Chapter 124: Lady Lust |
A dark room. A black round table.
A man whose face was hidden in the shadows sat at the round table on a high-backed chair, one hand supporting his head while the other gently tapped on the table before him. His head was lowered, expression and face invisible.
Across from him, another person sat at the round table.
Though equally shrouded in darkness, one could barely make out his black trench coat and black bowler hat.
It was Mr. Pride, Wyatt Odius.
He too sat quietly. In this pitch-black room, neither of them spoke.
They seemed to be waiting for someone.
Time ticked by, minute by minute.
Click.
Someone entered the room.
They brought with them a sliver of sunlight from outside.
The two figures hidden in darkness both turned their gazes—one pair of golden eyes and one pair of green eyes—toward the doorway.
The person who had opened the door stood still, silent for a few seconds, then entered and casually closed the door behind them, walking toward the wall.
Whoosh.
All the curtains on the massive floor-to-ceiling windows were pulled open. Sunlight streamed in, fully illuminating the room, which actually had excellent natural lighting.
This was a two-story villa with great sunlight. Once the curtains were opened at noon, the entire room was bathed in light.
"What are you two doing, sitting in the dark like that?" A magnetic male voice rang out.
"No windows open, no lamps lit—what shady business are you up to?"
"Are you secretly taking off?"
The man standing by the window looked at the two inside, a smile in his voice. His tone had a slight drawl at the end, yet it wasn't unpleasant.
He was a man dressed in a black-and-white uniform, with black hair and black eyes, a handsome, youthful face, and an Iris Housekeeping Services badge pinned to his chest.
"Greed said it looks cooler this way." Wyatt gestured toward the man sitting across from him at the table.
That man had blond hair and green eyes.
He had been indistinguishable in the pitch-black room before, but now with the light streaming in, one could see he was a middle-aged man wearing black pants, a white lab coat, and glasses.
He looked to be around forty. His face was clean-shaven but still appeared aged.
"You're both grown adults. How can you still be so childish?" The man who had just entered straightened his bow tie and smiled elegantly.
"What are you talking about? No matter how you look at it, I'm still the youngest among us, right?" The middle-aged bespectacled man, who looked quite old for his age, said to the two younger faces before him.
"Then you really need to take better care of your body." The man in the butler's uniform touched his own smooth face.
"None of that matters." The blond middle-aged bespectacled man, called "Greed," leaned back in his high-backed chair. "I don't need a particularly handsome face."
The man in the butler's uniform smiled but didn't reply.
Then, he turned his gaze to "Pride" Wyatt on the other side of the room, still smiling.
"For you, today is a particularly worthy day of celebration, isn't it?" he said, his tone light.
"Ah, what a shame. On such an important day, the other four didn't bother to show up." He let out a deliberately regretful sigh.
"So? Are you looking forward to it?" He tilted his head and asked Wyatt with a smile.
"Yes." Wyatt nodded calmly. "I've waited too long for this day. I've made too many preparations."
"Indeed. You've prepared a lot." The man stood with one hand on his hip, relaxed, as he took a gold-cased pocket watch from his pocket, opened it, and glanced at it. "You've prepared a lot, and you've asked us for a lot of help."
Snap!
The pocket watch was suddenly shut with force, producing a crisp sound.
"But one of my people 'died,' you know. Is there anything you want to say about that?" The butler-uniformed man's tone became somewhat flatter, and the smile on his face faded slightly.
"I was kind enough to send one of my dear 'children' to help you, yet you let her 'die.'" His expression shifted, his face now full of pity.
"Though she committed suicide in a special way, ensuring I could resurrect her, she still truly died once."
"Neither the pain nor anything else is diminished in the slightest."
He strode forward, walking slowly toward Wyatt.
Wyatt remained seated, not rising. He simply shook his head.
"I didn't want that either. I didn't expect the Fate Rectification School's Scholar to suddenly turn on their own people. I had already come to an agreement with them beforehand."
