Mythology Rebooted
Chapter 1194 - 410: Covered in Stories_2

Chapter 1194: Chapter 410: Covered in Stories_2

Unless you first kill someone to silence them, then consult the Goddess, and confirm that the Goddess doesn’t mind, only then could this matter be considered over.

Cote bit her lower lip, said she would do as she said, and started planning how to save herself and fight back.

The result wasn’t very good, because she couldn’t overpower him, the first step of the plan was stuck.

Seeing Cote looking down in silence, Guinevere closing her eyes without a word, Wayne nodded and said, "Just to be clear, I am a Familiar of the Lord of Lust, my true name is ’Lust Demon’ Bruce. I have a reputation in Hell as the Little Lord of Lust, and any beauty that falls into my hands will not come out easily."

"I didn’t do anything to the two of you before, not because I suddenly repented and wanted to be a good Devil, but because you were unconscious and that wasn’t interesting. Now that you are awake, let’s begin!"

Wayne stood up, moved his hand towards his belt as if he was going to expose himself.

"What are you doing, I warn you, it’s not too late to stop now, or the Goddess will not let you go," Cote warned harshly.

"How novel, what else can I do besides you guys?"

Wayne snickered, not in a hurry to undo his belt, pointed at Guinevere and said, "Learn from her, silent during critical moments, unlike you, warning as soon as you open your mouth, so resistive, you are the only choice for today."

Upon hearing this, Cote’s face drastically changed, she glared accusingly at Guinevere, the traitor, knowing now that she was a bad woman.

"Calm down, this is a Devil’s trick of manipulating people’s hearts, he’s provoking us to kill each other, don’t get led astray," Guinevere said coldly.

"Such a rational woman, I suddenly begin to like you. Well then, let’s start with you," Wayne walked towards Guinevere with a merry laugh.

Guinevere’s body tensed, unsure whether the Devil’s words were true or false, to prevent her story from becoming reality, she said, "You will be disappointed, I will neither struggle nor resist, you won’t get any pleasure of conquest from me."

"Makes some sense, I’ll still choose her then."

Wayne turned on his heel and walked towards Cote.

"Bastard! Bastard!"

Cote cursed Guinevere for betraying her team, hurriedly saying, "To think you’re even a Devil, why do you believe whatever she says? I swear, she just looks calm, but is actually more afraid than anyone, don’t believe me, try her, she’s definitely the type who would rather die than submit."

This is too interesting!

Wayne thought to himself with amusement, almost failing to suppress a smile, and mockingly said, "Maybe, but she plays cool so well, hardly any passion to speak of, unlike you. You have a fiery body and character, and we both have strong Fire Elemental Affinity, Fusion with you must be very compatible."

As he spoke, Wayne had already approached Cote, raised his hand to his belt, ready to tell her a bedtime story.

The kind of story that was monotonous with repetitive scenes, content, actions, and dialogues, due to its boredom, it was conducive to sleep, very helpful for inducing drowsiness.

Cote was so scared her face turned black, not sure if it was an illusion, she faintly heard Guinevere breathing a sigh of relief, seemingly relieved and fortunate to have escaped.

While cursing the traitor, she was thinking of ways to save herself.

Her body acted faster than her mind could think, and before she could come up with a plan, she found Wayne’s position was just right for a scissor kick to the head. Her arms and waist exerted force simultaneously, and her long legs shot out, aiming to clamp around Wayne’s neck and break it.

Two tight and solid legs attacked, and Wayne was slightly conflicted for a moment before sidestepping to avoid them.

He patted his chest with relief and said, "That was close, nearly got struck in the head."

Cote, whose attack had failed, glared at the Devil with murderous intent, signaling that she was extremely fierce.

"Hee hee hee, you look so cute when you’re weak and angry!"

Wayne laughed heartily and caught the kick, grabbed her ankle, and lifted it high above his head.

The precarious position left Cote nearly insane with fear.

Wayne kindly advised, "Just a friendly reminder, I have severe mysophobia, if you soil yourself in your pants right now, I definitely won’t dare do anything to you."

Cote widened her eyes as if contemplating the possibility of Tony being involved.

"Cote, don’t believe the Devil, he’s humiliating you, you’ll be fooled if you believe him," Guinevere urgently reminded.

"Tsk tsk, look at your companion, she knows she can’t do it, afraid that if you did it, I would go after her, such a considerate friendship, even I, a Devil, am impressed," Wayne said loudly.

He was always good at adding fuel to the fire.

"Cote, that’s the Devil’s whisper, close your ears!"

"Shut up, you’re no good either."

The two Holy Maidens started arguing on the spot, and Wayne swayed from side to side; one moment lifting one leg high, another moment a different high leg. He exhausted the two of them, both mentally and physically.

When they were tired of arguing and Wayne had his fun, he clapped his hands and sat back in the high-backed chair, snapped his fingers, and ordered Givenchy to let them down.

The icy chains broke, Guinevere and Cote both landed on their feet. The former tried to lower her garment to cover her thighs, while the latter glared at Wayne and said sternly, "What exactly do you want, to turn us into your Puppets as well?"

"Is that even possible?"

"In your dreams!"

"Then that’s settled, acting on something known to be impossible is very villainous, but not very Devil-like."

Wayne, supporting his chin with one hand, smiled and said, "I got what I wanted already, the scene of you two being considerate towards each other was very loving, I am very satisfied."

Wayne found it loving, the two Holy Maidens found it obnoxious, it was very vexing.

He snapped his fingers, conjured up two Black Robes, and neatly placed them in front of them: "Put these on, showing your thighs and flirting as soon as we meet, and yet you call yourselves Holy Maidens, I couldn’t stand to watch for half an hour, really couldn’t take it anymore."