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Chapter 323: You Want a Taste Too? 

Waterfall Town, outside Jennifer’s house. 

Roy was deep in conversation with Jennifer, hashing out plans to help Lilith get a new body. 

“So, have we pinned down Mary Shaw’s exact location in Washington State?” Roy asked. 

“Yup, it’s confirmed!” Jennifer replied. “Zoe got Mortel Snow to do a prophecy, and it turns out Mary Shaw’s in a little town called Ravensfall, right near the Rockies in Washington.” 

“Then what are we waiting for? Let’s hit the road!” Roy said. 

Jennifer hesitated, looking a bit sheepish. “Uh, there’s one thing. The Apocalypse Club found out about this, and they want in on the action.” 

Before Roy could respond, Madison and Maria burst out of Jennifer’s house and practically tackled him, wrapping their arms around him. Zoe and Carrie, the quieter duo, followed, each grabbing one of Roy’s arms. 

Roy shot Jennifer a look. No wonder she’d asked to meet him outside—turns out the Apocalypse Club’s four members had been crashing at her place. 

“Roy, we missed you so much!” the four girls squealed in unison. 

It was like being swarmed by two thousand chattering ducks. Roy groaned. “Jennifer, since when are you so tight with them?” 

Jennifer gave an apologetic shrug. “They’ve helped me out a ton, so when they asked to join this mission, I couldn’t exactly say no.” 

Fair enough—favors owed are hard to dodge. Still, Roy was curious. Mortel Snow had let these four loose and burned some of her own life force to make a prophecy for them? What was she thinking? 

“You guys didn’t sneak out without permission, did you?” Roy asked, narrowing his eyes. 

Madison pouted. “Roy, quit acting like we’re total rebels! After the Silent Hill mess, we’ve all leveled up big time. It’s summer break, so Professor Snow figured we could handle another adventure.” 

Great. They were officially his babysitting gig now. Roy sighed, already feeling the exhaustion. 

Last time, during the Silent Hill incident, Madison and Maria’s impulsive stunts had caused him all sorts of headaches. Who knew what chaos they’d stir up this time? 

Carrie, picking up on Roy’s skepticism, chimed in. “Don’t worry, Roy. Professor Snow put me in charge of keeping these three in line.” 

Roy blinked. Of all the Apocalypse Club witches, the most responsible one was Carrie? The shy, timid girl who barely spoke?  

Even more surprising, Carrie was now the group’s heavy hitter. She carried the blood of Samael, the King of Wrath, and not just a drop—her bloodline was insanely potent. Plus, she’d once served as a vessel for Samael himself, which had supercharged her potential. 

It was like Isabella, who’d been Michael’s human vessel. Even after Michael returned to Heaven, Isabella had kept some serious perks, especially when it came to wielding holy light. Carrie, having hosted half of Samael’s power, had gained even more. 

Normally, being a demon’s vessel was a death sentence—demons didn’t exactly care about their host’s well-being. But Carrie got lucky. After dying while possessed by Samael, Raphael had brought her back. That kind of experience was practically unheard of in human history. 

Already gifted, Carrie had absorbed Samael’s lingering power and gained insights from her brush with death. Her strength had skyrocketed to legendary status—on par with Lilith or Ophelia. The other three Apocalypse Club witches combined couldn’t touch her. She was basically a shoo-in for the next Supreme Witch of the Coven. 

The catch? Carrie was still figuring out how to control her massive power. She was also at risk of losing control, her demon bloodline threatening to overwhelm her. A talisman from Elise kept it in check for now, but her combat experience was lacking. All that raw magic, and she was still a rookie. 

Maybe that’s why Mortel Snow had greenlit this adventure—to give Carrie some real-world practice. Roy, though, could already feel the trouble brewing. 

“Here’s the thing,” Roy said. “There’s five of you, plus Jennifer. My car’s not big enough for all of us.” 

Unless someone rode a motorcycle. But Texas to Washington was a 1,800-mile trip. Even with Crowley’s autopilot, whoever rode would be toast. 

Madison patted her chest confidently. “No worries, Roy! Professor Snow’s got it covered. We’ve got a private jet to Seattle, so you don’t need to stress about the trip.” 

