"Fine! Let Vishanti bear witness—you'd better not go back on your word!"
Satana was immediately delighted to hear Deathstroke's answer. She laughed so hard her whole body trembled, then promptly cast a spell to draft the contract and summoned a witness.
Vishanti could not even be bothered to show up. Only the image of the Triangular Holy Emblem appeared in midair and flickered briefly, merely going through the motions.
Once the contract took effect, Satana immediately struck a bashful, innocent maiden's pose. She pouted, closed her eyes, blushed, and squirmed coyly.
At the same time, though, she curled her finger at the man, urging him to hurry up. She could not wait any longer!
Her little mouth was lush and enticing, a soul-stealing red, while her beauty itself was overflowing with temptation.
But Su Ming was someone who enjoyed having fun. Teasing Satana was indeed amusing, yet the Sorcerer Supreme would not be manipulated by a demon.
She was, after all, a demon—and a Hell Lord at that. Her way of controlling men was through seduction. If he gave in from the start, she would make even more excessive demands in the future, constantly tempting him into deals with similar "benefits" until he became completely wrapped around her finger.
So Deathstroke's solution was simple.
"Strangle!"
Black sludge surged from the gaps in the black-and-yellow armor, gathering into a thick tentacle. Strangle's face emerged at its tip, its crescent-shaped eyes narrowing as it snickered before flowing toward Satana on the throne.
It did not bite her. Instead, it extended a broad, thick tongue like a doormat and gave her a long, wet lick.
The she-demon was still waiting with her eyes closed when the huge tongue licked from her navel all the way to her forehead.
It was over in an