I thought, Finally, the Demonic Body is complete. This body's rebuilt to my past self, with the Demon Sect's symbol—a stunning tattoo—on my back. And my 'Black Dragon'? Perfect. Glancing at Tina in my arms, I nibbled her delicate earlobe and whispered, "Tonight, I'm devouring you." I guided her hand to grasp my massive Black Dragon.
Tina let out a soft "Mmm," feeling its size and heat. As it pulsed playfully, she gasped, lifting her head with seductive eyes. "Be gentle tonight, husband. Tina might not handle it." Her words ignited me, and I was ready to claim her right there.
A grating voice interrupted from below: "You three, grab that boy! We'll punish that woman!" It was Haiduo, thinking he'd secured me as a hostage. Fool. You're already dead, he schemed, unaware death awaited him.
Frowning, I asked, "What's going on?" Tina briefly recounted the events, including the receptionist's role. I noticed the receptionist—snow-white skin, slightly smaller breasts than Tina's, a white dress hugging her curves, and soulful eyes radiating a pure, snowy charm.
Her longing gaze told me I had her. She's smitten by my charm. Another beauty in my grasp, I thought, smirking inwardly. The receptionist, sensing my stare, blushed, then met my wicked gaze with one that seemed to devour me. He's looking at me like that—does he want me? she wondered, her face reddening as she shyly returned my gaze.
Tina, noticing, fumed. Barely grown, and he's already chasing women. Infuriating! She pinched my waist with her signature two-finger technique. My Demonic Body felt no pain, but I feigned a wince. "Ouch! My Tina's jealous!" She huffed, turning away. Knowing women need coaxing, I whispered in her ear, "No matter how many women I have, you're my first and my favorite. Always." Her sensitive spot tingled as she savored my words. She knew a man like me would have many women but wanted to be valued. Lifting her head, she said earnestly, "If you ever tire of me and cast me aside, that'll be the end of my life." I replied, "I love you too much to let you go. We're together forever." Satisfied, she smiled. "You and your sweet talk."
Coldly, I said, "Tina, there's a bunch of scum downstairs. Let's deal with them, then we'll take our time." She replied, "Husband, I'll handle it. Wait here." Excited, I said, "This is a man's job. My new body needs a test, and only blood will make it perfect." Seeing my battle lust, Tina decided, "Enjoy yourself, husband. I'll always be your strongest support. Whenever you need me, I'll charge forward to clear any obstacle." Her words later shaped our dynamic: she'd manage my pirate crew and harem, stepping in only when truly needed, giving me chances to grow stronger.
Like a devoted wife, Tina helped me dress. When she reached for a shirt, I said coldly, "No shirt. I want to feel the warmth of blood." Her eyes held no fear, only love for all of me. As she helped with my pants, she saw my Black Dragon and flinched. It's huge. That man's nothing compared to this. Can I even take it? Blushing, she quickly dressed me in black leather pants and boots, clipped moon-shaped earrings on, and smoothed my silver hair.
Tina studied me: long silver hair veiling captivating eyes, delicate moon earrings, a bare torso with the menacing demon tattoo, tight black leather pants outlining strong legs, and tall black boots. Two words summed it up: wickedly alluring. She nodded, "Perfect, husband." I kissed her lightly and turned to the receptionist, teasing, "Thanks for your help. I'll reward you when I'm back." Blushing, she shook her head. "No need. I promised her, so I did it."
I smiled and walked out. Tina took the receptionist's hand. "Thank you. I misjudged you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." The receptionist replied, "It's fine. I keep my promises." Seeing her character and my interest, Tina, thinking of future harmony, said, "You called me 'big sister.' Let's be sisters, okay?" The receptionist thought, A beautiful, strong sister? Not bad. She smiled, "Sure!" Tina added, "Let's watch my husband dominate, then we'll talk." Hearing "husband" without my name, the receptionist blushed, her mind racing.
At the staircase, I coldly surveyed the pirates below. Haiduo spotted me, shouting, "Kid, get lost if you want to live! I'm waiting for that woman to come down for my fun!" I knew he was Haiduo. Icy, I said, "You filthy dog, daring to insult my woman? You're dead." Tina, stepping out, beamed with joy at my words.
I charged down. Haiduo felt a surge at his chest, too late to dodge. He crossed his arms to block, but my kick sent him crashing through the door. Not a direct hit, but not bad. The pirates gaped as their captain flew. That slender body has such power? I strode outside, the crowd following to watch, unaware their blood would mark the Demon King's birth.
Looking at Haiduo, half-crouched, I taunted, "That weak? One kick and you're done?" He laughed maniacally. "Kid, you forced me. I planned to save this for the Grand Line, but you'll see it now!" His shirt burst as his muscles bulged, golden fur sprouting. His hands grew claws, his head morphed—pointed ears, golden eyes, red nose, and a maw of sharp teeth. He looked like a monstrous dog.