Chapter 197 16: Devil's Trickery



"Hehe~ where shall we go," Eva's slurred and pleasant voice sounded from Raven's shoulder as she leaned against him with her soft ass pushing against his cheek.

They were still in the middle of their drinking competition, but Eva began to get playful, climbing onto his shoulders and letting her heavy breasts rest on his head. The large pillows rested atop the Raven's head, pressing it down like a helmet.

He held her long and gorgeous legs with a firm yet gentle grip.

His attention was focused entirely on their match, so the warm body leaning over him and the pressure and scent of Eva's soft tits around his face hardly registered as he waited for the next goblin ale to be brought out.

Raven himself could feel he was drunk. The bar seemed slightly blurred, but he was sure the little devil was worse. How else could she speak normally in the situation she was in?

It was time; the next goblin brew had come; the only thing he and Eva did was stare at one another competitively with a slanted smile.

Then, in unison, the duo lifted their glass and chugged down their brews as fast as they could, feeling the strong flavour flow through their insides, permeating and stinging the innards as it was sent to the belly.

They soon reached the bottoms of their mugs; however, in Raven's case, the foam. A rumbling sensation and a warm feeling surged through his body. His mind spun a little, and he noticed that his thoughts had gotten fuzzier than usual. It wasn't hard to hold on, though... just needed some more focus.

Eva, on the other hand, was just fine, as her smooth, velvet thighs squished against his muscles when she kicked playfully, "Hehe~ delicious, what a lovely beer with a strong lemon scent."

"Oh? The girl knows her Gobbo ale well!"

"Fufu~" 'It's not like my mother doesn't own the brewery that makes most of these beers, nyahahaha.' She thought, looking down between her legs as she ruffled the silky black hair of Raven. He was too drunk to notice, as all he did was remain silent while focusing on their game.

The patrons began to roar, all paying attention to the game, a mix of who they wanted to win and who to bet on, making a ruckus while betting on who would hold their brew for the longest time.

Eva grew curious about her handsome escort, thinking that the last few rounds were impossible for him; she could feel his body swaying. While leaning and massaging his head with her inner thighs, Eva softly caressed Raven's cheek with her fleshy legs' fine, milky texture, "Hmm? Alistair, are you feeling okay?"

"..."

Raven remained quiet, sitting on a stool unperturbed by Eva's feet.

"...You..." She hiccuped, and a sweet perfume assaulted the surroundings, making many ogles at Eva's generous chest, "You don't look so good; I'm getting a little concerned..."

'Wait.' The blue-eyed demon realized the effects of her perfume had gone wild.

However, there was no sign of the tingling and ticklish feeling, as the usually fun drink was more intoxicating to the youngster.

Eva thought with a delightful grin and an intent expression, "It seems a little Goblin Ale wouldn't be able to beat you, will it? Well, let me give you something more potent and exciting."

A sudden wet, sticky sound came from behind Raven's head; as she reached down, out of sight of others, she quickly pushed her slightly wet finger into his mouth, "Hmm, there we go, good boy."

He subconsciously licked her fingers as she rubbed them against his tongue, letting him taste the flavour before pulling them back up.

Her delicate, alluring and passionate face entered his view, showing her attractive red eyes in a bright expression as she showed a charming smile, "Be happy because you just got yourself some Devil's nectar!"

It took a while before the confused and inebriated man felt his mouth feeling strange. It was a bit sticky, with a small sweetness he could tell wasn't of the drink he had imbibed but still familiar. It reminded him of honey, milk and sweet sap, almost addicting.

'That was... huh? Wasn't that her hand? Wait...'

Raven knew her hands were coated with something strange... as his heart began to beat faster, his face started to sweat. The scent and feeling of Eva's body became all he could focus on, like his senses were amplified to the limit. Yet, only when regarding her everything else became muted and dull.

"You better savour it... I didn't know I would get it off for anyone, hehe~" A drunk giggle escaped Eva as she could not help but smile gently and amusingly. However, the adorable devil wasn't the only one infected with the atmosphere. Raven's heart rate spiked as a wave of intense heat hit him. His head had grown dizzy; he began to pant.

He was looking at something incredibly lascivious and seductive yet difficult to describe with the word 'alluring,' a smile as delicate as a spring flower and beautiful, flowing scarlet hair. Her cherry blossom lips formed a perfect figure that invited him to press his own into a deep kiss. He could sense an electrifying connection that seemed almost romantic...

The blood within his veins had become excited as Eva's sweat glands exuded a strong, sultry and exhilarating aroma; Raven unconsciously licked his lips.

The crowd grew silent in anticipation; none knew what had happened between the two because of her magic and illusion spells.

Raven felt strange, yet he noticed an air of superiority in Eva's giggling smile. However, this feeling of superiority and the confident laughter that seemed to come from her soul allowed him to retain his sense of self; if he gave up here, she would lord her victory over him; he was sure of it.

Raven knew one thing clearly, and that was the fact she looked down on him in their competition.

