179 BOW TO THE GOD OF LUST
Sakema seized on the opening, her tone shifting. "Yes, release me. I have no quarrel with you. There's no need for us to be enemies."
Yun-Yun's smirk deepened. With a casual wave of her hand, she propelled Sakema backward. The Rose Demon's body slammed into the jade throne, her form sinking into its surface.
Only her head remained visible, jutting out as she thrashed futilely.
"What is this?" Leo asked, watching the scene unfold.
"Remember you wanted Cakra Cores to power your dungeon?" Yun-Yun said, gesturing toward Sakema. "Here you go, we have one now at the peak of Svad."
"You're using her Cakra Core to fuel the dungeon? I was thinking about magic creatures and those kinds," Leo asked, his tone incredulous.
Yun-Yun nodded. "Yes. With each core we capture, the dungeon's magic grows stronger. Soon, it'll be limitless."
"What is this ridiculous throne?" Sakema screamed, her voice reverberating through the chamber.
Leo turned to Yun-Yun, arching a brow. "Are you really going to let her keep ranting like that?"
Yun-Yun shrugged, her expression serene. "She can keep me company when you're not around. It gets quiet here while I recuperate." She cast a glance at Sakema. "If she gets too noisy, I'll put her to sleep."
Yun-Yun was the main architect of the dungeon's redecoration, and she practically built the jade throne from scratch. Everything in this realm responds to Leo as well as to her.
Leo chuckled, a hint of approval in his voice. "Great solution."
Suddenly, to Leo and Yun-Yun's surprise, more heads began to emerge from the jade throne, their faces framed with rose petals and spectral light.
These were the Roses—the women who had been sacrificed to the Rose Demon, now freed from Sakema's control.
"What's happening?" Leo demanded, his gaze darting between the throne and Yun-Yun.
"These Roses weren't truly destroyed when Sakema sacrificed them," Yun-Yun explained calmly. "They've been trapped within her body all this time. Now that she's bound to the throne, they're being released."
Leo frowned, his expression darkening as he surveyed the hauntingly beautiful faces encircling the throne. "Damn it. How am I supposed to sit on the throne with all these heads staring at me?"
"Try it," Yun-Yun said, her tone both playful and serious.
With a resigned sigh, Leo stepped forward and sat on the throne, his back straight, his posture wary. As soon as he settled, one of the Roses—half of her spectral body now free—lunged toward him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
"Master, kiss me," she whispered, her voice soft yet compelling.
"What is this?" he asked, turning to Yun-Yun.
Yun-Yun leaned against the throne, her arms crossed, a small smile playing on her lips. "Enjoy them. They're yours now. Your Roses. You can claim their bodies too without sacrificing their lives. Their lives are already bound to your throne."
The other spectral figures began to stir, their eyes filled with a strange, submissive glow.
"Yes, please take us", the Roses offered their kisses, touches and their bodies.
One by one, they moved toward Leo, their forms becoming more tangible. Clothes fell away, ethereal hands reached out, and their lips, hands and supple breasts sought him with an unrelenting fervor.
Leo felt their touch, warm and surreal, like petals brushing against his skin. "I don't understand," he muttered, his voice strained. "Why are they so...?"
Yun-Yun's gaze was steady. "It's their fate. As sacrifices, they were bound to serve. This is the best possible outcome for them. Outside in the real world they would live and then be sacrificed to demons and reborn again in an unending loop of painful fate."
She paused before continuing, "Here they are bound to you body and soul, released from the whims of fate. They are your concubines, your harem for eternity."
Around them, the room pulsed with magic, a reflection of Leo's growing power of sin. His body swam and merged in bodies of forbidden pleasures on his forbidden throne.
His Lust counters surged rapidly, glowing like embers in the dim chamber.
Yun-Yun moved closer, her eyes glinting with mischief as she leaned in toward him.
"Your power grows with their devotion," she murmured, her lips brushing against his cheek before they kissed.
From the side of the room, Sakema let out a guttural scream, her voice trembling with rage and despair. "No! You can't do this to me!"
Yun-Yun glanced toward the bound Rose Demon, then back at Leo. "Should I put her to sleep?"
Leo's lips curved into a cold smile as he looked at Sakema, her furious gaze locked on him. "No. Let her watch and envy."
Suddenly, Leo's body began to glow with a radiant golden aura, pulsating with power. The energy from the jade throne, brimming with the sacrifices it had absorbed, flowed directly into him, fueling his advancement.
Yun-Yun's eyes widened, a mixture of awe and curiosity in her gaze. "Did you just break through again?" she asked, stepping closer.
Leo smirked, his voice steady and confident. "Yes. Tier 5 Svad."
From her restraints, Sakema sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "Pathetic."
Leo's expression darkened as he strode toward her, his movements deliberate. Without warning, he grabbed her by the shoulders, his grip firm.
"Shut up," he growled.
Before Sakema could retort, Leo leaned in, grabbing her chest forcefully before kissing her fiercely. The act wasn't tender—it was an assertion of dominance, silencing her rebellion in an instant.
"Bow to the God of Lust."
Sakema's cheeks flushed with anger and humiliation, her voice caught in her throat as the golden glow around Leo seemed to intensify.
Yun-Yun chuckled softly, her smile curling with amusement. "You really are becoming a demon god," she said, her tone carrying both approval and a hint of mischief.
Yun-Yun had once feared that Leo would succumb to the corrupting influence of his growing power. She had seen it happen to others—men and women who started with noble intentions, only to be consumed by the very strength they sought to wield.
But over time, she had come to understand that power, in itself, was neither good nor evil. It was a tool, a force of nature, and its impact depended entirely on the hands that wielded it.