"Pride" Wyatt sat in his seat, a apologetic smile on his face. His tone was sincere, without any hint of insincerity.
"Of course, I did misjudge the person. That is indeed my fault. If there's anything you need me to compensate for, I will do my best to meet your demands."
"Already came to an agreement beforehand?" The man repeated. "But what good does 'agreement' do?"
"Facts are facts. Facts won't change just because you make excuses."
He walked step by step until he was behind Wyatt, placing his hand on his shoulder.
"I can't deny that." Wyatt shook his head slightly. "I will try my best to compensate you."
"Compensate, huh?" The butler-uniformed man gently kneaded Wyatt's shoulder.
Then, he took a step back and pulled.
The chairs here were all swivel chairs with wheels. Wyatt was instantly pulled away from the table, chair and all, leaving a gap between himself and the table wide enough for a person to pass through.
"If my count is right, it's almost been seven days."
The man leaned in close to Wyatt's ear. His voice suddenly changed, becoming much softer, still magnetic, but now sounding incredibly seductive—like a woman's voice.
"That child can be resurrected tomorrow."
After pulling Wyatt out, he slowly circled around to Wyatt's side.
"Well then..."
As he walked out from behind the chair, his chest rapidly swelled, puffing out the once-flat front of his butler uniform. A deep cleavage formed where the unbuttoned buttons had been. His pants suddenly loosened and gathered, transforming into a short skirt.
His butler outfit changed into a black-and-white maid uniform.
At the same time, his face and body were also undergoing transformation.
His features softened, his waist slimmed, his rear lifted, and the muscles on his body shifted.
In less than three seconds, the originally tall, handsome black-haired man had become a soft-featured, voluptuous, mature maid.
Then, he—no, she—lifted a leg, stepped over Wyatt's leg, and straddled him.
"Then how about you help me give birth to her~."
"That poor child."
She smiled, placing her hand on Wyatt's chest, gently stroking his pectoral muscles.
"How about it?" She looked down at Wyatt with a seductive expression.
She was the founder of Iris Housekeeping Services, and also, like "Mr. Pride" Wyatt and "Mr. Greed" at the other end of the table, one of the "Original Sins."
Lust... for now, let's tentatively call her "Lady."
Feeling the weight and warmth on his lap, Wyatt remained calm and unhurried.
"I wouldn't mind, but if you're hoping to do something like that here today, I'm afraid I'll have to decline." Wyatt maintained a gentle, proper smile. "This body is just a dummy right now. It doesn't have the functions you're looking for."
"Or, if you're interested in this body itself, I'd be happy to oblige."
"It doesn't have any..." She felt around. Indeed, it was true.
"Then forget it." Lady Lust leaned in a little closer, nestling against Wyatt's chest, bringing her mouth to his ear, her breath warm and fragrant. "I'll wait for your real body."
Sensing a gaze from behind, she slowly straightened up and looked back. She saw Mr. Greed leaning back in his chair, watching them with a sidelong glance.
"Do you want to join in too?" she purred, her voice sending shivers down the spine.
"No thanks." Mr. Greed waved a lazy hand. "I have absolutely no interest in these matters."
"Is the middle-aged uncle feeling past his prime?" Lady Lust touched her own face and teased.
"You don't need to provoke me, old hag." Mr. Greed retorted. "I have a wife, and you're old enough to be my grandmother."
"Hmph~." She chuckled softly. "Is that so? Well then, be good. Call me grandma."
"Heh." Mr. Greed only replied with a single "heh."
Then he turned his gaze to "Pride" Wyatt.
"Speaking of which, isn't your nephew almost completely worn out by her?" he said, half-jokingly, half-warning.
"Which nephew?" Wyatt asked, pinned beneath Lady Lust.
"The chubby one. Thorn Odius."
"Oh... him." Wyatt recalled. "Is that so?"
"You don't care at all?" Mr. Greed remained lounging lazily.
"That was his own choice. I won't interfere." Wyatt replied. "I understand him."
