From Slave to King: My Rebate System Built Me a Kingdom With Beauties! Chapter 209: A Deal With The Devil! [FIXED!]

Byung knew he had to find a way for this woman to have her way with him because he wasn’t in a position of power. Direct confrontation was impossible with his body bound and numb, his armor stripped away, and a mind-reading dark elf holding a knife to his chest. He needed to change the dynamic, shift her focus, make himself valuable alive rather than dead.

The woman dug the knife into his chest slowly, the blade piercing skin with deliberate precision. The fact she had numbed his entire body ant he didn’t feel the pain, but he could see the blood welling up around the black crystal edge, could see her eyes watching his face for any reaction.

She was staring right into his eyes with predatory intensity, leaning forward to get a better angle for the dissection she was planning. Her enormous breasts were about to slip from her crop top as gravity pulled at the strained fabric, the garnt barely containing her voluptuous form. Byung could see it clearly—one more inch forward and the thin material would fail completely.

He knew he had to draw her attention away from dissecting him, had to give her a reason to pause and reconsider. His mind raced through possibilities, discarding options that wouldn’t work on soone who could read his thoughts.

Then it hit him—the one piece of information that would make him more valuable alive than dead.

Byung took a deep breath and sighed out loud, forcing his voice to sound weary and resigned rather than desperate. "Just get it over with already," he said, eting her eyes with what he hoped looked like acceptance rather than fear. "I’ll only co back to life anyway." Byung said this and thankfully, this information added up which ant the mind-reading elf confird this information.

The elf stopped right away, her knife freezing mid-cut. Her eyes widened slightly with genuine surprise. "What did you an by that?" she demanded, her voice sharp with sudden interest.

Byung decided to keep his mouth shut now, letting silence be his answer. He’d given her just enough to make her curious, to make her want more information. And more importantly, he now had leverage—sothing she wanted that she couldn’t simply take by force.

Information she couldn’t read from his mind if he actively kept himself from thinking about the specifics.

The elf withdrew her knife slowly, pulling the black crystal blade from his chest and leaving a shallow wound that bled sluggishly. She inspected him more carefully now, her eyes traveling across his bound form with new perspective, reassessing what she’d initially dismissed as just another prisoner.

"You’re bigger than the average goblin," she murmured, more to herself than to him. "I noticed that imdiately but assud it was natural variation. But if you can resurrect..." She leaned closer, and Byung saw her nostrils flare as she inhaled deeply. "I can sll the energy oozing off you. Unique. Powerful. Concentrated."

She thought initially it had been the armor he’d been wearing—the dwarven-crafted plates that had protected him from the three-headed dog. But she understood now, with this new context, that the energy source was him.

The elf’s gaze traveled downward, and she saw his throbbing erection standing prominently despite—or perhaps because of—the dangerous situation. Her eyes lingered there for a long mont, her expression shifting from analytical to sothing more complicated. The elf was fascinated by this not because of how big it was but because it was a goblin who possessed such a tool.

How was he hard in this situation? The question was visible on her face. But she couldn’t entirely bla him, she realized. She had forgotten the effect she had on n since it had been so long since she’d been around one. Centuries of isolation had made her forget how male bodies responded to her corrupted beauty, to the dark energy that radiated from her transford form.

Byung saw she was looking a little too long at his cock, saw the shift in her expression from pure predator to sothing that included desire alongside the hunger for power. He instantly knew this was his chance to persuade her, to redirect her intentions from dissection to sothing that would benefit them both.

And the truth was, he did want to have sex with her—not just as a survival chanism, but because it represented an opportunity his evolution system desperately needed. It was a way to gain access to her magic, to absorb abilities from a dark elf that no other goblin in history had likely encountered. He needed it, needed whatever power she could provide through intimate contact.

His system had proven this pattern already—with Maui he’d gained enhanced combat abilities and strength, with Lira he’d gained other advantages he was still cataloging. An elf, especially a corrupted dark elf with centuries of accumulated power, would provide magical capabilities that could transform his evolution entirely.

"You want to know how the resurrection works," Byung said carefully, keeping his thoughts surface-level and vague. "But that information has value. I’m not going to give it freely."

Velara’s eyes snapped back to his face, amusent and irritation mixing in her expression. "You think you’re in a position to negotiate?"

"I think," Byung replied, "that you’re curious enough not to kill until you understand what I am. And I think—" he glanced aningfully downward, then back to her eyes, "—that you’ve been alone here for centuries. That has to be... frustrating."

Velara’s smile turned predatory again, but with a different flavor now. "You’re suggesting we make a deal? Your body in exchange for your life?"

"I’m suggesting," Byung said carefully, "that we both have sothing the other wants. You want information about my abilities. I want—" he paused, choosing his words, "—to survive this encounter. And maybe gain sothing from it beyond just survival."

He was gambling that she wouldn’t dig too deep into his thoughts, that she’d accept the surface-level desire he was projecting rather than examining his strategic motivations. The fact that he genuinely did find her attractive despite the danger helped—that desire was real enough to serve as camouflage for the deeper evolutionary imperatives driving him.

Velara studied him for a long mont, her knife still in hand but no longer threatening. Her other hand moved almost unconsciously toward his erection, hovering just above it without quite touching.

"You’re very bold for soone tied up and bleeding," she observed. "Most prisoners would be begging for rcy, not propositioning their captor."

"Most prisoners," Byung replied, "aren’t the goblin king. And most captors aren’t dark elves who’ve been alone for centuries."

Velara laughed then, a sound that carried genuine amusent mixed with sothing darker. "You’re either very brave or very stupid. I haven’t decided which yet."

"Maybe both," Byung admitted. "But I’m also right. You’re curious about , about what I am and why I was sent here. You want answers. And—" he held her gaze steadily, "—you want sothing else too. Sothing you haven’t had in a very long ti."

Her hand finally made contact, fingers wrapping around his cock with confident familiarity. Byung felt the touch acutely—the one area of his body that retained full sensation responding imdiately to her grip.

"If I do this," Velara said slowly, her voice dropping to sothing almost intimate despite the insanity of their situation, "if I let you live and give you what you’re clearly asking for—you will tell everything. About your resurrection ability, about why you’re really here. But more importantly, you will have to take with you."

"Agreed," Byung said without hesitation. It was a deal he could live with—literally. And if things went according to his hopes, the intimate contact would give him access to her magical abilities through his evolution system, evening the playing field considerably.

Velara’s smile widened, showing teeth that seed slightly too sharp. "Then let’s see if you’re as interesting as you claim to be, little goblin king."

She began stroking him slowly, experintally, her movents practiced despite the centuries since she’d last touched a man this way. The magical bindings around his wrists and ankles loosened slightly—not enough to free him, but enough to allow so movent.

"But know this," Velara added, her voice carrying warning alongside desire. "If you’re lying to , if you’re trying to trick —" the knife in her other hand pressed against his throat, "—I will make you regret it for however many lifetis your resurrection allows."

"Understood," Byung managed, his body responding to her touch despite the very real threat. "No tricks. Just—" he paused, "—mutual satisfaction."

Velara laughed again, darker this ti, and Byung wondered if he’d just made a deal with sothing far more dangerous than simple death would have been.

But he was alive. He had a chance. And if his evolution system worked the way he hoped, he might just gain enough power from this encounter to actually escape this cursed prison.

All he had to do was survive whatever ca next but first things first, he was going to blow this dark elf’s back out.