At that moment, in Malena's room.
Lisa's breathing was slow and deep, showing she was sound asleep. Feeling her chest had swollen to an unbearable degree, Malena lifted the quilt, got out of bed quietly in her white cotton pajamas, and tiptoed into the living room.
She picked up the cup from the table, lifted the lower edge of her pajamas to reveal her snowy, ample breasts, then bent forward slightly to position a breast at the rim of the cup. With her other hand, she gently squeezed her breast.
A steady stream of warm, rich milk squirted into the cup. An enticing scent filled the air, one that would set anyone's appetite aflame.
As the pressure in her chest faded, Malena sighed in relief and switched sides, squeezing her other breast.
Minute by minute, the large cup slowly filled. Soon, halfway done, Malena found her chest no longer ached.
Staring at the generous half-cup of warm milk, Malena, not wanting to waste, considered drinking it all in one go—when suddenly, her ears twitched. Faint rustling steps sounded outside her room.
Who could it be?
Maybe the Amazons coming home from work?
She hadn't spoken much to her Amazon neighbors, but did know a bit about their group. Their company lately had been booming, with lots of overtime, so coming home near midnight wasn't unusual.
Their attitude to her wasn't warm, but not hostile either. Besides, Amazon women had such a fearsome reputation that living among them gave Malena a rare sense of security.
After all, with such neighbors, no ordinary kidnappers would dare cause her trouble.
But that reassurance applied only to ordinary kidnappers.
What if these weren't ordinary?
Just like tonight.
Letting her pajamas fall, Malena prepared to go back to bed. But with another twitch of her ear, she heard soft footsteps gathering near her doorway.
Her heart leapt into her throat. The memory of being tied up with her daughter as kidnappers broke in flashed through her mind, the shadow of that night's trauma returning. She trembled with terror, suddenly unable to breathe.
They're back!
The same wicked men again! Lisa's still sleeping—she couldn't let them rush into the bedroom!
Battling her fear, Malena gritted her teeth. She wanted to shove the table to block the entrance.
She thought they'd at least need a few moments to pick the lock, but instead there was a soft "click"—the lock and the bolt simply fell to the ground.
Knock, a 2nd-level spell, is the bane of any lock—mundane, safe, or magical alike!
Malena didn't realize the group included a spellcaster. They didn't waste time with lockpicks, but used magic to open her door in an instant!
The door opened, and several sneaky silhouettes slipped inside. This was far beyond Malena's expectations, and terror seized her chest, forcing a shrill scream from her lips: "Help—!"
"Burglars! Help, someone—!"
Back in the slums, the neighbors were almost as helpless as she was, and everyone minded their own business—few would help.
But here in this neighborhood, there were scores of Amazon women.
These female warriors were strong, proud, and viewed this compound as their own territory, so if they heard an alarm, they'd very likely rush to handle any kidnappers.
Malena had almost no battle power of her own, so in this moment, her best hope was to cry for help.
Her shrill scream pierced the walls, waking Lisa and all the neighboring Amazons. The two shadowy figures inside paused, then cursed angrily, "Damn, she's still awake?"
"Shit, this is bad! Get it done! If those maniac women hear, we'll be in real trouble!"
"Grab her arms! Gag her!"
Cursing, the attackers rushed in and forced Malena's arms down on either side. She struggled but was no match for them. A third figure stuffed a cloth in her mouth, silencing her.
Then, behind them, a tall, slender, and striking female silhouette sauntered into the room, cat-like in her movements.
It was late, and the lights were dim; Malena couldn't see her face clearly, but she caught a glimpse of a pair of short, thick horns atop her head.
Behind her waist, a pair of miniature bat-like wings stretched, and a long, thin tail trailed behind…
A demon!
Damn it, how did we ever cross paths with something like that!
Realizing this, Malena shook uncontrollably. And then, that tall female demon strode over to her.
Up close, Malena could see her skin was a faint violet, bright red lips, a full, proud chest and slim, alluring waist—her body's curves so exaggerated that she was almost hypnotic.
She wore almost nothing, just a slick of black paint artfully covering herself like a half-bowl-shaped bra and a white cotton thong. Her curves, pierced navel, and even a little tuft of neat hair were all on vibrant display. Even Malena, another woman, flushed and called her shameless in her heart.
