Chapter 92: Yanderes Vs Serpent
The Swallowing Phyton bowed its head slightly. A faint, dark mist began to seep from its scales, curling upward like smoke. The mist thickened, swirling around its form, obscuring it from view.
For a moment, there was nothing but darkness.
Then the mist began to dissipate, revealing a figure kneeling on the ground.
"DARLING!"
At this exact moment, the Swallowing Phyton transformed, it was when Seraphina and Lilith opened the door and entered.
Simultaneously, the wives and their husband turned to gaze at the transformed Phyton.
She was striking, impossibly so. Her hair was the color of obsidian, flowing down her back like liquid shadow, cascading past her shoulders in silken waves. Her skin was pale, smooth, flawless, carrying an almost ethereal glow. Her eyes were molten gold, gleaming with ancient intelligence and quiet devotion.
Her figure was full and curvaceous, her robes hugging her form in ways that were impossible to ignore. Her bust was generous, rivaling even Seraphina’s, her silhouette elegant yet undeniably alluring. She moved with fluid grace, every gesture carrying the silent, predatory elegance of a serpent.
She lifted her head, her golden eyes meeting Lucien’s.
"Master," she said, her voice soft and melodic.
The room fell silent. Seraphina’s eye twitched. Lilith’s lips pressed into a thin line. Lucien blinked, his mind momentarily blank.
He looked at the woman before him, then at his wives, then back at the woman.
’Ah damn, I have been played.’
Which kind of ill-luck did he have? It was the exact moment the Phyton transformed that his wives entered through the door. It didn’t even give him a chance to withdraw the Phyton back.
And that was the least of his problems now.
The problem was that why was the Phyton this curvy, even more than Seraphina, when it wasn’t a succubus? It was a snake, for heaven’s sake. And its beauty was off the charts, with a seductive body and jingling breasts.
This was clearly asking for trouble when he had Yandere wives whose obsessiveness had reached insanity.
"Ahem, I guess I should introduce you guys..." Lucien started, scratching his head.
But he couldn’t finish as his target audience had moved.
Seraphina moved first. A wave of golden flames erupted from her body, surging toward Alexia like a tidal wave of molten fire. The heat was so intense that the walls began to crack, the wooden floor charring instantly. The furniture caught fire, and the ceiling above them splintered from the sheer force of the attack.
Lilith was faster. Shadows coiled around Alexia like living chains, tightening with crushing force, aiming to snap the snake’s neck before Seraphina’s flames could reach her.
But Alexia didn’t see wives protecting their husband. She didn’t see jealousy or obsession.
She saw two attackers lunging at her Master.
Her eyes flickered, and something ancient stirred within them.
The moment the flames and shadows converged on her, Alexia moved. Not to dodge. Not to flee.
She attacked.
Her body shifted, scales rippling across her skin as she twisted, her form becoming fluid and serpentine. The flames passed through where she had been, colliding with the wall behind her and reducing it to ash. The shadows snapped together, grasping nothing but air.
Alexia reappeared in front of Seraphina, her hand transformed into a clawed talon, aimed at the woman’s throat. Her golden eyes burned with cold, primal fury.
"You dare threaten my Master?" Her voice was no longer soft. It was sharp, ancient, dangerous.
She swung.
But Seraphina was ready. A wall of golden flames erupted between them, catching Alexia’s claw mid-strike. The impact sent shockwaves rippling outward, cracking the walls and shattering the windows. The two forces clashed, flame against scale, neither giving ground.
Lilith moved, shadows lashing out like whips, aiming to bind the snake. Alexia twisted, her body contorting in ways that defied human anatomy. She deflected the shadows with a swipe of her claw, her movements fluid and precise.
For a moment, the three of them stood locked in a stalemate. Seraphina’s flames roared against Alexia’s scales. Lilith’s shadows coiled, waiting for an opening. Alexia stood between them, her golden eyes cold and unwavering.
The building groaned around them. The walls were crumbling. The ceiling was caving in.
"Who are you?" Seraphina asked, her gaze burning with intense possessiveness.
Someone this strong and this beautiful was kneeling before her darling. This was danger. It wasn’t only her, Lilith also sensed this.
"I am Master’s servant. I belong to him in body, soul, and spirit. I am forever Master’s," Alexia said with seriousness. It was as if she was ready to die instantly for Lucien without any regrets.
The entire room fell silent.
Lucien blinked. Who taught this snake how to say such words?
He was almost crying. This was sounding more like a confession.
What Lucien didn’t know was that his bloodline was so powerful that it made the Swallowing Snake absolutely devoted towards him.
He sensed two gazes on him. They were burning with intense jealousy and possessiveness. He knew the owners of these gazes, making him almost cry at this ill-fate.
’I am doomed.’
With the way things were going, he wouldn’t be allowed to touch or even see women again.
"Lilith, it seems after this we have to take measures to protect our darling from evil hands," Seraphina said righteously.
Lucien coughed out. Who were they deceiving? Which evil hands? They wanted to keep him safe from other women. And alas, he had just told them that he wasn’t anyone’s trophy.
Seraphina and Lilith glanced at each other, having tactical responses wanting to take things to the next level.
And Lucien who noticed this knew he couldn’t let them continue.
"ENOUGH!"
His angry voice reverberated in the room, shocking the three of them as they glanced at him.
Alexia’s figure disappeared as she appeared in front of Lucien, kneeling down.
"Master, what’s your next command? Should I kill them both?" Her gaze gleamed with killing intent.
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