Eldritch Assassin: Reincarnated With An SSS-Rank Devouring System
Chapter 82: Trial Of Temptation (I)

Chapter 82: Trial Of Temptation (I)

Kael inhaled slightly, her scent hit his nose—rose and amber flooding his senses. His Predator’s Instincts pinged, not with danger but with a pull, deep and primal, tugging at his core. His hormone level slowly rising.

He stepped back like a flea from fire with his dagger raised. "Stay away," he said, voice rough.

His Night Predator cut through the haze, but her presence was a weight pressing against his willpower. "Fufu..." She laughed, circling him, her fingers brushing his arm, sending heat and a jolt of electricity through his skin.

"Why resist, my lord?" she whispered, lips grazing his ear. "Here, you rule all—pleasure, power, women... Everything’s yours. No pain. No guilt." Her hand slid down his chest and below his navel, nails tracing his skin, igniting a fire he fought to ignore.

[System Alert: Mental Fatigue +10%]

Kael bit his lower lip forcefully to regain clarity, and then jerked away, breath hitching. His Devour Essence clawed, tempted to siphon her energy, but he held back—absorbing here could bind him to the dream. "You’re a lie," he said, eyes narrowing. "This isn’t real."

She smiled, undeterred. "Is it?" She snapped her fingers, and the chamber expanded into a grand hall with a golden throne at its center, flanked by beautiful women, each a vision of desire:

A blonde with sapphire eyes, breasts spilling from her corset; a redhead in leather, smirking as she licked her lips; a brunette draped in jewels, her gown open to reveal smooth thighs and the Milky Way. They lounged on silk cushions, sipping wine, their gazes hungry, promising the peak of ecstasy.

[Trial Influence: Emotional Pull Intensified. Willpower Check: Critical

Stamina: Increasing (70%)]

Kael’s throat dried, and though he didn’t know why, memories flashed—Mira’s smile, and Sera’s quiet grace. The trial was twisted, offering a harem of peak femme fatales, each tailored to his hidden desires.

His skills and traits nudged, attempting to break the pattern, but the allure was relentless, like energy flowing to drown his resolve.

The raven-haired woman stepped closer, her gown falling, revealing creamy skin, nipples hardening under his growing, intense gaze. "You’re an emperor," she purred, pressing her body against his, breasts soft against his chest. "Take what’s yours." Her hand slid lower, fingers teasing his waistband, heat pooling in his groin.

[System Warning: Mental Probe Strengthened Willpower Check: Failing.

Emotional Resilience -15%

Stamina: Increasing (80%)]

Kael’s hand trembled, Abyssal Fang shaking in his grasp. His Primal Endurance kept his mind clear, but the trial’s pull was a tide, dragging him under. He tried picturing Mira, not as a lover, but a friend lost to war. The guilt should’ve anchored him, but the woman’s touch burned, her lips brushing his neck, tongue flicking his skin.

Having been a virgin in his past life and in this life also, Kael couldn’t resist the allure..no, he didn’t bother to resist anymore.

Kael’s dagger clattered to the floor, eyes red with wild hunger. He grabbed her, hands gripping her supple hips, pulling her close.

"Ahh..."

Her moan was soft, encouraging, as she guided him to the throne. The other women closed in like devout followers approaching a sacred altar, hands roaming his body.

The blonde kissing his jaw, the redhead unfastening his belt, the brunette straddling his lap. Silk fell away, and soon bodies lay bare, skin hot against his.

The raven-haired woman knelt, lips parting, taking his length and girth into her mouth, her tongue swirling, wet and eager. Kael groaned, head tilting back, pleasure overwhelming, primal energy amplifying every sensation.

———

[Status: HP 100%.

Mental Fatigue: Severe.

Willpower Check: Collapsed.

Stamina: Increasing (90%)]

———

Years blurred.

Kael ruled from the throne, days melting into nights of debauchery. The blonde rode him, her moans echoing as he thrust deep, her breasts bouncing with each movement.

The redhead joined, lips on his, her tongue exploring, hands guiding him to her core, wet and ready. The brunette whispered praises, her body writhing beneath him, legs wrapped tight as he pounded into her, primal energy surging with each climax.

More women came—wives and daughters of vassals, spoils of war, their cries of pleasure fueling his empire’s decadence.

The empire slowly crumbled. Factions rose against Kael, furious at his conquests, his cuckolding of their leaders. Cities burned, and allies betrayed, but Kael didn’t care.

The raven-haired femme fatale, now his queen, whispered in his ear, her body his obsession, her touch a drug. She rode him on the throne, nails digging into his chest, her hips grinding, drawing moans as he spilled inside her, primal energy binding them.

[Trial Influence: Mental Overload in 180 seconds]

Kael couldn’t process the system’s warning anymore as his senses drowned in the raven-haired queen’s touch, her hips grinding against him, nails raking his chest.

The throne room pulsed with primal energy, amplifying every sensation as her slick heat enveloped him, her moans echoing as she rode him harder.

The blonde femme fatale knelt beside, lips trailing his neck, tongue flicking his skin, while the redhead straddled his thigh, her wet core pressing against him, teasing, urging him deeper into ecstasy. The brunette’s hands roamed his back, whispering sweet words, her breasts brushing his arm as she guided his hand to her curves.

[Status: HP 100%.

Mental Fatigue: Critical.

Willpower Check: Collapsed.

Stamina: Increasing (95%)]

The empire blurred into decades and then centuries of debauchery. Kael, crowned emperor, reveled in his harem—wives and daughters of defeated lords. Their cries of pleasure filled the palace as he took them on silk sheets, marble floors, and even the golden throne.

One night, a vassal’s wife straddled him, her moans loud as he thrust deep, her body trembling with each climax. Another, a rival’s daughter, knelt before him, lips working his length, eyes gleaming with submission. His conquests were all but cuckolding his enemies, and that fueled his lust, primal energy binding him to the dream.

Cities crumbled outside as his enemies struck, all enraged by Kael’s decadence and theft of their women. Betrayals mounted, vassals turned, and allies fled—but Kael barely noticed, lost in the queen’s embrace. She rode him nightly, her body his obsession, hips rolling, drawing groans as he spilled inside her, her nails leaving bloody trails.

[Trial Influence: Mental Overload in 120 seconds]

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