Well, that was convenient. Mortel probably felt bad dumping this on Roy and pulled some Coven funds to cover travel. Back when Ophelia (Lilith’s daughter) was possessing Fiona, the Coven had been at its peak, raking in cash through deals with all sorts of groups. That money had cemented Ophelia’s spot as Supreme Witch. Now, Mortel was dipping into that legacy to keep things running—ironic, since Ophelia wasn’t even dead. 

“Alright, fine,” Roy said. “Everyone pack up. We’re catching a flight from Austin to Seattle tonight. Oh, Madison, can that jet fit a car?” 

Madison thought for a second. “Should be fine. The Supreme Witch’s jet is pretty huge.” 

That saved Roy some hassle. Sure, Bumblebee and Crowley could drive themselves to Washington, but a plane was way faster. 

“Roy, it’s been months since we’ve seen you,” Madison said, her tone turning flirty. “How about we…” 

She didn’t finish, but her suggestive look said it all. Roy rolled his eyes. It wasn’t just guys who got carried away—some women were just as bad. And Roy? He was catnip for someone like Madison, especially since his desire domain had evolved into something like an incarnation of desire. The effect was almost unfair. 

He gave her a playful swat on the butt. “Why’s your mind always in the gutter? Go pack, or we’ll miss the flight.” 

Madison pouted but perked up when Maria whispered something in her ear. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I get it! You’re saving it for some mile-high fun, huh? Should’ve said so!” 

Roy hadn’t even been thinking that, but now… “Ahem! Quit talking nonsense and get ready. I’ve got stuff to do.” 

He’d come straight to Jennifer’s after arriving in Waterfall Town and hadn’t checked in with anyone else. The Parkers, Nancy, and others didn’t even know he was back. Plus, he wanted to swing by Elizabeth’s place to see how Eluresha was doing and talk about that lust authority. 

Carrie spoke up. “Roy, are Misty and Wendy in Waterfall Town? I’d like to see them.” 

Misty and Wendy had trekked across half the U.S. to settle in Waterfall Town, living off the grid in a wooded patch of Sawyer Manor. They preferred nature to modern houses full of furniture. 

“I’ll take you to them,” Roy said. “Crowley!” 

A blue Harley-Davidson Buell Firebolt rolled up. “Mr. Black, I’m here,” the bike said. 

“Let’s go, Carrie.” Roy hopped on, and Carrie climbed behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. 

Maria, never one to miss a chance, called out, “Don’t you two go sneaking a bite!” 

Carrie, shyer than even Niddy, turned beet red, looking like she wanted to disappear. Roy shot Maria a flat look. “Knock it off.” 

The other four girls watched Roy and Carrie ride off. Jennifer clapped her hands. “Alright, everyone, let’s get ready.” 

Madison and Maria exchanged a glance, clearly cooking up some scheme. Those two loved to bicker, but when they teamed up, they were scarily in sync. 

“Zoe, c’mere! I’ve got an idea!” Madison said, dragging Zoe back into the house for who-knows-what. 

Jennifer shook her head, opting out of whatever they were plotting. She had her own stuff to handle. 

After dropping Carrie off at the cozy cabin Misty and Wendy had built, Roy headed straight for Elizabeth’s manor. 

Weirdly, no one answered when he rang the bell. Is that lazy woman actually out? 

Elizabeth was notorious for lounging around her manor unless something big was up. It was summer break, so she didn’t have classes. Where could she be? 

As he pondered, the door swung open on its own. Roy stepped inside, but the manor was empty—no Elizabeth, no Eluresha. Had she taken the little succubus with her? 

What’s she up to? 

The door opening meant Elizabeth had probably seen him remotely and let him in. She’d be back soon. 

Roy plopped down in the living room. A few minutes later, a flash of fire lit up the room, and Elizabeth and Eluresha appeared. 

The second Eluresha saw Roy, her eyes sparkled, and she launched herself at him. “Daddy! I missed you so much!” 

Roy, lounging on the couch, nearly toppled over from her enthusiastic tackle. “Eluresha, you’re okay now?” 

He ruffled her hair, noticing the little succubus was brimming with energy again, like Asmodeus’s influence was gone. 

