Dual Cultivation: Beasts and Women!

Secluded in a hidden corner, away from prying eyes, Liam found himself alone with Mylla. An inexplicable force seemed to swell within him, causing his chest to rise and fall involuntarily. The Incubus stirred in his soul space, igniting a spark of apprehension in the black-haired youth. He feared this unexpected development might derail his fledgling journey in the inner ward.

'What's happening to me?' Liam pondered, his gaze locked on Mylla's mesmerizing white eyes. The fragrance of her pink hair wafted around him, intoxicating his senses. She, too, seemed to be studying him with equal intensity.

Struggling to banish thoughts of Mylla's alluring appearance, Liam wondered if her approach mirrored the tactics employed by other faction members in City Thirteen. Was this another ploy to manipulate him?

"So," Mylla began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I'm aware you've already aligned yourself with a faction, Chief Porter. I'm not here to present alternative options. However, our allegiance to different factions doesn't prevent us from becoming allies."

"Allies? Is that your aim?" Liam's gaze flickered to her lips before returning to her eyes. He felt a warmth spreading through him, battling to suppress the unbidden thoughts clouding his mind.

A seductive smile played across Mylla's lips as she bit them gently, fully cognizant of Liam's internal struggle. To a lesser degree, she too felt the pull of attraction. Fortunately, her superior cultivation allowed her to maintain control, though not without effort.

"Indeed, that's my proposition," she continued. "I seek your friendship. Not all Division Chiefs need be adversaries. Our shared destiny is to ascend as Elders and become pillars of Demon Gate. We can achieve this in tandem, without resorting to cutthroat tactics."

She laid out her reasoning, presenting cold, hard facts. "Be warned, some of my peers won't share this perspective. You currently stand as the weakest and least influential in your position. For them, eliminating you might seem more expedient than courting your allegiance."

"And why should it be any different with you?" Liam challenged, suspicion glinting in his eyes.

Mylla's smile softened, her tone gentling as she lightly traced a finger along his forearm. "You're my type," she purred. "It would be a shame for a handsome boy like you to fall prey to the machinations of some of my less scrupulous colleagues."

He narrowed his eyes, feeling a chill at her touch as he saw himself in this situation for the first time.

"I'm currently single, did you know that?" Mylla suggested, her words a thinly veiled invitation. "I long for worthy companionship, but few can match my… intensity, I'm afraid." A melodious laugh escaped her lips, ensnaring Liam in a near-trance. Part of him recoiled in fear, while another part indulged in unbidden fantasies.

She leaned in, and Liam braced himself for a kiss. To his surprise, her glossy lips halted a hair's breadth from his cheek, sending tremors through his body. She then moved to his ear, her warm breath caressing his skin as she whispered, "We could evolve together, pushing the boundaries of our potential."

His eyes widened as he jerked away, finally recognizing the sensation that had been building since their encounter moments ago.

"Succubus," he muttered, barely audible to anyone but Mylla. Find adventures at empire

She smiled knowingly, allowing him his space. "And you harbor an incubus within you."

Their mutual recognition hung in the air, though Mylla had been quicker, having sensed Liam's nature from the moment she first laid eyes on him.

Liam felt utterly exposed before this woman. He glanced around furtively, paranoid that others might be witnessing their exchange. A fear even more potent than the exhilaration of proximity to a demon-bred 'relative' blossomed in his chest.

'Fuck! What's my next move?' he silently implored, opening his thoughts to the incubus for guidance.

The incubus's response was swift and unequivocal. 'I strongly advise against cultivation with this woman unless you're at least her equal in power. As you stand now, it would drain your vitality and erode your hard-earned foundation.'

'Then I should stay well away from her.'

'Not exactly,' the Incubus interjected, surprising Liam. 'Cultivating with her could be our opportunity. The ritual between an Incubus and a Succubus is renowned for its transformative power. However, it only yields fair results when both parties are of comparable strength. When there's a disparity, the stronger entity reaps greater benefits, potentially at the weaker one's expense.'Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Liam sensed the perilous nature of this proposition.

Attempting to steer the conversation to safer ground, he addressed Mylla, "I hadn't anticipated this turn of events this morning. Don't you have established partners? Why risk entanglement with me?"

