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The pressure within Damien was a supernova contained only by skin and will. The shadows at his feet writhed, a silent, chaotic echo of the fury demanding release. His muscles coiled, a fraction of a second from launching him into a storm of violence that would paint the gilded hall in red.
Then, a different kind of heat pressed against him.
A body, soft and lush, threw itself onto his lap with practiced grace. The full, heavy weight of generous breasts crushed against his chest, and a firm, scantily-clad thigh planted itself across his own. Through the fabric of his pants, he felt the damp, heated silk of her panties, and the unmistakable, slick evidence of her arousal as she deliberately ground against him.
"DARLING... I missed you..." a sultry, playful voice purred directly into his ear.
Her face ca into view, inches from his. purple eyes, sharp with intelligence beneath a veil of performative lust, locked onto his. Recognition was instant. Aisha Belka. The Ishtar Familia Amazon. Understanding flashed between them—a silent, urgent communication. He forced his raging tension to still, allowing the charade.
She glanced past him at the two noblewon, offering a tipsy, possessive wave before leaning in. Her tongue traced a hot, wet line up the side of his neck, followed by a searing kiss just below his jaw. Her whisper was a ghost of sound against his skin. "Sorry... I have to do this... But I couldn't let you get yourself killed..."
The intimate assault, so at odds with the murder in his heart, created a bizarre, disorienting calm. The violent energy receded, banked for a mont. Damien turned his head, his voice adopting a rough, possessive edge for the benefit of his neighbors. "Move a bit to the right over there... I need my girl to sit sowhere... After we're done..."
He then shifted his gaze to the flamboyant man on his left, his expression twisting with contempt. "You too...move... You just disgust ."
Insulted but unwilling to challenge a man who seed as depraved as they were, the group shuffled away, leaving two empty seats. Aisha, however, remained fused to him. She increased the rhythm of her hips, a slow, sensual roll that drew a loud, theatrical moan from her lips. Damien understood the performance they had to appear as morally bankrupt as the rest of the audience. His pants were already soaked with the evidence of her very real, uninhibited wetness.
"Aisha Belka... What are you doing?" Damien murmured, his voice low.
Aisha moaned again, but then her body stiffened slightly, a flicker of self-awareness crossing her features. She cupped his face, her breath hot. "Sorry... Couldn't help it... You're just... Ughh... Sexy as fuck."
"Can you sit down now?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"No," she breathed, shifting her position. She turned, settling more fully onto his lap, her back to his chest. Guiding his arms, she wrapped them around her waist, pressing his palms against the firm curve of her stomach. "Can... you... I don't know... Grope my breasts or sothing? Make it seem like we're freaks..."
Annoyance flared. "What? Why? What do you even want?"
"Look, you idiot," she hissed, the playful tone vanishing into one of urgent seriousness. She arched her back. "I don't know if you realize this, but you have been leaking killing intent all over this room. You're lucky most of the presenters are level 2s and 1s... But backstage, all the guards are level 3s and 4s. With Phryne, a level 5 and the Captain of Ishtar Familia, standing guard. Had they detected what you were about to do... you would have been ripped to shreds. I know you're here to save Haruhi. So just. Play. Along."
Her words were a bucket of ice water. Damien sighed, the fight leaving him in a rush. He let his left hand rise, cupping the full weight of her breast. Aisha gasped, a genuine shiver running through her as she leaned back into him.
"I know... what you've seen is insane," she whispered, her head lolling against his shoulder as she played her part. "But that's just how Ishtar is. She's a freak... and enjoys it. But an attack like you were planning is suicide. You are no match alone."
The tension in the room, which had spiked with the sale of the cat girl, began to ebb as the next 'item' was announced. Damien rembered the grim advice from Loki and Smoker: 'Don't be a hero.' He forced himself to relax into the chair, into the distracting warmth of the woman in his lap.
"When do they bring Haruhi?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
"After two more items," Aisha murmured, rotating her hips in a slow circle. "She's the closing ceremony. The bidding will be insane... Are you really ready to buy her? Mikoto said you'd do sothing, so I've been watching the stands for this mont... to help you."
"Yes. I am."
"Items..." Damien muttered, the word tasting like ash. "Those were people. Do they feel no sha?"
Aisha's playful facade cracked, revealing profound sorrow. "Don't judge all of us... Please. We don't deserve this." She pressed herself closer, her whisper trembling. "Most of us have been chard by Ishtar. She uses her divine charm to get what she wants. I'm an Amazon, yes. I have a high sexual drive... Even now, all I want is to take you inside . But that doesn't an we're monsters. That's just our nature. Ishtar perverted that. She pretended to give people like us a ho, then used her power to twist it. She forces us to be her monsters."