Elizabeth sank into her favorite armchair, watching the two with amusement. “Roy, didn’t peg you for this kind of guy.” 

“Professor Elizabeth, you’ve got it all wrong…” Roy started, but Eluresha was already tugging at his lower armor. 

Her actions only seemed to prove Elizabeth’s point. 

“Eluresha, what are you doing?!” Roy yelped. 

She looked up, confused. “Daddy, my tummy’s hungry! It’s been forever since I had a milkshake!” 

True, Roy had promised to “feed” Eluresha fresh milkshakes weekly, but with everything going on, he hadn’t done it in nearly a month. Still, her demanding a snack here and now was mortifying. 

Elizabeth, unfazed, egged her on. “If the kid’s hungry, let her eat. We can talk, no big deal.” 

Roy’s face twisted. He’d only fed Eluresha in front of Jennifer before—now Elizabeth wanted a front-row seat? 

Before he could protest, Eluresha latched onto her “bottle” and got to work making her “fresh baby milkshake.” Roy sighed, forcing himself to focus and talk to Elizabeth. 

“Professor Elizabeth, how’s Eluresha doing?” 

“I’ve wiped Asmodeus’s mark off her,” Elizabeth said. “She’s all yours now. Do whatever you want with her.” 

Her tone was… suggestive. “Uh, Professor, I’m not planning to do anything!” 

Elizabeth shifted, crossing her legs, her eyes on Eluresha’s enthusiastic efforts. She was starting to sweat. “You expect me to believe that?” 

Roy wasn’t sure he believed himself. As Eluresha’s intelligence grew, her attachment to him was… evolving. It was subtle, but there was a shift. 

“Still,” Elizabeth continued, “she’s got Asmodeus’s blood, and it’s strong. If that woman gets near her, she could awaken Eluresha’s dormant bloodline. But don’t sweat it too much—Asmodeus prefers playing with her ‘pups’ in her palace. She rarely shows up here.” 

Roy’s expression turned odd. He’d fought the Queen of Lust not long ago, blasting her back to Hell with an energy fountain. Noticing his look, Elizabeth’s brow furrowed. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve already run into her.” 

“Uh, yeah, I crossed paths with the Queen of Lust by chance,” Roy admitted. 

Elizabeth’s face darkened, like she’d pieced something together. Asmodeus’s main tactic was seduction, and Roy—good-looking, powerful, a standout even in Hell—was prime bait. No way she’d pass him up. 

Roy hesitated but came clean. Lying was pointless; Elizabeth’s lie-detection powers would catch him instantly. 

After hearing his story, Elizabeth relaxed slightly. Roy had been forced into it, and he’d sent Asmodeus packing afterward. “That woman’s like a bad rash,” she muttered. “She probably realized she couldn’t control Eluresha, so she pulled that stunt to show up here.” 

She stood abruptly and walked over to Roy. Eluresha, mid-“milkshake,” looked up, puzzled. “Mommy Elizabeth, you want a taste too?” 

Professor Elizabeth 

Chapter 324: A Fun Game 

A while back, Alyssa lived with Samantha Parker for a spell. Samantha, a seasoned single mom who’d raised two kids, was pretty responsible and even helped Roy teach the little succubus a thing or two. Like how to use the bathroom on her own or the importance of sharing with others. 

Now, Alyssa’s willing to share her favorite milkshake with Elizabeth, which shows Samantha’s lessons really stuck. 

Too bad Elizabeth isn’t impressed. 

The lofty Queen of Sloth, eating something like that? No way. Though, it does look kinda tasty. 

Elizabeth swallows hard but still turns down Alyssa’s offer. 

“Alyssa, keep eating, don’t mind me. Roy, take off your shirt!” 

At that, Alyssa happily starts whipping up another milkshake, while Roy slips off his shirt. 

“Ugh, I knew it—that witch left a mark on you!” 

Elizabeth runs her hand over Roy’s chiseled abs, and the more she touches, the better it feels. She can’t seem to stop, which leaves Roy totally exasperated. 

“Teacher Elizabeth, you’re about to rub my skin raw.” 

The demon queen yanks her hand back, pretending nothing happened. 

“Ahem! That witch marked you. The mark’s not active yet, but she can still track you down whenever she wants.” 

