Chapter 428 - 427- A S-Sex Demon?!
Viktor’s mouth twitched. He didn’t say a word, but he watched the exchange with mild amusement. They literally brought a massive wild boar—a beast Viktor himself had effortlessly snapped the neck of and helped them hunt while they were on the way here, since the bandit women had been too distracted and exhausted to hunt properly.
Before the crowd could panic at the sight of strangers, Lira raised her hands. "Listen up! These two are guests. Not hostages. Treat them with respect."
As they walked further into the camp, every child, adult, and elder turned their gaze toward the newcomers. But they didn’t look at Viktor. They looked at Gwen.
"An elf..." a little girl whispered, her eyes shining with absolute awe. "A real elf!"
Gwen blinked, completely taken aback by the innocent adoration. The harsh, battle-ready archer softened. A gentle, breathtaking smile bloomed on her face, and she crouched down, allowing the children to approach, merging seamlessly into the crowd of people, her silver hair shimmering in the firelight.
Viktor stood back, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He looked around the camp, taking in the patched clothes, the shared meals, the undeniable sense of community. And there, looking toward Lira as she gently ruffled a toddler’s hair, Viktor realized the truth.
She wasn’t building an army. She was actually saving people who had been abandoned by the surrounding villages, cast out by the greedy nobles. She was taking the broken and the starving, making them live here in a supposedly dangerous bandit den to protect them.
He tilted his head, a genuine, warm smile curving his lips.
"So, you are kind," Viktor said softly, his voice carrying over the chatter.
Lira stiffened. Her face turned bright red, a completely different blush from the arousal earlier. It was pure, unfiltered embarrassment. She glared at him, clearing her throat loudly. "Shut up! If you don’t want to get yourself killed, keep your mouth shut, bastard!"
But Viktor now understood. This bandit group was not evil. They were survivors. He chuckled, turning around to inspect one of the wooden watchtowers.
Then, it happened.
Suddenly, he felt a sharp, distinct pull.
His eyes widened to the size of saucers, his breath hitching in his throat. He spun around instinctively, his voice cracking out a sharp command. "Sit!"
He looked down.
Lira was standing right behind him, her hand extended. She was holding his tail.
Actually, her fingers were tightly wrapped right around the spade-shaped tip of his incubus tail, gripping it with the firm, unyielding hold of a warrior.
For Viktor, the sensation was catastrophic. The nerve endings in his tail were incredibly dense, hyper-sensitive to touch. The moment her warm, calloused fingers closed around the spade, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot straight up his spine and exploded in his groin.
It was, literally, exactly like feeling his cock getting gripped.
A sharp, ragged gasp tore from his lips, his knees locking as the massive bulge in his pants pulsed violently.
Lira didn’t notice his reaction immediately. She was staring at the black, sinuous appendage in her hand, her hazel eyes impossibly wide. She traced the smooth, leathery texture of it, her mind finally connecting the dots.
"So it’s real," she whispered, her voice carrying in the sudden quiet of the camp. She looked up slowly, meeting Viktor’s dark eyes. "Are you... a human, or a demon?"
The moment her word resonated, the air in the camp vanished.
Shock fell down heavily throughout the place. The wholesome atmosphere shattered like glass. The older men and women stumbled back, eyes wide with terror.
"What?"
"A demon?"
"He’s a demon?!"
Swords were drawn. The metallic shing of cheap iron filled the clearing. The women bandits who had escorted them instinctively reached for their weapons, though their hands trembled.
Gwen, who had been laughing with the children, shot up. She was herself shocked, her hands flying up to clasp her face, covering her mouth in sheer horror. "Wait, Viktor—!" she yelled, her heart pounding against her ribs as if he was about to be surrounded and executed right here in the dirt.
But Viktor?
Viktor simply sighed.
He looked at the trembling swords, the terrified villagers, and the shocked bandit captain. He knew, with absolute certainty, that none of the people here were a threat to him.
They were like spear-holders of some ancient, forgotten dynasty, while he was a walking, fully-loaded military tank. If he wanted to, he could flatten the entire camp in three seconds.
So, completely unbothered, he simply raised a hand, ruffling his dark hair lazily, his eyes half-lidded and uncaring.
"Yeah," Viktor said, his voice a calm, deep baritone that echoed over the panicked whispers. "I am a sex demon."
He looked directly at Lira, who was still frozen, her hand firmly gripping the sensitive tip of his tail.
"And Lira," he continued, a wicked, teasing smirk spreading across his face, "you are currently holding my second dick."
Silence. Absolute, deafening silence.
Suddenly, Lira flushed. It wasn’t just a blush; it was as if literal smoke was coming out of her face, her entire complexion turning the color of a bruised plum.
She looked slowly down towards her hand. Towards the spade at the end of the black tail. Towards the way it twitched warmly against her palm.
Her hand began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Y-you... it’s a... a..." Her dialogue started to break, her brain completely short-circuiting as the sheer obscenity of his words hit her.
The memory of his actual cock spraying her face, combined with the realization that she was basically fondling his secondary genitals in front of her entire village, was too much.
Her eyes rolled back into her head.
"Dick..." she whimpered, "dick... feel..."
Her knees buckled, and Lira completely lost consciousness, collapsing backward onto the dirt with a soft thud.
"Captain!" The other bandit women shrieked, rushing forward to help her, dropping their weapons entirely in their panic.
Viktor stood there, his tail slipping free from her loosened grip, snapping back to coil around his waist.
He sighed heavily, looking down at the unconscious woman surrounded by her panicked crew. He shook his head, a bemused expression on his face.
"I mean, really," Viktor said loudly, projecting his voice over the chaos. "If you lost consciousness just by holding my dick—I mean, tail—what would you do if you really held my cock?"
For a second, the camp was dead silent. The absurdity of the situation hung heavily in the air.
And then, someone snorted.
One of the older bandits burst into laughter. Then another.
Within seconds, the entire tension in the camp shattered, and everyone burst into roaring laughter, creating a joyful, chaotic moment around everyone.
The women and men had covered the ears of the children long ago the moment the word ’demon’ was dropped.
The kids didn’t hear a single dirty word, but seeing their elders laughing so hard they were crying, the children just smiled and laughed along with them, completely oblivious to the fact that a literal sex demon had just defeated their fearsome captain with nothing but a dirty joke.
"Hahaha!"
"W-wait— Help Leader!"
"Is he really that kind of demon!?"