Innocent Devil’s Harem Ch. 53

August 29, 2021

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- CHAPTER 53: Third-Eye -

After I bought Serenity a ring at the mall, and she proceeded to take me to the mall bathroom so we could have some privacy while I proposed to her, we found ourselves half-naked in front of the mirrors, my cock still buried inside her pussy from behind, both of us transformed after having passionately fucked.

None of that was inherently a problem though, since we were behind a locked door.

Instead, the issue was someone beginning to knock on the door, and when neither of us said anything, frozen in place, they began trying the handle.

“Just a minute!” Serenity finally said firmly, intentionally trying to sound irritated. But I knew better. Her scent was tainted with anxiety at the possibility that this person had heard us having sex, and that was the true reason they were knocking on the door.

However, surprisingly the individual in question grumbled to herself, and then proceeded on to the public restroom.

Serenity and I both let out a deep sigh, relaxing as we began to separate, with her moving to clean up the mess threatening to escape her snatch, while I simply pulled up my boxers and pants all the way. Of course, we were both going to smell like sex now, but I doubted the average human would notice.

After all, we’d both just taken a shower not long ago, and the scent wouldn’t be strong enough to penetrate our clothing for some time. If at all, since I knew what we’d done wasn’t even that uncommon, in terms of having sex and then going out in public without showering afterward. Quite a few people walked around smelling faintly of intercourse, and no one else seemed to notice.

Once Serenity was done wiping up what she could, already looking normal again, she pulled up her panties and jeans, only to hold up her left hand and focus on the delicate ring.

I couldn’t help but smirk at the affection in her deep brown eyes, moving closer to wrap my arms around her and plant a heavy kiss on her lips, loving the feel of her smooth black blouse against my skin.

She moaned softly as she wrapped her arms around my neck, only to pull away with a warm smile.

“I love you so much,” she whispered.

“Love you too,” I replied, only to grin again. “Now where to? Wasn’t expecting the family bathroom to be one of our stops, but now I’m curious what else you’ve got planned.”

She returned the grin. “Well, I admit I wasn’t initially planning on this, but I’m glad we did. Let’s go ahead and get out of here before anyone notices, and then we can figure out where to go next.” She paused when I smirked, realizing I was thinking dirty now. “Which store to visit next,” she clarified with another smile.

“Oh, so we’re going to do this in a store, huh? Kinky.”

She just shook her head, knowing I was teasing her, letting go of me as she looked around like she was double-checking that we had everything. But she hadn’t brought her purse with us, instead just having stuck her ID and credit card in her back pocket with her phone, so other than the fancy bag and empty ring box, there wasn’t anything else to grab.

She then gave me another affectionate smile before leading the way to the bathroom door.

We both paused at the door when we heard someone walking by again, probably the woman from earlier leaving the public restroom, waiting until she was in the main hall before opening it.

Thankfully, there was no one else around, so we were officially in the clear, having fucked without getting caught. However, the moment I stepped outside the door, I froze solid, hit again with that strange scent I’d noticed earlier.

A scent that was faint and brief.

One second it was there, and then it was suddenly gone just as fast, almost as if I’d imagined it.

Serenity had just been turning her head to look up at me, immediately noticing that something was up.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she whispered.

“That smell again,” I said simply.

Her deep brown eyes widened in surprise. “Think it’s coming from that person who knocked on the door?”

Now it was my turn to be surprised, although I realized I shouldn’t have been. Serenity obviously didn’t know that my nose was very powerful, and I could easily track down that woman even now, yet the odd scent, which I didn’t even know how to describe, had completely vanished.

“No, I can smell her scent. This was something different.”

“What does it smell like?” she wondered seriously, attempting to sniff the air herself. But of course, she didn’t notice anything, her senses still far from being as powerful as mine.

“You know, I actually have no idea how to describe it. Nothing even to compare it to.”

She frowned at that, her delicate brown eyebrows knitting together.

I sighed heavily, definitely curious myself about it, but having no idea how I might track down something that could vanish like that. Plus, even though it was strange, I didn’t want to spend all morning trying to solve a mystery that might not be anything too special to begin with.

