The Life of Lust Demon

'Is Anos pretending to be clueless, or is he genuinely this dense?'

Hannah mulled it over for a moment before deciding it had to be the former. No one could possibly be this oblivious and still walk around with that smug look on their face.

"You want to know? Fine. I'll tell you—right after I beat you into the ground." With that, Hannah strode confidently up the stage stairs.

As she walked, Anos couldn't help but notice her for the first time in full detail. Up until now, he'd been avoiding any trouble with her, trying to keep his head low and not attract her wrath. But now? He was seeing everything.

Hannah's white crop top hugged her figure like a second skin, accentuating the tantalizing curves of her bust and leaving her toned midriff on display. Below, her black pleated mini-skirt barely touched her knees and flared with every step she took, offering teasing glimpses of her skin-colored pantyhose that glistened faintly under the light.

But it wasn't just her outfit. Every step she took sent her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm, her ample buttocks bouncing sensually with each movement. The skirt, try as it might, failed to fully conceal the delicious outline of her figure.

Anos could feel his heart racing, a bead of sweat sliding down his temple. He fought hard to maintain his composure.

Hannah was infamous for more than just her prowess. Her beauty and allure had captured the quiet lust of both students and teachers alike. Yet no one dared to approach her, let alone get close. Hannah's cruelty was well-known—those who got too bold had paid dearly for it.

Hannah stopped midway up the stairs and pulled out her phone. Anos, standing just one step behind her, froze when he caught an unexpected view.

From his vantage point, his gaze unwillingly drifted upward. What he saw nearly made his knees buckle.

She's wearing crotchless pantyhose, Without underwear!

The faint shimmer of the fabric exposed more than it hid, and from beneath the hem of her skirt, he caught the unmistakable sight of her toned, juicy ass cheeks were framed by crotchless pantyhose, the sheer fabric clinging to her thighs and accentuating the creamy skin beneath. But it wasn't just her exposed curves that caught his eye—no, the thing that sent his blood roaring was the silver heart-shaped plug nestled snugly between her cheeks, gleaming under the lights.

Anos's mind spiraled into chaos. What the actual—?!

His cock twitched in response, heat rushing through him as his mind spiraled. Hannah's every step made the plug shift slightly, adding to the obscene allure. The sight was so bold, so goddamn filthy, it was all Anos could do to keep his composure.

No. Don't look. Pretend you didn't see anything!

He forced his gaze away and plastered a neutral expression on his face, but deep down, he knew the damage was already done.

Hannah, still on the phone, smirked subtly to herself.

"Hey, are you in the Sky Martial Court?" she asked casually. "If you are, come watch me crush someone."

Anos, though struggling to re-center his thoughts, couldn't help but wonder. Who's she even calling?

The voice on the other end of the line paused before replying flatly, "Not interested."

Hannah frowned, lowering her phone. "Tch. Uptight Bitch."

Sliding her phone back into her pocket, she turned her head slightly, catching Anos out of the corner of her eye. Her smirk widened just a fraction. She knew.

Anos swallowed hard. The way she looked at him, the flicker of amusement in her gaze—it was clear she was fully aware of what he had seen.

As she casually finished her call and resumed walking, she glanced over her shoulder, a knowing smirk playing at her lips.

"Enjoying the view, are we?" she said, her tone dripping with playful menace.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Anos feigned ignorance, his expression carefully neutral. "Not at all. Just admiring the craftsmanship of the stairs."

Hannah chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Sure you were. Let's see if that focus holds on the stage."

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The students in the spectator seats buzzed with excitement, their voices rising in a chaotic mix of cheers and jeers.

"Goddess, crush him!"

"Show the Advanced Division's class's power!"

"Destroy him! Break his—"

"Okay, calm down!" someone interrupted, but the damage was done. Anos staggered slightly, his expression shifting from confusion to annoyance. Who the hell just yelled about breaking that?