Her voice grew thick. "Once, she used her powers on and Samira after we tried to help Haruhi... She forced us to perform oral sex on her... for hours. She's a monster, Damien. And she desires you more than anything in the world. Be careful. There is no end to the ssed-up things she will do to get to you."
A cold understanding settled over Damien, tempering his rage with a more focused resolve. "I see... My apologies then. I think I judged you all too rashly. I didn't know."
"Don't worry about it," Aisha said, the sadness returning to her whisper. "We're all used to it. We can't even complain. Her charm compels us to never desire an exit from the Familia. She even added a condition on and Samira... to never help Haruhi again."
She tilted her head, her lips brushing his earlobe. "However... she never ntioned you. So... I can help you."
...
After Aisha managed to clamp down the storm inside him, Damien stayed still.Breathing slow.Shadows simring just beneath the surface.
The auction continued—just as vile, just as degrading as before.Slave after slave pushed onto the stage.Bodies displayed.Souls broken.The crowd roared and drooled with every new "item" unveiled.
Damien's disgust only deepened.
Aisha stayed close, her warmth the only anchor keeping him from tearing the entire building apart.
Then the lights dimd.
The crowd quieted.
And three of Ishtar's children stepped out, pushing a gilded wheeled cage into the center of the theater.
The spotlight struck it—
—and Damien's breath caught.
Inside the cage sat Haruhi.
Kneeling low.Hands folded on her lap.Head bowed.A tiny eastern-style mat beneath her, placed there mockingly to "present" her culture.
Her golden hair glowed under the light.Her tail lay flat against the floor, trembling.
Damien's fingers curled. Hard.
The announcer stepped forward, arms raised, voice booming:
"Ladies and gentlen! Your grand finale has arrived!A Renard of the Far East—rare even in her holand!Acquired at great cost for our most esteed guests!"
The arena erupted with cheers—feral, hungry, eager.Damien's stomach twisted.His killing intent surged like black lightning.
Aisha pressed herself against him instantly, whispering:
"Don't. Damien, don't.Just bid.Please.I'll have to slip away soon, so stay calm until then."
He didn't answer.He just stared at Haruhi's cage, a cold storm building behind his eyes.
The announcer continued:
"Now—as promised—bidding will be permitted!But only for her virginity and one night with her!The goddess desires the Renard herself, but she has graciously agreed to allow a single night… for a price!
We begin at one hundred thousand valis!"
The bids exploded imdiately.
"110,000!"
"120,000!"
"130,000!"
"150,000!"
Voices shrieked from all directions.
The whole arena was practically vibrating with lust.
Damien inhaled—and then exhaled a number that silenced everything.
"Five hundred thousand valis."
A stunned hush fell.Varena and Ophelia whipped their heads toward him, whispering urgently.
"I told you," Varena hissed. "He's here for the Renard…"
Then, from across the theater—soone new.
"600,000."
Damien narrowed his eyes.Aisha clicked her tongue.
"Tch. Persistent bastard."
"Eight hundred thousand," Damien said calmly.
The announcer grinned wide."Oh-ho! A fierce duel indeed!"
Then a booming laugh echoed from the opposite balcony.
"A-HAHAHAHA!Pathetic pocket change!One million valis!"
The bidder stood up proudly—
A disgusting fat aristocrat with greasy hair, rotten teeth, and six nearly naked won rubbing his stomach as if he were so obscene idol.
Aisha's lip curled.
"That's Duke Humbert Varlonne. The 'Swine of Europa.' He sells male slaves to Telskyura. He's filth. Powerful filth."
"It doesn't matter," Damien muttered.
Then he raised his voice:
"Two million valis."
A wave of gasps swept through the audience.
The announcer practically danced."Oooh! Splendid! Magnificent! How will you answer, good sir?"
The Swine burst out laughing again.
"You fool!" he shouted. "I—Lord Humbert Varlonne—do not lose!! FIVE MILLION VALIS!!"
The arena shook with shock.
Aisha's face darkened.Damien exhaled slowly.
"…Looks like I've lost."
"What? Damien—" Aisha began.
He ignored her, voice cold:
"You want to be useful, Aisha? Fine.Find out which room that bastard and Haruhi will be taken to.I'll handle the rest."
Her eyes widened."That room will be heavily guarded. Maybe… maybe we wait for another day—"
"No," Damien said flatly."I will not let that man touch her.So either you find the room…or I tear my way through every guard in this building."
Aisha swallowed hard.
"…Fine. I'll do it."
The announcer raised his hand triumphantly.
"It seems our masked gentleman concedes!SOLD!A night with the Renard goes to the honorable Duke Humbert Varlonne—for five million valis!"
The crowd cheered.
Haruhi bowed deeper in her cage, trembling.
And Damien's shadows…coiled like serpents beneath his skin—waiting.
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