The mark’s a bit like the one Mammon, the King of Greed, once placed on Roy—used for tracking. 

“Do I need to do another ritual to get rid of it, like last time?” Roy asks. 

He vividly remembers that last water battle ritual. It was, after all, his only real water fight so far. Sure, he’d tried using a bathtub as a battlefield before, but that tiny bit of water was nothing compared to the pool at Elizabeth’s estate. 

Elizabeth tilts Roy’s chin up with her finger, giving him a flirty look. 

“Little Roy, if you wanna have a water fight with me, just say so! As for the mark, I’ve got an idea. How about we set a trap for that witch? What do you think?” 

Tricking a demon king? Roy’s instantly hooked. 

“Teacher Elizabeth, what’s the plan?” 

When it comes to screwing over her worst enemy, Elizabeth’s all in. A stream of vicious schemes pours out of her mouth, making Roy realize just how wicked this demon really is. 

But Roy tosses in a few ideas of his own, and they catch Elizabeth by surprise. 

“You’re even more twisted than I thought, Little Roy.” 

“Right back at ya, Teacher Elizabeth!” 

Just then, Roy’s brow furrows, his expression shifting. Elizabeth immediately knows what’s up and, with a smirk, leans in to kiss him. 

So, while Roy and Elizabeth lock lips up top, Alyssa down below finally gets to chow down on the meal she’s been craving. Everyone’s got a bright future ahead, it seems. 

“Yum!” Alyssa gulps down her food, totally satisfied, then notices Roy and Elizabeth’s steamy kiss. 

Curious as ever, Alyssa wonders why Mommy Elizabeth isn’t drinking yogurt but instead “eating” Daddy Roy’s mouth. Is that tastier or something? 

At her greedy age, Alyssa’s dying to find out what a kiss tastes like. 

It feels like they kiss for an eternity before Elizabeth finally lets Roy go. 

“Little Roy, you don’t need to remove the mark, but we can still do the ritual if you want!” 

Roy knows this is Teacher Elizabeth inviting him for some “extra lessons.” He licks his lips, tempted. 

Checking the time, it’s only 9 a.m. There’s still plenty of time before their private jet to Austin, since even private flights need to file a flight plan. 

“Is the ritual in that pool again?” Roy asks. 

Elizabeth presses a finger to his lips. 

“We can do it wherever you want.” 

With that, she turns into a wisp of purple smoke and drifts off—toward the basement, it seems. 

Roy pats Alyssa’s head. “Alyssa, go watch some cartoons. Daddy and Mommy Elizabeth have some stuff to take care of.” 

Alyssa pouts, not thrilled. “But I’m still hungry!” 

“Be good. Have some Pink Mood to tide you over, and Daddy’ll feed you more later.” 

Roy pulls a bottle of Pink Mood from his inventory and hands it to her before heading to the basement. 

Alyssa grumpily pops the cap, chugs the pink liquid, and flips on the TV to watch cartoons. Normally, she loves her shows, but today she’s distracted, her mind stuck on that kiss between Roy and Elizabeth. 

Should she go peek at what Daddy and Mommy Elizabeth are up to? 

Meanwhile, Roy steps into the familiar basement and spots Elizabeth lounging by the pool, wearing nothing but a sheer purple veil. She’s already got her “battle gear” on—talk about efficiency. 

“Teacher Elizabeth, you ready?” 

Elizabeth doesn’t answer, just beckons him with a finger. 

Roy instantly shifts into his ghost wolf form, lunging at her for a surprise attack. But Elizabeth’s ready, conjuring an illusion just before he grabs her, making him miss. 

Splash! The real Elizabeth dives into the pool, moving like a mermaid. 

She’s definitely been practicing her swimming! 

After nearly losing to Roy in their last water fight, Elizabeth’s competitive streak kicked in, and she’s been secretly training to take him down fair and square. 

What a sly demon queen. 

But Roy’s not one to back down. Whether he’ll win or not, they’ll have to fight it out. 

“What’re you standing there for? Get in here!” Elizabeth calls, growing impatient. 

“Coming, Teacher Elizabeth!” 

Roy shifts into his demon form and leaps into the pool, his massive frame hitting the water like a depth charge, sending up a huge splash. 

