Dekan Never Loses

"Are you afraid?"

Olive felt Dekan's body begin to tremble and asked with a hint of confusion.

Dekan's bizarre state made her wary, yet it also sparked a sliver of curiosity within her.

She reached out, gently lifting her index finger to tilt Dekan's chin upward, wanting to reconsider how to deal with this rare little succubus.

However, at that very moment, she met Dekan's gaze once again.

In an instant, she had the illusion of staring into a ten-thousand-foot abyss beneath a sheet of ice.

Dekan's eyes were so cold they made her skin crawl.

"Hahahaha..."

Seeing the look of shock on Olive's face, Dekan suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had been teasing her all along.

"What are you laughing at?"

The trace of astonishment had yet to fade from Olive's face.

"I'm laughing because you're just too cute. To think you're actually wary of me—it's making me incredibly excited."

Dekan slowly raised his slightly trembling hand and clenched it into a fist.

"Are you suspecting that I was sent from above to conduct an inspection?"

Dekan's eyes were icy and filled with a sense of danger, his laughter laced with a touch of delight.

"Aren't you?"

Olive frowned; she was having trouble analyzing what Dekan was made of.

Ignoring the scorpion tail, Dekan took a step forward, staring straight into Olive's pupils.

Had Olive not instinctively retracted her scorpion tail, Dekan would likely have been impaled through the stomach just now.

"If I were here to inspect, I certainly wouldn't be talking to you this much. There are plenty of ways to lure you into a violation and then dispose of you."

Dekan said, a faint, ambiguous smile hanging on his face.

"You have two choices now: either treat me as an opponent and fight your wits against thin air, or listen to my proposal. Perhaps you'll find a pleasure that transcends the ultimate, something you've never experienced before."

His lips didn't curl into much of an arc, but his eyes held a complex, intertwined mix of indulgence and mockery.

For some reason, looking at this little demon, Olive felt an increasing itch in her heart.

From the very beginning, this little demon had been constantly plucking at her heartstrings.

Moreover, she was now extremely curious about what exactly this "pleasure that transcends the ultimate" that Dekan spoke of could be.

If only he truly weren't sent by the headmaster or those above.

"Is your heart hoping that I'll prove my identity to you?"

Dekan asked in her ear, his voice faint and filled with provocation.

Olive's expression froze.

"But it's impossible for you to prove it clearly, so no matter what, I will not believe you."

Olive replied.

The demons sent from above to supervise were none of them easy to deal with; even with the greatest of temptations, one must never easily lose themselves in them.

What's more, succubi were a race naturally adept at psychological warfare, their mouths full of lies.

She did not believe Dekan had any way to prove his true nature.

"Well, if I can successfully prove to you that I pose no threat, will you play a tense and exciting game with me?"

Dekan's voice was light and airy, seemingly carrying a hint of resentment.

"Heh, and what if I agree? Go ahead and try to prove it. If you are truly harmless, I would have wanted to play with you even without you asking."

Olive narrowed her eyes; although she no longer voiced her denial, she still watched Dekan with caution.

"Is there a possibility that I am not actually a demon at all?"

As he asked, Dekan equipped the Cursed Doll.

He reached out to cup Olive's chin, used his thumb to gently pry open her small mouth, and then firmly dragged his fingertip across her sharp teeth.

Instantly, the sweet, metallic taste of blood flowed into Olive's mouth.

At the same time, a stinging pain, transmitted from who knows where, made her body tremble slightly.

"This is... the scent of a human?"

She asked, stunned.

Although Dekan's disguise was exquisite, the scent of blood could never be wrong.

Olive knew this scent all too well.

She couldn't help but stare at Dekan again, as if she had discovered a priceless treasure.

In an instant, she felt as if her heart were about to burst and her blood were boiling.

What a perfect, what a mad creature this is!

He possesses a dangerous aura and the traits of a succubus.

Yet, he is a weak human who poses no real threat to her.

Most importantly, there is that marvelous ability of his that can feed pain back to her!

For this ability alone, she has resolved to keep this human by her side forever, as the finest plaything in the world.

[Mission Objective 3: No more than 3 impostors whose human identities are exposed; current disguise integrity 4/6]

"That's right, I'm no demon, just a human filled with goodwill toward demons."

"I want to understand demons better, and I want to do some interesting things with a charming high-ranking demon like you."

"Even if I end up on the verge of death... the more thrilling it is, the more addictive it becomes, wouldn't you agree?"

Dekan looked at the mission interface prompt and said with a smile.

"Hahahaha, you really are an interesting lunatic! But I like it!"

Olive laughed with a touch of mania, her eyes already filled with a scorching heat.

"Are you interested in playing a game with me now? I guarantee your sensations will be a hundred, a thousand times more intense than before."

Dekan said.

Just as he had planned, by first stabilizing the chaotic demon Olive, gradually lowering her guard, and then leading her on, she was finally taking the bait.

"I'm growing more and more fond of you. Come then, what harm is there in playing along? Tell me your thoughts."

Although Olive disliked following rules, Dekan's words were filled with a temptation she found difficult to refuse.

She even felt a faint sense of anticipation.

"In a moment, I will blindfold you. You won't be able to guess or see what I might do to you. There is a fifty-fifty chance I will make you feel the same extreme pain as before, and a fifty-fifty chance I will grant you a different kind of heavenly pleasure."

Dekan grinned, revealing his stark white teeth: "How about it? Want to try?"

Upon hearing this proposal, Olive's breathing grew rapid; she seemed almost unable to wait.

She craved this thrill where anticipation and tension coexisted.

Regardless of which outcome Dekan spoke of occurred, it would be an ultimate indulgence for her.

Moreover, she didn't have to worry about this weak human, Dekan, posing any threat to her life.

She walked over to a cabinet, rummaged through it, found a roll of blood-stained gauze, and handed it to Dekan.

"Hurry up."

"No problem, I will make you satisfied."

Dekan gently pressed on her shoulders, guiding her to sit in a chair, and then used the gauze to wrap around Olive's eyes, layer by layer.

Not long after.

Olive felt Dekan press his forehead against hers.

But her field of vision was pitch black; she could see nothing at all.

She could only hear the sound of her own heartbeat.

She was very much looking forward to whatever unknown pleasure and excitement Dekan might bring her.

Dekan silently took out two cards.

This performance had finally reached its end.

To trick Olive into giving him such an opportunity for close proximity, he had acted until his own scalp went numb, crafting a persona specifically designed to entice her.

However.

Hehehe.

Olive was finished.

Of the two cards in Dekan's hand, one was Ruined Poet, and the other was the final spell card he had brought into this Shadow World but had yet to use: Mental Clash.

The moment he summoned Ruined Poet, he activated this spell card.

[Mental Clash]

[Category: Spell Card]

[Grade: Purple Rare]

[Tier: 1]

[Effect: Only effective when the distance between both parties is less than 1 meter; the closer the distance, the stronger the effect. It triggers a clash of mental power between both parties. The side with the stronger mental power will deal a mental shock with a heavy stun effect to the weaker side.]

[Note: Stat check! Stat check! It's all about the stat check!]

This spell card originally dealt no physical damage.

Aside from giving the loser a particularly agonizing headache, the final mental shock would not damage the brain.

Its primary effect was the stun.

Of course, this was under the premise of normal pain sensitivity.

As for how much damage a mental shock would cause under 60 times the pain sensitivity, Dekan had never tested it on anyone...

But today, Dekan would finally get the answer he had been waiting for.