Sam heard her soft, feminine voice, somehow teasing and amused, and looked up, his face expressionless and eyes bleak.
"Can't say I am." He muttered under his breath, his tone dejected.
Trissy smiled faintly, the chains binding her rattling as she moved, leaning against the wall and exhaling frigid air, prolonged exposure to the cold making her shiver, not even her enhanced physical attributes helping her at this point.
She looked up, her obsidian black hair messy, and sat in the most comfortable position she could find, stretching out her legs and crossing them.
For a moment she remained silent, as if thinking about something, and then glanced at him, her blood-red lips curling up.
She tilted her head, letting her inky black hair fall across her smiling lips. "Are we doing this again? Just release me, that's all you need to do, and I'll take care of the rest."
Her voice was melodic and pleasant to the ear, like music, making him involuntarily want to hear it again. "Why are you still holding me here? Everything is perfectly clear, it is natural, nothing but fact. You want me."
Sam observed her, his eyes half-lidded and unbothered. Standing up, he yawned, approached her and grabbed her chin, pulling her up, his expression showing a hint of anger.
Trissy smirked, her back arching as she leaned forward, her unblinking electric blue eyes not leaving his, sticking out her tongue and licking his fingers, her saliva wetting his hand as she looked up, her eyes half-lidded and inviting. "You like this, hmm~?"
Sam grimaced, covering his face with his free hand, not knowing what to say, maybe because, for some reason, he didn't want to let her go.
Trissy's smile widened as she leaned forward, her pale skin glowing under the light, her long bare legs stretched out and her chest rising and falling as she breathed, warmth enveloping Sam's hand.
Sam felt shivers running down his spine as his eyes, after a great deal of holding back, still sneaked a peek at her, watching how her dress clung to her body, making her voluptuous figure even more tempting, outlining the swell of her breasts.
"Just let me take the lead~" she whispered against his hand, tilting her head with a faint smile, then licked her own lips once she was done with his fingers. "I'll make sure you feel pleasure that will drive you mad~"
"Hey Sinner, at this point you should." Malice said seriously, appearing in his mind with a tired sigh.
But his intervention helped Sam snap out of his daze, his expression hardening. Shit... You saved me.
"What do you mean saved? Just do it. You'd be a pussy if you don't." Malice groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
What? Hell no. She's trying to seduce me. He thought with disbelief.
"So what? Just fuck her while she's chained, no biggie." Malice encouraged, his form identical to Sam's. Like they said, it truly felt as though both Malice and Hollow were Sam.
Seriously? All you think about is sex, eating and sleeping. Sam sneered internally, shaking his head.
"Exactly, I do what pleases me." He didn't even sound bothered, like it was something to be proud of. "Now let's not get too far. Let's take a step back and think. You want it?"
In a way, yes. But like Hollow said, I shouldn't be a slave to my own nature, it should be the opposite.
"Who cares about that? Just stick your dick in and be done with it." Malice shrugged, crossing his arms while floating in the abyss of his heart.
You... I can't even... Sam was at a loss for words.
In the end, he just ignored Malice's ramblings and glanced at her.
She smirked, parting her pale, alluring legs slightly in a teasing way. "Shall we then~"
Sam stilled, taking a deep breath, then grabbed her by the neck, pulling her up to his face, chains rattling as he looked at her. "Stop this shit."
But in response he felt her tongue on his lips. Sam blinked in bewilderment while she grinned, her chained hand reaching for his neck and gripping it tightly, pulling him in, her lips touching his as she forcefully slid her tongue into his mouth, sending an electric sensation through Sam's body as he felt her tongue crash against his, involuntarily gulping down her saliva.
Grimacing, he dropped her, spat it out and leaped back, his eye twitching in irritation. Now I... No, it's just the charm. Don't be fooled, a Devil being beaten by a Demoness is embarrassing. We can counter them.
"Is it? Maybe you genuinely like her, who knows? And that's why you aren't killing her." Malice voiced his thoughts curiously.
Sam didn't want to admit any of that, denying every accusation from his own self, and began thinking about his next course of action.
In a few minutes, his desperate expression slowly crumbled, resignation flashing in his eyes as he turned back around.
"How about we make a deal?"
Trissy had been watching him in amusement after messing with him, but that look was quickly replaced by confusion, her brow furrowing in suspicion.
"What do you mean?"
Sam took a chair and sat down, crossing his arms. "A partnership."
Trissy's face turned cold, her blue eyes locked with his golden ones as she pursed her lips, lost in thought. "Explain it then, I'll consider it after hearing you out."
"One year. We work together for just a year, we won't betray each other, we won't do anything that harms either of us, and we help each other in times of need. I'll draw up a more detailed contract if you want one." He said, raising four fingers and letting them fall one by one as he laid out each condition. "What do you think?"
Trissy nodded, though uncertainty still gnawed at her. It was clear she wouldn't be able to effectively seduce him, he was always finding a way to escape her charm, which was a serious problem. Because sooner or later, either she would lose her mind and actually sell her soul, or simply be killed once he grew bored of this farce.
Either way, a harrowing end awaited her, first one wrapping her soul in chains and taking what she desired most, the other ending her life entirely.
I'm not sure... She thought, biting her lower lip in frustration. Can I escape the Demoness sect just by staying with him? Can he really help me? I doubt it, but it's still better than gambling on nothing. I don't really have a choice here.
She sighed, steeling her resolve and looking up, her eyes burning with determination.
"Fine. I agree."