Coughing to shake off the odd tension, Anos focused on Hannah, standing confidently on the stage. "Senior Sister," he said, his voice calm but edged with curiosity, "you brought me here to fight, right? A proper duel, not just some random beating."

Hannah tilted her head, her lips curling into a predatory smile. Her voice was smooth, carrying a mocking lilt that made Anos's eye twitch. "Oh, Anos, you're thinking way too much," she purred. "I didn't bring you here for a 'duel.' I brought you here so everyone could watch me beat the arrogance out of you."

Anos's confident demeanor faltered for a split second. "…You're joking, right?" he asked, trying to mask his disbelief. "This is just some Advanced-Class hazing thing, yeah?"

Hannah's eyes sparkled with cruel amusement. "Oh no, I'm completely serious," she said, stepping forward with an air of absolute authority. "This stage isn't for you. It's for them—" she gestured toward the crowd with a sweeping motion—"so they can enjoy the show."

The audience erupted into laughter, some cheering for her while others cast pitying glances at Anos. He clenched his jaw, feeling like he'd walked straight into her trap.

Hannah, on the other hand, was reveling in the moment. The way Anos's confidence teetered on the edge of shattering was more satisfying than she'd expected. She couldn't quite explain why she found it so amusing to toy with him. Maybe it was the smugness he carried with him, or perhaps it was the way he still clung to the delusion that she might fight fair.

But Hannah wasn't here to play fair. Not today.

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"Senior Sister, don't you think you're overdoing it a bit?" Anos said, his tone caught somewhere between reasoning and mockery. "Sure, you want to represent the Advanced Division and put me in my place—that's fair. But if word gets out that you, one of the strongest in the Advanced Division, are bullying a beginner like me, don't you think it'll tarnish your reputation? How about this: why not limit your strength to the Stage-One Spirit Core Realm? That would even the playing field. Deal?"

Hannah's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "What a coincidence," she replied with an air of nonchalance. "I'm not afraid of being laughed at."

Anos: "…"

Before he could argue further, Hannah stretched out her hand, and with a shimmer of light, the dagger she wielded before materialized in her palm.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not get carried away with spirit tools!" Anos exclaimed, taking an instinctive step back. "Swords have no eyes, Senior Sister!"

Hannah didn't bother to reply. In a blink, she became a blur, rushing at him with the speed of a storm.

Shit!

With a flick of his wrist, Anos summoned the Celestial Serpent Blade, its dark aura rippling as it met her dagger head-on.

Bang!

The clash of their weapons reverberated across the stage, a sharp metallic screech slicing through the air. Anos barely managed to hold his ground. Hannah's speed was unreal—she hadn't even activated her elemental powers yet, and she was already overwhelming him.

"Is this just the difference in our realms?" Anos muttered under his breath, eyes narrowing. No, that wasn't it. This wasn't just suppression through power—it was her raw speed, honed to an edge so sharp it seemed almost unfair.

Anos's advantage lay in the reach and power of his blade, giving him a longer attack range. But Hannah's dagger moved with lightning precision, and combined with her blistering speed, it completely negated any edge Anos thought he had. She was relentless, forcing him onto the defensive, every strike pushing him closer to the edge.

The crowd was abuzz with excitement.

"Damn, she's fast! Did you see that?!"

"Yeah, but Anos isn't slow either! He's holding his own somehow!"

"But look at her—Hannah's just toying with him. If she wanted to, she could've ended this fight already!"

After exchanging blows with Anos, Hannah confirmed one thing—this guy wasn't just some lucky upstart. His combat experience was on par with hers. He fought like a seasoned expert, someone who had seen his fair share of life-or-death encounters.

Some fighters might boast a high cultivation realm but crumble in actual combat, their skills sloppy and unrefined. Under equal conditions, such people would be defeated almost instantly. But Anos? He wasn't one of them. His movements were precise, deliberate, and imbued with a sharpness that came from years of hard-earned experience.