She took a step forward, pressing him. "You men are all cut from the same cloth," she sighed. "Allow me to illuminate you, in case you're unaware. The legends surrounding succubi diverge significantly from reality."

She paused, ensuring she had Liam's full attention. "While it's true that we gain strength through seduction and cultivation with men, our methods differ from incubi. A succubus's power grows through repeated cultivation with the same partner. Engaging with multiple partners simultaneously can lead to… complications for us."

The incubus confirmed what she said, making Liam learn something new and peculiar about these demonic Spirits.

Armed with this fresh knowledge, Liam probed further, "Are you aware that a cultivation session between us would yield effects only once? I cannot see how this aligns with a long-term collaboration."

"You're more astute than I anticipated," Mylla conceded, her smile a mixture of admiration and frustration at finding her prey not so easily ensnared. "But what I offer would be more than sufficient. The union of an incubus and a succubus could birth something entirely unprecedented—a metamorphosis of both Spirits and an essence more valuable to me than a hundred ordinary partners."

Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "When I first laid eyes on you earlier, I was merely curious about the newcomer. But I quickly discerned the reason for your rapid ascent, and in you, I saw my chance—our chance."

Mylla's eyes blazed with intensity. "Cultivate with me, Liam, and we'll eclipse all other Division Chiefs in power. Together, we can ascend to the rank of Elders and seize control of the sect!"

Liam detected an ambitious gleam in Mylla's gaze, underscored by a confidence that bordered on cockiness.

Her proposition was undeniably tempting, but not enough to override Liam's better judgment. "Let's entertain the notion that I'm agreeable to this alliance," he began, carefully measuring his words. "I wouldn't consent to it now. You'd need to wait until I've reached parity with your level. Are you prepared for such a delay?"

Patience was clearly not Mylla's strong suit, but the potential rewards seemed to outweigh her usual impulsiveness. "I'll grant you three months," she declared after a moment's consideration. "If you haven't cultivated with me by then… well, our arrangement will be null and void."

Liam didn't miss the thinly veiled threat lurking beneath her words. He was certain that if he failed to meet her terms at the end of this grace period, Mylla would either attempt to force herself upon him or, worse, expose his true identity to his numerous potential enemies.

Women with Succubus Spirits didn't face the same persecution as men with Incubus Spirits. The Succubi's cultivation methods rarely led to widespread destruction or societal decay, granting them a degree of immunity from hunters.

While no one knew about Mylla's first Spirit, she remained unfazed by the prospect of Liam exposing her secret. Her position of power rendered such threats ineffective.

Liam clenched his fists, acutely aware of his precarious situation. Mylla held all the cards—superior strength, crucial information about him, and the tantalizing promise of unprecedented power through cultivation. He couldn't risk alienating her, despite the danger she posed.

'Fuck! What a shitty situation!' he thought, his mind racing.

Masking his turmoil with a smile, Liam replied, "Very well. I'll do my utmost to meet your requirements… By the way, what's your current cultivation level? Your uniform obscures my ability to sense it."

"I'm at the 5-Star of the Spirit Sky Realm," Mylla revealed with a self-satisfied smile, tapping his shoulder gently. "Hurry up, I'll soon advance to 6-Star."

With those parting words, she brushed past the now-pale Liam, making her way back to her subordinates. As she departed from the Law Enforcement Hall, Liam stood rooted to the spot, the implications of her words sinking in.

'Shit! I need to reach at least 5-Star Spirit Sky cultivation within three months, or I'm screwed!'

The encounter with Mylla had thrust him into an impossible puzzle—he couldn't escape, yet the task before him seemed unbeatable.

'Don't fixate on it just yet,' the Incubus advised, keen to keep his Spirit Master focused. The prospect of cultivating with Mylla represented a chance for evolution, and the Incubus couldn't risk Liam fleeing from this opportunity. 'You'll grow stronger. Remember, you've only been in Demon Gate for three months! Stick to your plans and don't let yourself get sidetracked!'

Incubus was clearly an ambitious and selfish bastard. But Liam couldn't disagree with him as he sighed, finally turning slowly back to where Toby and Electa were waiting curiously to hear what had just happened.

"Mylla offered an alliance," Liam explained succinctly. "Toby, coordinate with her First Officer to establish the groundwork for our cooperation… But let's table this discussion for now. It's time I familiarize myself with the pressing matters at the Law Enforcement Hall."