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TRDLoL: Ch.21: Demon Eye Skill Activated?
🕑 Added 2025-02-16 21:39:41 +0000 UTC"Hey Master!... Before you have your fun. I think we should grab those two uncorrupted ladies and turn them into sex slaves! It will strengthen your bonds with your minion," Eve said as she pointed out the two women who were talking with each other at the stern of the ship. Grace wasn't having any of it from Marilyn or Fiona and was trying to find a way out.
Laila snapped back to reality as she realized she was acting like a harlot. 'GAH! What am I doing!? Chase probably thinks I'm some kind of desperate woman! He's going to hate me now... I'm so embarrassed,' Laila thought as she moved away from Chase and straightened out her armor.
Chase glared at the Floating Grimoire as it just cock blocked him by asking the most absurd question. But a part of him was a little grateful for stopping him as he wanted to treat her right. Doing it in the open on a ship wasn't ideal, but he still wasn't happy about it.
"Eve?... What gave you the idea that I would ever want to have sex slaves?" Chase asked through gritted teeth while his right eye was twitching with frustration.
The floating Grimoire "shrugged" its shoulders, "It's a good idea because your army is too small, and those women would be perfect additions to it, Master."
Chase buried his face in his left hand, a wave of frustration washing over him. With a dramatic sigh that echoed his exasperation, he slowly dragged his hand down to reveal an expression that screamed disapproval, as if to say he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. 'Don't get mad at her... She only knows how to get stronger by cruelty and corruption. Eve just doesn't know any better. I just have to be patient with her and guide her,' Chase thought.
"Look, Eve, I'm not interested in turning anyone into mindless slaves. I'm not that desperate to force women into having sex with me so I can survive. I only want women to have sex with me because they love and desire me. So, no. Absolutely not. Got it?" Chase said firmly.
Laila blushed, her heart racing in her chest. 'Did he just say he wants someone to love him?... Was he going to say that he loved me?... No, no. He just said I was smart, strong, funny, and loyal... T-That doesn't mean he loves me. Gah! I'm overthinking this again!'
"I-I got it, Master," Eve replied, lowering her head in shame.
Chase felt bad for scolding her and tried his best to make her feel better by patting the floating book on the cover. "Hey... I appreciate that you want to help, Eve... But I don't want to force anyone to become my soldier or disciple. Forcing someone will lead to trouble down the road. They need to come to me on their own accord. And besides, I already have some really amazing women that I want to help," he said gently.
Both Eve and Laila felt a shiver run down their spines as his words washed over them. Their hearts fluttered in unison, the tenderness in his tone soothing their wounded pride.
'H-How do I know if I can make him fall in love with me?... Gods! I should have listened to my mother about these things,' Laila thought, a mixture of emotions swirling within the female knight's head.
Eve was getting embarrassed by how her master was being soft on her, but she was feeling strange every time she felt him touch her. She didn't know why, but the idea of having his fingers going through her pages made her core hot, and a part of her wanted him to touch her more. The Grimoire had been around for millennia, and no other Demon Lord had treated her like this. It was new and strange, yet it excited her and scared her.
'M-Master is doing something to me!? I-I know I don't have his permission, but I need to get away from him before I feel like I'm going to explode!' Eve thought as she pulled herself away from her master's firm and yet gentle fingers.
"Humph! F-Fine! If you want to do things the wrong way, then you can deal with it on your own, Master! I was only trying to help you and be a good familiar," the Floating Grimoire said quickly to distract Chase as she flew straight into his chest, and before he could react, Eve magically absorbed herself into his body.
"Whoa! Huh?..." Chase was touching his chest to see if he was injured, but everything was in place, and he felt Eve's energy inside his body. "Eve?... Where did you go?..."
Laila stared in awe, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Wow... I didn't know that book could do that..."
Chase's face flushed pink with embarrassment as he realized what had happened. 'Eve?... Can you hear me?' He talked to Eve through his mind. He could sense her nervousness and knew it was working. 'Eve, I know you are in there and can hear me. What are you doing?'
