"Okay, how much do you charge for one encounter…" Lady Elyria shook her head out of disappointment. Not disappointed at the fact that Zaja was literarily asking her for money, but the fact that she still felt the urge to jump on his dick and ride him till he stuffed her hole with a million liters of cum!
Bitting her lips, the Valthorne matriarch balled her fist, trembling as she watched Zaja scribble something on a notebook and hand it to her.
"10,000 High Grade Arcane Crystals? What the fuck!!" Barely had Lady Elyria read the note that she suffered a dizzy spell, passing out on the spot.
Not expecting such an extreme reaction, Zaja scratched his head, covering Elyria in velvet sheets, before leapping off the bed.
"Mhm… I thought the price was fair, 10,000 Special Grade Arcane Crystals are probably worth at least 2.2 million Urns…"
Zaja turned to look at the still unconscious matriarch, "Does she not have more than that amount in the bank?…"
'If a slave with the Obsidian Wyrm Stallion Mutation was to be sold, then the price would be in the billions. So how come asking for two million Urns is such an overreach… not to mention The Shadow Sovereign Flame would definitely be in trillions because it is extremely scarce even over periods of time.'
'My price is fair. However, it is indeed out of reach. So, if she can pull this off' with this in mind, Zaja left Elyria's room, returning to his one bedroom apartment in Kael's quarters of the estate.
Now sitting cross-legged in meditation, he joined his hands together in a specific set of mudra, activating the systems reach on the Talisman of the Tyrant.
In a whirl of violet flames, a white candle appeared floating before Zaja's chest. The Talisman he had left on Kael tapped into the systems energy and in the next moment, turning the fallen noble into a human furnace.
Thankfully for Zaja and unfortunately for Kael, the effect of the Talisman that prevented the bearer from dying from any other means kept Kael at tiptop health while still experiencing intense pain.
Satisfied with his new level of wickedness, Zaja formed another hand mudra, unleashing his innate mutation. The Shadow Fire unleashed and his eyes switched from violet to deep red. Then, a small tongue of deep red fire appeared right before him.
The fire split into three different pieces: Red, Black and white.
The White flame represented Divine Power. The Black flame was the very essence of the Shadow Fire and the Red flame granted him the ability to control all Red Veil Arcane Beast.
All three flames united in Zaja's heart, climbing towards his brain and unlocking the Divine Secret!
Ding!
~Hidden Quest: Wicked Man of no remorse… completed~
~Elyria Valthorne is craving the vessels delicious cock and can't resist herself from going to collect the vessels money, and will officially endorse you as her personal prostitute~
~By the time she returns, the vessel must have a list of prices and services ready for the system to prepare proper rewards and future quest~
~The vessel has unlocked the first Divine Secret and become a sage~
~Desire Sage title… applied~
~This title unlocks at least one Divine secret known as sages, to be honoured by all throughout the spiritual world. Following each enlightenment, a sage can enter one of the Ten Oasis Worlds and Ten Divine Lands to strengthen their powers and seek the guidance of deities. But as a Desire Sage, you can only progress by receiving the guidance, love and protection of beautiful goddesses.~
~You can return to planes that you have previously visited and you don't have to leave your mortal body behind.~
~At the mention of the trigger word >Transport< the Desire System will use the power of Lord Dazzai to transport you to the first Oasis World: Spheris~
"Wonderful!!" a series of Desire System prompts echoed in Zaja's mind. But as the Crimson Deity Vessel was about to leap from joy at all these gains, a sweet and consuming floral scent reached his sensitive nose, making his skin flush as his cock hardened in his pants.
Zaja's eyes stretched wide and he dropped to his knees, holding his elbows as his body temperature rose to extreme levels.
As someone who is familiar with poisons, toxins and venom due to his relationship with Naga, he felt perplexed not knowing what was in the floral scent that made him feel like this.
"Finally. I thought she would never leave." a sexy, melodious voice came from the entrance and the door swung wide open, revealing one of the slaves of the Valthorne household.
The next moment, the lady's appearance changed completely, becoming a riveting young woman with dark blue hair held in a ponytail, thin red lips and a mesmerizing pair of sapphire eyes. She gorgeous to say the least, from the wide hips and slim waist to the large breasts and lovely smooth face.
As soon as Zaja laid eyes on that woman, he was convinced that he faced a stunning enchantress with trails of broken hearts at her tail.
"Who the hell are you?" Zaja asked.
"Does it matter?" the woman answered almost immediately, her dark blue ponytail swaying and matching the rhythm of her hips.
"But of course. You come into my abode with a Grade One level aphrodisiac toxin that I cannot seem to decipher its origins despite my extensive background in poison and venom, all to target little me. So how could your identity not matter?" gasping for breath, Zaja asked.
"You might not know me in person… but you know me only from reputation alone…"
"Lady Hillary dos Wagner, I am the one and only heiress of the House Wagner." the woman introduced herself while lifting her skirt to give Zaja a slight bow.
"Since you are telling me your name, I take it that you don't plan on letting me leave this room with my life. Wait… Wagner?" the vessel couldn't care less for the false courtesy. But as the name settled in his brain, his eyes narrowed in confusion.
"Yes, I do know you… however I've never actually seen you in person, didn't know you packed so much luggage on your body. Your name, isn't that the name of the queen mother's closest attendant? And your daughters are literally the cum whores for the king, how have I offended the queen mother of this country?" Zaja asked seriously.
But with each word that left his lips, his raging monster bulged further, as if trying to rip through his pants and smash this heiress's pussy till her hole stunk of his cum.