“Hey! What are you—” 

Elizabeth’s words are cut off as Roy silences her with a kiss. 

Then it’s all about loading the ammo and cocking the gun. 

It’s a while before Elizabeth’s mouth is free again. 

“Phew! Little Roy, is it just me, or are you getting more charming?” 

Elizabeth’s sharp, picking up on Roy’s growing allure. Even a demon queen like her is struggling to resist. 

Watching Alyssa eat earlier had already gotten her worked up, which is why she was so quick to “invite” Roy for this session. 

“Teacher Elizabeth, isn’t that a good thing?” 

Elizabeth’s expression is mixed—part delight, part worry. She strokes Roy’s cheek, her face flushed. 

“I just… I’m starting to feel like I can’t live without you.” 

For a normal woman, that’s no big deal. But for a demon queen, it’s a fatal flaw. If other demon kings find out, they could use it against her. 

“Teacher Elizabeth, don’t worry. I’ll be fine,” Roy assures her. 

“Oh, really, Little Roy? Then prove it with everything you’ve got.” 

Elizabeth slips a finger into Roy’s “speech module,” her eyes flashing with challenge. 

“As you wish, my queen!” 

Roy pulls her down to the pool’s depths, ready for an intense underwater showdown. 

Right at that moment, Alyssa sneaks into the basement and peers at the huge, round pool. Bubbles keep rising to the surface. 

Curious, she crouches by the edge, trying to see what’s happening. But the deep water hides everything, and all she notices is the pool occasionally trembling. 

After who-knows-how-long, Alyssa’s still there, waiting, until Demon Roy surfaces, holding Elizabeth. 

Elizabeth’s skin is bright pink, her eyes sporting heart-shaped pupils. She looks completely out of steam. 

“Little Roy, I’m done… I need a break,” she murmurs, biting her lip, looking like she might faint. 

“So, Your Majesty, how’d I do?” Roy teases with a smirk, shifting slightly. 

Elizabeth rolls her eyes. “You’re such a dork. Why do you need to hear it?” 

She refuses to say she’s “satisfied”—admitting that feels like admitting defeat. 

But Roy’s determined to hear it. It’s the ultimate conquest. 

“Your Majesty, if you don’t say it, I’m gonna start telling jokes.” 

Elizabeth snorts, giving him an exasperated look. “Fine, fine! You’re the best, okay? Such a childish guy.” 

She slips out of Roy’s grasp, drapes the purple veil over herself, and steps out of the pool—only to spot Alyssa crouching nearby. 

Alyssa’s eyes are full of curiosity, clearly wondering what Roy and Elizabeth were up to. 

Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. 

“Alyssa, wanna play a fun game with your daddy?” 

“Yes!” Alyssa answers without hesitation. 

“Then jump in the pool.” 

Splash! Alyssa dives in. 

Roy looks at Elizabeth, dumbfounded. “Teacher Elizabeth, what’s this about?” 

“Hehe! Helping you out! If you wanna truly win a succubus’s heart, you’ve gotta conquer her physically. Otherwise, some random jerk might swoop in and steal her.” 

Where’d this demon queen pick up internet slang like that? 

Alyssa, face flushed, clings to Demon Roy. In this form, Roy’s so massive that Alyssa looks like a kid by comparison. 

But she’s not scared at all. In fact, she boldly kisses Roy’s mouth. 

Yup, Alyssa’s been dying to know what a kiss tastes like. 

The young succubus melts into the kiss, and Roy’s not the type to let a meal slip away—especially not a willing one. 

Besides, there’s no actual blood relation between them. It’s all just a big misunderstanding. 

Still, Alyssa’s not as sturdy as Elizabeth, so to keep her safe, Roy shifts back to human form mid-kiss. 

By the poolside, Elizabeth conjures a beach chair and lounges, quietly enjoying the show. 

Alyssa’s lung capacity isn’t great, and after just a few minutes of kissing, she’s gasping for air. 

Roy gazes down at a dazed Alyssa, her face glowing with a flush. 

“Alyssa, you ready?” 

She seems to understand what’s coming and nods firmly. “Mhm!” 

“Here we go, then.” 

Alyssa’s had plenty of “baby milkshakes” before, but this method’s a first. 