'...I-I need some alone time!' the Grimoire replied, a hint of desperation in her tone.
Chase arched an eyebrow, sensing her anxiety. 'But why? What's wrong?'
'Nothing's wrong! Just give me some space!' the Floating Grimoire said sharply, a sudden surge of annoyance rushing through her.
Chase furrowed his brow in confusion. 'Did I do something wrong?'
Eve stood there, her heart racing with bewilderment as she realized that Chase wasn't insisting she leave his body. This unexpected acceptance stirred something deep within her, a confusing mix of emotions that she couldn't quite comprehend. In the past, her former Masters had treated her intrusion with disdain, their voices ringing with anger as they chastised her for being too curious. They loathed it when she penetrated their minds, gleaning their secrets and hidden thoughts, and each time she did, she faced their stern punishment.
But Chase was different. He was a soothing presence, radiating patience and warmth, a stark contrast to the harsh treatment she was used to. His gentle demeanor made her feel safe, yet it left her grappling with a storm of unfamiliar feelings. She found herself questioning what was wrong with her, struggling to understand the depth of this new connection that tugged at her core.
'Y-You're not mad at me?...'
'Why would I be mad at you?'
'Because I'm inside your body without your permission.'
'Well, I didn't know you could do that... I was worried that you did something dangerous and got hurt. You just scared me, is all... But it's good to know that you can hide inside me whenever you're in danger. I guess I should have seen that one coming. Now I'm not worried about losing you.'
Eve blushed and felt a little relieved, 'S-So you're not mad at me?'
'No. But maybe warn me next time you do this? So I can be ready.'
'Oh. Okay.'
Laila saw the concern on Chase's face, and her heart ached.
Eve could read his thoughts, and he was telling her the truth. She felt happy and relieved that her Master wasn't angry at her. She had a feeling that he wouldn't punish her like the previous Demon Lords did.
"Okay. I'll let you be, for now, Eve. Just know that you can talk to me if something is bothering you," Chase said, speaking aloud again.
'I-I will, Master,' Eve replied, a warm feeling blossoming within her pages. (He's so different... Is that a good thing? I-I hope so.)
Laila was confused when Chase spoke out loud, and she wondered what that floating book was doing inside of him. "Is everything alright, Chase? You look worried," Laila asked, concerned.
Chase glanced back at Laila and nodded, "Yeah, I think Eve is just a little embarrassed and wanted some space for a while."
Laila felt relieved, but she was still a little worried about the book. "Are you sure? I heard stories about familiars using their master's secrets against them. What if she's reading your mind?"
Chase chuckled, "Well... Maybe that isn't a bad thing... She might find the answers she is looking for. That's one way to build trust."
The female knight stared at him for a long moment before shaking her head. 'But she will be eavesdropping on us if we have a private conversation or if he has his way with me... GAH! Why am I thinking like that?...' Laila thought, her cheeks flushing pink. "W-Well, if you say so. It's your familiar."
"Yeah, Eve needs a place where she feels safe. I think all her previous Demon Lords weren't so kind to her," Chase said.
Laila tilted her head, curious about Eve's story, but didn't press any further. "Okay. Well, if you are fine with it, then I am... Oh, and thanks for not following Eve's plan... I would have been disappointed in you if you forced Marilyn or Grace into a life of slavery."
Chase had a dry laugh, 'Only disappointed?... I would be much harder on myself.'
Laila blushed, realizing what she had just said. "I-I mean, it would be wrong. You are not a tyrant."
"I agree... Laila?"
"Y-Yes, Chase?"
"If I do anything that takes me down the path of becoming a tyrant... Make sure to save me," Chase said as he held out his hand.