This was supposed to be our first official date, and wasting it on something like that felt like a shame, especially when I couldn’t just ‘follow the scent.’

Taking a deep breath, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders.

“Don’t worry about it. The smell is completely gone, and I’d rather enjoy our date together.”

She sighed as well, only to nod as she wrapped her arms around my waist, and we began heading back to the main hall. She then let go, slipping out of my one-arm embrace to wrap her arms around my bicep instead, like she’d been doing before.

Like she’d also done occasionally when I was younger, pretty much as soon as I’d grown taller than her.

However, as we stepped into the main hallway and began walking the way we’d come, she spoke up again in a whisper.

“Hey, didn’t you say that Ms. Miriam helped you see sexual energy?”

I looked down at her in surprise, seeing her brow was furrowed again. “Well, I don’t exactly ‘see’ it, but yeah. What about it?”

“Well, I mean, what did she do to help you sense it?”

I frowned at that, realizing I’d never actually mentioned the third-eye thing to them. “Apparently some supernatural people naturally have an ability to sense things like magic and such. She called it a third-eye, but obviously it’s not really an eye. Although, now that you’ve said it like that, about me ‘seeing’ it, I suppose that is the closest comparison.”

Serenity immediately stopped in her tracks, tugging on my arm as she did so, which thankfully went mostly unnoticed since the only other couple in the vicinity were walking the opposite direction, and were already behind us on the other side of the hall.

“Are you sure the smell is a smell?” she said seriously.

My eyes widened in sincere surprise.

She continued. “I mean, when you sense sexual energy, you just said that it’s similar to seeing it. But if this third-eye thing isn’t truly a form of sight, then what if what you think you’re ‘smelling’ isn’t actually an odor in the air at all. Might be your third-eye picking up on something, and you’re just perceiving it as a smell because it’s something very different than the other things you’ve detected. Things that you might have associated with your sight before.”

I just stared at her, completely baffled. I mean, Serenity was a detective, and looking for clues and piecing together fragments of evidence to form theories was literally her job. And the fact that she was talented at it was partially why she was put on hard cases, despite her otherwise being inexperienced compared to the average detective, in terms of years in that type of position. But just the fact that she’d gone from so little information, to formulating an idea that might really be true, was sincerely impressive and astonishing.

And her theory really did seem plausible, because I could remember what Ms. Miriam said when I was trying to see the edges of the dimensional gate, suggesting that I was probably making the most common mistake of looking too much with my physical eyes…

And how the easiest solution would be to just close my eyes, but that she didn’t want to stay down there long, since the portal worked both ways, and that whatever was on the other side might sense our presence if we lingered for too long…

But I might have sensed it, if I’d just closed my eyes.

Serenity spoke up when I didn’t respond. “Want to try again?” she asked seriously, already letting go of my arm in preparation to turn around.

I sighed. “Yeah, I guess. I just didn’t want to ruin our date.”

She gave me an affectionate smile. “Kai, all that matters to me is that we’re together. I don’t care what we do, so long as it’s you and me.”

I returned the smile. “Love you, Ren.”

“Love you too,” she said warmly, grabbing my hand this time as she led me back toward the smaller hallway with the restrooms. The area was still vacant, so we walked right back up to the family restroom door, and I took a deep breath, smelling no unusual scents as I closed my eyes to try to focus on this new sixth sense I had.

Shockingly, I picked up on it again right away, now that I was focusing on the right sense, although I had to admit that it did still feel like a smell…

Just not a smell I was detecting with my physical nose, even if it was more similar.

And then, unexpectedly, I knew exactly what it was, except that the previous times I’d sensed it, the experience had been much different.

It was an aura, but not a normal one.

Previously, whenever I’d noticed someone’s aura, something Ms. Miriam said incubi couldn’t usually do, I did perceive it more as ‘seeing it,’ since it was actively shifting in response to the person generating it.

But this was different.

This wasn’t an aura directly emanating from a person.

It was an aura left behind by a person.

And the reason why I’d sensed it was because of the potency of the emotion, similar to how a scent might be much more noticeable the stronger it was.

