VIP building and Hound's demand

The hound moved closer to the woman's face, its dragon emerging from its body. The woman, still entranced, gazed at the dragon with sparkling eyes and began to pleasure it with her mouth.

The sounds of her actions filled the air, "slurp...slurp...slllurrrppp".

Ye Yang, witnessing this explicit scene, felt a sudden surge of arousal, his own body reacting to the spectacle. However, he managed to suppress his urges, refusing to give in to his desires in front of the crowd.

He stood firm, his focus fixed on his mission to capture the spirit beast, despite the temptation before him.

The hound let out a menacing chuckle, "How long can you resist, human? Look at these people, they're eager to join in on the pleasure." He gestured towards the crowd, His gaze shifted to a man sitting nearby, his wife still entranced and serving the hound's desires.

"This man, whose wife is currently succumbing to my will, isn't even worthy of participating in this lustful delight. yet you, who possess the ability to resist my power, are being invited to join me in this decadent pleasure."

The hound's words were a twisted challenge, testing Ye Yang's resolve and willpower. He seemed to be intrigued by Ye Yang's ability to resist his influence, and his invitation was a deliberate attempt to corrupt and compromise Ye Yang's values.

Ye Yang's dragon twitches every time, when he heard the sultry voices of woman, servicing the hound.

The hound, too, was cautious around Ye Yang, his surprise evident at encountering a mortal who could resist his powers. He had grown accustomed to immortals succumbing to their dark desires when offered the chance to submit, yet here was a human who stood firm against his influence.

This unexpected development sparked a mix of curiosity and wariness within the hound, prompting him to tread carefully around Ye Yang. He began to reassess his approach, intrigued by the possibility of encountering a worthy adversary.

The hound's voice took on a hint of intrigue as he asked, "You're not an ordinary person, are you? Tell me, have you come specifically for me?" His words were laced with a mixture of curiosity and caution, as if he was probing for Ye Yang's true intentions.

The hound's eyes seemed to bore into Ye Yang's soul, searching for any hidden motives or secrets that might explain why this mortal was able to resist his powers.

The hound's gaze lingered on Ye Yang, awaiting a response that never came. The silence was telling, and the hound's eyes narrowed as he surmised that his initial suspicion was correct - Ye Yang was indeed an extraordinary individual, and his presence was no coincidence.

But the hound's curiosity was piqued further, and he wondered: What could a mortal possibly want with him? And who or what could be backing this seemingly ordinary human, empowering him to resist the hound's formidable powers? The hound's mind raced with questions, his interest in Ye Yang growing by the minute.

As the hound's mind wandered, lost in speculation, Ye Yang's voice cut through the silence, his words direct and unambiguous. "Yes, I am here for you. I want you to follow me, to become my spirit beast." The hound's eyes snapped back to Ye Yang, his expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.

He had expected many things, but this audacious request was not among them. The idea of a mortal claiming him, a powerful spirit beast, as their own was unheard of. The hound's intrigue deepened, and he leaned in, eager to hear more.

The hound let out a low, rumbling chuckle, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Hoh, you think to control me? But do you possess the qualifications to wield such power over a being like myself?" He leaned in, his voice taking on a hint of challenge, as if daring Ye Yang to prove his worth.

The hound's tone was laced with scepticism, his words implying that Ye Yang was overstepping his bounds by even suggesting such a thing.

He continued, "Does the power behind you suggest this, or are you daring enough to challenge the heavens?" Ye Yang was taken aback by the Hound's words, thinking, "Does he know about the System? But how?" He felt regret for coming here, worried that his biggest secret had been revealed.

The Hound pressed on, "I don't know who they are, but do they think I'm some kind of horny, street-corner dog?" Ye Yang laughed inwardly, thinking, "You do look like one, though."

He felt a wave of relief wash over him, realizing that his secret was still safe and the Hound was just speculating about the power behind him.

Ye Yang said, "Indeed, the power behind me informed me of your whereabouts, and it was my decision to come for you.

