Netori Initiation: Emotional Damage! (R-18)

Arian's apology had no impact on Mithras' rage. No, it made it worse. 

So, the grown man had caused his sister to get kidnapped by the Angra Theocracy's Grand Priestess and sliced him to death…all because he was jealous? Was that supposed to make him feel better? 

Maybe hoping for some level of maturity from an overly pampered 18-year-old young noble was too much to ask. But did it have to reach the point that basic human decency had left the chat? 

'Bloody hell. Why is your type of scum allowed to keep breathing? You're the kind of scumbag that makes an honest man want to turn into a devil.' The longer he listened to Arian, the more disgusted Mithras felt.

Thankfully, the Wisdom of the Slithering Emperor helped him maintain his composure, or Mithras would have smashed the Astalon young noble's skull into a mess of blood and bone debris. 

Channeling the full depth of his self-control and willpower, Mithras pulled a deep breath, restraining his murderous urges. Death was too sweet for this kind of stupid. A dastardly thought crossed Mithras' mind, and his lips curled up.

Meanwhile, Arian kept banging his face onto the ground, occasionally kissing Mithras' boots even as his tears flowed out. The sight of her son in such a sorry state put daggers in Cassandra's motherly heart. But then, she remembered that Arian was the root cause of this disaster--the reason she'd lost control of the situation. And more concerned with Mithras' next move, the Astalon matriarch ignored her sorry son, focusing on the Human Aphrodisiac.

"Raise your head," Mithras ordered, and with a slow, trembling motion, Arian raised his head, making eye contact with the Human Aphrodisiac. The same pair of slit, violet eyes appeared once more, confronting Arian, and forcing him to take the full measure of his inferiority. 

Infinite terror filled the Astalon young noble, and at last, he realized that, as long as he maintained eye contact with Mithras, he couldn't use over 20% of his body's strength! No wonder he couldn't scratch Mithras with his strongest move! Not only did the Human Aphrodisiac hide an extraordinary Inner Flame, but his eyes also reduced the might of his opponent's physical abilities!

This could only mean one thing: Mithras carried...the blood of a dragon lord! 

Only the members of the mythical Balmarian aristocracy--the lords of the dragon race--could cripple the physical abilities of those they stared at.

He wasn't the only one to reach that conclusion. Upon seeing Mithras' new pair of slit, violet eyes, Cassandra had the same suspicion--a suspicion that she hoped would never be proven right.

"Put this on, and everything will be forgiven," Mithras said, and tapped his spatial ring, summoning the Green Emperor Seal, and extending it at Arian.

Till now, Cassandra didn't allow Mithras to keep treasures for himself, so the Astalon matriarch wondered where Mithras was pulling a spatial ring from. After all, in the Purple Dawn Continent, those were priceless commodities that only the elite of powerful families and factions could afford. 

With his life on the line, Arian didn't have the luxury to waste time on complex thoughts. And though he suspected that the green ring Mithras was extending at him carried hidden dangers, the Astalon young noble nodded, taking the ring from Mithras' hands and putting it on his left ring finger. 

"Good. I'm feeling a lot better. So out of consideration for our years of friendship, my dear mini-boss, I'm going to teach you a lesson on how to please a woman. Look carefully my man. You don't have to thank me," Mithras said, then turned 180, facing Cassandra. As a woman, once pressured by Mithras' Human Aphrodisiac pheromones, Cassandra quivered, her loins stirring with desire and anticipation. 

The youth stepped forward, and with a disarming smile, ambled at Cassandra. Feeling captivated and pressured at the same time, Cassandra floundered, allowing herself to get drawn into Mithras' irresistible eyes. 

The Human Aphrodisiac's lips curled up, and stopping right at Cassandra's face, Mithras grabbed her by the waist, massaging the Astalon matriarch's magnificent ass while pressing his lips on her neck. 

"Mhm…Mithras…you can't...not here!" At first, Cassandra wanted to protest. But barely had Mithras' hands landed on her ass that her skin flushed, her cheeks blushing as her body gasped for more. The Human Aphrodisiac's lips on her neck were the icing on the cake—causing Cassandra to momentarily forget about Arian's existence. 

"What am I saying…of course you can!" Her eyes glazing with lust, Cassandra rubbed her hands on Mithras' back, welcoming his bold initiative. Without hesitation, Mithras hiked up Cassandra's skirt, slipping his hands into her panties, and groping her ass at will. At the same time, his tongue flicked up and down, trailing her neckline, and causing moans of pleasure to flow out of her tongue. 

"Mhm…anh…anh!" Feeling Mithras' hands inside her panties and spreading her ass cheeks, Cassandra moaned at will. The Elastic Beads inside her ass didn't help, multiplying her sensitivity tenfold, and combining with Mithras' Human Aphrodisiac pheromones to make it impossible for Cassandra to focus on anything besides her pleasure. 

Meanwhile, Arian went livid, his eyes stretching and trembling as what remained of his shattered teeth clacked continuously. 

"No…please no," Arian begged the pair, but lost in the pleasure of Mithras' caresses, the Astalon matriarch didn't take note. 

"Mithras…don't do this to me! Mom…what are you doing? Before your own son?! Fuck!" Again, Arian begged—this time more directly—but again, he was ignored. Mithras' fingers sneaked up on Cassandra's cunt, stroking the outer walls and moving towards the clit while the Human Aphrodisiac's professional lips lowered on the matriarch's tits. 

Without hesitation, Cassandra lowered the straps of her dress, enabling Mithras to flick his tongue over her nipples and suck her tits at the source. "Mhm…ohh! Yes, Mithras…suck on mom's tits—ohhh!" Alas, the combination between the Elastic Beads of Paradise and Mithras' talent was too much to bear. 

Barely had Mithras started sucking on Cassandra's delicious udders that the Astalon matriarch's legs shook violently, her eyes rolling back as her jaw dropped and her tongue stuck out. Mithras let go of the milk udders, now sucking on Cassandra's tongue while pushing and rotating his fingers inside her cunt.

"Mhm…mhm!" Cassandra moaned in bliss. Never in his life had Arian witnessed such an obscene scene, and at a loss, the young noble just stood there, sweating like a pig. 

At that time, the Green Emperor Seal activated, and Arian's average shaft shrank to a micropenis that turned erect and peaked at an impressive 3 cm. 

"What…what is happening to me?!" A stampede of confusion ran through Arian's mind. His eyes turned red, and he banged his head on the floor, hoping to wake himself up from a nightmare. But not only did he not wake up, but the Green Emperor Seal forced him to raise his head and keep staring at the delicious scene. 

Caressed to cloud nine, Cassandra shook and shook. Her knees buckled, and unable to stand any longer, the matriarch lost balance, dropping to her knees. 

Here, Mithras whipped out his bulging rod, presenting it to Cassandra's cock-sucking lips. Once more, pink hearts flashed in Cassandra's eyes, and she opened wide, putting the base of Mithras' cock on her extended tongue to lick the underside, and slurp on the gland. 

"No…nonono—NO! You can't! YOU CAN'T! STOP! STOP THIS AT ONCE!" Unable to accept the events taking place before him, Arian convulsed on the ground, but with no strength left and crippling injuries, aside from screaming, there was nothing he could do. 

Nothing... besides watching mommy dearest become Mithras' hussy.