Items (1)

Chapter 137: Items (1)

After waking up from this memory adventure, Beelzebub wiped the sweat off his forehead and sat down.

Feeling as though someone had sucked out his soul and strength from him, he leaned down on his wooden chair and arched his head behind, hovering his tired eyes on the ceiling.

From what he had seen… Beelzebub understood why he was in such a state. He had been thrown into a carnival of debauchery and pleasure, where sex was introduced to him in various forms — ethical and immoral… one of the ancestor demons had caught women and imprisoned them, driving them insane… while another was using various schemes to get his hands laid on the soft flesh of different female species once they fell in love for him.

And then, he had them in his hands, he made them utterly dependent on him, which had eventually put him in the corner, as the death of one precious and cherished wife was enough to destroy him.