His eyelids suddenly closed, and a wave of violent energy flowed throughout his body, forcing all the impurity, toxins and foreign objects from Eva's sweat inside. There was something very weird, not like normal poison or even curses; this wasn't a spiritual attack but a form of mana... magic that his body seemed to have no natural resistance to.

Rather than resistance, it was better to say his core gladly accepted. Because it was a pure pink essence beyond that of any woman he shared before, but it was more violent and selfish compared to Claudina, who was gentle and accepting. A devil through and through.

Soon, it left, making the entire area explode into thunderous applause. No longer needing a helping hand, Raven opened his eyes to show two clear iris.

"Hehe~ how was my offering?" Eva looked at him with a delighted expression.

The audience was amazed, unsure of what had just happened, "Ah?! He... He can still drink. Can you believe it!?"

"Uahhh! They have ten glasses left!"

Raven could tell what her laugh, expression and posture meant; the Devil Princess had probably dealt with men who backed out of challenges before. Now, the guy that had shown interest in her for the entire day 'won't disappoint, was what she thought.

They raised their respective cups to begin the final round.

With a serious look, he began drinking with his back straight while holding the wooden cup filled to the brim.

The smell had a hint of mildew, with a refreshing taste of lime; it was better than he had expected, almost heavenly in flavour. His only regret was his now sweaty body covered in a sweet, sticky mess and Eva's thick fragrance.n)(oV,eL.uSb-C-o,M

And this was it... the final cup... no more after this, it would take a minute's drinking without pausing until victory.

As Raven held his breath in the hot room, Eva closed her eyes while holding her drink, tilting her neck, letting the cold liquid trickle down her gullet without rushing because the last drink had a trick... there was an enchantment causing it to be ten cups in one.

Rushing was surely a fool's errand. The speed required was close to the limits of an ordinary man's body to achieve. The problem with the enchantment was not its effect or potency; the drawback was that a side-effect meant an individual's innards would not fare so well under such a beating and needed to drink slowly.

Fortunately, the last glass was in no way deadly for their bodies. What it caused was, most certainly, nothing life-threatening. Only those who drank the stuff would barely remember their actions for the next few hours. So, the rules were clear; only drink at half-speed to avoid breaking the body.

While he could focus without difficulty and understood his bodily limit and tolerance for alcohol, Eva found it difficult. Soon, it became increasingly evident that the prince wasn't close to blackout drunk. If she didn't do something, then he would win?!

Raven had fooled her...

His neon blue eyes smirked as the princess of hell suddenly began to gulp down her pint, the foam spilling from the corners of her soft, squishy lips as he quickly matched her speed, 'Ah?! Oh, my gods... did the world shift?!' Eva was shocked; her vision started waiving as the area became tilted, making her body shake slightly while walking, "Huu..."

It didn't last long before a brilliant plan came to the princess, but her goal wasn't to win. The prize wouldn't be worth it. A cool smile appeared on her, and she chuckled, "Mnn? Alistair? I must've done something stupid." She pointed and laughed.

Her attention had completely disappeared from the drink; instead, she started laughing uncontrollably while trying to focus.

Eva lost.

This would make her look bad as she wasn't even trying, so what was she to do? All of her plans had fallen apart at the seams. Luckily, the girl had the intelligence and capacity of a noble. Once it was apparent what had happened, she saw a genius plan. 'Let's drag him down with me! My loss would be less apparent then.' She thought as she increased her pace, now on the fourth pint of the final drink.

Her eyes watched Raven below her with a misty look.

Eva swallowed the excess liquid. Her glossy, vibrant lips felt sticky, and her mouth was full of something strange... it tasted like peaches, but her throat was as if it was set aflame; a scorching, hot and dry sensation was on her chest, making her swallow repeatedly as her heart throbbed strongly.

Wanting to see how close the other was, her ruby-coloured eyes flitted from side to side, and she leaned forward. "It-it's almost over! No matter how abnormal the orcs body is, I'll end the fight!"

***

A few minutes later...

"Ahh~ I a finsihed... Mmm~ I won?" Eva was drunk, her eyes and body swaying, barely able to remain seating on Raven's head.

'Huh?' Raven blinked rapidly, surprised to find his wooden cup had a bit of liquid and foam remaining, but the room seemed slightly distorted, and his sight was dim; it was evident that he had lost his previous senses.

Even so, he kept his head clear, feeling a strong sensation from behind the neck and holding an ample soft thigh, but it seemed they both passed as the barkeep handed the 1,000 credits back to him and took a picture of the pair with his strange camera.

"Oh~ how amazing that you both managed to endure, but you are both quite wasted... Please use this key and stay at our cosy hotel overnight, only 500 credits per person."

'Hahahahahaha~ that's how they win.' Raven didn't even feel mad, his lips chuckling before handing over the money and rolling off his stool, with Eva's squishy thighs clasping his head, feeling the movement of her soft meat and hard muscles moving as the pair swayed together.

***

"Damon... Was it okay to let them share a room like that?" Asked the barkeep's wife, her eyes looking at the pair sway up the stairs together.

"Aye? Why not?"

"Because goblin ale increases libido, and those two just drank more than a few litres... Even a saint would become a sex fiend..."

"Ah..."