Chapter 17: Seduction And Interrogation [1]

She kissed him, and the act took Demitas by complete surprise. The leader of the slaves, the one with power and authority, was engaging in such an intimate gesture with a mere slave like him.

It defied all expectations and societal norms, leaving Demitas with a mix of astonishment and resignation. Yet, within the constraints of his position, he could do nothing but accept the reality unfolding before him.

The sudden escalation of the scene left Demitas baffled and disoriented. He had braced himself for the worst, expecting a grim fate that awaited him in the hands of the slave master. However, her actions contradicted his initial assumptions, casting a veil of confusion over his thoughts.

"Mhm."

As she continued to kiss him, the intensity of the moment grew, leaving Demitas feeling both physically and emotionally overwhelmed. The weight of her advances made him question everything he thought he knew about the slave master. Was she truly the ruthless oppressor he had perceived her to be, or was there more complexity to her character than he had initially believed?

"Sto-"

"Mhm!"

Caught between the desire to resist and the instinct to comply for self-preservation, Demitas found himself succumbing to her advances. It was a moment of surrender, where the lines between oppression and desire blurred, leaving Demitas grappling with conflicting emotions and a growing sense of entanglement in a web of intrigue.

The entwining of their lips sent a rush of sensation through Demitas, momentarily enveloping him in a fleeting moment of bliss. However, as their lips parted with a distinct popping sound, confusion clouded his thoughts once again. The taste of her lips lingered on his, an enigmatic reminder of a moment that had left him both enraptured and more uncertain than ever before.

"Ha…"

Demitas breathed heavily while the girl, with reddened face, stared at him.

"Am I getting raped by a girl?,"

"No, I'm a man!" Demitas said to her. Quite bravely this time.

"Oh?", however, she too showed what she actually was!

Demitas felt a surge of arousal as her hands ventured deep into his pants, exploring his crotch with a firm grip. "Hmm, quite big," she mentioned with a sultry tone, her voice dripping with desire.

"Huff…", his penis was erect, standing tall.

"Quite the dagger you have here.", she said, chuckling as she licked her palm.

"Dagger? I bet it's a longsword."

"Fufu, is it now?", she laughed.

*gulp*

"But why? Why is someone of your status doing this? You like me or something?", Demitas asked.

"Haha. Indeed."

"But that's not the reason for my presence here."

"I like you, but I have my duties as a slave master," she said, her voice filled with a mixture of admiration and conflict. "You killed several slaves. Impressive, they were killers from the past, yet you managed to defeat them." Folding her arms, she regarded him with a mix of curiosity and authority.

Demitas' mind raced as he processed her words. It was a strange twist of fate to receive such praise from someone in her position. He had fought for his survival, but he never anticipated it would earn him recognition, especially from the one who held power over him.

"I have an offer or a proposition," she said, her voice laced with intrigue. "You are next in line for the chopping block, but you will get pardoned if you answer my question."

Her lips brushed against his ear as she whispered, sending shivers down Demitas' spine. "Where did you get that potion?"

It turned his ears red as the warm breathe lingered, giving him a chill and a sense of euphoria which he had never experienced.

However, he didn't succumb to the temptation.

He realized what she was after.

As Demitas' mind processed the slave master's hidden agenda, a realization dawned upon him. Her advances, her seductive gestures, were not mere acts of desire but a means to an end. The truth revealed itself in her probing question about the potion that had healed Misli.

It became clear that this information held more significance than his crimes or even the possibility of receiving a pardon.

With newfound clarity, Demitas gathered his resolve. He understood that navigating this perilous game of intrigue would require strategic finesse and careful manipulation. He would have to play the part, concealing the truth behind his eyes while weaving a web of deception to protect himself and the secrets held within the Monarch System.

'The potion…'

'That's what she is after.', he thought to himself.

[Keke, indeed. So, now what will you do?]

'I don't know…', he replied to the system, thinking more on the matter.

[Alright, hear me out.]

'Ya?'

[Go ahead and tell her that you get potions from me, a system.] the System suggested, its tone laced with a mischievous edge.

[You magically created it.]

"Are you dumb?" Demitas blurted out, unable to contain his disbelief.

"Huh?", the slave master was caught offguard when she heard him say that.

"Me? Did you just call me dumb?", she asked.

"Ah, no no. It was…"

'Ah fuck.'

[Hahaha!]

She stared at him in a menacing manner.

"Come on, tell me."

'Hmm…'

'Since I can't give you credit, should I take it for myself instead, System?' he asked.

[Do what you want. I will just observe from now]

"Do you agree with my proposition?" she asked him, her voice laced with a mix of anticipation and playful charm. Her captivating gaze locked with his, a mischievous twinkle dancing in her eyes. With a subtle wink, she added a touch of seduction to her question.

"Ahem, that…"

"That…"

He kept looking at her hand which slowly moved towards his thighs, further moving towards his groin region.

The room was bathed in a soft glow as the torches flickered to life, illuminating the scene before Demitas. Standing before him was a mature girl, her presence exuding a mix of strength and allure. Her alluring form was accentuated by a unique armor that blended the elements of seduction and protection.