"What do you mean, 'worn out'?" Lady Lust, perched on Wyatt's lap, protested in dissatisfaction. "He was the one who came to us in the first place."
"Besides, didn't you perform all his surgeries? Why are you playing innocent?"
"I'm helping him." Mr. Greed slowly rotated his chair, turning his back to Lady Lust. "And the surgery was what you two requested. I was just fulfilling your expectations."
"Is that so?" Lady Lust smiled seductively as she wrapped her arms around Wyatt's neck, still looking back at Mr. Greed, whose back was to her. "Are you sure you didn't have any intention of using him as a test subject?"
"This is a fair trade." Mr. Greed turned back around. "And besides, his small sacrifice can bring great progress to people all over the world. He wouldn't refuse, and he shouldn't refuse."
Wyatt reached out and put an end to the argument.
He gently pinched Lady Lust's chin, making her look at him.
"In your eyes, what kind of person is Thorn?" he asked.
"A very interesting little guy." Lady Lust didn't resist. "'Royal Blood' is destined not to be mediocre, so pretending to be mediocre is meaningless."
"But what makes this little guy interesting is that he's not 'pretending to be mediocre.' He's pretending to be 'someone who's pretending to be an incompetent prince.'"
Lady Lust pressed a finger to Wyatt's lips.
"Malignant ambition is his act."
"A bit clever, but playing the part of an overly flamboyant schemer—that's his act."
"Hiding behind the scenes, willingly offering himself as an experiment, trying to scheme something... that's also his act."
"I really want to peel away his layers, one by one..." Lady Lust's finger gently traced Wyatt's lips. "Like slowly undressing a beautiful woman in bed."
"This feeling... it's truly delightful."
After speaking, she paused.
"Speaking of which, I recently found another interesting person."
"To be precise, an interesting Mutant."
"Mutant?" Mr. Greed turned his gaze. "What kind of Mutant?"
"Yes, a Mutant." Lady Lust didn't bother to turn her head. "A Siren."
"She's also related to your nephew, but the other one."
"That Allenay Odius invested in a newly opened theater a couple of days ago."
"Apparently... he got tacit approval from that Ethen."
Behind her, Mr. Greed finally sat up straight, staring intently from behind.
"Oh?" Wyatt raised an eyebrow. "I've been out of this realm lately. I really didn't know about this."
"Yes, I tried to infiltrate it this morning." Lady Lust smiled. "I barely succeeded."
"But she saw through my disguise directly."
"I disguised myself perfectly." Lady Lust's face rapidly writhed, transforming into a sallow, utterly ordinary, even somewhat ugly face.
"No matter how you looked at it, I was just a plain-looking laundry woman. Ugly face, undeveloped body."
"But she picked me out of the crowd directly."
As if recalling something.
Her body began to squirm.
"And she made me look bad in front of everyone." A deep flush bloomed on her face.
Wyatt watched with an unchanged expression.
His dummy body wasn't equipped with that part. No matter how Lady Lust squirmed, it was useless.
Lady Lust's words continued.
"It was like a little game played out in front of everyone, but only the two of us knew about it~."
"That kind of thrill..."
Her body suddenly arched backward. The back of her head hit the table, but she didn't seem to care.
Her abdomen split open. Her entire body was evenly divided in two, spreading open like a flower.
Countless vines and petals grew from within her belly. A flower, as tall as a person, still unbloomed, grew out from her stomach.
A few seconds later, the flower bloomed.
Where the stamen should have been were two people fused together.
They looked very similar—one male, one female—like two genders of the same person.
The two were fused back-to-back, only their upper bodies emerging from the stamen. They were naked.
They both spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping.
"Do you know?"
"She didn't call me out directly, but it pleased me even more than if she had."
"That feeling... that feeling is just..."
"Ah... intoxicating... irresistible..."
The two each cupped their own faces, their breathing becoming heavy, their faces growing redder, their expressions more exaggerated, writhing at the center of the flower.
"It was just... so wonderful!"
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