Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Chapter 136 Chapter 136 Blood For Blood

Behind her, the mysterious flying swordsman remained silent- arms folded across his chest, coat flapping in the wind, and with his round hat shrouding his eyes and dark features from the moonlight.

Dragging her weight, Monica's feet slithered across the soft grass, bringing herself a foot closer to him.

"Look at you, whimpering like a puppy. . .if I was a man with your size and heritage, I would have been king of Castra city by now!"

She flicked the blade, rotating it by the hilt, bringing the tip forward- pointing it as him;

"You really are a disgrace to manhood. . ."

Under the shadow of the tree, her hand moved in the darkness;

"Maybe, just maybe you don't deserve to be a man. . ."

With a laser-like focus, she placed the tip of the knife on his ball sac- right between both testes.

Paul winced as the icy coldness of the sharp blade came in contact with his skin. He held his breath, not daring to make a single move.

"You know what?" she asked; "I'm thinking that maybe deep down, you're not really man. . .I should do the world a favor, and carve out your balls right now. . .who knows if you would find your calling as an eunuch. . ."

She cocked her head wickedly- her tone utterly condesceding, she asked with flashing eyes;

"Hey, if I chop your balls off, can you still get hard?"

The silence echoed louder than the raging blood in Paul's ears. His upside down neck tilted slightly as he swallowed.

"Shit, what am I saying?" she lowered her head, shaking it as she touched her temple with her free hand;

"There's no need to ask you when I can just do this. . ."

Faster than her shadow could follow, Monica grabbed his flaccid dick and stretched out the tube- separating it from his fat hairy balls, eliciting a cry of shock from Paul as she tightened her full grip on his cap.

With her face twisted in a mask of madness, she bit down her lower lip in a frenzied excitement, and extended his curved dick- drawing out its full length to a painful stretch. Eyes widening in perverse joy, she sniffed like a lunatic and placed the horizontal length of the sharp blade on the soft membrane between his dick and balls. . .

Paul's lower body began vibrate violently as his deep voice boomed in fear;

"MONICA PLEASE- DON'T DO THIS!! DON'T–"

As she took her time, inching the blade lower and lower, Paul continued to squirm like a worm on a fishing hook;

"MONICA! MONICA!! MON–"

The icy sharp edge of the cold steel rested on his ball sac.

"Oh my– Monica PLEASEEEE!! You don't have to–"

She tightened her grip on his dick cap, and squeezed even harder as she pulled and stretched out his cock like an elastic toy;

"Arggghhhhhhhh"

He wailed into the night.

Nexus, still watching, looked over his shoulders nervously- peering into the shadows, scanning with his eyes all around, watching to see if anyone or anything was coming.

Monica's naked nipples began to harden on the spot- not from the cold breeze, but from the flood of arousal from hearing, watching, and feeling Paul squeal helplessly.

She withdrew her blade at the last minute, barely skidding it against the hairy piece of meat that housed his balls.

"Oh shut up you pussy, I haven't even touched you yet and you're wailing like an ewe giving birth. . ."

She watched in delight as his whole body trembled in shock. Terror displaced shock as he jerked his head upwards, staring at Monica wide-eyed in fear, trying to envision what was on her mind.

But Monica was on the brink of total psychosis. Her crazy eyes burned with an incandescent fire. Across her face was a maelstrom of expressions- the occasional crazy twitching of her eyes, the pursing and releasing of her lips, the wicked sardonic grin that kept contracting and retracting.

A hopeless howl escaped from his throat- the bitch had gone mad!

Suddenly, Monica's face strained- tightening back to seriousness in a second. Her left hand squeezed his cock tightly, as her right arm shot upwards again- slicing through the air, bringing it down on his overextended shaft with a slicing arc.

Paul yelped when her grip tightened on his soft penis. He squealed again when he saw the blade whipping through the air, hurtling towards his dick.

The blade rushed downwards, and Paul grimaced- waiting for the slash, and the pain, and the blood, and all the goriness that came with being dismembered. But it never came! At the last second, her wrist had skidded, missing his meat completely!

Head spinning, and chest thumping, Paul arched his head forward, looking beyond her pussy in his face- looking to see if his cock was still there!

What the fuck? Was he dreaming?! Did she miss?!

A rich, dry chuckle rang from her scratchy throat. Snickering, with her eyes bulging wildly, she mocked him;

"Shiiiii, you should see the look on your face! You looked like you were about to shit your pants!"

His head collapsed backwards, panting, breathing heavily- slowly backing down from that roller coaster ride.

"Oi!" she snapped as she smacked the width of the blade against his balls. His whole body jerked into attention immediately.

"What's the rush eh? You really want this to be over quick don't you?"

She placed both hands on her knees and bowed towards his ear. Her cold voice quoted his own words back at him;

". . .this is me giving you a heads up Paul. . .this will not be a ten/twenty minute procedure. . .no, I am going to fuck up your cock. . ."

With a start, Paul realized she was quoting his own words back at him! He began to beg desperately

"Please Monica! Shit I swear I didn't mean all that back there, I just wanted to tease you a litttle- that's all!! I just wanted to pay Madeline back for what she did!! She humiliated me! She made me fuck a pig in front of my whole family!"

His voice cracked as he poured out his truth to her;

"–my mother saw my pee pee!"

Nexus could not help himself. Amused, his shoulders heaved as he burst out a light chuckle. He was smiling from ear to ear- grinning wildly at the image he was painting!

Monica looked down on Paul with a flicker of distaste in her eyes;

"I really did not think it was possible to look down on your anymore than I already am, but damn, you're a pathetic fool."

He jerked his head up again and protested with the whole veins popping on his face;

"It's true! It's all true! I swear I wouldn't make this up!"

Pretending not to hear him, she lifted up the dagger to his crotch again, and began to encircle it- dragging the pointy end of the blade round and round about the stick, mumbling to herself like she was making an incantation;

"I'm just about getting tired of your voice, this was supposed to be fun, and yet, you still managed to rob me of my entertainment. . ."

His cracked voice came again;

"Monica I swea–"

"Stop talking."

"Monica pleas–"