Chapter 414 Crazy Beille



Noticing his concealed anger and killing intent, Beille suddenly smiled. "Interesting."

"Initially, I wasn't sure but you are indeed different from the humans we rear because even though they resent us deep down for enslaving them as any sane person would do, they have long since forget to feel any anger toward us no matter how we treat them. The only emotion they have upon seeing us demons is fear."

"But you are completely opposite to them. Although you've tried to act submissive, there has never been any trace of fear and right now, all you have is anger and killing intent." She said, looking at him strangely.

Max instantly tensed up when he heard her. The feelings of anger and humiliation he was feeling instantly disappeared, replaced with fear for his life as he cursed in his mind. 'Damn it. She has become suspicious of me.'

But as time passed, Beille didn't do or say anything. She just looked at him silently.

Then suddenly, she opened her mouth and said, "Move your hands."

"What?" Max was dumbfounded. He was thinking she might kill him since she noticed his killing intent and was suspicious of him, but he never expected her to ignore that completely and ask him to move his hands covering his crotch.

"Didn't you hear me?" Beille impatiently flicked her finger.

Swoosh!

Max felt a powerful energy pulling his hands away. No matter how hard he tried to resist, it was useless. So, finally, he was standing in front of this beautiful and quirky demoness, completely naked.

When her gaze landed on his sleeping dragon, her eyes flashed. She then chuckled, "Now I know why she is so protective of you. After having a taste of such a vigorous thing, no woman would want to be apart from you."

Max stood there, stunned. He couldn't understand just how her mind worked. A moment before, she was so domineering and forceful that it seemed she will kill him, but now she was suddenly smiling and… praising his thing.

There were three words that appeared in his mind for her. 'She is crazy.'

Feeling his gaze on her, she raised her head to look at him and smiled beautifully, saying, "Do you believe I'll gouge your eyes out if you keep staring at me like this?"

'Yeah. She is definitely crazy.' He nodded inwardly and stopped looking at her.

"Hehe, good kid." Beille smiled and then spoke in a puzzled tone, "But it's strange. I don't see any treasure on you that can block my senses. Maybe you have something inside your body? Should I cut you open and check it?"

Max felt chills run down his spine when he heard this.

Fortunately for him, the sound of water running in the bathroom stopped at this moment.

"Mm? She is coming out." Beille glanced back at the bathroom before saying, "Hurry and wear your clothes. Remember not to tell anything that happened between us or I'll kill you."

Max ignored her last words and pointed at the ripped pieces of his clothing on the ground and asked, "How am I supposed to wear these?"

Beille glanced down and said through gritted teeth, "That's why you should've followed my orders without hesitation. I really want to slap you to death."

Saying this, she closed her eyes for a brief moment.

Just a few seconds later, someone knocked on the door.

Beille hurriedly opened the door, took a spatial ring from the person outside before slamming the door shut.

She then threw the ring toward Max. "Here, wear one of these. Consider it my gift for my niece's toy. Now, hurry. She is about to come out. I don't want her to nag me to death."

Max caught the ring and took out a brand-new set of black robes. After wearing them, he nodded in satisfaction. Finally, he was free from those tattered clothes.

"Mm? You are a good looking human. Not bad." Beille nodded. She then waved her hands, and the ripped pieces of clothes on the ground vanished.

Click!

At this moment, the door opened, and Amara walked out, looking refreshed.

When she saw her aunt and Max standing close, she raised her brows and asked, "What are you guys doing?"

"Nothing. I just gifted your little lover new clothes. Doesn't he look better now?" Beille teasingly said, walking back to the sofa and sitting down.

"Oh?" Amara finally noticed that Max wasn't wearing those tattered rags anymore. She looked at him up and down. Since the robes were tight fitting, they perfectly outline his lean yet muscular body. With his handsome face, sapphire eyes and flowing hair, he exuded a very attractive masculine charm that made her heart throb.

"Mm?" Beille frowned when she saw Amara dazedly looking at him. Suddenly thinking of something, she coldly said to her. "Although he is indeed a good-looking man, don't forget he is just a human who you can only use as your slave. Don't develop any feelings for him or you will suffer."

Hearing her words, Amara broke out of her daze and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking, aunty? I know all this, alright?"

Seeing her reaction, Beille shook her head and sighed, "It's good that you know."

She then glanced at Max and said, "Now you go and wash yourself. If you don't want to die, remember to always wash her scent off you after doing that."

Amara's cheeks flushed in embarrassment when she heard this, while Max calmly nodded before walking toward the bathroom.

Beille watched him enter the bathroom before shifting her gaze to the blushing Amara and couldn't help but hit her on her head when she saw her expression.

…

After a while, Max came out of the bathroom feeling refreshed.

When he glanced at the two demon ladies on the sofa, he noticed the atmosphere was serious, unlike before.

Beille still had the same expression, while Amara had a serious expression, her brows knitted together.

'What happened while I was inside?' Max thought.

Noticing Max coming out, she glanced at Beille and said, "Aunt, quickly arrange the things I told you. I want to go back home and meet my brother."

Beille nodded and closed her eyes for a moment. Seeing this, Max understood she was communicating with the shop's employees outside like she did before.

'Mental communicating. Does this mean she is at least a five-star demon?' He thought.