the person was still growing taller, what weapons they were good at, the structure of their internal organs, and the sexual characteristics of the six-armed snake demon.

Could it be that I've been too lenient with my subordinates and rarely held them to high standards, causing them to lack respect for me?
Olme just happened to be very respectful to himself... at most asking some rather offensive questions.

Late that night, Olme happened to come to the Obsidian House again. For once, Biros hesitated for a few seconds before letting the guards allow him to enter.

"Good evening, Lady Biros."

Biluosi nodded slightly: "Greetings."

"Are you still handling official business so late?" Annan glanced at the map on the wall. Compared to the previous two days, there were many more markings and colors on the map.

These real-time new intelligence reports were undoubtedly devilish secrets, but entangled in those strange questions and annoyed, Biros preferred that Olme just take a few more glances at the map.

Unfortunately, he had no interest in the map; his eyes were only on the six-armed serpent demon standing there.

He held a thick bud of a palm branch mushroom in his hand and said softly, "On the way here, I saw this beautiful flower blooming by the lava. Just like you, it is not afraid of the heat of the lava and blooms tenaciously, symbolizing resilience, beauty, and indomitable spirit."

Biros's serpentine eyes swept over Annan's palm: "This is a Demon Dung Mushroom."

"evil!"

Annan threw it away in disgust; just from the name, one could tell what kind of environment it grew in.

The local devils are so unhygienic!
"I'm sorry, I offended your eyes," Annan said apologetically.

Biros cut to the chase: "Olme, what brings you here?"

As a high-ranking demon, a commander under the Sixth Legion Commander, and a six-armed serpent demon of exalted status, she could completely command her subordinates to obey through terror and majesty.

(End of this chapter)