Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 695

695: The Memory Chains of Liratha 695: The Memory Chains of Liratha Asmodeus dropped his guise of Ryuji while sitting on the comfortable leather couch, his back sinking into the backrest, with his clothes messy and half open.

Beside him, the two perfectly dressed beauties now lay unconscious, covered in a blanket, and their eyes were dreamy, along with various bottles of high-grade alcohol strewn across the table.

‘To think the gems and gold I’ve stored over the past year could be converted into the empire’s currency…

the black market is great.’ He glanced at the two women, shrugging his shoulders.

‘Since I didn’t penetrate them, Serena won’t be angry…

I hope.’  Suddenly, the stage turned dark, lights flashed, and the fans circulated the air around the arena, different from the smoky and filthy streets.

The VIP area carried a fresh scent of expensive perfume, flowers and money.

“Ladies, Gentlemen and People of all Races!”  A sensual, young woman’s voice echoed throughout the entire venue.

From the moment she spoke, the crowd below became wild, signs with a name high as if it were some kind of idol concert.

“Oh My~ You lovelies make me feel so embarrassed.” Snap!

With the snap of what seemed to be her fingers, multiple lights illuminated the stage, red, blue and white.  In the centre of the stage, wearing a deep crimson dress with a slit to her hips…

so alluring and explicit that you could almost see everything when she shifted.

‘Maybe that’s the reason she’s used?

Although it seems like you could see her pussy with a slight gust of wind…

there’s actually a pair of thick, skin colour panties underneath.’ Asmodeus wasn’t trying to see…

he wasn’t.  At least he would tell Serena that if she ever found out.

‘Where does the empire get all these beautiful women from?!’ “Hey, girls…

who is she?” He tapped the sleeping attendant beside him.

Mei Ling hugged her arms while slowly waking up, and to the other side of him was her sister Fei Ling.

Neither of them was expecting to be overwhelmed so fast, as their powers were both at least Rank One.

A shame they met the Demon god of Blood, Lust and War.  Mei Ling peeked at Asmodeus and quickly flushed red, her cheeks turning ruby as she covered her face.

“How did this happen!?” “Don’t be like that, come on tell me who she is.”  The statuesque woman with long obsidian hair that curled at the tip like smoke stepped onto the podium with her sharp glare.

It seemed every man was enticed by her golden eyes.

Armed with a figure that weakened reason, she gently fondled the mic and spoke again…

this time with a lower, and more sultry voice.

“My dear customers~ i’ve been dying to meet with you again.

How are you all tonight?” She blew a kiss to the audience, with a wink as a heart-shaped puff of pink smoke shot from her eye.

“Now then, shall we get started…

tonights foreplay is a special item.”  Two men wearing nothing but their pants and a white mask while exposing their buff physiques pushed a trolley in front of the woman as she spread her arms, switching the lights to the box.

Click!

“Tonight, I am your hostess~ your mistress and beloved Miriam Vey.” Mei Ling rubbed her temples, still dazed.

“… That’s Miriam Vey, the Black Market’s most famous auctioneer.

They call her the Voice of Ruin.

Her shows… always get out of control.” Fei Ling groaned on his other side, rolling onto her stomach under the blanket.

“Please tell me everything was a dream.

My body aches so much…” Asmodeus smirked at their conversation and focused on the stage.

He focused his attention on the woman commanding the stage.

But even from here, he could tell this woman wasn’t what she seemed on the surface.

Miriam slid her hand across the trolley’s velvet-covered box, her crimson dress clinging to her hips as she leaned forward.

“Let’s warm up those wallets, shall we?” She snapped her fingers once again.

The box unfolded like a blooming flower, revealing a glowing blue crystal that throbbed like a heart.

Not only that, but the faint cry of a maiden echoed as it shone brighter.

“Item number one!

The Siren’s Vein Crystal!” Her voice rose with a playful purr.

“A forbidden gem born when a siren’s mana collapses at death.

Hold it to your chest, and you might charm that pretty little tavern maid before breakfast~” The crowd chuckled before it became a roar of voices, some whistled, and another…

begged her to marry him.  To that, the mysterious beauty just rolled her hips and leaned over the podium, her soft breasts squishing at the right angle to show her deep cleavage.

“Such a brave customer~ but this big sister isn’t going to marry a-n-y-o-n-e~ Miriam is everyone’s tonight.”  Asmodeus rubbed his chin and examined the crystal with his golden eyes.  Although it contained a rather pure source of mana, the item wasn’t a treasure; at least, it was something only useful to those who hadn’t reached the limit of the mortal body.  ‘Just an oversized mana crystal.’ Miriam basked in the noise before she lifted her finger, and a huge set of numbers popped out above her, signifying the bid.