Laila beamed as she nodded at him, a warm smile lighting up her face. As she took his hand in hers, their palms met in a gentle connection that sent a delightful shiver racing up her spine. At that moment, pride swelled within her, a testament to how far they had come since their first encounter. Perhaps I could help him if he becomes my husband, she mused, squeezing his palm tightly.
"I will," Laila declared, her voice filled with determination.
"Good. Now, let's head back to the girls and figure out our next steps," Chase replied, his smile radiating charm and confidence.
"Sure," Laila responded, excitement bubbling within her as she tugged him playfully toward the stern of the ship.
***
Chase walked over to Marilyn, Fiona, and Grace. Lilith was watching from afar as Grace's stubbornness amused her. She didn't blame her, though, as demons practically surrounded her.
"Grace, you need to calm down... Just because Fiona, Laila, and Broc—"
"LILITH!" the blue-haired succubus corrected Marilyn, cutting her off mid-sentence.
"R-Right... Lilith, I apologize... They aren't going to do anything bad to you," Marilyn said as she slowly approached the nervous human with Fiona by her side.
'W-What should I do?... Marilyn isn't listening to reason, and I'm powerless to do anything to stop them from doing whatever they want to me... Maybe I—'
Laila brought Chase into Grace's line of sight. The moment she laid eyes on him, an unspoken tension filled the air. She realized she had to put on her best front. After all, he was undeniably easy on the eyes. And the way her heart raced stirred something deeper within her, igniting a warmth that spread beyond mere attraction. She mistook it as something nefarious, even though it wasn't. She was naturally attracted to him, and seeing him walk towards her with his powerful frame made her body quiver with anticipation.
Lilith watched with a twinge of envy as Laila joyfully tugged Chase along; his smile was lighting up her eyes. Determined not to be left out, Lilith darted forward, reaching for Chase’s other hand. But Laila shot her a fierce glare, and Lilith hesitated, taking a small step back. Still, she couldn’t help but linger just beside him, hoping to draw him into her orbit. The playful tug-of-war hung in the air, filled with unspoken tension and a hint of rivalry.
'Damn it, it's the Demon Lord! And here I am, getting weak in the knees from a mere glance and the way his eyes shine. How is this possible? Is he using magic?' Grace thought as her nipples hardened underneath her clothes, and she felt her panties sticking to her groin.
Grace's thoughts raced as her heart hammered against her chest. Her skin tingled with warmth, her cheeks flushing with heat as he drew closer. There was something about him that seemed to draw her in, a magnetic pull that she thought she needed to resist.
"Grace?... Hello! Earth to Grace!" Marilyn said, waving her hand in front of the woman.
'GAH! Where did Marilyn come from?!... I need to focus,' Grace thought, snapping out of her daze.
"Y-Yes?..." Grace replied, her eyes widening slightly.
Marilyn raised an eyebrow, wondering what had caught her friend's attention.
"Are you alright? You seemed to be in a trance," Marilyn asked, her eyes full of worry.
Grace was about to answer when her breath hitched in her throat. Chase stepped closer to her, his imposing figure towering over her petite frame. Grace swallowed hard, her pulse quickening as his masculine scent, an intoxicating mix of spice and leather, washed over her.
"Has she calmed down? Is she still afraid of us?" Chase asked, his voice deep and commanding.
Grace shuddered at the sound of his voice, a rush of heat coursing through her veins.
Marilyn yelped in surprise, not expecting the Demon Lord to be right behind her. "U-Uh... I-I don't know, My Lord."
The young woman blushed as well when she felt Chase's presence. It was strange, yet very reassuring.
Chase turned to Marilyn, his gaze steady and comforting, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She could feel the warmth radiating from his touch, stirring a flutter of nerves within her as she fought against the dizzying sensation threatening to overwhelm her. The intimacy of the moment heightened her awareness of his presence, making her heart race.
"Thanks for trying, Marilyn... If she is uncomfortable... Then she can go on her separate way once we find a safe town for her," Chase said with a smile, causing goosebumps to rise on the girl's skin.
