Several days had passed since Thomas began his disguise as "Hill-sensei." During the day, he was a charismatic teacher, patiently navigating teenage drama and the complexities of English grammar. He used his position to continuously observe his primary targets in the Occult Research Club, noting their habits, their occasional power leaks, and the relationships between them. He was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and the flock was completely unsuspecting.
However, when night fell, the wolf hunted. His communication with Viser remained his top priority. On the third night of his first week, the report he had been waiting for finally arrived.
Master, I've tracked the anomaly stalking the brown-haired student, the message from Viser read. Target is a female stray devil. Her power level is low, but she's fast and cunning. I got close enough to see details. Her tongue occasionally flicks out... and it's forked like a snake's. Her skin appears pale and dry. She smells of old dust and reptiles. She's obsessed with the boy's energy but too cowardly to approach.
A Lamia, or something close to it. A perfect target. A female predator, isolated, and most importantly, possessing supernatural power he could acquire.
"She has a pattern," Thomas continued, typing his reply. "Where is she most vulnerable?"
District Three, Master. In the secluded back alleys. She uses the sewers and passageways to move.
"I have a location for our stage," Thomas typed. "An old, abandoned public bathhouse, two blocks east of her route. Close enough to draw her attention, remote enough for privacy." His plan was the same as before, but this time, his objective was clear and aligned with his system's rules.
"Tonight, at her usual time, go near the bathhouse," he commanded Viser. "Release a tiny burst of your devil energy, just a flicker. Enough to make her think there's an intruder in her hunting ground. A predator won't ignore a challenge in its own territory, no matter how small."
That night, Thomas waited inside the abandoned public bathhouse. The air was cold and damp, carrying the scent of mildew and decay. Pale moonlight illuminated the cracked tiles and the empty pools filled with dirty, blackened rainwater. It was a perfect lair for a monster, and tonight, a bigger monster was waiting.
Just as planned, he felt a brief, sharp pulse of devil energy from a distance. The bait had been thrown. Less than five minutes later, a lithe, swift shadow slipped into the bathhouse. Her movements were fluid and almost silent, her body held low to the ground. She paused in the center of the room, her head moving left and right, her forked tongue flicking out momentarily to "taste" the air.
"Whoever's there," she hissed, her voice raspy and dry. "Show yourself. The prey around here is mine."
"Yours?" Thomas's calm voice broke the silence. He stepped out from the shadows of a changing room, his hands relaxed in his pockets. "I believe there's been a misunderstanding of ownership here."
The Lamia devil spun around, her serpentine, gem-like eyes widening at the sight of a human. She sneered, revealing slightly elongated fangs. "A human? You have great nerve to come here. Or perhaps you're just foolish."
She lunged without further warning, her body shooting forward with incredible speed. Her hands, tipped with sharp black nails, aimed directly for Thomas's neck.
But Thomas was no longer an ordinary human. Thanks to his Minor Physical Enhancement, the attack that would have been fatal now seemed slow. With an almost lazy motion, he swatted aside the attacking hand, deflecting its trajectory. At the same time, he stepped forward, moving inside the woman's guard.
He clamped a hand around the Lamia's throat, lifting her effortlessly off the ground. The devil's legs kicked in the air, her other claws scraping desperately at Thomas's arm, but only producing a squeaking sound on his now incredibly tough skin. The Lamia's face shifted from predatory confidence to pure shock and terror. This human... shouldn't be this strong.
BAM!
Thomas slammed her against the cracked tiled wall. The tiles shattered on impact, and the Lamia crumpled to the floor, coughing and gasping. The fight couldn't even be called a fight. It was a subjugation.
"Done playing?" Thomas asked, walking closer to her.
The devil tried to scramble backward, her eyes filled with terror. "What... what are you?"
Thomas crouched in front of her, pushing aside her disheveled hair to reveal her terrified face. He gripped her chin, forcing her serpentine eyes to meet his cold blue ones. He activated his system. Target Acquisition Mode Active.
"I am your new owner," Thomas whispered, pouring his will through the Hentai App.
