My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives
Chapter 343: Damian’s Plaything
Splash!
The six members of the Blood Dunes crashed into the dark ocean like cannonballs, sending towering curtains of seawater into the air. For several moments nothing surfaced except bubbles before six soaked figures finally broke through the waves, coughing violently as they dragged themselves toward the massive yacht anchored a short distance away.
Their soaked black kaftans clung tightly to their bodies while the crimson scarves covering their faces hung heavily around their necks. Every movement looked sluggish from exhaustion, yet there was still an unnatural resilience in their eyes as they reached the side of the vessel and began climbing onto the spacious deck one after another.
The moment they pulled themselves aboard, every one of them froze.
Damian was already waiting.
He sat comfortably on a luxurious outdoor sofa with one leg crossed over the other, a crystal champagne flute resting loosely between his fingers. Loth occupied the seat beside him, gently rubbing slow circles across his chest while Rah leaned against his shoulder with a noticeably quieter demeanor than usual, her cheeks carrying a faint blush she stubbornly refused to acknowledge.
Linda occupied the seat opposite them with an untouched glass resting on the table before her, while Rin sprawled lazily across Damian’s lap and idly flicked his tails.
The atmosphere was strangely peaceful, almost as though they were enjoying an evening vacation instead of interrogating enemies.
"They actually made it." Rin blinked several times before glancing toward Damian with genuine surprise.
"They are my brother’s minions after all. It’s only natural they can survive a little fall into the ocean." Damian answered casually before taking another sip from his glass.
Linda quietly observed the six men as seawater continued dripping onto the polished wooden deck beneath their feet. They were the same men who had intended to capture or kill her only hours ago, yet now she found herself unable to celebrate their suffering.
No matter what crimes they had committed, there was something unsettling about watching them repeatedly thrown into the sea simply to satisfy Damian’s curiosity. She could already tell what awaited them if they failed again, and somehow that seemed even more terrifying than death itself.
The soaked Arabs continued coughing as they slowly climbed to their feet. Water streamed from their sleeves and pooled beneath them while crimson light gradually ignited behind their eyes. Their exhausted expressions vanished, replaced by blank, murderous stares that seemed entirely detached from fear or pain.
"Ooh... that’s kinda scary." Rin whispered excitedly, his ears twitching as though he were enjoying the climax of a favorite movie.
The men barked sharp commands in Arabic before simultaneously reaching beneath their soaked kaftans and drawing curved daggers from hidden sheaths. Their movements were synchronized to an almost unnatural degree. Damian watched them with mild intrigue, his head unconsciously tilting to the left.
Linda instinctively looked toward him and her eyes widened.
Both Damian and Rin had tilted their heads at precisely the same angle while silently studying the approaching men. It felt like they were mimicking themselves.
’What the hell is this?’
The thought screamed inside her head.
She had accumulated countless questions since entering Damian’s mansion.
What exactly was a demigod?
Why did everyone around him casually discuss gods and princes of hell as though they were neighbors?
Why did that fox behave more like a sarcastic old man than an animal?
Still she wisely kept her mouth shut. Hostages survived longer when they listened more than they spoke.
Thud!
Without warning all six men launched themselves forward together. Their powerful legs shattered sections of the deck beneath them as they leaped several meters into the air, daggers glinting beneath the moonlight while murderous roars erupted from their throats.
None of the people seated around the table reacted. This had already happened several times.
Buzz!
The six attackers froze instantly in midair as though invisible chains had seized every muscle in their bodies.
Damian did not even spare them a glance.
Instead, he calmly picked up the half filled champagne flute resting beside him. He swirled the liquid once before leisurely emptying it in a single drink. Only after placing the empty glass back onto the table did he casually tap the base against the polished surface.
Clink!
The faint sound echoed across the silent ocean.
Boom!
The six suspended bodies were blasted backward as though struck by an invisible mountain. They shot through the air at terrifying speed before disappearing into the darkness beyond the yacht.
A series of distant screams echoed across the water. Several seconds later...
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Six enormous pillars of seawater erupted far away before silence returned once again.
Rin immediately rolled onto his back and burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching his stomach while all seven tails flailed wildly through the air.
"It gets me every single time." he wheezed between laughs. "No matter how often I watch it, it’s still funny."
Loth glanced toward the distant splashes before returning her curious gaze to Damian.
"Why do you keep throwing them back into the ocean?" she finally asked.
"I’m curious." Damian answered honestly as he rested one arm across the back of the sofa. "I want to know how long their bodies can continue functioning before their hearts finally give out. My brother’s Berserk Skill fascinates me. Every ability has limits. I simply intend to discover theirs."
Rah quietly looked down toward the arm wrapped around her waist. Her face warmed slightly before she instinctively tried pretending she hadn’t noticed.
Damian caught her expression from the corner of his eye. He suddenly tightened his arm and pulled her firmly against him. Rah jolted in surprise. Her nose nearly collided with his and she instinctively tried leaning away, but his grip around her waist prevented even the slightest retreat.
"You were pretty naughty earlier." Damian chuckled while watching the embarrassment rapidly spread across her face. "Now look at you."
Rah glared at him with obvious annoyance, yet her reddened cheeks completely betrayed the hostility she was attempting to project.
"You’re insufferable."
"So I’ve been told."
He finally released her.
She quietly straightened her clothes before deliberately creating a little more distance between them, pretending none of that had happened.
Damian simply smiled before shifting his attention back toward the dark ocean. Several tiny splashes had already appeared again. The six men were swimming back.
"They really are persistent." Rin muttered.
"They don’t have much choice." Damian replied.
According to everything Linda had revealed, the Blood Dunes were never merely a terrorist organization. They were the hidden skeleton supporting an empire. Their highest-ranking members had gradually infiltrated governments throughout the Middle East over generations. Some occupied military leadership. Others advised kings. Several held cabinet positions while a handful had quietly risen to become presidents, prime ministers and members of royal families. Entire security agencies unknowingly answered to men who secretly worshipped the Sin of Wrath.
In several nations, what ordinary civilians believed to be official government task forces were, in reality, Blood Dunes operatives wearing state uniforms. Only a handful of neighboring countries still actively resisted their expansion, and those governments found themselves constantly battling political assassinations, military coups and internal corruption orchestrated from the shadows.
That was precisely what made them so dangerous. Finding ordinary members was easy but finding the true leadership meant declaring war against governments themselves.
It was political suicide for anyone without overwhelming power.
Damian rested his chin upon his palm while silently digesting everything Linda had explained. The deeper he examined the organization, the more impressed he became.
"They’ve practically built several nations where Wrath is the only recognized deity." he murmured thoughtfully. "Just how many centuries have they been operating on this planet to become this deeply rooted?"
Linda quietly lowered her gaze.
"Longer than anyone in the Order can determine."
As for their abilities, even the Order of Moses understood very little. Their investigations had only confirmed that initiates consumed tiny quantities of blood originating from the Prince of Wrath himself. Every successful drop transformed both body and soul, strengthening them while awakening abilities directly connected to Wrath’s authority. The process was extraordinarily lethal. Most recruits simply died before their bodies adapted, making every surviving member both valuable and frightening.
"The ones you’re playing with..."
This six were initiates who have only ingested a single drop of Wrath’s blood. That alone had granted them what the Order classified as Zombie Constitution. Their muscles no longer recognized ordinary exhaustion. Their pain receptors had been almost completely suppressed. Their physical strength had increased beyond human limitations, and unless their hearts finally failed from pushing themselves past their biological limits, they could continue fighting long after ordinary soldiers would have collapsed.
Damian smiled faintly.
"Interesting."