"T-Thank you, My Lord," Marilyn said with a trembling voice, her body shaking as her nipples pressed against her thin dress.
"Call me, Chase. You don't have to address me as 'My Lord'... It doesn't feel right for anyone to call me that," the Demon Lord replied.
Marilyn was speechless, a rush of heat washing over her. A part of her wished this man would move his hands lower towards her chest and squeeze her breasts. 'Why is he doing this to me? I need to resist these urges... Gah! His words are making my head spin!' Marilyn thought, her pussy getting wet.
"S-Sorry... Chase... I will try my best to address you correctly," the girl said, trying to compose herself.
Chase patted Marilyn on her head, a soft smile playing across his lips. "That's better," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
'His hands are so warm. And I can smell his scent. It's driving me crazy!' Marilyn thought, biting her lip.
Meanwhile, Grace was watching the whole exchange with a twinge of annoyance. She noticed Marilyn was getting too close to Chase, and she thought he was using a charm spell on her. But he wasn't doing anything except talking and patting her head.
'How can a Demon Lord be this kind? Is he doing this on purpose to gain our trust and then corrupt us later... Maybe I can do something to save us from his influence. I don't want him anywhere near my body. If he tries to force himself on Marilyn or me, then I'll kill him!' Grace thought.
Lilith and Laila watched Grace intently, curiosity bubbling beneath their calm exteriors. Laila's tail flicked nervously from side to side, the tip playfully curling around the hilt of her dagger, a subtle reminder of her readiness to act. Her gaze remained locked on the girl, poised like a coiled spring, prepared to intervene at the slightest hint of trouble brewing in Grace's mind. The air between them crackled with tension as they awaited a revelation that could shift everything.
Chase looked over at Grace and gave her a charming smile, causing her heart to skip a beat. "Hi, there. You're Grace, right?... My name is Chase. Do you need anything? Is there a problem?"
Grace's breath hitched in her throat as she stared into his eyes, an overwhelming sense of peace enveloping her. 'I can't let this man get too close to me. I need to push him away,' Grace thought, steeling her resolve.
Grace's heart was beating a mile a minute, and she couldn't think straight. All she could see was his face, his eyes shining with a mixture of kindness and concern. She tried to speak, but her words were stuck in her throat, and her voice came out in a hoarse whisper.
"I'll be fine as long as you keep your distance from me. I'm not interested in serving any master," the woman replied. It took all of her willpower to keep her voice steady. She wanted to run her fingers through his hair, press her lips against his, and surrender herself completely, but surely, it was his demonic arua that was making her feel this way.
Chase nodded his head, "Alright, I can do that... Anything else?"
Grace wanted to say something—anything—but the words just wouldn’t come. Instead, she found herself shaking her head, captivated by the depth of his gaze. 'What is happening to me? This isn’t normal! Why am I so drawn to him?' Her thoughts spiraled, grappling with the unexpected emotions crashing over her. The man she had been warned about, painted as pure evil, was exhibiting a profound kindness and mercy that left her utterly confused. It defied everything her mother had taught her about the Demon Lord—how he was a harbinger of despair, destined to corrupt the world. Yet here he was, a startling contradiction, sparing her in ways she couldn’t comprehend. It was a tumultuous storm of feelings that made her head whirl. Why would someone wielding such power choose this path of compassion instead of tyranny?
"Alright. With that out of the way. Where should we go?... I was thinking about going back to the village. I'm sure most of you want to look for your loved ones and maybe find some more survivors," Chase said, looking over at the two succubi and the vampire.
Fiona nodded, "Yeah... I want to know what happened to my family. I hope they are okay."
Marilyn and Laila nodded their heads while Grace moved away and hid behind the captain's door. Lilith was the only one who didn't like the idea of going back due to the possibility of the kingdom's knights coming to the village of Ars to investigate the destruction.
"Wouldn't it be wiser to get away from Ars, Master Chase? There's no reason to go back. It's nothing but a pile of ashes now," Lilith argued.