However, while the metaphysical scent was faint, the unexpected emotions hitting me were decisively not. Similar to how I felt the potent sexual and gentle presence of Ms. Miriam -- which was the core to her aura, even as her emotions shifted -- I felt two distinct aspects of this aura, a permanent part and temporary part, left behind by powerful emotions.

Or rather, I suspected it was one emotion that triggered the release of this particular scent, that one simply being frustration.

And I only knew of one person who had recently been frustrated in this particular spot…

But from that single emotion of frustration, all the others followed, almost like a picture being taken, capturing the whole image, giving me a full sample of the entire aura, as if I was looking at it directly.

Agonizing pain, crushing defeat, overwhelming devastation, and absolute depression.

Yet, at the very core, the part that represented the stable aspect that wouldn’t change no matter what…

Defiance.

A defiance to continue on, no matter what.

A defiance to persist, no matter how bad it got…

To persist…

A spell?

Unexpectedly, my eyes widened in shock when I suddenly realized that I could think of a spell for this individual’s aura, to essentially verbalize their aura into words, almost like…

Almost like, calling it by its name.

Not a given name, but a real name.

Just like how I’d assigned a spell to create a flame, and just like I’d learned a healing spell from Ms. Miriam, I felt like this aura had a name.

And this aura’s name was…

My brow furrowed when I realized I didn’t know words that would wholly represent the core of what I was sensing. Like, I felt as if the best words to call it were Persistent Stubbornness, but that didn’t feel like it was the aura’s name. That might be what the name would translate to in my language, but I felt as if the true words to identify it would be something else entirely.

Something from an entirely different language.

Serenity finally spoke up, seeming overly concerned now. “What is it?” she whispered. “What do you feel?”

I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I’m not sure if I mentioned it before, but when Ms. Miriam opened my third-eye a little, I began to sense people’s auras.”

“Auras?” she said in confusion. “Like, emotions or something?”

“Yeah, kind of. There’s a part that doesn’t change easily, sort of like a person’s underlying scent, or overall appearance, and then there’s a part that shifts with a person’s emotions. So, imagine wearing a different perfume throughout the day, or just changing your clothes. Your scent and appearance overall stay the same, and don’t change easily, whereas the temporary part does, just like when you put on a new outfit.”

She nodded. “And I assume I have an aura then?”

I smirked. “Yeah, everyone does. Granted, usually my nose and hearing tip me off about a lot of things, but if someone seems anxious, I can gather more information from the aura. Like this morning, I knew you were aroused, but I might have actually been a little worried if I only paid attention to your heartrate and other cues, because overall you seemed anxious too. But your aura told me you were actually more excited than anything.”

“Kai,” she hissed, her face flushing. “Don’t just say things like that.”

“Which part?” I wondered with a grin, suspecting I knew.

“J-Just the…me being in the mood part. Jeez,” she scoffed.

I chuckled.

Only to sigh, followed by a frown.

She picked up on the implications of my expression. “So is the reason why you can sense this aura because it’s bad or something?”

I nodded, feeling a little somber now. “Yeah, not the permanent part. But the temporary part is pretty bad. Like, I think they’re in trouble, but I’m not sure what we could do about it.”

“Is it a guy or girl?” she wondered. “Or can you tell?”

I shrugged. “Well, no. Actually, I can’t really tell. Not from the aura itself. But the emotion that sort of ‘released’ this aura in this spot was frustration.”

Her deep brown eyes widened in surprise, even as she lowered her voice. “You think it might have been whoever knocked on the door?”

“Maybe,” I offered. “I mean, if she was feeling all these other emotions, then even a minor inconvenience could be really frustrating. Sort of like how people have a shorter fuse when they’re stressed.”

She nodded. “So then, it is a girl?” she tried clarifying, since I’d just said ‘she.’

I inclined my chin. “Yeah, she only made a noise in her throat, but I could tell the person was female. And I mean, technically I know which scent is hers, still lingering in the air. That alone would be enough to tell me that she was female too, even if she hadn’t made a noise.”

Serenity nodded again. “Let’s find her then,” she said seriously. “Scope her out at least.”

