"You want to use my beautiful teacher's life to threaten me? The truth is, I am indeed a person who is greedy for life, I won't make meaningless sacrifices. Therefore, even if…"
Mo Fan and Chao He now stood far apart, negotiating over the life of Tang Yue, who was bound by the Curse Element.
Cautiously and silently, Damon approached the battlefield, careful not to make a sound. The perception range of Intermediate Mages spanned several meters. Standing at a considerable distance from Tang Yue, Chao He searched for Mo Fan ahead of him, never imagining that another variable now stood behind him.
Behind a boulder, Tang Yue, still restrained by the curse, leaned against it as Damon cautiously peeked out to observe the tense exchange.
From his position, if he used Fire Magic, it wouldn't be impossible to injure Chao He—but the man's shield, especially effective against fire, made any direct attack nearly futile.
'I won't succeed with a sneak attack.'
With magic alone, Damon couldn't defeat Chao He. The man before him was a Level 3 Intermediate Curse Mage with Fire as his second element, protected by specialized defensive gear. It was obvious who held the advantage.
'Should I use physical attacks?' The thought crossed Damon's mind. He could engage in close combat, but Chao He's shield still posed a serious obstacle. A single mistake could cost Tang Yue her life—the curse could activate at any moment.
Instead of leaving things to fate, Damon decided to take matters into his own hands. The battle was one of life and death, and he wasn't someone who trusted destiny.
'First, I'll free Tang Yue,' Damon thought, whispering in the quietest voice possible.
"Miss Tang Yue, I'll release you from this curse. Please, stay calm," Damon murmured softly.
Tang Yue's eyes widened in surprise and sudden hope at the unexpected voice.
'Devour.'
Using Beelzebub, the black swirling mass of energy quickly engulfed the bindings trapping Tang Yue, as the two other magicians continued their standoff.
Beelzebub could devour any magic—its specialty lay in consuming active spells and dismantling their effects, especially those tied to astral bindings like the Curse Element.
This was the true power of *Devour*: it consumed magic, nullified its effects, and converted the spell's energy into raw power for Damon's reserves.
It all happened in an instant. The bindings vanished, freeing Tang Yue. But the change didn't go unnoticed by Chao He, who immediately felt the curse link snap.
"What?!" he exclaimed, his head whipping around as he cast Level 3 Fire Magic without hesitation.
Without warning, a raging burst of flames exploded outward.
The fiery waves swept across the clearing, the blazing orb at their core expanding violently. The scarlet flames struck the boulder where Tang Yue had been hiding, shattering it into fragments as Damon grabbed her hand and leapt with all his strength, narrowly escaping the explosion.
Shielding Tang Yue with his body, Damon hit the ground hard, rolling several meters before stopping.
"Thunderbolt: Exploding Apex!"
A loud incantation echoed through the area as Mo Fan finally invoked his Intermediate Lightning Magic.
He raised his hand toward the sky—
A purple thunderbolt descended, splitting the air in two. The thick, blazing bolt screamed through the air before crashing toward Chao He, who was still distracted by Damon's sudden appearance. The man had no time to defend himself.
The lightning struck with overwhelming force, consuming Chao He in its explosion before taking his life for good.
"Ha ha… that was close," Damon muttered, glancing down at the panting Tang Yue, still under the effect of the aphrodisiac.
"Miss Tang Yue, are you alright?" Damon asked with concern, noting her flushed face. Before he could say anything further, soft, moist lips latched onto his.
Tang Yue's thin arms wrapped tightly around Damon as her tongue invaded his mouth. Her eyes clouded with desire, she held his head from behind, kissing him fiercely with all her strength.
Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, her hands roamed over Damon's body as she rolled on top of him, taking control.
"Hah… hah…" The intense kiss finally ended, and her flushed face pulled back. Reason returned to her eyes as she glared down at Damon.
Her legs rested on either side of Damon's hips, and beneath her, something hard, long, and girthy pressed against her body.
"Ah~" A moan unconsciously slipped from Tang Yue's lips as her hips began to move, slowly grinding against the thing pressing on her.
"You—" she began, still panting, her movements growing more urgent, her voluptuous chest rising and falling, giving Damon a view of a lifetime. His mind went blank as he tried to process what was happening. Tang Yue's hands began to conjure flames, while his own loins grew hotter by the second.
The sensation of the beautiful, alluring Tang Yue grinding against his own rod robbed him of all reason and thought.
"I will kill you!" Tang Yue roared as the flames in her hands flared brighter.
'Kinky' Damon thought as his survival instinct unable to overpowered his own degeneracy.
"Miss Tang Yue?"
At that moment, Mo Fan's voice rang out, causing both of them to turn toward his shocked face. His mouth hung open as he stared at the duo who had just been locked in a compromising position.
The flames in Tang Yue's hands flickered, then died down as Damon finally freed himself from the grasp of the blood-hungry succubus.
Three letters unconsciously formed in Mo Fan's mind as he took in the scene:
'N.T.R.'
***
Escaping Tang Yue's clutches, Damon immediately leaped for the Rose Flame Spirit, snatching it away before Tang Yue could even suggest that Mo Fan take it.
He secured the flame spirit before the eyes of the students and teachers, then entered the taxi, sitting between Mo Fan and Tang Yue—who was still under the aphrodisiac's influence.
Sometimes Damon's attention was caught by the curves of the road; other times, by Tang Yue, who, like a wildcat, kept throwing herself at him.
The journey was a true test of patience for Damon, whose manhood didn't calm for even a second.
'If only not for Mo Fan and this driver…' Unholy thoughts brewed in his mind, unaware of Mo Fan's own thoughts—who, at that moment, wanted nothing more than to jump out of the taxi.
'Just Kill Me Already'