My Lust System: I Inherited The Sin Of Lust And His Three Wives-Chapter 90: Damian & Hazel vs Ruby & Racheal [2]

"No, you won’t?" Racheal’s visage turned cold when Damian’s motionless body refused to respond.

She pulled back slightly, her expression twisting into something ugly and cruel, a face he had never seen on her before. Without hesitation, she spun around, her hair whipping across his face as she walked with measured steps toward the center of the battlefield.

"I didn’t want to make my husband crawl and beg while doing my bidding, but you leave me no choice!"

As she spoke, the ground began to tremble, and a faint fog started seeping out from the earth, just like Damian had seen countless times during demonic attacks. He watched as the fog gathered at the center, folding into itself and rising higher, layering upon itself until it formed a massive bulb. In the next instant, it burst apart, revealing a steel throne lined with expensive velvet cushions, its eerie shape resembling the gaping jaw of a beast, jagged with razor-sharp teeth.

Racheal sat down gracefully, her fingers dancing in the air before she pointed at Damian and beckoned him forward with a slow curl of her finger.

"Come, crawl on your knees and surrender yourself to this queen!" Her voice carried a blend of giggles and seductive charm.

Yet, to her surprise, Damian still did not move. His irises shrank into slits, his gaze locking onto Racheal with a malicious gleam as he stomped the ground, and a pillar of crimson fire spiraled violently upward from his body.

Brrrrrr!

But it was not just Damian. A second pillar of crimson flames erupted beside his, both crashing against the ceiling of the massive isolation barrier that surrounded their home. The fire spread in every direction, bathing the entire compound in a deep crimson glow.

"He broke out just as fast as her. He really improved under you," Racheal muttered with a soft, almost sweet smile.

"Hmph! Lin didn’t even succumb to your skill in the first place. He may be inferior talent-wise, but he is far smarter than he realizes." Ruby stepped up beside Racheal, her eyes still burning with resentment from the stunt she had pulled earlier.

Once again, the Racheal before them was nothing like the one they had grown used to. There was no apology in her demeanor, no softness lingering beneath her tone.

"You really asked your husband to crawl?! If I don’t teach you rebellious wives a lesson today, I will be the bride on the day of our wedding!"

Damian’s voice thundered from within the raging pillar of flames. At once, both pillars thinned at their centers as the fire began to condense, drawing inward until it formed two massive crimson spheres that hovered high above with an overwhelming presence.

Damian stood tall, his black and purple fox tail swaying behind him, while beside him Hazel’s nine white and red fox tails moved like living flames. Together, they radiated a domineering aura, yet there was an undeniable harmony between them, a perfect couple standing side by side against the world.

Without a word, the two spheres fell.

They descended like dying suns tearing through the heavens, carrying with them the promise of devastation. Yet the girls below remained completely unbothered. Racheal glanced at Ruby and asked calmly,

"So, will you handle this for the team?" Her polite smile did not reach her eyes, but Ruby merely scoffed.

"What team?"

Living Art: Scale Guard!

Ruby’s tan skin darkened further as green segmentations spread across her body, dividing her flesh into hardened sections like scales. They shifted and locked into place, sealing every gap and weakness as her entire form transformed.

In a single second, she became unrecognizable. Her once smooth skin was now covered in rigid scales that gave her a draconic appearance, radiating both power and durability.

Boom!

The ground beneath Ruby’s feet shattered and sank as she launched forward like a missile. With effortless force, she tore straight through one of the descending fire spheres and shot directly toward Damian.

"What?!"

Caught off guard, Damian could only cross his arms over his chest, unleashing his demonic force as he braced for impact. Even so, the collision was far heavier than he expected. A sharp, stabbing pain ran through his bones as if they had cracked and were on the verge of shattering.

If not for the demonic energy cushioning the blow, his bones would have undoubtedly snapped under the weight of her strike.

Swoosh!

The two were blasted away, crashing toward another part of the massive compound, leaving Hazel suspended midair. Below her, a sea of scorching crimson flames spread wildly, fed by the surrounding trees, turning the battlefield into a burning furnace. At its center, Racheal remained seated on her throne, her legs crossed elegantly.

Everything around her burned, yet neither she nor the throne were touched, protected by her demonic force. She leaned back comfortably, her gaze fixed on Hazel with an almost amused smile.

"Our sugar bun is talented, but he can’t beat Ruby. You are also extremely powerful, arguably the strongest among us in raw output, but you cannot beat me either with that. Your team was bound to fail from the very beginning."

Hazel remained completely unbothered, merely raising a brow at her words.

"A month in, and you still don’t understand the kind of man you are married to?" Hazel chuckled softly, shaking her head with a look of disappointment.

Racheal’s eyes narrowed sharply, her gaze turning piercing.

"What do you mean?"

Hazel did not answer directly. Instead, she shrugged and proposed a new arrangement.

"Let’s make a deal then. If Damian defeats Ruby, you will remove Ruby from the picture upon his request during the vacation, and I will be given an hour alone with my darling. If you win, I will be the one to remove Ruby and Clara from the picture so you can spend an hour alone with him."

Racheal’s cruel expression twisted into a wicked smile as her long fingernails traced slowly along the edges of her lips.

"Trying to strike a deal with me behind Ruby’s back? I like it," she said with a mischievous grin.

"We are demons after all. Backstabbing is our specialty," Hazel replied proudly, her smile equally sharp.

Racheal needed little time to consider. She was confident Ruby would defeat Damian. While Hazel possessed the greatest raw power, Racheal herself was the most dangerous due to the nature of her abilities, and Ruby was the most skilled and disciplined among them. She was not some ordinary demon that Damian could overwhelm with inherited strength. She was the queen of a race, the absolute pinnacle of her kind.

Racheal let out a soft chuckle and slowly nodded.

"Very well, I’ll accept your bet."