I sighed heavily. “And do what?” I wondered. “Like, I can’t exactly do anything for her. Whether it’s something like an abusive relationship or something similar, there’s no way I can help.”

She mimicked my sigh. “Kai, this is what I do for a living. I get put on domestic abuse cases all the time, and if I don’t try to help now, she might show up on my desk in the next week -- or maybe next month -- except as pictures of a dead body.”

Of course, I knew that. I was well aware what her job entailed.

But I supposed I was just viewing this situation from my perspective, in terms of me personally not being able to do much for this individual. Because I did hear things every once in a while. Really bad things. But I couldn’t come to everyone’s rescue.

I mean, what exactly was I supposed to do? Break into people’s houses? Call the cops, and then end up becoming a suspect when they realized it was always the same number tipping them off?

Not to mention, it wouldn’t solve the problem.

Not when the victim chose to stay in the situation.

Literally, I didn’t have the time in the day to try to save everyone from every abusive situation they found themselves in, possibly due to their own bad choices.

I’d learned that long ago, when I was really young.

But Serenity was right.

She was a detective, and while I might not be able to offer help, she possibly could. Or she could at least let the woman know she had options. That the police would be willing to help her.

Kind of felt like a lost cause, since this female was walking around in broad daylight, by herself, without someone breathing down her neck or anything. And yet, she wasn’t leaving whatever situation she’d found herself in.

Or maybe all the emotions I felt weren’t even from domestic abuse. Possibly someone she knew died recently, and she felt defeated because she couldn’t do anything about losing them. That didn’t exactly explain the agonizing pain part, which felt truly like it was caused by physical pain, unless she’d been in a car accident or something, and was the only survivor.

Hard to say.

Or at least, it would be, until I laid eyes directly on her aura.

For all I knew, it could also be that she was being blackmailed or something, though seeing her aura certainly wouldn’t give me that kind of information.

I took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, seeing that Serenity was ultimately leaving it up to me. Not surprising, since her nose wasn’t powerful enough yet to do the trailing on her own, though I doubted she’d run off anyway, since we were on a date and all.

“I guess we’ll have to go on another date soon,” I commented. “To make up for this one.”

She looked surprised. “Oh.” She paused. “I’m sorry, Kai. I wasn’t trying to ruin our date.”

I shook my head. “I mean, it’s not really ruined for me. But this definitely feels like we’re at least putting a pause on it.”

She sighed, not responding.

“Okay,” I finally said decisively, sticking out my arm slightly. “Let’s go see if we can find her.”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around my offered gesture, and then walking with me back down the short hallway toward the main one. We then began heading toward the center area with all the jewelry stores, only for the lingering scent to turn sooner than I was expecting, appearing as if the person in question had gone into a woman’s clothing store, focused on younger adults.

In the front display case, there was a mannequin dressed in all leather, including a leather jacket, leather pants, and even a leather-looking camisole shirt…right next to another mannequin dressed in a flowery spring dress, with a matching sun hat…

I supposed it had barely even been five or ten minutes since this person first knocked on the bathroom door, so kind of made sense she hadn’t gone far, especially with this particular shop so close to where we were.

“So what’s the plan?” I whispered, pausing before stepping into the store.

“I guess, let me try to approach her. It’s going to be awkward either way, but at least she shouldn’t feel threatened by me.”

I frowned at that, but fully understood her reasoning, simply nodding in agreement.

We then proceeded inside the brightly lit space, passing a few more mannequins with clothes on display, as well as several tables with folded jeans and less fashionable shirts. However, the scent was leading us to the side and then more toward the back down an isle. The setup of this place was a little different than the average clothing store, with there being metal racks that held clothing in three rows high, to the point that someone would need a tool to reach the upper row of hanging shirts and dresses.

But that just meant that the store wasn’t ‘open concept,’ in the sense that we could see someone from all the way from the other side.

On the contrary, I began slowing down as my hearing picked up on the couple of shoppers in the near vicinity, concerned we were going to turn the corner and be practically right on top of her.

And sure enough, after verifying that one woman looking herself over in an isle mirror wasn’t our target, we turned another corner just in time to see someone coming out of a dressing room, causing me to stop in my tracks.