"He's no ordinary rookie," Hannah admitted to herself. Which meant her next move was clear: she had to lure him into revealing his true strength. If his displayed abilities matched a Spirit Core Realm Stage-Five expert—or worse, surpassed it—then the gap she sensed wasn't just skill but something far greater.

Meanwhile, Anos had already pieced together Hannah's intentions. If she truly wanted to beat him down for the sake of the Advanced Division's reputation, there was no need for this elaborate show. She could've handled him on the spot without the theatrics of dragging him onto the stage. Her actions betrayed her curiosity—she wanted something from him.

But what exactly?

Anos couldn't be sure, but he knew one thing: he didn't have many tricks left to play. His realm was as high as it appeared, but the gap in raw power between them was still daunting. Even so, he had one advantage—time. If he could stall long enough to study her attacks, adapt to her rhythm, and exploit any weaknesses, he believed he could turn the tables.

Confidence burned in his eyes as he thought, I just need a little more time. Let her think she's in control. When the moment comes, I'll show her exactly why she underestimated me.

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Whoosh—

Hannah's relentless assaults were like a suffocating storm, forcing Anos to stay sharp. Her sheer pressure was undeniable, her strikes precise and overwhelming. Anos gritted his teeth. She was powerful—there was no question about that. But as he parried and dodged, he couldn't shake the feeling that her dominance was tied largely to the disparity in their cultivation levels.

"If we were in the same realm..." Anos muttered to himself, deflecting another strike. Would it be this one-sided? No. Without her overwhelming advantage, it would be a different story. The real problem is that damned ability of hers...

But just as he prepared for her next move, Hannah abruptly leapt back, opening up a significant distance between them. Anos's eyes narrowed in suspicion. She wasn't retreating—this was calculated. He could feel it.

"What now?" he murmured, his gaze locked on her. He had learned one thing in this fight: Hannah's plans were never innocent.

Hannah's lips curled into a sly grin. "Deathly Tornado Winds!"

A howling gale burst forth from her as she unleashed her technique. The force of the wind was so intense that the spectators in the distance had to shield their eyes. The arena itself groaned under the power of the technique, and three enormous tornadoes materialized, barreling toward Anos with terrifying speed.

Anos steadied himself against the buffeting winds, his mind racing. These tornadoes didn't seem designed to kill outright, but their raw force was enough to pose a serious threat.

"Shit," he muttered. His usual techniques wouldn't cut it against something like this, and while he had an Earth-grade martial skill, Fivefold Thunderclap, he hesitated to use it. Revealing that kind of trump card here could have consequences.

His thoughts shifted to John. That looming fight with him wasn't far off, and Anos knew he still wasn't ready to face him head-on. Every triggered mission he completed, every hidden martial skill he mastered, would be crucial in the future. He needed to keep some cards hidden.

No. Not yet. There's no need to expose my hand here, Anos decided.

"Points Exchange For: Strength, Agility, Defense!"

Purple lightning surged around Anos's body, crackling with raw energy. The infusion of power heightened his senses and sharpened his movements. With the added boost to his agility and defense, he could feel his body responding faster, more fluidly.

The tornadoes loomed closer, but Anos didn't waver. He focused, grounding himself as the purple lightning danced along his arms. He wasn't using the destructive might of Fivefold Thunderclap, but the energy now coursing through him was still formidable.

As the wind howled around him, Anos smirked.

"Let's see how your fancy wind holds up against raw power."

With a deafening roar, he surged forward, lightning-infused fists meeting the swirling vortexes head-on. Sparks flew as the purple lightning crackled against the tornadoes' winds, the collision of elements lighting up the stage.

While wind often held an advantage in speed, strength told a different story. Anos's enhanced power tore through the tornadoes with brute force, scattering the winds into harmless currents. The crowd gasped in awe, their eyes wide with disbelief.

Hannah's grin faltered, but only for a moment. "Not bad," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "Looks like you've got some bite after all. But don't get cocky, Anos. I'm just getting started."

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