Cucking The Demon King
Chapter 90: Has anyone seen Rex?”

Chapter 90: Has anyone seen Rex?”

Liam smirked, finally turning his attention away from her.

He focused on the notifications floating in front of him, his lips curling up slightly.

[Quest Completed: Fuck Emma Silvagold]

[Rewards Granted: +30000 Lust points, +30000EXP]

[Hidden Quest Completed: Cuck Rex Silvagold]

[Rewards Granted: +50000 Lust points, +10000EXP]

From the quests alone, he managed to amass a total of eighty thousand lust points.

However, if the ones he kept gaining by fucking Emma were added to it, his total lust points were over a hundred thousand!

’Hehe.’ Liam chuckled, closing down the tabs with a wave of his hand.

’Host stats.’ He thought.

[Name: Liam Wilshere]

[Race: Divine Incubus]

[Level: 4]

[EXP: 60000/100000]

[Health: 450/450]

[Energy: 3000/3000]

[Magic Power: 2000]

[Strength: 345]

[Agility: 321]

[Stamina: 700]

[Constitution: 1100]

[Charm: 1050]

[Intelligence: 470]

[Lust Points: 105000]

[Skills]

[Charm Skills: Addictive touch(level 2), Silver Tongue(level 2), Lust pheromones(level 2), Dream weaver(level 1)]

[Ability Skills: Dash(level 1), Strength Boost(level 1), Eye of Truth(level 1), Super Jump(level 1) Demonic Authority(level 1)]

[Elemental Skills: Fireball(level 1), Tendrils of Darkness(level 1), Lightning Glove(level 1), Lightning Boots(level 1)]

Liam nodded in satisfaction as he examined his stats.

A few of his skills had leveled up, which was a pleasant surprise. However, there wasn’t much of a difference in his overall stats.

He was getting stronger, but it wasn’t enough.

Not yet.

He closed the status screen with a flick of his wrist.

Just then, the door to the bathroom creaked open.

Liam turned his head, and his breath hitched at the sight before him.

Emma had emerged, a thick blue towel wrapped tightly around her body.

Her long, red hair which was usually tied into two buns were loose, falling down her shoulders.

The hair was damp, strands sticking to her delicate face. Droplets of water slid down her slender neck, disappearing beneath the towel that barely covered her curves.

Her cheeks were red, and she looked flustered.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

The towel she was wearing was his.

The faint scent of him lingered on it, wrapping around her like an invisible embrace.

Emma wouldn’t admit it, of course.

She was too embarrassed to say she had chosen his towel on purpose.

But still...

It felt nice being wrapped up in Liam’s scent.

It made her feel safe.

Protected.

Desired.

On the other hand, Liam was utterly entranced by her beauty.

Even with just a towel, she looked like a goddess, radiating an aura of pure sexiness.

His red eyes trailed over her, taking in every little detail.

The way her wet hair clung to her skin...

The droplets of water trickling down her collarbone...

The subtle rise and fall of her chest, barely concealed by the towel...

Liam’s body reacted instantly.

His rod hardened, straining against his shorts and forming a massive bulge.

The sudden pressure made him groan internally.

Fuck.

He wanted her.

Again.

Emma hesitantly turned toward him, blinking.

"I need to get a new set of clothes from my room," She said, shifting awkwardly.

Liam didn’t respond immediately.

His mind was still hazy, lost in the sinful thoughts of pinning her against the bed and ravaging her all over again.

After a brief pause, he nodded.

Emma’s heart pounded.

She was about to turn toward the door when her eyes accidentally drifted downward.

And then she froze.

Her gaze locked onto the massive bulge in Liam’s shorts.

Her entire body heated up.

The images of last night came flooding back into her mind.

The way he had pushed her against the mattress...

The way he had thrust into her over and over again...

The way she had moaned his name, losing herself in pleasure...

Her thighs squeezed together instinctively.

Her lips parted, and she felt her breath hitch.

’Why am I even staring?’ She thought, quickly turning her head away, her face burning in embarrassment.

"P-Pervert," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

Liam chuckled, clearly amused by her reaction.

Emma clutched her chest, trying to calm her racing heart.

But she couldn’t ignore it.

A familiar tingling sensation spread between her legs.

If Liam tried to claim her right now...

She doubted she had the mental strength to resist.

Liam suddenly stood up, the massive bulge in his shorts pointing directly at her.

