Chapter 1233: You Can’t
"I hope you’re not asking what I think you’re asking," the Duchess eventually said after regaining her bearings, her expression even becoming somewhat cold. "I am far more powerful than Ebison, and your tricks won’t work on me."
Sylas hardly reacted to this. "You aren’t very good at listening, are you? I am not interested in you."
There was a flicker of something in the Duchess’ eyes, but her next words seemed to only prove Sylas correct. She wasn’t very good at listening.
"Maybe if you succeed this time, you’ll grow powerful enough to be my man. But I have no intention of allowing someone so much weaker than me to bed me, no matter how much potential you have. I would be dry to the point it would be uncomfortable for the both of us."
Sylas continued to stare at her. What was it with him and women who weren’t the best at listening?
"Are you under the impression that I couldn’t take what I want?"
The Duchess sneered, removing her hood and showing off that lovely face as though to provoke him.
"Do you think your Incubus Lineage is anything before a Sanguara? The moment I sense blood rushing to a place it shouldn’t, I would invert it inside out."
"My blood rushing to places it shouldn’t isn’t the blood you should be worried about," Sylas replied calmly.
The Duchess didn’t know what to say for a moment. She had never bantered with people like this before. No one ever dared to speak to her like this in the first place.
There were only five Sanguara in this world, stuck in a perpetual loop. Honestly, their sense of time, the future, and even the past felt so warped that it was hard to tell how long they had been here or if their lives truly followed normal progression at all.