9: Insatiable
Anos De Luna's Perspective
Seated atop the silk-laden bed, Anos reclined against the carved obsidian headboard, his gaze locked onto the floating blue holographic screen before him.
The Status Window shimmered with an ethereal glow, each letter carved from abyssal energy, radiating power that could shatter weaker beings at a mere glance.
Despite the information displayed before him, his expression remained neutral—unmoved. However, if one looked closely, the subtle twitch of his lips hinted at amusement.
[Status Window – Updated System]
[General Information]
Name: Anos De Luna
Race: Abyssal Entity
Age: 18 years old
Titles:
Monarch of the Demon Realm
Young Master of the Khaos Clan
King of all Demons
Systems Conquered: Lust System
Breakthrough: (Qi Needed – 29M)
[Cultivation Realms]
Major Realm: Heavenly Monarch Realm
Minor Realm: VIIII
[Core Attributes]
Health: 10,100,000 / 10,100,000
Yang: § / §
Qi: 10,000,000 / 10,000,000
[Stats]
Strength: 90,100
Vitality: 90,100
Agility: 92,000
Intelligence: 20,000
Charisma: 15
Sense: 95,000
[Personality Traits]
Passionate
Cruel
Chaos-Lover
Greedy
Arrogant
Reckless
Short-Tempered
Smart
Dislikes Using Smartness
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[Skills & Abilities]
◆ Basic Skills:
Human Language → Mastery over human dialects.
Demon Language → Fluency in the tongue of demons, carrying a hypnotic effect when spoken.
Literature → Basic understanding of written texts.
Problem-Solving → Only applies when Anos chooses to use it.
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◆ Genetic Skills & Traits:
Demon Instinct → Heightened battle intuition, allowing Anos to anticipate attacks, predict movements, and react at speeds beyond comprehension.
Demonic Wings → Enormous, abyssal wings capable of shrouding the sky in darkness. Enhances speed, flight, and defense when fully unfurled.
Demonic Heart → A core infused with chaotic energy, making Anos immune to most forms of mind control and soul attacks. His regeneration is amplified, making him nearly impossible to kill unless his heart is destroyed.
Eyes of Terror → A gaze that strikes primal fear into all who meet it, disrupting focus, instilling madness, and in some cases, inducing instant death.
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◆ Talent:
Heaven-Defying Resilience → Injuries heal at an accelerated rate, and his endurance surpasses even gods. Can withstand attacks that should be fatal with sheer willpower alone.
Chaotic Physique → A body that thrives in disorder, growing stronger amidst destruction and war. The more chaos surrounds Anos, the faster he regenerates and the deadlier he becomes.
Genius (When He Wants To Be) → If Anos actually applies himself, his intelligence becomes unparalleled. Unfortunately, he rarely does.
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◆ Active Skills:
Abyssal Dual Cultivation → A skill exclusive to the Demon Emperor. Upon intimate connection, Anos and his partner experience a surge in cultivation, breaking past mortal limitations at a terrifying rate. Also enhances compatibility with his slaves.
Absolute Hypnotize → With a single word, glance, or touch, Anos can force obedience onto weaker minds, bending them to his will. Resistance is futile unless the target possesses divine-level willpower.
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◆ Passive Skills:
Death's Presence → An aura so thick with the scent of death that weaker beings crumble in its wake. Any enemy within a certain radius suffers from constant fear and despair.
Death's Aura → Encases Anos's body in a deadly mist, decaying weaker creatures upon touch. The effect strengthens in battle.
Death's Order → Commands absolute authority over demons, specters, and undead. He can raise fallen beings as his subordinates with nothing but a whisper.
Qi-Sensory → Allows Anos to detect, analyze, and track energy fluctuations within an entire continent.
Qi-Manipulation → Grants control over Qi to shape, refine, and weaponize it with ease.
Love → A bizarre skill that prevents him and his partner from succumbing to mind-breaking pleasure during intimate encounters. A necessity, given his raw power.
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A Moment of Distraction
His abyssal gaze lingered on the screen, absorbing the details with a calm indifference. Power was a given. Strength was expected. But the Lust System?
His lips curved ever so slightly. Interesting.
Had he truly conquered it? No, it felt more like… a fusion. As if something far greater was awakening within him, a dormant part of himself that had long been sealed away.