The area had two tall metal shelf-like walls forming a V-shape that made this area look square, the space filled with individual racks of clothing that were just high enough that you could only see the top of someone’s head as they moved passed them.

But that was enough.

All I saw was her aura, coupled with a flash of dark blue, and that was it.

Enough for me to react.

Suddenly, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end, and my body began turning gray underneath my clothing on its own volition, my hair threatening to turn white, all my instincts suddenly on high alert, tipping me off that something wasn’t normal here.

Or rather, that something was supernatural here.

I reached out to grab Serenity’s arm before she could try to get away, though I knew I hadn’t even confirmed it was this person yet, my eyes feeling like they were about to shift as I focused down at my companion, seeing that she was unaffected by whatever I was feeling.

Unaffected, but definitely confused.

She gave me a concerned and questioning look, but I just shook my head, deciding to take the lead now. Because her plan to talk to this person wasn’t going to be sufficient anymore. Not when I didn’t know what we were dealing with.

Would I have noticed if my third-eye was still shut?

And why was I reacting this way now?

What was I sensing that was making me anxious and alarmed?

Of course, Serenity was still confused, but fell in step behind me, walking quietly at my side as we both headed toward the blue-haired girl, obviously dyed, who had just walked around the corner on the other side of the V-shape metal walls, sounding like she was beginning to sift through a rack of shirts.

Nothing about her movements felt aggressive, angry, or otherwise upset, as if her exterior was a perfectly presentable facade to hide what lie within, but without a doubt it was her. Because, even if she could hide what she was feeling outwardly, her aura couldn’t be hidden.

Honestly, I wasn’t even sure how to handle this situation, or what I might say to her, knowing Serenity truly would be the better pick. But I was also now fully committed to taking the lead on this one, even if this chick did perceive me as a threat.

Because I’d never reacted like this to another person before.

Was it because she was a threat?

But she didn’t exactly feel like a threat. And yet, my body was clearly on high alert, all my senses feeling even more heightened now, as if the core of my existence instinctively knew something that I didn’t understand. But what? What was my body warning me about?

Why was it freaking out?

Why was my heart racing?

Was it possible that I was sensing a threat that she was somehow connected to? Rather than she herself being the threat?

When we slowly passed the corner she’d gone around, I was finally able to lay eyes directly on her, taking in her appearance as she continued to casually sift through the shirts, pausing occasionally to look at one more fully, before moving on.

She looked like a chick straight out of a heavy metal rock band.

Blue hair -- which was slightly curled and nearly pitch-black near the top of her head, becoming much more vibrant halfway down -- coupled with a leather jacket over a black dress that did nothing to hide her toned thighs, the material appearing almost sheer just past her rear.

Honestly, she almost looked half naked, with how much of her legs were showing.

She then had on military-style boots, and a ton of bracelets on her wrists, one of which had a delicate metal chain that ran from a leather bracelet on her right wrist to a similar leather ‘ring’ on her middle finger. And then, from the way her hair was tucked over her ear, I could see that she had two diamond studs in, otherwise not appearing to be wearing any jewelry.

But I barely absorbed her overall thin figure in my peripheral vision, my focus mostly on her face.

Her jawline was chiseled and defined like what I’d expect to see from a magazine model, her full lips having a slight shine from lip gloss, while her light brown eyes were surprisingly made to look even lighter by the dark makeup around her eyes.

However, I wasn’t mostly focused on her face just because she was pretty or something.

I mean, she was attractive.

But it was instead the fact that, before I really had a chance to look past her defined cheeks and blue hair, it was as if she’d reacted to me, her dark blue eyebrows furrowed, even as she paused what she was doing, the reaction so quick that it was as if she’d frozen in place.

And thus, between the three of us, it was now silent. As if we were in our own little world.

She then spoke up before I could, her voice a little more hoarse than I was expecting, though still very feminine, kind of sounding like she really was a heavy metal rock singer who was constantly on the verge of losing her voice from her screamo performances.

“If you work here,” she said firmly, not looking at me. “I don’t need any help. And if you don’t work here, then fuck off. Not interested.”

