Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs

Chapter 212 The Rabbit Vs The Shadow

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With very long dark hair and white skin almost bordering on pale, Minuha appeared in the room, standing before Seth and Irene, but this time their roles had been switched

"Hello Minuha" Seth casually said like he was greeting a familiar friend.

"Seth, I see you're still as dangerous as ever," Minuha said, taking a step back and sitting on the bed which was just behind her, crossing her legs as she faced both Seth and Irene.

"It's crazy how situations can change right Irene" Minuha mocked, "especially how just keep on ending up a prisoner no matter what happens".

"What do you want bitch" Irene said, Seth surprised to hear her curse.

"I would watch my tone if I was you, Edwin might have given custody of the both of you to Dilise, but what do you think will happen when I tell him about your love-making session".

"She is supposed to be trying to convince the both of you to agree to the deal we proposed, but instead she went on to spread her legs for you and if that wasn't enough, rewarded you with this" Minuha said looking around the room.

"If you're expecting us to fold because of these little threats then get out," Irene said, her face back to being emotionless as he sat back on her chair.

"fiesty" Minuha commented waving her hand to the side, a shadow extending from it, and bringing over a stand that carried a bottle of wine and cup.

Like a host, she poured herself a glass, sounds of ecstasy leaving her lips as she slowly emptied the glass.

"Hmmm, that was delicious, Pineau des Charentes, Dilise really went out of her way to spoil the both of you," Minuha said checking the name of the wine and then proceeding to fill her empty glass and take a sip.

"I wouldn't be so arrogant and noisy if I were you, Irene, sure I can't touch Seth, but you, you're free sport" Minuha warned and then continued.

"I had thought you were different, but last night was just a confirmation that you chivars are all the same, your sex craving is unreasonable," Minuha said with a smile and a lick of her tongue.

"So many races have proclaimed their desire to conquer your world and take you all prisoners, but you guys are just so tight-lipped on its whereabouts, so you can imagine the worth of a member of your race, especially you females".

"Imagine an adult female Chivalry like you being auctioned, lords and even immortals will compete to own you," Minuha said, keenly staring at Irene and enjoying the nervous look that she tried to hide.

A smirk appeared on Minuha's face when she noticed Irene struggling to stop herself room looking at Seth.

"Are you relying on Seth to save you?" Minuha asked, but before Irene could answer her question Minuha answered it herself.

"Silly me, of course, you are, you basically said so some minutes ago," Minuha said with a laugh.

"Not like I can blame you though, what woman wouldn't be confident if the great Anh hùng told her he'll protect her" Minuha teased, turning to face Seth.

"Seth aren't you being too biased and unfair, you ogled everyone including the maid, but you don't even look my way".

"Am I ugly?" Minuha asked, using her left hand to elegantly pull her hair behind her ears and reveal her face to Seth.

Hearing her question, Seth had planned to glance at her and give a reply, but as his eyes passed over her, his whole head turned to face her.

"I guess not" Seth answered.

An angular face with a narrowed chin, deep black eyes, and black painted lips twisted into a smile, Minuha's gothic look put her in a unique class of beauty, one which screamed deadly pleasure.

"Then why don't you look at me" Minuha complained, taking another sip from her cup, and then standing up.

Usually, Minuha's hair fell down on her body and parted into three sections.

The section which contained the most hair, fell on her back, covering her buttocks, while the other two sections fell on the left and right of her body, covering her boobs.

In this way, while Minuha seemed to expose a lot, she also covered up a lot, but as she stood up, she pushed her hair to the back, leaving the front of her body bare for Seth's eyes to devour.

When Minuha had first popped out, Seth had observed the woman, and though noticing that she seemed a little bit different than previously, he had written her off, ready to deal with her if things went south.

Now as Minuha walked towards Seth, his adverseness towards her increased, Seth already figuring out that dealing with her would be a hassle, a rather troublesome one.

Though acknowledging the danger, Seth indulged himself in what he could only be described as a demoness heading towards him.

Her feet naked, with her face which had already passed the mark for beautiful, Minuha's body took it to a whole other level, divine the only word to describe it.

Her breasts which were now exposed jiggled with every step she took, her upturned nipples begging Seth to cuck them, and when Seth looked below he couldn't help but lick his lips.

Minuha had hips, wide hips which came after a narrow waist, and these hips swung, making Seth's eyes follow their every movement, the upturned triangular-shaped pubic hair between her legs making Seth take a gulp.

Minuha cat walked over to Seth, a smile on her face as she bent over his sitting figure and asked.

"Tell me, Seth, Am I not beautiful?"

"Don't be deceived by her Seth, her shadow abilities let her be able to modify her body" Irene snorted.

"Jelly jelly Irene, I never thought I would get to see her this soon," Minuha said turning away from Seth and planting her hands on the table as she leaned over and stared at Irene.

While this seemed like an innocent act, one born from Minuha's annoyance with Irene, Seth who was sitting beside Irene begged otherwise.

Minuha's move had her hair falling to the sides of her body, revealing a large booty that had Seth swallowing once more and having to hold himself back from burying his face between her wonderful ass cheeks.

"Can you bet your life on a contract that this isn't my natural appearance?" Minuha said, releasing her qi as a familiar dreadful piece of paper appeared in her hand.

"Sign it, whichever one of us is wrong dies".