The ghost inside the Mimic was a dedicated professional.
Strictly speaking, it was a ghost enslaved by a Devil. It had been forced to sign a contract, stuffed inside a Mimic, and made to control its new body so it could bewitch one target after another.
But it rather enjoyed the work.
Love the work you do.
In life, it had been a human-Succubus hybrid, making its living mostly among the Demonfolk. Its job had always been to awaken the depraved desires lurking in people's hearts.
It had died in a clash between Devils and Demons.
And because it had human blood, it had been cursed into a ghost and enslaved by its current master, the Lust Demon John.
It had a new master, but the same old job.
Success at bewitching someone thrilled it and gave it a real sense of accomplishment.
Even failure, followed by punishment from its master, thrilled it by satisfying its particular tastes.
Sometimes it would even make mistakes on purpose, just so it could be punished.
Demons were like that. A few abnormal interests were perfectly normal.
It was a bit of a pervert, but it still knew where to draw the line. Like with its current target.
Given how much its master, John, valued Jia Xiu, it had no doubt that if it failed this time, the punishment would far exceed anything it could enjoy.
There was even a very real chance it would be destroyed.
So it was taking this mission extremely seriously.
A pale, gaunt, translucent spirit rose from the Mimic.
According to the plan, it would gradually influence Jia Xiu, starting with a little greed and eventually driving him completely mad.
Tonight, it would begin with a little probing.
It slowly extended a hand, carefully controlling its magic as it