Chapter 303 Pent Up Desires

Chapter 303 Pent Up Desires

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303 Pent Up Desires

Beatrice herself could not see this aura, but she noticed that Killian was practically trembling at the sight of her. She sized the Anti-matter beast up and down, then narrowed her eyes, turning to Dante.

"And what does this one do?"

Dante glanced at the frightened Killian with puzzlement. "He's usually a tough guy, calls himself Killian like some serial killer. He's a Divine Beast of Anti-matter, able to produce the substance continuously depending on his power."

"Oh? Anti-matter? Well, what do you know, it just so happens that I do NOT like anti-matter." Beatrice spoke slowly as her eyes became full of killing intent towards Killian.

After all, Anti-matter was the primary method used to kill her mother back then, not to mention that it became one of the few things that could harm her, which her enemies often tried to employ to limited success.

So naturally, she had no good feelings towards the substance, energy, or anything affiliated with it. In this case, a Divine Beast that made its whole shtick about the thing would naturally not grace her good books.

What truly disappointed and chilled Killian was that he could see Dante glancing at him indifferently. If Beatrice gave the word, he would terminate the summoning contract and send Killian back into the quantum world to eke out his days in ignominy, knowing that a simple 'off switch could end his existence at any time.

We always joked about how the world was a simulation, but it was truly existentially terrifying to think that you could be seated where you were at this very instant and in the next, everything that composes you is simply lost forever, your thoughts coming to an end as your existence is wiped because someone pressed the shut down button.

You wouldn't even feel it. One moment you were aware and the next... void.

Killian did not want to experience that fate. How could he only rush back into Dante's soul space to hide? After all, he did not think begging or groveling would work; he was not a Truth Beast and did not know what Beatrice was like.

However, one thing Killian did know was that if you were an eyesore to someone, the best way to reduce aggression was to get the fuck out of their sight. In this case, it worked as Beatrice lost interest in the fellow and turned to the other ones.

"Oh? This must be the Faith one, right? How do you plan to use her?" Beatrice asked as her eyes fell on Dorothy, the white dove.

Meanwhile, Beatrice was coaxing Antonia to sleep in her cot, but she didn't realize that the room was now silent and empty, with not a single lifeform within a 100 meters of their location except the baby.

Dante smiled weirdly and stood up from his seat, taking heavy and meaningful steps towards Beatrice who had her back turned to him. By the time she realized the nefarious presence behind her, it was too late as Dante's slightly taller figure bore down on her.

Beatrice froze and stood up right, her lips forming a thin line as sweat formed on her brow. "Dante? Is that you?"

"Of course, it's me. Isn't it great, my darling wife? We're finally alone, with no more distractions or voyeurs around to disturb us." Dante's voice sounded a bit different, containing a hint of perverse enticement.

Beatrice flushed at feeling his breath and growing body heat - literally, since his hellfire began to churn in his body - understanding what was about to happen, but not dreading it.

After all, she too had abstained for over 10 months since she prioritized the safety of the child and did not dare take any risks.

As someone who used to drain Dante dry every chance she got, no matter how horny or deprived Dante thought he was, it was only half of what Beatrice had felt all this time.

However, because of Antonia, Beatrice could not find the time to exert her desires, not to mention that Dante was going to be very busy henceforth.

Still, Beatrice had a trace of rationality even as purple-colored hearts formed in her eyes. Her lips tightened as she resisted the urge to drool.

"B-But Antonia... needs to... sleep..."

Dante smiled playfully and cast the 6th Rank Rejuvenating Tranquility spell, which was an upgrade from the calmness spell. It caused Antonia to fall asleep immediately, and she would enjoy the kind of rest only told of in legends.

He then leaned into Beatrice and breathed out a bit of heat from his raging hellfire coursing through his veins, causing Beatrice's knees to almost buckle.

"Now, what's your excuse? Every day you day to walk around looking so beautiful and sexy, you think I don't have any evil planned?" Dante stated with a hint of blame.

He placed his hands around herwaist and gently caressed her soft and supple body. "No one is going to save you this time, you have fallen into the hands of the evil demon..."

However, if Dante could see the kind of expression the unhinged and now worry-free Beatrice wore, he would know that she was not the one that would soon need saving.