Shihan on my lap

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****SURRDON'S POV****

Curious eyes stared at me.

Some were full of disgust.

Others were plainly wondering why someone like me was covered in blood from my hair to my clothes. They talked amongst themselves, caring not if I heard. They had been waiting for me to walk down that graveled path since the elder called upon me.

These disciples never had anything to do other than gossip and glare. How had such humans convinced themselves that immortality was a better path?

They should have just gone back to their little villages and harvest their crops to live out their miserable little lives like the commoners they were.

I felt the same loathe for them as I had for those bastards from Earth. Nothing much had changed, only that I had been granted a greater chance to change my fate, and body.

My right hand held on to my left in fear of the wound opening up. From my arm, the wolf's bloody broken teeth were sticking out like spikes. This was the only way I could think of so as not to delay the summoning and get into trouble with those damned bastards.

The strength in me had dropped significantly after the fight, but I still forced my legs to keep walking till I reached the hall.

As I moved past the two disciples guarding the doors, I sensed a demonic scent from the one on the right. My eyes examined him while I walked into the hall. From the blue token hanging from his waist, I recognized he was a core disciple.

A core demon disciple would be immensely helpful to me. My feet stopped for a second and we locked eyes. I intentionally let my demonic gaze surface, making him acknowledge who I was.

His face ran out of color and he instantly dropped his eyes to avoid mine.

To succeed in my mission, I would need a core disciple who knew his competitors on a deep level to help me with their weaknesses. He was the perfect candidate to be my eyes and ears.

"Keep walking!" The other disciple ordered shoving me forward.

I turned my head to look at him as murderous rage scratched the walls of my chest. I had just killed a mountain wolf, the adrenaline had not yet died. I could take down a human even if it meant losing a limb.

"Leave him alone."

"You...why are you defending him?"

"The elders are waiting for him. He's already here isn't he?"

The human clicked arrogantly but refrained from touching me again.

I began my short walk to the center of the hall, taking in every detail of the people present. Shihan was in her seat, her eyes possessing a dangerous spark as she scowled at me.

There were only three elders present and they wore a keen look on their frowning faces.

Without moving any of my hands, I bowed my head, "Surrdon greets yo-"

"Where did you learn the heavenly technique?" Shihan demanded tapping her long nails on the chair arm.

"What do you speak of?"

"Stop pretending to be innocent. Give up the technique and you might be spared from the punishment set for you. There will be a promotion to being an inner disciple. Your difficulties will be over and you can practice under the best teachers in Ozath."

I pondered over her offer. It would have been enough to entice a normal outer disciple, after all, who wouldn't want to be promoted to a comfortable life without doing any of the difficult work?

But to me, this was only a silly offer.

Trade a precious technique for a momentary gain? Shihan and the sect would stand to profit so much more than I would.

This was not my sect. Not my problem.

"I don't have any special technique, I have only mastered a few skills from the books in the library."

The frown on her face intensified. She blurred out of sight for a heartbeat before appearing in front of me.

"Why do you make this difficult?" She whispered placing her hand on my left shoulder.

Her red eyes met mine and they softened. "If you agree to give me the technique, I-" she leaned closer and rose on her toes to whisper in my ear, "-I will be yours for the night."

Her alluring words.

Her intoxicating scent.

The melons squashed on the back of my hand.

I swallowed hard closing my eyes. I was not allowed to fall for any honeytraps or the game would be over for me.

I took one step back, creating some visible distance between us.

"I really don't have any heavenly technique. I'm a mere level one, how could I afford such a treasure?"

The delicate look in her eyes vanished, replaced by a hard glare. "For hurting your fellow disciple once again, you will be punished harsher than the last time."

I frowned back.

"Which evidence do you have against me?"

"You dare talk back?"

"I am only being reasonable. There were so many witnesses present, did any of them see me laying a finger on Shanteng?"

The hall went quiet. Gazes were exchanged and breaths were held. Mine.

They thought I would be a pushover like those brainless outer disciples? They thought they could walk over me and I would just keep quiet and accept such a brutal fate?

Shihan teleported herself back to her seat without saying even a single word. The air between us was constricted by a lot of tension and dislike.

Their plan had failed.

Both their plans.

"Very well then. From today onwards, you are to work in my quarters as my servant. I will verify if you are as innocent as you say you are."

My heart offered a double beat, taken aback by Shihan's final verdict. From Demon Lord to an outer disciple, and now, a lowly servant? What game was fate playing with me?

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"Gently!" Shihan yelled before kicking me to the floor with her left leg.

After failing to grab the technique from me, she had me move in in her courtyard as the only male servant around.

Immediately I was settled, the arrogant woman had asked me to clean her chamber, every part of it. It was as large as my earthly home, which took me three hours to finish.

Before I could even sigh in relief, she had summoned me into her bathhouse.

My mind had raced with endless unholy thoughts on why she would call for me from such a private place, but I was shocked when she ordered me to wash her legs.

With nothing but a towel wrapped around her large breasts, the sect's chief rose, stepping out of the small basin I had been using to wash her legs like a slave.

She walked to me, a mean look masking her face.

"You disgust me Surrdon. Weak, pathetic-" Shihan straddled my hips and slowly lowered herself to sit on my groin, "-a liar, a pretender," she continued with the insults as her hands pulled me to sit by the collar of my robes.

"Who are you? What is your relationship with the Demon Lord?"

I stared right into her crimson eyes and saw my face. I indeed looked pathetic. This was not how the mighty Demon Lord was supposed to live. Shihan was the one who should have been washing my feet and kissing them to appease my rage.

*Smack*

Needles of pain erupted from beneath my cheek after Shihan's slap. "How dare you stare at me with these eyes? You're supposed to close them when I look at you."

My jaw clenched.

Close my eyes?

She was about to slap me again when my hand jerked to grasp her wrist. Shihan tried pulling back her hand, ignorant of what she was sitting on. Her wriggling stirred me, only slightly, but that was enough to make the arrogant woman freeze.

She turned her face at me.

Her cheeks were full of life, like strawberries.

"What is...that?" She asked in a shaking voice and her eyes bulged out.

I felt so mad at myself. At my unregulated hormones. I had only stirred because she was still an attractive woman, despite the loathe I had for her. The thought of her sitting on me with nothing under her towel had corrupted my manly senses momentarily.