Still, the effect’s the same—maybe even better. Roy notices a pink pattern forming on Alyssa’s stomach, giving her an oddly enchanting vibe. 

“PAPA, it’s so hot! I feel like I’m melting!” 

Their “battle” is getting weird. Alyssa’s skin is turning red again, like a boiled crab, just like last time. 

“Teacher Elizabeth, what’s going on?” Roy calls out. 

Elizabeth frowns, sitting up. “That’s odd. I fixed Alyssa’s issue before. Why’s this happening again?” 

“Stop looking for reasons and figure out a fix!” Roy snaps. 

He’s still “linked” with Alyssa, and the heat’s transferring to him through their connection. 

Worse, he can’t pull away—Alyssa’s in some strange state, locking onto him automatically. 

Sure, Roy’s strong enough to force her off, but that’d hurt her. 

“Don’t panic. Let me check you out,” Elizabeth says, placing a hand on Roy’s shoulder. 

Then she senses it—the Authority of Lust in Roy’s body. 

“How do you have the Authority of Lust?” 

“Got it from the King of Lust, obviously,” Roy replies. 

Elizabeth pieces it together. “That explains it. The Authority of Lust in you must’ve triggered Alyssa’s bloodline.” 

As Asmodeus’s heir, Alyssa has a faint trace of the Authority of Lust in her. Roy’s stronger version seems to have activated it, causing this reaction. 

“Is there a way to fix it?” Roy asks, veins bulging. Alyssa’s body is scorching. 

Her surface temperature could evaporate the pool water, let alone the even hotter internal heat. 

In human form, Roy’s heat resistance is only so-so, but turning into demon form risks overwhelming Alyssa. 

“It’s simple,” Elizabeth says. “Just hand over the Authority of Lust.” 

“Take it!” Roy says without hesitation. 

Chapter 325: A Thousand Miles in a Day 

Elizabeth looked at Roy in surprise. 

“Are you sure you want to hand over the Lust Authority to me? You don’t have much of it, but with this power, you could at least become a lord in Hell.” 

“Who wants to go to that awful place? Isn’t it better to stay in the human world?” 

His words made Elizabeth chuckle. 

“You’re right! Hell’s a boring dump, or I wouldn’t be here either. But I’m not taking your stuff for free, little Roy!” 

With that, Elizabeth leaned in, kissing Roy on the lips, drawing the Lust Authority out of his body. 

[You have lost the Lust Authority (Minor)!] 

[You have gained the Seed of Fear!] 

[The special ability Fear Domain and the special ability Seed of Fear can be fused. Would you like to proceed with the fusion?] 

No-brainer—fuse it now! 

[The special ability Fear Domain and the special ability Seed of Fear have fused into Fear Incarnate!]  

[Fear Incarnate: You are the primal darkness of this world. Whenever people think of you, they feel deep, unshakable fear!]  

Passive Ability: Greatly enhances intimidation, vastly expands the range and effectiveness of collecting fear emotions. Your fear magic can now affect any creature, even those without intelligence.  

Active Ability: You can now transform into the embodiment of fear itself. 

The upgraded ability was similar to Desire Incarnate, further boosting Roy’s combat strength. 

“Roy, your current power level is still low, but once it reaches a certain point, this world will start rejecting you. You’ll have to move to a higher realm, like Heaven or Hell,” Elizabeth said. 

Honestly, Roy had no interest in either place, but as long as his power kept growing, Earth would eventually push him out. 

“We’ll deal with that when the time comes. For now, let’s focus on the moment!” 

Like, for example, the moment with Elara in his arms. 

After losing the Lust Authority, Elara returned to normal. The little demon’s cheeks were flushed, completely lost in the joy of their “duo queue,” her lips letting out sweet, melodious sounds. 

Elizabeth, having gained a new Sin Authority, was thrilled. She stepped into the pool and wrapped her arms around Roy from behind. 

And so, an epic “trio queue” began. 

Roy, single-handedly facing two wicked demonesses, ultimately fell in battle. 

He couldn’t help it—his current physical condition was only slightly better than Elizabeth’s human avatar, the Sloth Queen. Elara was the final straw that broke the camel’s back, draining every last bit of Roy’s stamina. 

