“I can’t even remember how many years it’s been since a living person last came here!”
A woman’s voice rang out, intensifying the already rich fragrance in the air.
Moments later, a figure emerged-a stunning woman around five feet seven inches tall. Her fitted-red gown accentuated her flawless, curvaceous figure. Her smooth, snow-white skin gleamed without a single blemish.
Her full chest and long, slender legs exuded an air of allure. Her crimson lips carried a mature charm, while her exquisitely delicate features, seductive eyes, and fiery lips made every glance and movement captivating.
Even Judith and Catalina, upon seeing the woman, couldn’t help but feel a pang of inferiority.
Cloud and the lightning beast were entirely entranced, their jaws slack as drool dripped from their mouths.
In an instant, it seemed their spiritual senses had fallen under the woman’s control.
Only Jared fought to remain clear-headed. Though his eyes were locked on the woman, his gaze was devoid of lust or desire.
The woman glanced twice at Jared, surprise flickering in her expression.
“Who are you?” Jared demanded. “Were you the one who killed the people downstairs?”
“Mister, do I look like someone who could kill anyone? I didn’t kill any of them,” the woman replied, her face showing a trace of grievance.
Her voice and expression were masterfully designed to tug at a man’s heartstrings.
“It couldn’t have been her. A saintess like this would never kill anyone!” Cloud interjected, surprisingly quick to defend the woman.
For someone who had never dared to speak out of turn in Jared’s presence, this was completely out of character.
“Yeah, there’s no way she’s responsible. I’ll vouch for her!” the lightning beast added, drooling as it spoke.
Jared ignored their words. It was clear that the moment the woman appeared, their spiritual senses had been manipulated.
Judith and Catalina, being women, were unaffected by the woman’s beauty. Even so, their faces betrayed shock, and they stood speechless.
The presence of such a beautiful woman was a psychological blow to them.
“If it wasn’t you, then who killed them? Who are you, and why are you here in this tower?” Jared pressed, his breathing uneven.
Facing this nearly perfect woman, Jared struggled to maintain control.
He was still a man, after all, and resisting such a beauty was almost impossible.
Yet the faint voice of reason lingering in his consciousness field continued to warn him that this woman was far from ordinary.
“I was framed and trapped here. Mister, if you save me, I’ll devote myself to you, I’ll serve you every day.”
She began to approach Jared, step by step, each step carrying an intoxicating scent that stirred his emotions.
Jared felt his self-control slipping. The overwhelming urge to hold her, to lose himself in her presence, grew stronger with each passing second.
Yet, that tiny shred of reason still held him back.
As the woman drew closer, Jared’s grip on his sanity weakened further.
When she finally stood before him, the last thread of restraint snapped.
He gave in to his recklessness.
The Vermilion Demon Lord’s voice echoed in his mind, urging him, “Don’t give in! Wake up!”
Alas, was no use.
Jared lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around the woman. His body burned with heat, his eyes blazing red like those of a ravenous wolf.
Far from being frightened, the woman chuckled softly and leaned in, her crimson lips pressing toward Jared’s.
Cloud and the lightning beast looked on with envy.
Watching the scene unfold, Judith and Catalina couldn’t hide the subtle shift in their expressions. Their brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of jealousy flickered in their eyes.