He was so immersed in his thoughts that he failed to notice a presence emerging from the ensuite bathroom.
Had he looked up, he would have pounced instantly.
Iris.
Her damp, violet hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, droplets of water tracing paths down her flushed, porcelain skin. The silk robe she wore barely clung to her frame, slipping off one shoulder, teasing what lay beneath. Her violet eyes gleamed with warmth, exhaustion, and satisfaction, her lips slightly swollen from their previous activities.
She stretched languidly, oblivious to the storm she had just unleashed.
Anos's ruby eyes flickered upward.
The Status Window disappeared in an instant.
A dark grin slowly formed on his lips.
He had been distracted long enough.
Iris walked closer to Anos, her midnight purple eyes fixed on Anos's ruby-red gaze. His expression carried an unmistakable satisfaction, a silent testament to the pleasure they had just shared.
But beneath that satisfaction, she saw something else—power, the kind that hadn't yet fully awakened.
Her lips curled into a sultry smirk as she traced a delicate finger along his bare chest, her nails leaving faint, glowing trails of violet energy against his obsidian-toned skin.
"Your new Abyssal Dual Cultivation skill is remarkable," she murmured, voice laced with an almost predatory amusement.
"But this is only the beginning, Anos. As we continue our journey, you'll acquire many more abilities—ones that will rival, if not surpass, even the power you held in your past life."
She shifted closer, her barely-clinging silk robe slipping lower with the movement. Her words, though teasing, held undeniable truth. He was evolving. Even now, he was no longer just the Anos of before.
Her breath fanned against his lips as she whispered, "But for now… let me indulge in my favorite one."
Without waiting for a response, she claimed his lips in a deep, hungry kiss.
Anos felt the full force of her insatiable desire—the very reason she was chosen to bear the Lust System. Her hunger was not just physical; it was primal, a need that could never be fully sated. As her body pressed against his, her robe fell away completely, pooling onto the bed like discarded silk.
Anos didn't resist.
He had no reason to.
Their bodies moved as if guided by instinct alone, flesh against flesh, heat meeting heat. Iris devoured every inch of him with reckless abandon, her desire knowing no restraint. Yet, in the midst of their frenzied union, he realized—
He had forgotten to activate Abyssal Dual Cultivation.
The thought barely registered before it was swallowed by the intensity of the moment.
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An Hour Later
The air in the room was thick with lingering heat, the scent of sweat and desire mixing with the faint aroma of lavender from the enchanted incense burning in the corner. Iris lay sprawled atop Anos, her body pressed against his as she caught her breath. Her midnight purple eyes gleamed with contentment, though the lingering hunger in them assured this wouldn't be the last round.
Anos exhaled, rubbing his forehead with mild amusement.
A demoness with insatiable lust.
Fitting.
Iris let out a pleased hum before finally rolling off him. "Come," she said, stretching like a satisfied feline. "We should bathe before I drag you into another hour of pleasure."
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Bathhouse – Another Hour Later
Anos sat back against the edge of the massive onyx tub, the steaming water swirling around him. The bathhouse, carved from enchanted blackstone, shimmered with gold inscriptions, pulsing with demonic energy. It was royalty incarnate.
Iris, sitting on his lap, was not particularly concerned with actually cleaning herself.
Despite their original intention to bathe, their activities had repeated once more. Water splashed over the marble floors as their bodies intertwined in yet another intense session.
By the time they finally emerged from the bath, clean but utterly spent, Anos was only mildly irritated at himself. If he had just activated Abyssal Dual Cultivation, his strength would've skyrocketed.
Next time.
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Dressing Chamber
Anos examined his reflection in the grand, ornate mirror. Though his obsidian-hued skin could harden into natural armor, he still chose to wear the royal attire that Iris had prepared. A fitted black and gold imperial robe, its embroidery pulsing with infernal runes of his lineage. A crown—his crown—rested on a nearby pedestal, untouched.
Iris, standing beside him, adjusted the clasp of her own midnight purple imperial gown, its delicate chains and gemstone embellishments accentuating her regal yet sensual presence.
She regarded him with a knowing smile before speaking.
"Now that you're properly dressed," she said, "it's time you meet your council."
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