My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives
Chapter 342: New Plan
Damian alternated his gaze between Rah and Linda, genuine confusion written across his face. For the first time in a long while, he found himself completely unable to understand what was going through someone’s mind. Even Linda instinctively tried looking over her shoulder to study Rah’s expression, wondering whether the demoness was serious or simply entertaining herself.
"Come on," Rah smiled mischievously as though the answer was obvious. "What better way is there to save her from Heaven than making her yours? I’m pretty sure she wants you too."
Linda’s cheeks instantly turned bright red and Damian frowned deeply.
Managing five women under one roof was already exhausting enough. Adding a sixth into the equation sounded less like a solution and more like voluntarily creating another problem.
Thud!
His train of thought was interrupted when the bedroom door opened. Loth walked inside carrying Rin comfortably in both arms before quietly shutting the door behind her.
"That is actually not a bad idea," Rin said calmly.
Damian slowly turned his head to look at them.
"I’m surprised my girls haven’t burst into this room already to object."
"They can’t," Rin answered innocently. "The moment you entered, I placed an isolation barrier around the room. I knew whatever followed would require privacy."
Damian’s eyes narrowed immediately. He looked at Rin, then at Rah and then back at Rin again. His expression became increasingly suspicious.
"Are you two plotting against my wives?"
"Wives?!" Linda blurted out before she could stop herself.
Rah giggled softly. Her hand slowly slid lower until it rested against Linda’s chest before casually giving one of her C cup breasts a firm squeeze.
Linda yelped in surprise, her entire body jumping.
"Exactly," Rah whispered playfully beside her ear. "My lord has three beautiful demigod wives."
A shiver ran down Linda’s spine. Damian simply buried his face in one hand. This sadistic woman had completely forgotten Linda was supposed to be the one they were interrogating.
"What about you?" Linda asked after regaining herself, turning her head enough to meet Rah’s eyes.
Rah smiled proudly.
"I’m his first concubine."
She leaned even closer.
"You can become the second."
Linda’s face became even redder. Almost involuntarily, her eyes drifted toward Damian. They carried unmistakably impure curiosity.
"You mean..." she asked hesitantly. "He actually does... everybody?"
Her voice gradually disappeared from embarrassment. Rah nodded without hesitation.
"He is the Sin of Lust. The very best at what he does."
She glanced toward Damian before returning her attention to Linda.
"We all want a piece of him."
Linda’s breathing unconsciously became heavier. Damian could literally feel the desire beginning to seep from her emotions. Her aura had become noticeably warmer.
"I mean... you already saw what happened to Clara after leaving him." Rin casually adde and Damian slowly looked toward the fox.
"Only divine dick requires divine rehabilitation to recover from."
Damian covered his face again.
These shameless bastards... They were actively advertising him to a priest. Even worse, it was working.
Suddenly a great many things about Linda started making sense. She had never displayed the same level of fanaticism as Corbin or the members of the Order of Moses. Compared to them, she had always seemed ordinary and weak.
Now he finally understood why. Meanwhile Linda had already disappeared into her own thoughts.
When they first rescued Clara months ago, she had been lying unconscious in the middle of a street after drinking herself senseless.
The moment she regained consciousness she had immediately begun touching herself while repeatedly whispering Damian’s name. Before anyone could stop her, she had openly started masturbating in front of everyone because she had become unbearably aroused.
It had taken several restraint spells, multiple mental debuffs and heavy sedation just to stabilize her condition. The recovery process alone lasted nearly a month.
If Damian alone had reduced Clara to that state then it must have been one hell of a dick.
"Oh God, I seriously need to change my social circle." Damian sighed heavily.
Linda couldn’t help giggling and Damian glanced at her briefly. Seeing her smile reminded him painfully of Clara years ago.
Back then Clara looked at him with that same innocent admiration. Now every time she looked at him, desire battled against fear.
She wanted him and feared him.
The conflict was slowly tearing her apart. That was precisely why Damian had chosen not to continue discussing their relationship tonight.
She needed time.
By tomorrow morning, after processing everything she had witnessed, he was certain she would no longer be the same woman who walked into this mansion.
He pushed those thoughts aside.
"Let’s stop deviating from why we’re here, I came looking for Corbin."
Damian leaned slightly forward.
"Where is he?"
Linda’s smile slowly disappeared and her shoulders stiffened. The atmosphere immediately became heavier.
She wasn’t stupid. The only reason Damian wanted Corbin’s location was to kill him.
"I can alter memories. I can steal memories and I can erase memories completely."
He folded his hands together.
"I’m only being polite right now. We can always do it the difficult way if you refuse to cooperate."
Linda visibly paled. She lowered her gaze toward the floor. Silence filled the room while she struggled internally. After nearly a minute she finally looked back up.
"He’s in the Vatican. It’s the safest place for him. You can’t reach him."
She swallowed hard.
Buzz!
Both Damian and Rin frowned simultaneously. Their expressions became unusually cold.
Corbin had to die. But more importantly he had to die before the Commandment of Piety descended completely into his body.
Once that happened their problems would multiply beyond imagination. That why he was willing to put off his war with the church until Corbin dies.
Damian wanted a clean kill. One decisive strike powerful enough to erase Corbin before anyone realized what had happened.
Attacking the Vatican directly was the exact opposite of that. There were too many unknown variables and possibly powerful enemies. The Commandment of Peity is bound to interfere the moment he senses his dead is in danger.
Damian slowly leaned back and a weary sigh escaped him. Nothing tonight had gone according to plan.
"If we can’t reach him then we lure him out." Rah suddenly spoke.
Damian turned toward her and one eyebrow slowly rose.
"Really?"
Rah nodded confidently.
"What if you created a massive spiritual incident in Lebanon?"
She smiled.
"Wouldn’t they naturally dispatch their strongest enforcer to deal with it?"
Buzz!
Damian’s eyes widened. Beside him Rin immediately raised a thumbs up toward Rah.Without even pretending to hide it, Rah shamelessly returned the gesture.
Damian watched the entire exchange happen right in front of him. Neither of them even attempted to conceal their conspiracy anymore.
Fortunately he couldn’t deny the quality of the suggestion.
His attention shifted back toward Linda. This time a slow mischievous grin spread across his face and he leaned closer.
"Then tell me everything that’s happening in Lebanon."
His burning eyes locked onto hers.
"And start with the Blood Dunes."