Double penetration, plunder and hypnosis Entry - Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Elevating Strength

Lin Yuan grasped the Kishinkai’s true purpose—a vile operation harvesting women’s desires to produce illicit substances for sale. “Where’s the underground arena? Who are your buyers?” he demanded, his voice cold as frost. Izuki Shima, still under hypnosis, replied dully, “The arena’s in the city’s eastern district, but only the Master knew the exact location. The buyers… powerful, wealthy figures seeking ultimate pleasure and strength, willing to pay dearly.”

Lin Yuan fell silent, then released her. Izuki Shima collapsed, unconscious. He spared her life, intending to use her connections to infiltrate the Taimanin world. Yet, a problem gnawed at him. Taimanin warriors were far from ordinary, their foes equally formidable. With his current strength, navigating this risqué world’s dangers required a significant boost—hampered by Gu Qinghuan’s ward restricting his cultivation. I must break this constraint, he resolved.

“Mr. Lin, are you alright?” Shirakawa Miwa’s voice broke his reverie, her hand gently shaking his arm, concern in her eyes. Snapping back, he reassured her, “I’m fine. This place is perilous—I’m devising a plan. I’ll escort you out; I’ll handle things here.” Shirakawa Miwa, shaken by her first encounter with the supernatural, nodded eagerly. “Thank you, Mr. Lin.”

After ensuring her safety, Lin Yuan returned to the Kishinkai. His gaze fell on the unconscious Izuki Shima, her striking figure sparking a playful glint in his eyes. Activating his Eye of Truth, he summoned her attribute panel:

「Name: Izuki Shima」.

「Age: 27」.

「Status: Untouched」.

「Type: Cold and Ruthless, Yet Secretly Craving the Forbidden After Witnessing Women Consumed by the Tentacle Demon」.

「Origin: Erotic Cult」.

「Attributes: Japanese Language (White), Cold Ruthlessness (White), Hidden Desires (White), Peerless Figure (White), Seduction (White), Affinity (White)」.

Lin Yuan blinked, stunned. Untouched? Amid this depravity? Her purity amidst corruption intrigued him further. He roused her. Izuki Shima flinched, shrinking back, the memory of his hypnosis lingering. Lin Yuan’s gaze was unrelenting. “How are the crystals delivered to the underground arena?” he demanded.

“Periodically, someone collects them,” she replied, her voice unsteady. “They use special containers to transport the crystals. Only the tentacle demon knew the exact times and places.” Lin Yuan’s brow creased. I’ll wait for the next exchange to track the arena’s location, he decided, formulating a plan to intercept the collector and extract details about the arena and the demonic underworld.

His attention returned to Izuki Shima, a teasing edge in his voice. “You’ve been here so long, yet remain untouched? The demons spared you?” Her face paled, her voice trembling. “I struck a deal… I procured targets, and they left me unharmed.” Lin Yuan scoffed, his tone mocking. “Spared you, so you could doom others? Truly ‘untouched by the mire.’ Do you feel nothing for the women you betrayed, their pain and despair?”

Izuki Shima’s face drained of colour, her lips quivering, hands twisting in silent conflict. Lin Yuan’s voice turned icy. “You have two choices: face prison for your crimes, or pledge loyalty to me and serve my cause.” Her eyes widened, panic and hesitation flickering. His smile turned sly. “What’s it to be? Prefer a cell?”

Her body shook, fear overtaking her. “I… I’ll serve you,” she stammered. Lin Yuan nodded, satisfaction in his eyes. “Wise choice.” Lifting her chin, he forced her gaze to meet his. “From now on, your life is mine. Betray me, and you’ll wish for death.” She trembled, her eyes reflecting fear and submission. “I understand, Master,” she whispered.

Releasing her, Lin Yuan’s smile widened. “Good. Now, tell me everything about the Kishinkai and the underground arena—every detail.” Izuki Shima complied, spilling all she knew. Lin Yuan listened intently, his mind alight with ambition. This world is complex, chaotic. Why not seize control of it all? he thought, murmuring, “The underground arena… the demonic capital… Taimanin…” A spark of conquest gleamed in his eyes.