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

Chapter 134 Chapter 134 LOOK AT ME

Taylor's body- as well as the other three had fallen backwards, unmoving, eyes round in shock, brains punctured, and with dark red blood gushing out from where their ears used to be.

His knees went weak immediately. A sour taste overshadowed his mouth, and a surge of vomit came rising from his gut.

He threw his head back- gasped, and gasped again. Then his stomach retched, and he bent forward in a low bow. His upper body trembled in violent convulsing movements as he roared uncontrollably- vomiting every single thing in his belly.

The hoarse repulsive sound of his dry heaving of his throat echoed throughout as he continued to cough up his vomit. Tears stung his eyes. His long hair fell over his face. He placed one arm up on the wall- trying to balance himself.

The rapist continued to puke like a little girl- thinking about the bloody corpses behind him!

The image burned into his mind with a savage incredulity. A new kind of terror engulfed him. It made his bones weak, it made his lips quiver- and worse, it made him feel naked and vulnerable.

He screamed inwardly;

'Who the hell had that kind of power!!!' A dozen more questions followed; 'Who the hell is this dude? Was he some kind of demon?'

"Well, well,"

It wasn't the demon. It was the naked girl speaking now;

"You see a little blood, and you start puking like a little bitch huh?"

Paul jerked his head up- big mistake. It was way too fast. His head spun dizzily, and he staggered- wobbling on his feet, placing his palm against the wall, he struggled to focus his gaze.

Monica Russell was still naked.

The side of her face was swollen- from his slaps! Around her milky white neck was the faint traceable outline of where a hand had squeezed her throat. Her long neck sat on her shoulders like an ivory tower.

Below them, her two breasts- bulging with tissue, and pink on the nipple- jiggled slightly as she dragged her feet on the ground towards him- fully naked.

Her lips parted again.

Thick with emotion, cackling like live burning wood, her words came out;

"I feel bad you have to die- you don't deserve the reprieve of death. . ."

Paul's eyebrows twitched as he foolishly allowed a flicker of hope.

". . .because killing you once is not enough. . .I want you to suffer. . ."

Her voice dropped to a low, chilling ice cold note;

". . .I want to tie you up. . .I want to carve out your balls and take them apart piece by piece. . .I want to use my dagger to cut open your arse hole, and let my dogs fuck you bloody. . ."

With her broken hip, she dragged her left foot behind her, inching closer to his bent over frame;

". . .I want to wake your corpse up over and over again and cut you open with a sickle. . .I want to slice every single bit of your flesh and roast you over and open flame. . ."

Her legs scratched along the surface of the cave- dragging her feet towards him, watching him bent over at the wall, clutching his belly in pain as trickles of yellow vomit spurted from his lips onto the ground below;

"Look at me." she commanded; "Lift your head- and LOOK AT ME. . ."

Paul heard the injunction in her tone.

He heard the biting contempt in her voice- as well as the glaring hatred for him. Still, his heart blamed Madeline Russell.

"I said look at me!" she barked eyes blazing furiously, and body trembling hysterically.

Paul did not dare to look up.

From the corner of his eye, the faint outline of her naked body drifted into the orbit of his sight. Only few feet away from from him, he felt the glare from her murderous eyes. Pangs of regret tore through him from the insides.

That body- that naked body of hers which he had wanted so much, was now a snare to him. She had no clothes on, and yet, he couldn't bring himself to look at her. He couldn't.

But Monica did not seem to give a damn.

The humanity in her eyes was gone. And in its place was the sheer rabidness of a feral creature.

"What's the matter? Can't look at me anymore?" she scoffed;

"Oh wait, let me guess, you suddenly grew a conscience over night huh?" she clicked her tongue as she dragged her feet across the ground;

"Even now, you're still an idiot! Don't be fuckin' ridiculous Paul, you're already dead. Corpses do not have the capacity to be modest!"

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Nexus watched the whole scene unfold with sordid seriousness.

Standing behind her, he watched as her naked butt cheeks clench with each threat. Her flaming auburn hair bounced lively in repeated up and down motions as she cocked her head with each speech.

For a brief moment, he thought about walking towards her with his coat to cover her up.

But he understood.

This was her taking back her power. This was her taking back her control. Monica closed the distance between the two of them. Her tall trim body hovered over his bent over frame. Her lips curled, and her words came out cold, and icy as hell;

"Look at me you dumb mother fu??er."

With no other option, and still bent over clutching his stomach, he raised his head a little- leveling his eyes straight to her naked cleanly shaved pubis. He swallowed loudly, and arched his head upwards again, trolling his eyes over her belly, to her perky breasts. . .and finally to her. . .

Smack!!!

Monica lifted her hand up in the air, and brought it down, curling through the air in a hot rage- right on Paul's right cheek. The layer of brown beard on his face did nothing to cushion the impact.

Her slap struck his jaw, sending him crashing down- doubling forward on his knees, till he was kneeling in front of her. Her chest swelled as she inhaled a rich gust of air- savoring the intoxicating relief that followed.

Her long graceful arm stretched forth towards his snivelling form on the ground, and her left hand grabbed him by a handful of his hair;

"Don't be a little bitch Paul," she growled icily; "The least you can do is fight BACK!!"

Thwack!!!

The back of her left palm slammed right into his face. Nexus winced. A low guttural sound squeezed from the back of Paul's throat. His eyes watered slightly- realizing this was the second Russell woman to humiliate him.

"What's wrong Paul? I can't hear you above the sound of my palm in YOUR FACE!!"

Thwack! Thwack!! SMACK!!!

Monica released a triple combo attack on his face. Slapping him with the back of her hand, she brought her hand back again mid air, displacing the angle of his cheek. . .before finishing if off again with a knee to his forehead.

She roared;

"I-SAID-I-CAN'T-HEAR-YOU!!!"

He cried;

"I am soweee!!"

Paul coughed violently- sending red blood spurting from his mouth. His shoulders heaved convulsively. Struggling to breathe, and not choke the fragments of broken teeth that Monica's knee had shot to the back of his throat.