Marilyn and Fiona glared at the blue-haired succubus. The two wanted to go home one last time. They needed closure.
"Logical, I would agree with you, Lilith, but since I spawned next to the village. I was the main reason for all of those deaths, even if it wasn't by my own hands. I don't feel good leaving the dead like that," Chase said, a bit of sorrow in his voice.
Lilith was silent at first because she didn't see that as a good enough reason to go back, but she could tell that it was important to her Master. Her duty was to protect him and get closer to him, even if she disagreed with him.
"I can respect that, Master Chase... You are a far better man than I could ever be," the blue-haired beauty replied.
Chase chuckled at the recently turned female, "I don't know if that is a compliment, but thanks."
"You're welcome, Master Chase," Lilith said with a bow.
"Okay, well, if that is all, then we should—"
Chase stopped in mid-sentence when one of his skills activated when he looked at the blonde girl who was standing next to Fiona. His purple eyes looked over the natural beauty as a system window popped up with her information.
< Marilyn Westbrook Lv.3 >
< Race: Human >
< Class: Florist >
< Alignment: Neutral >
< Healthy, fertile body. High chances of pregnancy. Has a great tolerance for pain. Possible lactation. Show her trust and kindness, and she will follow you to the end of the earth. >
'Whoa! What just happened? Is this... my demon eye skill? But how did I activate it? This could be dangerous,' Chase pondered, a mix of curiosity and caution swirling within him.
Eve heard her master's thoughts and came in to help. 'Master, you are probably thinking of that girl, correct? That's why it activated... Give me a moment so I can see what—OH?!... This one has potential. She can give you so many children, and they can spread your influence across the land, Master,' Eve said in his mind.
Chase grimaced as Eve was still on this kick of making human women into his sex slaves. 'Yeah... That's not happening... I would rather have kids with Laila first before I knock up a bunch of women,' Chase thought, annoyed.
Eve was surprised. Not because he didn't want more women but because he didn't mind having children with Laila. 'Oh? So you do like her?'
Chase realized that he let it slip that he did like Laila, and he panicked as it felt too soon to be in love with her. 'Listen! I don't want to jump ahead of myself. Sure, I find Laila really attractive in so many ways, and I can see myself with her for the long haul, but we just met a few hours ago... Things could change in time, and I don't want to get hurt. So just... Don't say anything to her yet. Okay?' Chase pleaded to the Grimoire.
This turn of events tickled Eve. It was rare for her to experience her Master falling in love, and it was sort of explaining love to the grimoire. She wasn't going to tell Laila, as she needed to know what love was, herself. 'Very well, Master. I'll keep quiet... For now. Hehehe,' she mused with a playful giggle echoing in his mind.
Chase shook his head, a puzzled look crossing his face, leaving Marilyn intrigued.
"Is something troubling you, Mister Chase?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Huh? OH! Eve was talking to me in my mind... Sorry. Did I scare you?"
Marilyn's cheeks flushed red, "No? B-But you are talking about your Grimoire being able to talk in your head... H-How is that possible?"
"She can take shelter in my body and hide inside of me... I'm still trying to figure out how it works myself," Chase admitted a hint of confusion in his voice.
Lilith, Fiona, and Marilyn were shocked when they heard that Eve could hide inside Chase's body.
"It can hide in your body?! That's strange. What was she talking about?" Marilyn asked, stepping closer. Her curiosity was piqued as she sought answers.
Chase rubbed the back of his head and sighed. "She's stuck in her old way due to past Demon Lords she has served, and it's taking her time to adjust. It's just some crazy nonsense, and there's nothing to worry about," the Demon Lord assured the blonde.
Marilyn couldn't hide her surprise, and a warm blush crept up her cheeks as she approached him. "I see... Are you absolutely certain you don't want us to respect your title as Lord Chase? You are a Demon Lord, after all."
