Chapter 370: Bonus Chapter 38: A Day or Two with my Stalker: Goth Girl

This... was way better than simply teleporting there, I thought to myself as I set Shelly down and watched her knees wobble.

Crossing over such a small chasm with raw physical strength was the bare minimum that any being here could achieve.

Instantly appearing on the other side of the chasm, however, was quite the stunt, the kind of flashy and instantaneous movement that would attract battle junkies from across Eerkal-la like sharks drawn to blood in the water.

They would have sensed the spatial displacement and come running to challenge whoever was bold enough to make such a dramatic move.

A pain in the ass, really.

The gate before us was dark and massive, standing several hundred meters high into the dark clouds that churned above it.

Its surface was covered in intricate carvings that seemed to shift and move when you looked at them long enough.

It was wide enough to accommodate multitudes entering at once, like a grand path to hell itself, welcoming sinners into whatever lay beyond.

Poor Shelly.

She was clinging so hard to my arm and my side that her knuckles had turned white and her fingers were nearly leaving imprints on my sleeve.

She felt, I could tell, that if she left me for even one single second, she would be absorbed by this evil place and never seen again.

She wasn’t all that wrong, though.

I walked in front of the massive gate, standing directly before its dark surface, and without any visible effort from me, it pushed open just a little bit.

But that little bit was more than enough space for us to walk in comfortably, side by side, without having to squeeze or turn sideways.

Entering inside, the gate shut back behind us with a heavy and final thud, sealing us in, before light hit us immediately from all directions, bright, warm and completely unlike the orange and crimson gloom of Eerkal-la.

We were no longer in that strange land. We were directly inside the residence of the Death Dragon, a place I had visited once before.

They knew I was coming again.

"Welcome to the House of Nekrā, once again, Sir Benjamin," an otherworldly beautiful and pale lady in an ultra gothic dress greeted us, her voice smooth and melodic, her dark eyes studying me with familiarity but wariness.

Her dress was black and purple, layered with lace and ribbons. "However, Lady Seraphina will not be pleased with your being here today."

"That is if Seraphina even knows I am here, right?" I winked at the darkly dressed grim reaper, a playful smile on my lips. "And I know the truth is that you just do not want me here, because I embarrass you in front of your master. How are you doing, Dearth? It has been some weeks since we last spoke, no?"

"I am fine, thank you for asking," her dark eyes wondered straight past me to the now calmer Shelly, who was still holding onto me tightly, her face pressed against my side. "And... is this your daughter, Sir Benjamin? She appears awfully clingy and weak for someone who has traveled so far. How did she possibly survive the journey through Eerkal-la with such a fragile constitution?"

I looked down at Shelly to see that she was blushing deeply from being called my daughter, her cheeks turning a bright and adorable shade of red.

So cute.

Hehe, let us go with that story then. It would be funny to see where it led.

"Yes, is she not the cutest and most precious thing in the entire world?" I asked Dearth, reaching down with one hand to cup Shelly’s large breast through her tribal dress, squeezing it gently as if demonstrating my fatherly affection in the best way possible.

"...I knew it was normal for the gods to engage in such behaviors," Dearth raised a brow at my action, her expression shifting from neutral to mildly curious. "But do humans still indulge in incest these days?"

"Wai--! What are you even implying with that accusation?!" I snapped at the dark lady, feigning offense from her assumption, while still kneading Shelly’s soft and filling breast with my hand as if I had not even noticed I was doing it. "I like soft and ample breasts! Do you have a problem with that? And, by the way, here is Nekrā? I came here to speak with him, not to argue with you about human mating customs."

I looked around the extravagant waiting room we had been led into, taking in the details of the space.

It was stilled in that intense dark and purple gothic style that seemed to be the preferred aesthetic of this entire residence, like a certain vampire’s lair from old stories, all sharp angles and heavy drapes with flickering candlelight.

"Lord Nekrā is in the middle of a negotiation with another party in a different room, and he cannot be disturbed at this moment," Dearth urged us to follow her with a gesture of her pale hand, as she turned and began walking down a long corridor lined with portraits of dark and ancient beings. "You shall wait in a different chamber, somewhere else where he will receive your message when his business is concluded. Please do not wander off or touch anything you are not supposed to touch."

"You sure like your goth girl dresses, don’t you, Dearth? They suit you very well, very dramatic and mysterious," I asked, using one free hand to reach out and feel her ass through the thick fabric of her layered clothes, my palm pressing against the curves beneath the lace and ribbons. "I think they are cute too, honestly, but I cannot feel the definition of your ass properly now with all these layers in the way. Too much padding. Too many skirts."

"Sir Benjamin... Lord Nekrā warned you very clearly the last time you visited against sexually harassing me or touching me without my explicit permission," Dearth stated calmly, her voice steady and professional, still walking with grace despite my hand on her backside, not speeding up or slowing down.

"Last time I said that I liked your boob shelf and thought it was an interesting feature of your dress, that was not sexual harassment at all," I fought back against her accusation, keeping my hand where it was. "You and Nekrā are just unusually chaste and prudish for beings who live in a place like this, surrounded by death and darkness. By the way, did you wear panties today underneath all of this? I cannot feel any through the fabric, but that might just be because there are too many layers in the way."

"..." Dearth was trembling now, her shoulders shaking slightly, her careful composure cracking at the edges.

Then she stopped walking, turned to face me fully, and gave me that signature death glare that had made lesser beings weep and beg for mercy.

Ah, there it was. There was the reaction I had been looking for, the one I had been baiting her into since we walked through the door.

She grabbed my favorite grey shirt by the collar, bunching the fabric in her pale fist, and pulled me down toward her face, her dark eyes blazing with barely contained fury... and the embarrassment, of course.

Her pale face was blushing faintly at the cheeks, a soft pink that spread across her otherwise white skin.

"Would you cut that out already, you fucking mortal! Don’t touch my ass or ask about my underwear!" Her polite and professional responses had gone completely out the window, replaced by raw and unfiltered irritation. "I d-d-d-d-did wear panties today, not that it is any of your business! It is not like I am a whore who walks around without underwear or anything! I have standards and dignity, you know!"

"Really? Show me, then. Are they cute?"