While Malena was taking in her figure, the demon woman also looked her over from head to toe, studying her shape and face.
Then the demon woman spoke, her voice dripping sweetly, "Oh, she's still lactating? Heh, I get it—she must want to use her milk to seduce men…"
"Tie her up and bring her too. Our Abyssal Lord could use a milkmaid concubine."
With that, she turned to leave. Malena was gripped by utter terror. She understood all too well—these people wanted to deliver her as a tribute to a demon!
Damn demon worshippers!
No! My fate can't end like this!
Someone save me, please—someone help us!
Her heart howled in despair, but as if answering her prayer, the demon woman at the doorway was suddenly struck by some unseen force and sent flying sideways. "Ah—!"
...
The succubus's name was Ines.
As a succubus, she hadn't been in the best mood lately. Not long ago, she'd pledged herself to serve a powerful Abyssal Lord, following him out to the material world in hopes of making her mark.
Instead, he didn't trust her. He suspected she was an spy sent by another power, so he never assigned her anything important.
Take tonight for example: her only mission was to kidnap a mortal little girl of unusual lineage, but with no real fighting ability. Anyone could've done such easy work—yet the Abyssal Lord had given it to her.
Ines could only admit—
Damn, his instincts were dead on!
She really was a spy, planted at the Abyssal Lord's side to collect intel and deliver it to her true master.
But this gig wasn't going well, leaving her all the more irritable and frustrated.
Why wouldn't he trust her? Was it because her chest wasn't big enough?
Well, this woman's chest at least met that standard…
Not to mention her hips, which were nice and round...
Fine, whatever. Finish this job, hand the woman over, act sweet, and gradually earn his trust...
With such a trivial task, surely nothing could go wrong... right?
She'd just finished the thought when a burst of Eldritch Blast slammed into her side and sent her tumbling away.
The source, of course, was Charles. Thanks to the spell's extreme range, he hadn't even come close, but he'd already pinpointed her location and launched his spell, blasting her aside.
Just one look at the tumbling figure confirmed it—she was a true succubus.
Succubi, one of the demons from the Infinite Layers of the Abyss, are among the few types boasting actual intelligence—possibly even the only demons with genuine beauty, a rare exception.
Not only that, every one of them is highly seductive; with a glance or a smile, they effortlessly arouse desire in others, their repertoire of skills making them utterly irresistible.
Thanks to these three traits, succubi are popular both among demon lords and among mages eager to summon demons as servants.
"As demons they are irredeemable, but succubi are controllable—and beautiful—so must be forgiven," one mage who'd summoned five succubi as concubines once put it, earning wide agreement.
Thus, while fighting demons is right and proper in the material world, summoning succubi is a not-so-secret indulgence among mages.
Because of this, Charles still couldn't tell if this was merely a kidnapper's ring with a mage able to control a succubus, or if the Abyssal Lord himself had sent her directly.
But there was no time to ponder. As he burst into the residential district, footsteps echoed from every direction.
Tonight, a truly impressive number had come.
On the system's map, a sea of red dots swarmed—Charles hadn't even bothered to count, but now, looking closely, there were at least a dozen kidnappers lurking in the shadows.
To seize Lisa, these people had come full force.
Luckily, even with so many on the job, none could stand before his strength.
A corner of Charles's mouth curled in a smirk. He didn't let the standby witches get involved, but looked around and said, "Come on, all of you at once—I'm in a hurry."
Such blatant arrogance enraged the criminals. One kidnapper drew a half-meter-long cleaver from his back, spat, and walked forward: "This punk's asking for it! Let's give him some blood to remember!"
The man coming at him wasn't especially tall, looked like a slum native, but was thickly muscled, with a vertical scar on his left cheek that lent him a fierce air.
Spurred on, the other kidnappers crowded in with various weapons, murderous intent filling the air. Any gang would call these men their backbone; now, over a dozen had gathered just to kidnap a defenseless mother and child!
Clearly, Lisa was high-value prey.
All around, the Amazon women who'd been sleeping woke to the noise, threw on leather armor and grabbed their weapons, readying for battle.
Yet none rushed out—they simply watched from their windows or waited for the signal to engage.
And outside, as he was surrounded, Charles didn't panic. He raised his right hand, guiding the energy of the Shadowfell into the shape of a longsword. At the same moment, he finished his incantation: "Elemental Weapon!"
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