Emma gulped.

Her body stiffened, and she tried to look somewhere else...

But her eyes refused to move.

She was glued to it.

Liam took a slow step forward.

Then another.

With every step he took, Emma’s heartbeat quickened.

Her breath grew shallow.

And then—

He was right in front of her.

Liam gently cupped her cheeks, tilting her face upward.

Their eyes met.

His bright red eyes burned with desire, and Emma felt like she was being swallowed whole by his gaze.

But... she didn’t hate that feeling.

Her legs trembled, and her lips parted, but no words came out.

She suddenly felt very weak, almost like she could fall any moment from now.

"You’re so beautiful Emma, I want to ravage you all over again." Liam said, his voice deep and husky.

Emma’s eyes widened.

Her breath hitched.

Her fingers clenched the towel tightly, as if that thin piece of cloth could protect her from the overwhelming heat in her body.

Was he serious?

Was he going to—

Liam suddenly clicked his tongue, turning away.

Emma blinked, confused.

’H-Huh?’ She thought.

Liam ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply.

"Let’s get ready," He muttered.

"They’re probably very angry with us."

Emma stood there, stunned.

She didn’t move.

She didn’t speak.

For a moment, all she could do was stare at him in disbelief.

...That’s it?

He just—

He just walked away?!

Emma clenched her fists.

Her cheeks puffed up in frustration.

Deep down, she had expected him to take it further.

She had wanted him to take it further.

And then...

And then...

She quickly shook her head, trying to banish the inappropriate thoughts from her mind.

No!

She shouldn’t be thinking like this!

But still—

She bit her lip, resisting the urge to stomp her foot like a frustrated child.

Liam, on the other hand, was already rummaging through his bag, picking out a fresh set of clothes.

Unlike Emma, he had already taken his bath while she was asleep, so all he needed to do was change.

Emma sighed, rubbing her temples.

She needed to calm down.

She couldn’t let Liam fluster her this much.

A few minutes later, they both got dressed.

Emma slipped into a clean white blouse and a short black skirt, while Liam threw on a simple black tunic and pants.

Once they were ready, they stepped out of the room together.

The moment they stepped out of the room—

Emma felt a shiver run down her spine.

She could already feel the glares of the others.

Her fingers instinctively clenched the hem of her skirt, and she subconsciously shrank back, casting her gaze to the ground.

It wasn’t just anger in those stares.

There was something else.

Something sharper.

Something colder.

Lela’s expression was the worst out of the two girls.

Her arms were crossed, her sharp green eyes glowering at Emma with a mix of jealousy and irritation.

Her jaw was clenched, and she looked like she was struggling to keep herself from saying something harsh.

’To think he and Emma... how could he go to her when I was here?’ She thought, gnashing her teeth.

She hadn’t expected something like this to happen with Emma Silvagold, an even higher ranking noble than Elsa.

She had always seen the girl as someone who was in a world of her own, untouchable by ’normal’ people like her.

But still, she had fallen for Liam’s charms, even getting taste of her before her since they got to Willowbrook.

She didn’t know why, but that fact alone annoyed her.

Lela’s fingers dug into her arms.

But when her gaze drifted toward Liam, her anger wavered.

Because, really...

Who could resist him?

Even noble girls weren’t immune to his charms.

The same could be said for Elsa.

Lela had noticed the way Elsa would steal glances at Liam when she thought no one was watching.

How she would bite her lip, as if trying to stop herself from thinking certain thoughts.

Emma wasn’t the only one falling into his hands.

And that made Lela’s stomach twist even more.

Cynthia, on the other hand, was less hostile.

But she was definitely confused.

Her gaze darted back and forth between Liam and Emma.

They had slept in the same room.

That much was obvious.

’But... did they really...?’ Cynthia’s face flushed red.

’No, no!’ She thought, shaking her head.

She quickly pushed out those unnecessary thoughts out of her mind, but for some reason, she just couldn’t.

She didn’t need to know.

She shouldn’t care.

But for some reason...

She did.

She suddenly frowned, her mind shifting to something else.

’Something is off.’ She mumbled inwardly, taking a quick scan of the group.

She suddenly froze, her eyes widening in shock.

Someone was still missing, even though they had sent the message to everyone.

Cynthia’s brows furrowed, and she quickly turned toward the others.

"Wait a minute," She said, her voice laced with concern.

"Has anyone seen Rex?"