Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 367 367 Nexus's Discomfort

All ten men had emptied their balls into her pussy by now, and Angel was relieved to be done with them. Pulling out from under the last guy was like extracting herself from quicksand, but she rose up on her knees and gave his cock a final squeeze for good measure. She left him gasping for air on the floor while she strolled away.

Behind her were ten different lying-down forms: six blissfully passed out, two looking a bit disappointed they hadn't lasted longer, and two who seemed excited when she turned around to face them. "It is a nice time with you all" she said in an alluring and seductive voice as she gracefully walked away.

Angel is a vision of ethereal beauty, she is a living embodiment of celestial allure, and she possesses a beauty that transcends the boundaries of the mundane. Her features were a divine symphony — delicate yet powerful, an artistic masterpiece crafted by the gods themselves. Her eyes were like pools of celestial radiance, they held an ethereal gleam that seemed to hold the secrets of the cosmos. Long, flowing locks of spun gold cascaded down her shoulders like strands of sunlight, each strand seemingly kissed by divine light. 

Her skin was like a canvas touched by the divine hand, it boasted a flawless complexion that radiated an otherworldly luminosity. As if painted by celestial artisans, her cheekbones were elegantly sculpted, casting shadows that danced with the grace of celestial bodies in motion. With lips adorned with a natural rosiness, held the promise of whispered enchantments.

Angel's figure is a sculpted masterpiece, it defied the laws of earthly grace. Her slender waist curved delicately, leading to hips that swayed with the rhythm of celestial harmony. Each step she took seemed to defy gravity, a dance that echoed the celestial spheres. Her limbs, elegantly proportioned, moved with a grace that suggested an intimate connection to the divine.

She had just concluded her session with a group of satisfied clients when she heard a discreet knock on her door which signaled a message from the madam. Angel opened the door and saw a waitress "What is the message," she angel.

The waitress conveyed that Madam Mary Kay wished to speak with her once she was finished. Angel, a paragon of grace and allure, responded with a composed "okay" before closing the door on the scene of ten men now worn out.

Angel pondered the nature of Madam Mary Kay's summons. "What could Madam want with me?" she mused, her thoughts weaving through the possibilities.

She walked to her dressing room with a confused expression, As Angel closed the door behind her, she couldn't help but wonder about the purpose behind Madam the sudden summons as she always mentioned earlier if she wanted to have a meeting with any of them unless it is something very urgent. "Is it about a special client, or perhaps a change in the usual routine?" The questions lingered in her mind as she prepared to meet with the madam.

With each step towards Mary Kay's office, Angel's thoughts raced. "Madam rarely calls for personal discussions. What could be so important?" Her thought was filled with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. 

With a deliberateness that echoed her enchanting aura, Angel donned a translucent nightgown, its delicate fabric caressing her elegant figure, accentuating the celestial curves that seemed to beckon from realms beyond mortal comprehension. Her beauty is reminiscent of a fairy's enchantment, it transcended the mundane, and she could captivate any beholder with her allure.

As she glided toward Mary Kay's office, every step exuded grace, her silhouette a testament to an elegance that seemed almost otherworldly. Angel's ethereal charm which is complemented by a body that embodies perfection, will always be left an indelible impression on those fortunate enough to witness her presence.

Mary's eyes, trained in discernment, quickly registered Angel's post-engagement glow. With a teasing smile, she playfully inquired about Angel's satisfaction, asking if she had reached the pinnacle of pleasure "Angel, my dear, you seem to be glowing more than usual. Had a successful encounter, I presume?"

Angel responded with an expression of mild disdain, "Do I look satisfied, they are all so so."

Mary Kay's eyes lingered for a while before she said with a smirk "But you have an orgasm?"

Angel looked weakly at her "A capable man who could give me a real orgasm probably hadn't been born yet." Angel continued with a smirk, "Handling ten men is just the usual routine, the day a man can truly satisfy me is yet to come."

Their banter, sprinkled with friendly jokes, showcased a camaraderie that spoke of their familiarity. In the whole brothel, Angel seemed to be the only individual at ease with Mary Kay, allowing for unrestrained conversations.

Mary's smile persisted, but it transformed into a more serious expression as she revealed the purpose behind summoning Angel. "Angel, I need your assistance with a particular individual. This isn't a trivial matter," Mary emphasized, gauging Angel's reaction.

The shift in Mary's demeanor clued Angel in on the gravity of the matter. It was evident; that this was no ordinary request, and Angel braced herself for the impending conversation.

In the heart of the bustling Castra City, the Russell family's business thrived. Nexus, the mastermind behind their vitality elixir, had turned their fortunes around. The once-struggling family now found themselves swimming in success. As the business grew, so did their wealth. Madeline, the astute family head, knew that in order to maintain this upward trajectory, she needed to expand their operations.

With a determined glint in her eye, Madeline summoned her trusted advisor and friend, Selina, and her children Monica and Nora, to discuss the next phase of their business. They gathered in the majestic drawing room of their ancestral manor, surrounded by intricate oil paintings and antique furniture. Ideas were exchanged, possibilities explored, and strategies devised.

As the discussions unfolded, they all realized that to scale their operations, they needed additional manpower. They decided to recruit a team of skilled servants and escorts who would help manage the day-to-day affairs of the business. The manor soon buzzed with unfamiliar faces, each one handpicked by the four ladies to bring new energy to the Russell family empire.

But amidst the hustle and bustle, something seemed amiss. Nexus found himself feeling increasingly uneasy. Every time he stepped out of his laboratory and walked through the manor, unfamiliar faces greeted him with a salute. They were the newly recruited staff members, brought in to support the growing business.

At first, Nexus dismissed the salutes as a sign of respect for his role in the family business. However, as the number of unfamiliar faces continued to grow, an unsettling feeling settled in his gut. It was as though the manor had been invaded by strangers. Nexus couldn't help but question the authenticity of their intentions.

Days turned into weeks, and Nexus's discomfort grew. He started to suspect that these newly recruited individuals might have ulterior motives. Were they genuinely interested in the success of the business, or were they drawn to the allure of the vitality elixir and what it could do for them?