In the end, Elara’s “mouths” were fully satisfied, and she fell into a content slumber. 

“Roy, I think Elara might be ready to ascend. Why don’t you leave her with me for now? I’ll take care of her,” Elizabeth said. 

For once, she didn’t mock Roy’s defeat and even offered to help. 

Maybe it was because Roy handed over the Lust Authority without hesitation, touching her in some way. For a demon queen, “touched” might sound odd, but Elizabeth was definitely feeling something, making her unusually patient with Roy—so much so that she joined him and Elara in a “ranked match” for the first time. 

That was unheard of for the old Elizabeth. 

“Ascend? Why would Elara ascend? I didn’t do anything special,” Roy asked. 

“Succubi ascend differently from other demons. They need high-quality ‘milkshakes’ to level up. That’s why Hell’s succubi always cling to the strong—it’s the fastest way for them to ascend.” 

So that’s how it worked. 

Now that he thought about it, Roy had indeed fed Elara plenty of “milkshakes.” Her ascension made sense. 

“Alright, Professor Elizabeth, I’ll leave Elara with you. I’ve gotta head out.” 

Roy staggered toward the staircase, legs wobbly and dark circles under his eyes. 

Elizabeth smirked. “Little Roy, you look beat. Want to rest at the manor?” 

“No, no! I’ve got plans tonight!” 

Rest at Elizabeth’s manor? He’d probably get devoured alive! 

Thankfully, Elizabeth didn’t insist and let him leave. 

“Mr. Black, you look rough!” Claudia, waiting outside the manor, was shocked to see Roy. 

He’d gone in full of energy but came out looking half-dead. As a silicon-based lifeform, Claudia couldn’t fathom what had happened. 

“Don’t ask, Claudia! Just get me home—I need a nap!” 

With a flight to catch tonight, Roy had to recharge. 

He slept until evening when a phone call jolted him awake. 

“Hello, this is Roy.” 

“Roy, did you forget about tonight’s plans?” Jennifer’s voice snapped him out of his daze. 

“No way, I’m on it! Where are you? I’ll meet you now!” 

After a few hours of rest, Roy’s stamina was mostly back, but a new problem arose—he was starving. Hours of intense “exercise” had burned through his energy. 

Luckily, Philip and Sarah weren’t home, and Roy had emergency food stashed in his inventory. It was enough to tide him over until he could eat more on the plane. 

Around midnight, Roy, Jennifer, and the four Apocalypse Society witches arrived at Austin’s airport, boarding the Witches’ Union private jet. Even Bumblebee and Claudia were loaded on board. 

Three hours later, they’d land in Seattle, Washington. 

“Roy, three hours just sitting around is boring. Wanna do something?” Madison winked, clearly hinting at some adult fun. 

Roy shrugged. “I’m starving, not really in the mood.” 

Maria snapped her fingers. “Easy fix. There’s a chef on board—let’s get them cooking!” 

Rich people’s lives were something else—chefs on private jets. 

This plane wasn’t just a plane; it had a kitchen, a pool, a garage, a bar, bedrooms… a flying luxury mansion, offering extravagance at 30,000 feet. 

Roy was wealthy too, but his lifestyle hadn’t changed much. He just spent money without flinching now. Maybe he needed to learn from Madison and Serena about enjoying the high life—otherwise, what was the point of all that cash? 

The chef got to work, but Madison suddenly pulled Jennifer away. The five women vanished into a bedroom, up to who-knows-what. 

Roy didn’t think much of it, focusing on his food. He had a feeling tonight would be another exhausting one. 

Sure enough, mid-meal, the restaurant’s lights went out. 

Then, under nightclub-style neon lights, the four Apocalypse witches plus Jennifer strutted out of the bedroom like a fashion show, each wearing a sexy flight attendant outfit. 

Roy nearly choked on his food. The witches’ outfits were clearly a last-minute idea—none of them fit right. 

Jennifer, now six feet tall with a curvaceous figure, was bursting out of her uniform. Meanwhile, petite Madison’s outfit was comically oversized, giving her a clownish vibe. 

Thankfully, the dim lighting hid Roy’s amused expression from the five “flight attendants.” 

