Helial felt much lighter, as if someone were lifting him up. A rhythm was lulling him. He wasn’t sure, since tiredness had left him unconscious. He was now suspended between sleep and wakefulness. Something seemed to be carrying him somewhere. Circe had indeed lifted him up from the floor and was flashing her way through the Royal Palace. Perhaps she would… cross-examine him or something?

Helial sensed something soft under his body. He concluded he was now lying on a bed. Something just as soft was gently pressed against his arm. He had no clue on what that might be. A pillow maybe? This was the last thing dead-tired Helial thought before falling asleep and starting to snort brazenly.

Circe was lying beside him and gazed at him maliciously. She had taken Helial in her room and made him lie in her bed. The purple silk bed sheets enhanced the Witch’s charming body. She began to draw circles on Helial’s chest. “The looks of a warrior, the sleep of a kid… You know, that Skill you used… Even I couldn’t block it. No surprise Pseudonym takes such interest in you.” She drew nearer to Helial and bit his year as she whispered: “But you’re all mine.”

Helial mumbled something while asleep and turned. Mana depletion left him exhausted. He dropped off into a deep and dreamless slumber. He remained quite in the dark he was in the clutches of the most feared Witch in all Orma.

If it weren’t for her faintly green complexion and the noticeable pointed ears, Circe could be easily mistaken for a human girl. The farther on the Dao of Mana, the closer to Humans a race features would get.

Humans were one of the most recent races in the universe. It was born after all of the myriads of creatures inhabiting the universe indeed. Though, it made the perfect receptacle of Mana power. Due to this, evolution got all the other races to slowly humanize. Even the great Ancestral Creatures like Dragons could take human shape once reached Immortality. The compressing and thickening of their flesh and Mana would grant them an exponentially greater power.

No matter how hard the Sect of the Worthy tried to exterminate Humans; as they levelled up, they would slowly get more and more similar to them. Paradoxically enough, the only way to keep the looks of their ancestors was to stop at the First Phase forever. The farther they reached, the vaguer their Goblin features would be.

Meanwhile, Lumia wasted no time and promptly reported everything to Caesar. He inspected the whole city through his Divine Sense. After witnessing the scene though, he saw it fitting to leave the couple alone. He suggested that Lumia gave in on the fact that Helial was now in the clutches of Circe.

For her part, Circe knew that Lumia would try to put a spanner in her works. But she trusted Ceasar’s common sense well enough. She really hoped no one would enter the room, since she was taking Helial’s clothes off.

“Let’s see his face when he wakes up.” A giggle escaped Circe’s lips. She covered her mouth and finished her job.

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A number of hours later, Helial’s breathing suddenly turned lighter. He gave a couple grunts and slowly opened his eyes. Somehow, he still felt exhausted. It was clear that using limitless Skills wasn’t a feat one could accomplish in the short run. He should optimize the energy output before-

Wait.

Helial felt a shiver down the spine as his mind flashed back to the last things he recalled before losing consciousness. He turned his head extremely slowly. He was sweating.

Boing

As he moved his arm, he felt something extremely soft move as well. Without his knowing why, Helial’s face began to blush in every possible shade of red. He didn’t see anything, but he kind of figured the shape of the soft thing pressing against his arm under the sheets.

He turned around and saw Circe lying by his side over the sheet. Totally naked. A sudden pressure drop brought Helial on the brink of faint again. “The fuck is happening?” he asked, tears in his eyes.

Why couldn’t he be surrounded by normal people? How did he end up there? Why were him and Circe naked in be-

“Oh,” Helial exclaimed. After thorough consideration, he concluded it was likely that… He blushed even more intensely. Helial’s hand moved to his private parts. “So I’m not a…”

How could he not remember it? Did Circe seized her chance because he was unconscious? Why didn’t he recall anything?

“Iblis,” Helial tried to call out inside his Soul. No answer followed.

“Nice. Very nice,” said a little Devil with 3D glasses and pop-corn sitting in a movie theater.

“Iblis! Please!” Helial began to panic. The Devil wouldn’t seem willing to answer. This meant the only person aware of what had happened was the woman lying naked by his side.

Helial gazed down at Circe’s naked body. She was lying on her belly, hugging him. His eyes lay out on a tempting juicy curve, where a groove sank into two marble greenish hills. It looked as marvellous as a jade statue.

Helial couldn’t resist the urge to touch it. “I’m in too deep, I might as well seize the moment, right?” Helial stretched out his free hand, accurately trying not to wake Circe up. A cold bead of sweat ran down his forehead as his hand drew nearer to the monumental curve.

Helial caught himself wondering whether he could squeeze also those two imperial curves pressing against his arm. But curiosity killed the cat, and would kill him too. Grab all, lose all!

His hand a few centimeters away from the goal he was yearning for, Helial’s breathing grew heavier. “Finally I will…” he whispered as a strange light flickered in his eyes.

Despite being a Goblin girl, Circe was stunningly beautiful. Her deep eyes were framed by a heavy dark make-up. The black bangs covering her forehead gave her a mysterious look. Her clothing was vaguely macabre yet oozed an inexplicable charm.

The young woman’s full lips smacked and let out a mellow voice: “You finally will what?”

Helial froze. He wore a granitic smile which made him look like an absolute idiot.

“Who? Me? There’s a fly on… on the blanket! I was gonna kill it,” said Helial. He was now getting all sweaty.

Circe sneered adorably. “Why would you kill a fly that accidentally lies in the path of my poor booty? Why wouldn’t you use Mana?”

As Circe spoke these words, the smile on the boy’s face grew broader. And more pathetic. He shrugged and said: “Well, I wouldn’t say it’s poor, you know, it looks quite curvy to me…”

“Too curvy?” asked Circe as she furrowed her eyebrows in the fakest possible way. She wanted to let him grasp her subtle intent.

“No way! Like, I mean,” Helial gasped for words as a flood of sweat drowned his body. For how desperately he tried to solve this, his mind was busy developing some complex thinking.

His train of thought went more or less like this:

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”