Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Chapter 124: The Devil Behind the Curves (***)

Disarming, provocative but oh so consuming, Mithras' voice was like a choir of drum-beating beasts and singing angels in the female students' ears. Celestia was no different, her heart rate speeding up even as her mood soured at Mithras' appearance.

Handsome? Oh, yes. Unparalleled? Maybe. But light? The Sun?

Why was it that so many saw light and transcendent perfection in that man? Celestia couldn't understand, because from the moment she'd first gazed at him trading mountain-destroying blows with the legendary Blood Emperor, Celestia could tell…that the man now sitting on Springtime City's throne was…a beast--plain and simple! Read the full story at m-vl-em,pyr

Those were the eyes of a beast, a lawless and ferocious monster biding its time as it waited for the day it'd be unleashed on the world to ravage all in creation!

The Devil doesn't come under the guise of a monster. He hides behind the light, tricking the careless with beauty and swagger. And so to Celestia, no matter how handsome or seductive, Mithras was the Devil. The breathing incarnation of evil!

[Perfected Oblivion: Mandala Opening]

Mithras stepped forward, and to Celestia's shock, the scenery changed—becoming a world of burning wheels, angelic monsters, and solar chariots racing across large portraits and emanations of the Sun.

If the likes of Heruka were here, they'd recognize this place as…a paradise! The first hand-made paradise, crafted through various transmutations of Solar Genesis: The Astral Paradise!

At least, it looked the part. To Mithras, however, this place was just home. The isolated plane of existence that only a Perfected Being could condense: The Mandala!

Here, only the Perfected can use Divine Secrets and offensive abilities. And as if that's not bad enough, they can also outright ban abilities they don't approve of, effectively making them invincible in their Mandala.

Mithras' mastery of the Mandala Opening, however, was only at the embryonic stage—flawed and unable to suck in Gurus with significantly higher Sid levels than him—much less ban their abilities. Sadly for Celestia, she didn't belong to that elite club, unable to fight back and at Mithras' mercy.

The psychological impact of being unable to use most of her abilities didn't, making the Jade-Faced Queen flounder like a fawn.

"What's wrong, dear little niece? You were so talkative just a moment ago. Now it looks like the cat got your tongue.

My, oh my…guess the 'Measly Playboy' effect really can't be underestimated," Mithras said with a cheerful tone, his words and look instantly rubbing Celestia the wrong way.

"We're the same age, dandy prince. Really want to play the uncle card with me? Praise the Lord shame doesn't kill, or you'd be six feet under already," Celestia clapped back, facing Mithras with a surprisingly defiant look.

"Well…technically I'm 13,200 and will be over 500,000 years old by the end of the year, so…"

"…"

"Oh, relax. Can't take a joke? What kind of stuck-up thing are you? I'm wasting precious seconds that could be spent on Celestia, Akamana, my girls, the Azi broads, anyone but you. So at least give me something to work with."

"I am…Celestia?"

"You are? Oh damn. The deception is deep...and my disappointment immeasurable," Mithras said in a sad yet leisurely tone, walking past Celestia as she reeled from a barrage of emotional damage.

"Hold…still!" Having never suffered such a series of setbacks in her life, Celestia snapped at last, unleashing her Majesty!

"Ain't no way you're trying Majesty with m—holy…wow," the Majesty trick couldn't accomplish much before Mithras—much less in his Mandala. But as the Human Aphrodisiac turned heels, he was shocked to see that Celestia's aura had undergone extreme changes.

Her appearance changed as well, her ocean-blue eyes turning scarlet while her hair lengthened, falling down her calves as her curls dangled with a will of their own.

The Jade-Faced Queen's curves had never been more prominent, stretching her shirt and skirt outfit to the limit. A sweet and alluring pink fragrance poured out of the temptress' pores, coiling her form alongside strands of sanguine flames as she ambled at Mithras.

The face was no doubt a marvel. The figure unmatched. And yet it was those sinful curves that stood out the most. Before such assets, even trained monks and eunuchs would drool and reach for the bouncy jugs. Mithras was neither monk nor eunuch and had to admit he couldn't blame Celestia's fallen fiancés for falling for the trap.

Yeah, as Celestia's squishy and elastic breasts pressed into him, her sparkling ruby eyes staring into his violet hues, Mithras came to a simple conclusion: the Devil is double cheeked up.

Yeah, when the Devil appears to trick and mislead honest men, he surely takes the shape of an irresistible bombshell with enough sex appeal to corrupt the braves of a nation. Celestia was that bombshell. The Devil behind the curves. In Mithras' eyes…the incarnation of evil!

That sultry and tantalizing evil now wrapped her arms around Mithras' waist, provoking him with a stimulating squeeze as the allure of her scent peaked.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Still feeling deceived and disappointed?" Celestia asked in a triumphant tone, sending Mithras' previous words back with twice the sass.

Once she unleashed herself and revealed the true splendor of her divine charm, Celestia was indeed a walking bomb of sex appeal—so stimulating that no male could resist the thirst. And once Mithras' thirst took over, Heruka would return, putting everything on the line to prevent Mithras from spoiling his chosen.

Alas…as Celestia's words trailed, and her smile brightened, Mithras shook his head, facing Celestia with the look of a teacher about to admonish his misbehaving student.

"I'm just thinking you're incomparably fearless. Dunno if your aunty warned you but…I am actually an aphrodisiac: the Human Aphrodisiac.

You're playing a very silly and dangerous game here girl, and in the word of wiser men, you're about to get fucked up," Mithras said, brushing Celestia's hair to the side as her pulse quickened for no apparent reason—going up so fast that she felt close to a heart attack.

"3…2…1…" Mithras counted, and the moment he hit zero, Celestia felt as if a bomb had detonated from inside her chest, blasting through her body, soul, and bringing her to her knees.

The Jade-Faced Queen entered a catatonic state, jaw-dropped and eyes rolling back as she convulsed nonstop—holding Mithras' legs for dear life.

The Human Aphrodisiac's pheromones and scent had leveled up to perfection—suppressed 24/7 to avoid driving random gals insane and turning his city into a horror show. But once Celestia abused her divine charm to trigger Mithras' arousal, the seal broke down—flooding the Jade-Faced Queen with a barrage of the most potent male pheromones in creation.

The result? Poor Celestia couldn't stop convulsing on Mithras' legs, her juices leaking like a breaking dam as her eyes rolled back in a rapid-fire series of overwhelming orgasms.