“Sir, I’m Madison Montgomery, your flight attendant. How can I assist you?” Madison, ever the actress, played her role convincingly despite the ill-fitting clothes. 

Roy grinned. Roleplay, huh? He was game. 

“Well, Miss Montgomery, my arms are a bit sore. Mind feeding me?” 

Madison hadn’t expected that request, but roleplay was roleplay. 

“Of course, sir!” 

With a sly glint in her eye, she took a bite of food from the plate, then used her mouth to feed Roy. 

Roy was caught off guard by her bold move, only realizing what was happening when the food reached his lips. 

Her tactic inspired the others. Maria opened a bottle of red wine, took a sip, and leaned in to “feed” Roy. 

Soon, the table was cleared, thanks to the flight attendants’ “assistance.” 

Roy wasn’t fully satisfied, but with the mood like this, who cared about food? 

“Sir, what other services would you like?” Madison and Maria perched on Roy’s lap, whispering in his ears. 

“Ever heard of an Eastern idiom, ‘a thousand miles in a day’?” 

The phrase stumped the five women, who looked confused. 

“Yee-what now?” Madison blinked. 

Before she could process it, Roy tore open her flight attendant skirt. 

“You’ll figure out what’s coming next!” 

Another grueling “flex queue” ensued. Counting the two souls sharing one body, Roy was up against seven opponents. 

It was a brutal test, especially since he’d just played a high-stakes trio match at noon, his body not yet fully recovered. 

The Apocalypse witches, being low-skill players, didn’t notice Roy’s fatigue. They weren’t strong enough to make him take them seriously. 

A little effort, and they’d be crying for mercy—especially Madison, who, despite her lack of skill, always rushed to be first, setting new records for fastest defeat yet never tiring of it. 

[Ding! Obtained Zoe Benson’s Conquest Chest! Open now?] 

Jennifer, whose physical stats were improving, noticed something. 

“You were with someone else today, weren’t you?” 

Roy gave an awkward smile. Jennifer was his official girlfriend, after all—he owed her some respect. 

But she wasn’t upset, just worried about his health. Whoever tired Roy out enough for dark circles had to be formidable. 

Her first guess was Elizabeth. 

“Was it Professor Elizabeth?” 

Roy nodded, and Jennifer paused. 

“Roy, your health comes first. Maybe we should call it a night.” 

“I’m fine. My body can handle it. I just didn’t expect both ‘matches’ to line up like this.” 

Too many women led to scheduling conflicts like this, but it was a one-time fluke. It wouldn’t happen again. 

“Then lie back and relax. Let me take care of things,” Jennifer said softly, pushing Roy down and transforming into a wild huntress. 

With 93 points in physical stats, Roy might look tired, but he still had some gas in the tank. 

Since Jennifer wanted to take charge, he wasn’t about to say no. 

Their connection was perfect, every “gallop” in sync, like rider and steed as one. 

[Ding! Obtained Jennifer Morgan’s Conquest Chest! Open now?] 

After about half an hour, Jennifer tapped out. Lilith was the last to step up. 

“Little master, wanna play something special?” Lilith purred, her attitude toward Roy growing more deferential since learning of his ties to the Sloth Queen. 

If her earlier “master” title was half-teasing, now she genuinely served Roy. 

She saw his potential and was betting big. 

“Special game? What’s that?” 

Lilith conjured pink ribbons, binding herself and suspending her in the air. She blindfolded herself with another ribbon. 

“Now, you can do anything to me.” 

“Anything?” Roy’s interest was piqued. 

Blindfolded, Lilith relied on her senses, heightening her awareness. Every move Roy made sent shivers through her. 

Hanging in the air, she swayed slightly with the plane’s motion—a truly unique setup. 

This was the real “thousand miles in a day”! 

“Lilith, here we go!” 

Biting her lip, Lilith’s face mixed anticipation and nervous excitement, irresistibly alluring. 

Roy didn’t keep her waiting, launching the battle with a powerful opening move. 

The fight ended, leaving the battlefield in chaos. 

With the plane about to land, Roy headed to the bathroom to splash water on his face. 

Looking at his haggard reflection, he gritted his teeth. 

“Worn out by wine and women—I’m a mess! Starting today, I’m quitting drinking!” 

Jennifer