I frowned at that, but not because she told me to fuck off.

It was because, despite her words, I felt a pang of fear spike through her aura, and not fear for herself. No, she wasn’t afraid of me at all.

Instead, she was afraid for me.

She was afraid…for me.

I decided to be blunt, speaking before I had a chance to think my words through.

“Who’s hurting you?” I demanded in a low voice, barely above a whisper. I felt Serenity grab my arm tighter, likely wishing I’d been a bit more thoughtful about my approach, but I ignored her.

Instantly, the girl’s anxiety spiked through the roof, even as she grabbed a hold of the collar of her jacket, as if she was trying to hide something she assumed I saw, like a bruise or something. And the anxiety was so powerful that it was nearly overriding everything else I sensed in her aura, with suddenly everything about her scent radiating it as well.

Radiating panic.

“Fuck,” she whispered in alarm. “Just walk away. Please, just walk away.” She then raised her voice, still not looking at me, but sounding even more panicked. “Just get the fuck out of here. Now. You don’t understand what you’re getting involved with. Fuck, they’re coming. Just walk the fuck away.”

“Who’s coming?” Serenity unexpectedly demanded, stepping more toward my side.

The girl immediately looked at her with wide eyes, focusing in our direction for the first time, almost seeming shocked that someone else was with me, followed immediately by horror and alarm. She then finally focused on me specifically, all that determination within her appearing all at once, her tone suddenly demanding.

“If you give even two fucks about the well-being of your bitch, then get her the fuck out of here. Right now.”

“We can help,” Serenity blurted out.

The chick focused on her again. “No. You fucking can’t. Now leave me the fuck alone.”

“I’m a cop,” Serenity continued more firmly. “I can get you help.”

The girl suddenly looked shocked all over again, only for her to turn her head away, her shoulders slumping in defeat as she literally closed her eyes. Everything about her posture was suddenly one of surrender, as if there was now nothing she could do to prevent from whatever she believed was about to happen.

As if she’d suddenly realized that we weren’t going to just walk away, like she demanded, thus sealing our own fate. As if the fact that Serenity was a cop meant we were officially fucked, and there was nothing this chick could do to stop it.

So all she could do was close her eyes and try to protect herself mentally while whatever happened unavoidably transpired.

Only one word escaped her lips, just prior to her falling completely silent.

A word that embodied the defeat and now regret she felt.

“Fuck,” she whispered simply.

I already knew that her concern wasn’t entirely unwarranted though, and that her claim that ‘they’ were coming wasn’t a lie. Because I could hear a small group of heavy footsteps walking much too quickly down the wide hallway to be normal, to the point that by the time that I grabbed Serenity’s arm in warning that we were about to have company -- just before she tried speaking to the girl again -- they were already entering the store, wading through the racks of clothing as if they knew exactly where this chick was.

As if they knew her exact location.

She’d been by herself previously, walking to the restroom of her own accord, and probably entering this store for the first time of her own accord. And yet there was obviously a group who had some way to track her with perfect accuracy, to the point that she wouldn’t even think to run away, knowing she’d be found no matter where she went…

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, as the group rounded the corner together.

Or rather, I suppose that I did have an idea of what to expect, thus making it somewhat unsurprising when a whopping five guys came into sight.

Problem was, it was a bunch of nerdy guys.

A bunch of nerds, all of them lean and skinny, but with scowls on their faces as if they thought they were the star athletes of the football team, like they were top dog and everyone else was beneath them.

And also, as if…

As if, they didn’t particularly like that someone might be trying to mess with their ‘plaything.’

No, on the contrary, there was murder in their dark eyes.

There was homicide and bloodlust in their auras.

And suddenly, I had an idea of why this Rockstar magazine model might be afraid for me.

She thought I was going to be murdered.

And, that my ‘bitch’ was going to be forced into being a fuck-toy like she clearly was.

That realization alone pretty much settled it for me.

I couldn’t risk exposure, but no way in hell was I letting these bastards walk away with either woman. No way in hell.

And if it came down to it, I’d kill them all before they even had a chance to blink an eye.

Exposure be damned.

Exposure be fucking damned.

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