Tales of a Seductress
TOAD – Chapter 94

With Oberon gone, I could finally look at the spoils of my labor. I had finally maxed the third tier, the last step in my journey. Most people could never exceed level 90 in their lifetime. Doing so would put you in the same category as heroes and demon kings, the pinnacle of power in this world. There was only one man that I knew of who reached past this point, and that was Oberon. Everyone else was dead and gone.

Before I looked at anything else, I brought up my status. The last time I looked at my status had only been a short month or two, but I had gone from 70-90 in that time. It would have been impossible for another woman, but I had played with the bodies and consumed the souls of hundreds of men to level as quickly as possible. Then, I gave myself to both the Dragon God and The Demon King in a single day. It would be stranger if my body hadn’t changed drastically.

Name: Aria

Class: Demon Queen

Titles: Churel, Town Bicycle, Gang Banger, Soncon, Goblin Slut, God Killer, Dragon Layer, The Reborn, Illusion Breaker, Lesbian Lover, Rough Rider, Slut, Solo Player

Level: 30 (90 Total)

Statistics: Strength 98, Intelligence 100, Wisdom 98, Endurance 123, Agility 99, Charisma 160

Resistance: Asphyxiation 5, Carnal 10, Charm 4, Cold 5, Concussion 10, Damage 10, Disease 10, Fear 5, Heat 5, Illusion 20, Magic 10, Mental 22, Pain 14, Panic 10, Poison 15

Standard Skills: Archery 5, Barter MAX, Block 5, Climbing 2, Conjuring 5, Flee MAX, Incantations 2, Life Sense MAX, Lockpicking 7, Massage MAX, Multitasking MAX, Monster Taming MAX, Pickpocketing 5, Sorcery 3, Throwing: 8, Soul Manipulation 2

Advanced Skills: Lip Reading 5

Arts:

Art of Alchemy (Basic Alchemy, Mana Alchemy, Potion Making, Poison Making, Advanced Alchemy) Total Level: 87

Art of Magic (Elemental Magic, Enchantment, Fire Magic, Magic, Magic Sense, Rune Creation, Water Magic) 85

Art of Fighting (Dagger, Hand-to-hand combat, Parry, Sword, Weapon Handling, Whip) Total Level: 62

Mastery: Sex, Manipulation

Special Skills: All Nighter, BDSM, Beautification, Below the Belt, Blunt Immunity, Bondless, Cat’s Meow, Celestial Weapon, Charmless, Command, Control, Devour, Death Order, Dungeon Mistress, Enchant, Eternal Loyalty, Enchanted Item, Eye of the Beholder, Fragrant Passage, Frenzy, Fuck Buddy, Fusion, Influence, Kama Sutra, Limit Break, Lover’s Loyalty, Lover’s Truth, Mana Breath, Magical Accentuation, Master of Dreams, Monster Tamer, Mood Setter, Perfection, Phoenix Rises, Inventory, Involuntary Leveling, Possession, Princess Kiss, Queen’s Order, Regen, Restriction, Sanctuary, Seed of Life, Sex Life, Sexual Experience, Sex Multiplication, Sexual Fortitude, Sexual Saint, Soul Bind, Soul Eater, Stalker, Disease and Poison Immunity, Targeted Pheromones, Title Holder, Voyeur

Positions: Aries, Asian Cowgirl, Ballet Dancer, Ben Dover, Bobbing for Apples, Corkscrew, Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Daisy Chain, Deep Stick, Doggie Style, Double Dip, Double Oral, Downward Dog, Eating Out, Face to Face, Face-Off, Fingering, Flatiron, Fully Loaded, Gemini, High Five, Italian Chandelier, Kneeling Blowjob, Lap Dance, Leap Frog, Leg Up, Missionary, Ol’ Fashioned, Pinball Wizard, Pretzel Dip, Reverse Cowgirl, Rockin’ Rockette, Rodeo, Scissoring, Seashell, Sidewinder, 69, Spooning, Stand and Deliver, Standing Spit Roast, Sultry Spooning, Tabletop, The Doggy Deluxe, The Caboose, The Fan, The Libido, Three’s a Crowd, Two in One, Valedictorian, Wheel barrel, Woman On Top, Workout

Status Effect: Pregnant (Dragon)

Even I was a little surprised by just how much things had changed. While I had indulged and didn’t focus on the messages crossing my vision, I hadn’t expected to make such exaggerated changes. During my time in the dungeon, I played many games, even using illusions to blend reality with fiction. I had voluntarily blocked my mana breath, so when vicious men choked me, I’d grow lightheaded and nearly pass out. I used and received the whip, and of course dagger play worked too. While tied up, I would barter for my life, selling my body to the most deranged prisoners alive.

All of these experiences had caused new skills to appear, but even then, some of them didn’t make a lot of sense. I had no experience with parrying or using my sword, yet I had increased by so much that I had maxed out a half dozen skills and ended up creating new art. It took me a moment to realize how this had happened. The men I absorbed were all men of disrepute. Few of them wouldn’t know how to use a weapon and fight.

When I absorbed the men, I must have absorbed a piece of their experience. I had never absorbed so many people before, let alone those of a specific type. These ruffians likely all could use a sword, dagger, or hand-to-hand. Since I was sent all the worst offenders first, these would be the bandits and murderers. One could see how odd it was to unlock advanced skills by the fact I didn’t have any, yet, what I did get was still enough to form an Art. I must have absorbed quite a few thieves too, although not enough to form an art. I had many new skills that seemed related to them.

“I really am broken now.” I sighed.

