Chapter 259 Venting Anger
No one in the future would want to make deals with him.
Besides, with Springtown gone, a full half of his wealth had gone with it.
Only two things had made it out of Spring Town.
The first was the subspace where the Magistris were formerly stationed.
This place was also his lab and carried special vials that he would later use on the half-borns in this new Arena to make them just as capable as the previous one.
These sets of vials were actually blood samples, semen, and other kinds of genetic samples.
They were the only things he had taken with him when he had to leave his Family.
Of course, the second thing that survived was the Paraglider.
However, something unexpected had happened.
It is said that on the night of the hell beast's capture, by some unknown means, the beast managed to escape.
It was suspected that someone had aided it.
However, the true baffling thing was that a creature of that size, spotable from practically every hill around, managed to get away.
If Cuban did not know any better, he would say that someone was plotting against him in secret.
Then again, demon circles were very complicated. This was most true when it came to the opportunity for benefits.
It was possible that one or two of the Arena masters were now plotting against him.
For now, he needed to vent, and so he did.
First, he started with the succubus, who was Basit's concubine.
This huge room formerly belonged to Basit.
It was wide and positioned at a point where the morning rays would hit just right to encourage an early rise whenever the Ivory curtains of the oval, nine-meter-high windows were open.
The room itself was at least a hundred meters wide.
It had exotic decorations that one would only expect to see in a king's room.
Whether it was the lighting in the room, which was bright and made possible by five chandeliers all in a pentagonal formation, or the patterns painted on the walls, it was all of royal taste.
At least the illusion of it.
Cuban had seen true royalty, but Basit was still very far from it.
However, it did bring Cuban to a certain understanding of why Basit always seemed to find trouble with him.
After all, a man's private space speaks plenty about his heart and the situations in his mind.
Living like royalty did not mean that he was one. It only displayed his desire to be one.
Unfortunately, one cannot become what he was not born to become.
The big, oval-shaped bed in the middle of the room was as wide as ten meters.
It was made to be harder than most. After all, Basit was a Reptoid.
His nature still affected his 'comfortable' taste.
Cuban was not like most demons.
As a blood Demon, he had incredible control over his erection. To add that to the incredible stamina of a demon in the Deep level, he was practically a walking sex god or something close to it.
He took the Succubus Concubine until she actually fainted.
Although it was true that her low cultivation led to her having a weak foundation,
However, it did not change the fact that this was still a Succubus.
In their very nature, they were the embodiment of sexual depravity.
And yet, she could not take the storm that Cuban brought with him.
After the mother was done, Cuban was without shame as he ordered the daughter into the room to take her place.
Such a thing is not at all new in this world.
A daughter and mother satisfying a man together was perfectly normal.
In fact, in most cases, there were many who would prefer to have them together.
However, Cuban had a frightening attention to detail that spread throughout his work life.
He'd rather have one at a time.
The Succubus mother was called Arizona, and the daughter was Areola.
Areola was every bit as incredibly beautiful as her mother, with a bewitching and alluring form that seemed to radiate an otherworldly allure. Her figure was a tantalizing combination of delicate curves and sinuous lines, drawing the gaze of anyone who dared to behold her. Her supple waistline gracefully led to the enticing swell of her hips, perfectly accentuating the natural sway in her mesmerizing stride.
The subtle yet captivating arch of her back seemed to invite the touch of wandering hands. Her slender, shapely legs carried her with an almost ethereal grace, her presence leaving a lingering sense of longing and desire.
Her enticing, siren-like voice held a velvety allure, and her mesmerizing eyes, sparkling with an otherworldly glint, could bewitch even the strongest of wills.
In her very essence, she embodied the embodiment of temptation itself, a creature that could effortlessly ensnare the desires and fantasies of those who fell under her spell.
She practically got nothing from her father except permission to be born into this world through the donation of his semen.
Cuban had her stripped for his eyes to admire.
Being a succubus, she was not exactly a shy girl.
Besides, Cuban was the new lord of the house.
Cuban was not aware of this, but at the moment, everyone was outdoing each other to win his favor.
After all, regardless of the things that had happened to him, Cuban still maintained an envied favor in Governor Momoa's eyes.
This was a Great demon, a step away from becoming a Greater Demon.
That was currently the top existence in this world.
To have his favor was like having the favor of the king of a country.
For this reason, this daughter tries to give him her best.
She had long vowed to herself that she would not easily give up like her mother did.
The moment she came into the room, after displaying her nakedness for Cuban to admire, she mounted the same bed her parents had once battled vigorously to birth her.
And then she turned to him, spreading her legs in invitation.
Cuban frowned at this.
He came closer to her, and like a chef flipping pancakes, he turned her around.
He lifted her from her waist up, ensuring her back arched just right, only supported by her head and hands on the bed.
Fortunately, she had a tail. A feature that her own mother lacked for ease of experience.
Without foreplay to ease into the event, he stormed inside her.
Involuntarily, her fingers instantly sank into the sheets.
He ravished her like he did her mother, never for a second, easing the storm the moment it started.
At first, it was her tail he pulled for support.
However, he soon lost interest in that as he leaned forward and yanked her hair backwards to bend her back even more and ease his pleasure.
(Author's note: there was a bit of a mix-up, but please note that chap: Bad Reputation is after the first meeting with Negative spirits. (Then comes Venting Anger before Domani's ways.))