I've heard that if I can fulfil your desire, you might be willing to make a pact with me?" He asked this in a curious yet serious tone, his eyes fixed intently on the hound as he awaited a response.

The air was thick with anticipation as Ye Yang's words hung in the balance, the hound's expression unreadable.

Ye Yang's heart raced with excitement and a hint of trepidation, unsure of what the hound's desires might entail, but determined to see this through.

The hound's voice was laced with a fierce pride as he declared, "One thing is certain: the power backing you is beyond even my comprehension. Yet, that doesn't diminish my strength. I have faced down supreme beings and immortals, and they were nothing but mere prey before me."

"I have slain many an immortal in the past, and their eternal lives were but a brief, shining moment in the annals of my own eternal existence."

Ye Yang smirked inwardly, dismissing the hound's boasts with a mental jab: "A self-proclaimed immortal slayer, how quaint." He thought, his expression unchanged, but his mind racing with scepticism.

 The hound's grandiose claims seemed more like a desperate attempt to assert dominance than a genuine display of strength.

Despite his doubts, Ye Yang couldn't deny that the hound was an enigmatic being, possessing intelligence and power that seemed almost otherworldly.

The sight of him indulging in human pleasures, such as enjoying a woman's company, was jarring and hard to reconcile with his mystical nature. Yet, his claim of slaying immortals was a boast that few could take seriously, a feat that seemed more like a mythical tale than a genuine accomplishment.

Ye Yang cut off the hound's boasts, his voice firm but measured. "Enough. Let's not forget the matter at hand. I asked you earlier: if I fulfil your desire, will you be willing to make a pact with me?" He pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he awaited the hound's response.

The hound's expression turned grave, his voice low and even. "If you're seeking my submission, then Fu*k off. But if you desire a partnership, I might consider it. However, be warned: impressing me won't be easy. I'm not one to be swayed by trivial offerings or empty promises."

Ye Yang's eyes lit up with excitement as he sensed an opportunity. "You yourself said I'm the only one who can resist your power," he pointed out, his voice filled with enthusiasm.

"Isn't it beneficial for you to have someone like me by your side? Think of what we could accomplish together! I'm not proposing a master-pet relationship, but a partnership of equals. We could complement each other's strengths and weaknesses, achieving far more as companions than we ever could alone."

The hound nodded in agreement with Ye Yang's words, a sly grin spreading across his face. "If you're so eager to form a bond with me, then why not join me in this pleasure?" He gestured towards the naked woman, who was still sucking his dragon.

With a growl, she released her grip, and the hound moved behind her, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He positioned himself, ready to pounce, his movements fluid and predatory.

Ye Yang hesitated, and the hound sensed his uncertainty. With a sly smile, the hound said, "Before we proceed, I have some conditions of my own. If you agree to them, we can seal our pact with enjoying this woman together." As he spoke, he teasingly caressed her sensitive areas with his dragon, tracing the curves of her lower lips and the entrance to her sacred cave, which was already wet and inviting.

Ye Yang was ready to make this happen. "What are your conditions?" he asked.

Hound grinned, "my first condition is..."

Meanwhile on another VIP building,

Yu Mei entered the private room, her eyes locking onto Hua Xian's masked figure. He stood alone; his gaze fixed on her curves. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she approached him. "Why did you want to meet me here?" she demanded, her voice laced with anger. "Don't you know how dangerous this is?"

Hua Xian's mask glinted in the dim light; his eyes gleaming with an unreadable intensity. His unusual clothes seemed to blend with the shadows, making him almost invisible except for his piercing stare. Yu Mei's heart raced as she waited for his response, her mind racing with the risks of their secret meeting.

The air was thick with tension, the silence between them palpable. Yu Mei's anger and fear wrestled for dominance as she stood before Hua Xian, her eyes daring him to reveal his true intentions.

[Note: Voting chance is here! The hound's conditions are already set, but I want to share my thoughts on what additional conditions he could make to his advantage. Don't forget to comment with your wildest thoughts!]