I wasn’t even a soldier. My talents lay in sex and manipulation, yet I had seemingly become a swordsman overnight. I had even boasted that I could defeat any swordsman with my skills. Yet, now, if I was to fight with a sword, I’d probably outperform all but the most capable knights. I wondered if I’d be able to beat Min without any tricks. At the very least, no one would be able to bully me as a fighter. I shook my head and glanced at my final level. Historically, the final level of a tier offered some pretty powerful options.

Congratulations!!! You have leveled to Demon Queen level 90!

All stats have increased by one.

You have three Skill points.

Special Skills Available:

Innocent Damsel (Passive): You put off an aura that causes others to hesitate to kill you.

Demon Queen’s Aura (Passive): An area of effect, people in your presence are encouraged to treat you with respect and reverence.

Mother-child Bonding (Active): Power and life can be exchanged between a mother and a baby in the womb.

Knowing that the final level tended to have some of the strongest skills, I had deliberately left three skill points. Upon reading the options, I was not disappointed. Although two skills ended up passive, possibly because of how King Oberon had helped me level up, they were some of the most impressive skills I had seen in a long time.

A passive aura that causes people to avoid my death, I could use that to my advantage. As for the Demon Queen’s Aura, the idea of getting respect and reverence without having to earn it appealed to me. After all, I had an unfortunate reputation that was impossible to overcome. Oberon had met my reputation with apathy, presuming I might even need the help of Lady Isabelle and Lord Pait just to keep from being bullied as I gave birth to the future king. An invisible field that demanded respect suited my reputation the best.

Finally, the mother-child bonding seemed cruel. I could give my baby life, but I could just as easily take it away. Didn’t that mean I could spontaneously abort whenever I wanted? That said, I had the dragon god’s baby inside of me, not the Demon Lord’s baby. If I could borrow his strength, it might be enough to survive the reckoning that was bound to come. It was worth having, or the system never would have offered it to me.

I took all three abilities, and once the screen disappeared, I checked my seductress armor one last time and left my room. I hadn’t walked far before I felt subtle vibrations shake the hallway. It was another eruption taking place. I could even detect the faintest hint of blood and burning in the air. King Oberon’s fated slaughter had begun. This entire city was merely a collecting ground to power his ascension.

Perhaps, that was the true purpose of this dragon castle, a giant transmitter designed to channel massive amounts of mana. The city below was merely a sacrificial pot, and the formation was hidden within the demon king’s so-called ritual chamber.

Although no one had told me where the ritual chamber was located, I arrived there without direction. It was almost like I was being pulled there, pulled by the ridiculous amount of mana currently congregating. I wondered if others in the castle could feel it. I wondered if the city below understood what was happening. All of that death and destruction was just a means of harvesting souls. It was like my dungeon hidden beneath the mountain, but on a grander stage.

I opened the doors that dwarfed me. They were so large it should have been impossible to open them. However, they opened with just a bit of effort. Had I been at a lower level, I might not have even managed that much. As I walked into the room, I found a massive cathedral. It looked every bit as gothic as one might expect from a Demon Lord’s place.

There were hundreds of statues made of various expensive jewels and alloys canvasing every surface. There were massive pillars and columns.

There was an impressive statue of Bahamut with red rubies for his eyes which dwarfed the one in the church. In front of that statue was a pedestal with a bowl sitting on it. Behind the statue was a room-spanning formation that covered the entire wall. Slowly, a red fluid moved along the lines of the formation, rising from the floor like a capillary wick. Occasionally, a little bit of energy seemed to come from the formation, it was free-flowing mana that resembled light turned into liquid. It moved across the air and then landed in the bowl, although the bowl never seemed to become full, glowing with translucent light.

“So, this is how you become a god.” I sighed.

“It was twenty years ago.” A voice echoed throughout the chamber. “I had spent a decade preparing everything to Bahamut’s specifications, and in the end that damned hero appeared before I could complete it.”

I turned to see the Demon King. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of slacks and nothing else. Despite all of that, he somehow looked majestic, like a man who was fulfilling his destiny.

“If only Bahamut could see you now,” I spoke subtly.

“He can.” He nodded. “He’s right in front of you.”

I blinked and then turned to the statue. My mouth fell open. The statue looked a bit lifelike, but I hadn’t paid much attention to it. In reality, other than the ruby eyes, it looked exactly like the Bahamut I had encountered in Nirvana. Well, there was one distinct difference. Down in his nether regions, there was a certain instrument missing. If I hadn’t personally experienced it, I wouldn’t have noticed, but it had been loped off by a certain King.

“He… turned to stone?” I responded so I didn’t think about it.

“This was the cost,” Oberon stated as he walked up to the pedestal. “Bahamut condensed all of his life force, and I was supposed to take on that power. However, the ceremony was blocked, and the lifeforce remains trapped inside his solidified corpse, unable to be reached. It took me years to figure out how to break it.”

“I take it, that’s where the formation comes into play?” I responded although I was walking toward Bahamut, my eyes locked on him.

“The formation of 10,000 lives.” He explained, running his fingers around the mysterious glowing bowl. “It will have the power to break his shell and create a conduit allowing me to finally absorb his life force. When done, I will be reborn a god.”

I walked up and touched the leg of the dragon. As soon as I did so, I felt like I was struck in the head. My vision went blurry, and that’s when I heard a voice booming in my head.

YOU MUST CLAIM THAT LIFE FORCE FOR THE BABY.

I blinked in confusion. “Huh?”

I PLANTED MY SEED IN YOU, BUT TO REGAIN MY GODHOOD, YOU MUST BE THE ONE TO CLAIM THAT LIFEFORCE. FOR ME TO LIVE, MY PROTÉGÉ MUST FAIL!