Chase let out a lighthearted laugh, shaking his head. "Nah, just call me Chase. I’m no ruler here—let’s treat each other as equals." His playful demeanor made the atmosphere shift, filling it with an unexpected camaraderie.
"Y-You think we are equals, Mister Chase?" Marilyn asked, her voice low and soft.
Chase shrugged, a faint smile playing upon his lips, "I mean, I have a lot of magical power and can easily overpower most people with my strength. But that doesn't give me the right to boss you around. Just treat me like anyone else. That's all I ask."
Marilyn nodded, "I'll try my best. Thank you for giving me a chance."
'His words? They are making me feel funny. Aunh? M-My body feels weird...' Marilyn thought as her loins began to burn and her uterus throbbed with desire.
The girl's nipples hardened underneath her thin white dress, a wet spot forming on the front of her panties. The heat radiating from his body caused her pussy to grow slick, her juices seeping into the fabric of her underwear. She could feel her pulse quicken, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her breasts rose and fell in time with her labored breathing. Her body was ready to carry his child, and the mere thought sent a shiver of excitement coursing through her veins.
Fiona watched Marilyn intently, curious about what was making her friend so aroused. It was clear that the girl had never been in the presence of a male like Chase before, and it was affecting her deeply.
"Hey, Marilyn? You're looking a little flushed, and your heart is beating really fast. Maybe you should take a break?" Fiona suggested.
Marilyn's breath hitched in her throat, her heart skipping a beat. "O-Oh! I'm alright, Fiona. Thanks for your concern."
Fiona shrugged, "Well if you're sure. Just let me know if you need anything."
"T-Thank you," the young woman replied.
Marilyn's eyes drifted to Chase's, and her knees weakened, her mind consumed with the need to give herself fully to him. She swallowed hard, her pussy throbbing with desire as she imagined his cock buried deep inside her, filling her with his seed. These naughty thoughts were new to her, and she was finding it difficult to suppress them.
Grace looked over the interaction, and she felt like something was off. Her fear quickly replaced a small bit of hope and a little bit of arousal. Her mind told her that she shouldn't trust the Demon Lord, but her heart told her that she was safe around him. At the same time, her loins wanted to be touched and conquered by the Demon Lord.
'Aunh... N-No! I mustn't feel this way! He's a monster! And yet, I feel so safe. No... I must resist this feeling,' Grace thought as she was wiggling her hips and squeezing her thighs together.
Chase couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about the black-haired woman. Intrigued and a bit concerned, he approached her cautiously. As he reached out to touch her forehead, she recoiled in surprise, her eyes wide with shock.
"Are you okay? Your face is really red," Chase said.
"U-Um... I'm okay. I just feel a little funny," Grace said as she stepped back and covered her nether region.
'N-No! I must not let him touch me! Aunh~! I thought I told him to keep his distance! N-Not good! N-No! W-Why is my pussy getting so wet? H-He's only touching my hair,' the young woman thought, her legs shaking.
Grace tried to stay still, but her loins were burning and dripping with desire. A deep sense of longing washed over her, and her body screamed for relief. She bit her lip, her gaze meeting his, a desperate plea reflected in her eyes.
'I-Is she sick?' Chase wondered, but then his demon eye skill activated, giving him a system window of the young woman's stats.
< Grace O'Malley Lv.3 >
< Race: Human >
< Class: Unknown Priestess >
< Alignment: Untainted >
< Status: Scared and Horny >
< She wishes to be safe. Her heart is yearning for freedom and to be loved. But her body wants to be held down and ravaged by one who has the power to save the world. She is in a constant battle between her body and mind. But the body is winning the war. >
'Whoa? What's these stats?' Chase thought.
'It seems like my master is curious again. If someone wants you but is fighting it, then your ability lets you see a person's true emotions and needs to get them. This girl needs hope, and you're the best person for her to cling to, Master. You can make her yours or let her go. It's your choice, Master. Hehehehe~!' Eve giggled in his mind.
