Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac-Chapter 20: Divine Secret: Exalted Sense

<Thunderclap (talent): The host acquires the ability to make his body and any structure he touches vibrate at will>

<Intensity limited by the host's Sid units>

<Use with moderation>

The system explained. Meanwhile, Honoria pushed with all her strength—desperately trying to shove Mithras out of the way. But the harder she tried, the weaker she became. Her body quickly turning into a mess of heat and lust.

Here, Mithras broke the kiss, hoisting Honoria by the waist and maintaining eye contact.

"Let me guess, Akamana di Angra must be your idol, right? Why do you power-hungry hussies all seem to take inspiration from that madwoman? You murdered your brothers and drove your dad insane all so you could take control of your family's wealth. Relied on your Inner Flame and unscrupulous nature to get in the royal family's good grace and acquire more assets.

But that wasn't enough. You still had to try and ruin the life of a random guy you don't know shit about all so you could add more accolades to your throne of bullshit. Hussy, that ain't a good look.

Fortunately for you, I don't believe in killing hussies. Far as I'm concerned, all bad broads can be bitched. If she still got the heart to act a fool, it just means you haven't bitched her right." Mithras whispered in Honoria's ear, tightening his grip on the treacherous enchantress' waist, and squeezing the last bit of resistance out of her.

"How? the Pyretic Demon Orchid can affect even Blood Longevity templars! Throughout the Purple Dawn Continent...no one can resist it—much less control its essence altogether!

So how...how did you do it?" Even as her heart rate sped up and her hormones spiraled out of control, Honoria wanted an answer. The Pyretic Demon Orchid was her trump card, the irresistible relic she counted on to turn the kingdom into her private property.

She just burned one petal, but that should have been more than enough to deal with any man of the Blood-Smelting Kingdom. So why did it have no effect on Mithras?

Worse, he could control the aphrodisiac's essence and send it back several times stronger!

"For someone renowned for her brain, you're remarkably stupid. Since I can help Cassandra's Sid rank rise so fast, is it so hard to imagine I have other tricks up my sleeve?

Once again, we have a mini-boss mistaking themselves for an antagonist—desperately trying to cheat the mc of his chance at fulfilling his mad fantasies. But hussy, even if I were to fall on my quest to become the number one whore in history, it sure as hell wouldn't be because of your bitch ass." Mithras sneered, and with a casual throw, tossed Honoria onto his bed.

<Name: Honoria di Wisteria>

<Age: 25>

<Gender: Female>

<Race: Half-Monstress>

<Charm: Stunning>

<System Title: None>

<Templar rank: ninth level of Flame Refinement>

<Sid Level: 500 units>

<Mutation: Moon Rabbit (first class)>

<Sid Flame: Metamorphic Moonfire (second class)>

"Ooh. You were hiding a mutation? A first-class mutation and actual monster blood? Are their majesties aware of this? Would explain why they are not willing to let you marry into the royal family despite your second-class Inner Flame." Pleasantly surprised by the status screen, Mithras gave Honoria a thumbs up.

Thanks to their Inner Flames, Gurus didn't need genes or mutations to become templars. Both helped them progress faster, but all Gurus were also templars by default.

And as Inner Flames were a hundred times rarer and more powerful than genes of the same level, any faction that aspired to the top had to gather and nurture as many Gurus as they could afford to.

So, if only for the chance to strengthen the royal family's bloodline with an Inner Flame, an ambitious king such as Gaiseric shouldn't have hesitated to break royal taboos and marry his heir to Honoria. But he wouldn't even let her become a consort, showing that more than her background was at stake here.

Amused by the aristocracy's antics, Mithras restrained a laugh, pulling over a white oak chair while watching Honoria moan and squirm on his bed.

"Help...if you don't help me...the warriors I've hidden in House Astalon with my Metamorphic Moonfire will alert their majesties and cause the extermination of your—" Barely had Honoria reached this point that Mithras snapped his fingers, causing over 30 male heads to appear out of thin air.

"You mean them?" Mithras asked in a cheerful tone, and recognizing those heads, Honoria panicked, shaking her head in a mix of terror and confusion.

"No...nonono! You're a monster! A demon! How?!" Over 30 assassins trained by the royal family, including five Inner Accumulation templars, all dead? Throughout the Blood Smelting Kingdom, how many could accomplish this?

But that wasn't the critical part. The real problem is...how did Mithras see through the shapeshifting abilities of the Metamorphic Moonfire?

"Oh come on now, you're breaking my heart. Between fellow halfies, shouldn't we support one another? But here you are calling me a monster—a demon, even!

*sniff* *sniff*

And I thought I found a friend. So sad. But since you're so desperate to know how I saw through your tricks, I will show you," Mithras said and stretched out his right arm, gently grabbing Honoria's hand.

The moment Mithras' hand connected with hers, Honoria could feel her five senses explode, reaching levels of sensory powers that defied common sense.

In that instant, she could see, hear, and smell everything across three kilometers. Her senses of taste and touch also went through the roof, with the latter making her nerves feel everything with 1,000 times the intensity.

The two aphrodisiacs were bad enough. But once that divine sensation joined the mix, the noble lady felt as if she was overdosing on grams of opioids, entering a catatonic state of madness and ecstasy.

"How does it feel? All the pleasure in the world, but you can't appreciate it—dominated by your senses and overwhelmed by feelings you never thought possible. This is the First Divine Secret: Exalted Sense.

In the hands of a Sage, that Secret unlocks God-level senses. My sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch have all reached the divine level, meaning that I can also see through disguises and illusions.

I can even share the Secret's power with whoever I touch. But since you've not unlocked the Secret on your own and aren't protected by Divine Power, to you, it's just a drug." Mithras explained. But overwhelmed by her senses, Honoria couldn't listen, her body as red as a burning plate.

Mithras didn't care, and with his free hand, brushed Honoria's hair.

"It wasn't a bad plan, to be honest. Metamorphic Flames are rare and almost impossible to see through—at least for the average man. Even Cassandra can't see through your cover—to say nothing of the rest of House Astalon.

But see, my Cassandra is a very suspicious woman, which is why she always kept me on a tight leash. Such a clever woman naturally considered all the ways to exploit my powers to the best of her abilities.

I have 60 summoning seals scattered in House Astalon—seals I can use to summon my pets at strategic points.

Without the slave seal that used to bind me, I can activate all those seals at will, and send my pets to clean up the house in a heartbeat. Add my Divine Secret to the mix, and you were pretty much asking for a beating.

Compared to my Cassandra, you're just an immature child and still have much to learn. But don't worry, because I will take my time to teach you...how to level up from basic bitch into a valuable hussy." Mithras whispered straight into Honoria's ear, and let go of her hand, ending the overpowering sensations trapping the noble lady in mad ecstasy.

Now, as she looked at Mithras, Honoria no longer felt that she faced a fellow human being, but a demon in human form that could swallow her at any time.

"But first, we're going to play a game. I call it...Two Gates of Hell.

I am going to sit on this white oak chair, and you're going to stand up, walk up to me, spread your hussy legs, and ride my cock till I pump you full of cum. Rinse and repeat till the rays of the sun light up the morning.

Many will come and catch us in the act, but you won't care. I won't touch you either—not once. You will do all the work, and only stop when the sun rises.

If you don't want to play my game, that's perfectly fine. The door is right there. You can walk out whenever you want.

Yes or no, it's all up to you." Mithras explained the rules, then sat in his white oak chair.

"Now, dear hussy, what is it gonna be?"

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