“But don’t get too greedy, my dears.

Overuse may cause… unfortunate hallucinations.

Drowning isn’t sexy.” She wiggled that same finger as if scolding a child, earning laughter.

The man who asked to marry her showed no signs of jealousy, anger or obsession; instead, he just laughed along, which surprised Asmodeus.

“So, my darlings, shall we start the bidding at 1000 Imperial Marks?” “Here!” “Oh my~ Then we have 1100 Marks!” “1150!” “1200!” Clack!

Miriam hit the end of the auction and purred at the high price.

Asmodeus couldn’t stop his lips from curling the more he watched her actions.

When the bids got slower, she began to move her hips, swayed…

even danced a little to stir the men’s desire.

It took almost an hour for the first item to sell, and by the end of her performance, for the second item.

But the biggest boon of her abilities wasn’t her looks.

‘That pink mana…

It’s familiar.’ Although he also found her teasing a little too provocative, and thanks to that, the two women beside him now looked even worse, their heads dangling off the sofa with legs spread wide as if someone just demolished them.

‘A type of charm that slowly grows inside the target…

even a Demon cannot resist it fully.

Interesting.’  Thankfully, he managed to avoid the worst-case scenario, but couldn’t help but wonder if Serena would kill him anyway as he looked at the two women and enjoyed the sight.

‘Does using the ass count?

I don’t think it does…’ With a smile, he focused on the stage, surprised that both girls beside him were not only virgins but the disciples of the woman on the stage.

All the women who worked here followed Miriam, and thus none of them actually slept with the clients.

Normally.

The next trolley appeared this time carrying a curved, bone-white blade etched in faint runes and an aura that caused the air to vibrate.  “My Dears~ Item two!

The Devourer’s Spine Blade.” Her lips curled.

“Cuts your enemies and drinks them dry.

Restores your stamina, too.

Perfect for assassins, duelists… or anyone who likes ending arguments quickly.” Cheers erupted once again.

This item was quite interesting even for Asmodeus.

Someone shouted to test it on his neighbour, and Miriam blew a kiss at him.

Another snap.

This item sold for almost 10,000 Marks.

Sadly, neither of the twins woke up, and so Asmodeus carried them to the bedroom attached to the VIP room.

His smile faded, and he watched the stage with a focused glare, tracking her pink mist and how it enveloped the entire auction house when bidding started.  ‘A wonderful technique.’ The third item arrived, which was a pulsating heart suspended inside a glass orb, tubes twitching like living veins.

“Item three!

The Chimera Heart Incubator.” Her tone dropped into a hypnotic rhythm.

“For the braver bidders only.

Implant this little beast and gain monstrous strength.

Or lose your mind.

Results vary.” ‘I’m taking that.’  With millions of marks in his account, the strange magic tool in the shape of a debit card showed his current balance.

It shocked him how the Empire created a currency and card system.

However, it was just as likely the result of someone from his world transferring to the mainland, or someone they captured from Grigor.

Nervous murmurs rolled through the hall.

Excitement, fear, desire and the hope they’d become strong enough mixed into the atmosphere she controlled perfectly.

Asmodeus smirked as he set his maximum bid, not caring about the auction; there was a private function available in the VIP rooms.

“That’s good, better earn the two girls some money.” His attendants would get a minor cut of what he spent, and since he didn’t really care, but enjoyed their service greatly, even making them half demons.

He couldn’t leave them to suffer now.

‘She knows exactly when to lean, when to tease, when to threaten.

A natural temptress.’ “And now…” Her voice thinned into a whisper that made the room lean forward.

“A treasure I personally adore.” Two attendants unveiled a pair of moon-silver earrings, their blue opals shimmering like an ocean caught in moonlight.

“The Memory Chains of Liratha,” she announced.

“The final relic of the Siren Matriarch herself.

These earrings contain preserved memories and combat techniques of an entire lost clan.

For the right wearer…” Her gaze swept the hall.

“…they will share everything the Sirens knew.” The entire arena fell silent.

Even as Asmodeus sat upright as the face of Nerim flashed through his mind, he became interested for reasons deeper than entertainment.

But he could also feel the same faint aura from the woman named Miriam.

Miriam smiled, but without her pink mist and charming arts working, she just looked like a predator savouring the tension before she ate her meal.

“Let the bidding begin, from 100,000 Marks!”