Chapter 191: Davian Falucci
Inside the main bedroom, the room’s condition is surprisingly clean and neat, without a single stain. This starkly contrasts with the rest of the mansion, which resembles a sinking ship, with broken furniture scattered everywhere. However, there are strange liquid stains in several parts of the room, and an odd smell lingers in the air. A few naked women lie scattered around the room, appearing unconscious, though their halted breaths show they have been dead for some time.
In the middle of the room, there is a large bed, spacious enough for five people to sleep on. The sheets are damp with strange liquid stains scattered here and there. On top of the bed lie several figures—six naked women and a naked man. All of the women appear to be dead, except for one who stares blankly at the ceiling with unmoving, lifeless eyes. The man, sitting cross-legged as if in cultivation, has a handsome, serene face, the kind that would soothe anyone’s heart with its calm expression.
His body is well-proportioned, with no excess fat, and his "little brother," his prized asset, has a size that would make him hold his head high in pride. At this moment, he is circulating energy according to his cultivation technique. Not long ago, he had "enjoyed" these women to fuel his cultivation. Unfortunately for them, they couldn’t endure his stamina, and his cultivation technique, which absorbs energy from the opposite sex, left the women exhausted and ultimately led to their deaths.
"Aish, just as I thought, these women can’t satisfy me, and they’ve done nothing to increase my cultivation—they’re too weak! I’ll have to look to a bigger city; they must have stronger women there," the man thought to himself. He then opened his eyes and looked at the last woman still breathing, the one with the deadpan gaze.
"Ah, as expected from the wife of the town lord, she is incredible. Even if she couldn’t increase my cultivation, she’s still the finest woman in this town," he mused to himself. He then moved his body over hers, positioning his ’little brother’ toward her pleasure hole, which still leaked fluid.
"Well, I’ll devour every last bit of your worth, so let’s continue," he said softly. Just as he was about to enter, he suddenly sensed something and looked toward the sofa at the edge of the room. To his shock, he saw that someone was already there—a handsome young man with black hair.
"You know, after seeing all this, I have to reconsider what I should do with you. What kind of torture would suit you best, Davian Falucci, successor of the Lust Devil?" the young man said.
After teleporting into the room, Aldrian was greeted by a strange smell that stirred his sexual desire. Recognizing it immediately as a type of aphrodisiac, he dispelled its effects with his energy circulation. He then turned his gaze to Davian Falucci, the successor of the Lust Devil. With his stealth technique and being within his own domain, Aldrian’s presence was undetectable, even to a peak emperor.
Before attacking the mansion, he had already established his domain, ensuring its range extended to the mansion. Now, his domain covered the entire building. He was thoroughly disgusted by the scene before him; he knew that devils who cultivated the energy of lust would have an intensified desire for all things. Living beings can lust for many things—power, women, men, and more—but the most prominent and widely known is the lust for sexual gratification.