The last vestiges of defiance in the Lamia's eyes shattered. The terror was replaced by emptiness, which then rapidly filled with deep, unwavering adoration. Her tense body relaxed, and she gazed at Thomas as if he were the only source of light and warmth in this cold world.
{Target successfully controlled.}
{Adding to list. Controlled Individuals: 3 (Name: Seris - Lamia Stray Devil).}
"You are mine now, Seris," Thomas said, his voice low and commanding. He could feel a new power pulsating beneath the woman's skin, a gift waiting to be claimed. "You will serve me with your body, and in return, I will take your power. This is our first transaction."
"Yes... my Lord," Seris whispered, her voice husky with the new emotions overwhelming her. Every word from Thomas was absolute truth, every desire of his was Gospel. "My body is yours... take all you wish."
Thomas pulled her to her feet and led her deeper into the ruined bathhouse, to one of the large, empty, and dry pools. He roughly pushed her against the cold tiled wall. The damp air felt heavy, carrying a strange scent of decay that oddly fit the primal atmosphere of what was about to happen. Under the moonlight shining down on them, Thomas tore Seris's flimsy dress, revealing the pale body beneath. Parts of her skin still had a faint, scaly sheen, a remnant of her true nature now completely subjugated to Thomas's will.
He turned Seris around, pressing her against the cold wall. His hands gripped her hips roughly, pulling her back. His perfectly erect penis pressed against the cleft of her buttocks. Seris gasped, not from fear, but from overwhelming anticipation. "My Lord..." she moaned, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Silence," Thomas commanded, and Seris instantly fell silent, only her heavy breathing audible.
Without further warning, Thomas pushed inside. Seris's vagina, already drenched, welcomed him with ease. She gasped loudly as Thomas filled her in one powerful, deep thrust. The sensation was incredible; the cold of the tiles before her and the heat of her master's penis filling her from behind. The wet slap of their skin echoed in the empty bathhouse, a crude, demanding rhythm. Thomas moved with controlled force, each thrust an assertion of his dominance. He could feel Seris's body tremble beneath him, surrendering completely to the sensations. Suppressed moans escaped her lips, a symphony of adoration and pure pleasure. Sweat began to bead on her back, its scent mingling with the strange aroma of dust and ozone from the devil's body.
After a while, Thomas pulled out and turned her around. He pushed her to her knees on the dirty tiles. Seris's eyes stared at his thick, pulsing penis with awe. "Have me, my Lord," she pleaded. Thomas just stared at her coldly before pushing her back down, this time from the front. He lifted one of her legs, placing it on his shoulder for a deeper angle, and slammed into her again. This time he could see Seris's face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth slightly agape as sighs of pleasure escaped ceaselessly.
Thomas's passion peaked. With a low growl, he released himself deep within Seris's womb. A hot, thick wave of semen flooded her, and he felt her body convulse around his penis, her orgasm triggered by her master's release. Thomas remained inside her for a moment, feeling the last throbs of her climax, before withdrawing. Thick semen streamed out of Seris's swollen vagina, dripping onto the dirty tiles below.
It was then that the awaited notification appeared.
{Conditions for ability acquisition fulfilled.}
{Analyzing target: Seris (Lamia Stray Devil).}
{Copyable abilities detected:
1. Poison Immunity (Minor).
2. Thermal Vision.
3. Regeneration (Low-Level).}
The choice. The most strategic option. Regeneration. Choice: Regeneration (Low-Level).
A soothing warmth spread throughout his body, healing the fatigue of a long day and replenishing his stamina.
{Acquisition successful. New ability [Regeneration (Low-Level)] has been acquired.}
Thomas stood, gazing at his new servant lying on the floor, exhausted, satisfied, and utterly submissive. He had his third power. "Stand," he commanded. Seris immediately rose, attempting to straighten the remnants of her clothing. "You will now work under Viser. She will be your superior. You will follow her every command as if it came from me. Understand?"
"Yes, my Lord. Completely," Seris replied without hesitation.
Thomas turned and walked out of the dark bathhouse, leaving his new servant to await Viser's arrival. He now had two agents in the underworld, a small intelligence unit completely loyal. His power was growing, his resources expanding. Slowly but surely, he was building his own empire, one piece at a time.