By the port of the Atlantic city, Leo stepped down from the ferry with a young lady following closely behind him. Several days had passed since the ritual, and the boy had fully inherited the family and fulfilled most of his tasks. Now that the curses had been broken, the women of the Halfmoon could freely leave the island. However, due to the recent disaster at the harbor town, they had to stay behind at the moment to handle the aftermath. As for the boy's mother, she was still in a coma from the brutal domination.
It was expected for the tragedy of the island to make it onto the next headline, as numerous tourists and residents had lost their lives that night. Fortunately, the media forged plausible reasons under the discretion of the government to cover up the incident; it seemed like the rest of the bureaucracy did not want to meddle with the island's affair.
"Erm... young master, I will take my leave here." Rika was about to bow down before Leo stopped her by holding her shoulder.
"No need for such formality, we are classmates and I see you as a friend." He gently spoke.
Leo did not want Rika to act as his servant, even though he thoroughly dominated her body and soul to the point that she wouldn't hesitate to strip and serve him right on the spot. For the young lady, seeing the boy as her master already became a second nature; it was difficult to treat him as anything else after everything that happened on the island.
"Plus, are you really going to keep calling me that in front of so many people?" He already noticed curious eyes gazing their way; imagine being called a young master in class, it will cause an uproar.
The slight tease made the young maiden blushed in red; yet surprisingly, she mustered her courage and stole a kiss on his cheek instead. The boy remained dumbfounded for a brief moment before the corner of his lips turned into a small grin, and silently, he watched the girl hurried off to catch the bus.
Savoring the lasting tenderness on his cheek, Leo wandered to the train station alone while swiping his phone. At one point, his body froze and cold sweat dripped down from his head; he forgot something quite important because of all the strange turn of events in the past few days. Putting away his phone, the boy let out a sigh and got on the train.
Recollecting his thought, he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and examined the almost invisible runic markings on his wrist. They were part of seals to help maintain the ever-growing power within him and extended to his crotch. Leo noticed the more he tried to channel his enormous reserve of Anima, the faster a certain irreversible change occurs on his body. The ritual might have temporarily relieved him from the excess energy; however, absorbing the women's curse in the process only sped up the transformation.
The change frightened him; it made him feel less human every second passed. He had to fight the strange feeling of something unknown trying to influence his mind, and there was also the impending threat of his inner instinct taking control over his body. So he decided, unless necessary, he will not undo his binding and minimize the use of Anima. Hence, other victims that were driven mad by the curse would have to wait until the boy felt ready.
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By the time he arrived back in town, it was late into the afternoon. The boy walked into the lobby of his apartment, unaware of the subtle dark energies festering below the ground. He got into the elevator and pressed on the floor number; but before the door closed, a woman with long black hair and bangs covering portions of her face rushed inside.
The age of the woman was unknown, but from her fair skin and the voluptuous body, she was certainly brimming with the charm of a mature and ripe lady. A figure attractive enough for Leo to sneak a couple glances at her glamor.
"Ma'am, which floor are you going?" Leo politely asked.
Without uttering a word, the woman raised a hand gesture of four.
There was only silence as the elevator pulled up. For some reason, it was going a lot slower than usual. Was it because he gained some weight coming back from the island? Leo embarrassingly thought. After all, the two bulky pendulums down there did indeed hang heavier than before.
"I wouldn't be here now if I knew." Jean shrugged.
"Right..."
Suddenly, there was another loud shriek coming from afar, and it sent shivering terror to the Jean's body. She reflexively grabbed the boy's hand in panic, but quickly placed it back down with a reddened face. It was rare to see the stern female agent responding like a little girl.
"JEEEAAAN!!!!" Shouting her name, the crude and distorted voice echoed far into the maze-like corridors.
"Shit, that thing is here again." Jean cursed out, which was a rare occasion as well.
"What is that?" Leo questioned.
"It's my former colleague. Now turned into an abomination after death. It's been chasing me for hours and follows me wherever I go." Then the female agent swallows her saliva.
"That thing does not die, it does not bleed and feels no pain. No matter what kind of damage I dealt to its body, they all regenerated at an impossible speed. Quick, find somewhere to hide, don't waste your energy against it." Jean urged the boy while pushing him into a closet in the nearby room; their bodies intermingled within the confined space.
Leo could not see the creature's body; but from its heavy footsteps, it had quite a large stature. Through its endless rage and fury while whacking everything along the corridor, it eventually wandered past their room and steadily disappeared into the darkness.
Moments later
"That thing is gone..."
"Yeah."
"Boy,"
"What is it?"
"Could you... cover for me while I take a little nap? I really need some rest."
"Of course."
As she said that, Jean fell fast asleep on Leo's chest. The female agent did not mind the heat building up within the tight closet; hours after hours of fighting and hiding on high alert had drained most of her stamina. Tingling sensations were throbbing around her crotch, but the woman now only wanted to rest on the broad and manly chest that gave her the comfort and a sense of safety she never had.