Asmodeus System: Stealing My Bully's Mother

After Ethan’s back disappeared behind the Valen estate’s main doors, the atmosphere outside fell dead silent. The freezing night air seemed to silence the lingering panic from the village.

Near the rusted gates, Yuna stood frozen.

The maid’s hands trembled violently as she gripped the end of Velcrasia. The dark red whip, now repurposed into a restraining leash, pulsed with dark energy. An unnatural, chilling sensation crept into her palms.

At the other end of that whip stood Lilith.

The Rank S Succubus, who had radiated lethal terror just hours ago, now limped along like a prisoner of war. Her pale body was no longer draped in sheer black silk, but merely covered by a rough, musty burlap sack. Her faded pink hair was a tangled mess, obscuring her face.

Around her neck and wrists, the residual bindings of Velcrasia glowed faintly, deadlocking all of her mana circuits.

Without daring to look the demon in the eye, Yuna pulled the end of the whip slowly. She led Lilith through the side yard, toward a hidden wooden door behind the kitchen. Down into the basement.

That night ended in absolute silence.

The next morning, the pale light of the winter sun slipped through the cracks of the wooden windows in Ethan’s room.

The young man was already awake. He sat casually at the edge of the bed in clean clothes. His dark brown hair was left slightly messy. His face was as calm as a frozen lake. The slaughter and subjugation from last night seemed like nothing more than a passing dream.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

"Young Master? It’s me, Yuna."

"Come in."

The door creaked open softly. Yuna stepped in wearing her professional maid’s smile. Her demeanor was calm, leaving almost no trace of her hysterical weeping from yesterday evening. In her hands, she carried a brass basin filled with warm water and a white towel.

"Good morning, Young Master," Yuna greeted softly. She placed the basin on the corner nightstand. "I’ve brought water for you to wash up."

Ethan stood up. He washed his face in silence, washing away the lingering physical fatigue from his muscles. As he reached out with his eyes half-closed from the water, Yuna swiftly offered the towel.

One second. Their fingertips nearly touched.

Yuna’s breath hitched. A searing heat stung her cheeks instantly. However, she hastily pulled her hand back and lowered her head, tightly locking away that spark of wild emotion behind a mask of obedience.

"Umm... would the Young Master like to have breakfast in the room?" Yuna asked, desperately trying to steady the tremor in her voice.

Ethan dried his face, then tossed the towel back next to the basin. "No. The dining room is fine."

Yuna nodded obediently. "Understood. I will prepare it now." She turned around and promptly left, closing the door gently.

A thick awkwardness blanketed the Valen family’s dining room that morning.

Asrof stood guard with rigid posture near the door. His eyes darted vigilantly toward the hallway. From the kitchen, the clinking of pots and Berta’s hurried footsteps echoed back and forth.

In the North Wing, Elara was still fast asleep, completely unaware of anything. Meanwhile, in the guest room, Miya had yet to show her face. The petite Elf was too shocked and exhausted from the series of terrors last night.

Ethan sat alone at the head of the table.

The menu before him was incredibly modest: hard wheat bread, a thin broth soup, and a cup of warm tea. It was a far cry from the standards of Zenithar nobility, but the young man ate without complaint. Two steps behind his chair, Yuna stood at the ready with her arms folded.

Clack.

Ethan set his teacup down. The soft tap broke the silence of the room.

"I’m going down to the basement," Ethan stated flatly, yet laden with authority. He cast a brief glance at Yuna and Asrof. "Don’t let anyone go down there until I return."

Yuna bowed immediately. "Yes, Master."

Ethan stood up and walked calmly toward the kitchen.

The door to the basement was hidden behind the pantry shelves. As soon as Ethan descended the narrow stone steps, the temperature plummeted drastically.

Dark, freezing, and damp. The smell of wet hay and dirt dominated, pressing heavily against the lungs. Only a small torch on the wall provided dim illumination.

In the corner of the room, Lilith lay huddled.

The grand demon now looked incredibly pathetic. The rough burlap sack chafed her pale skin. Her pink hair was dirty, clinging to her cheeks. The bindings of Velcrasia around her neck and wrists glowed faintly, castrating every drop of mana in her body.

Hearing the footsteps of his boots, Lilith slowly looked up. Her golden-red eyes looked exhausted. But deep within her pupils, the rebellious fire of a Rank S monster had yet to be extinguished.

"Tch... you came," Lilith hissed hoarsely. A forced, mocking smile was etched onto her lips. "Hah... gonna start torturing me, Human? Go ahead. Rip out my nails, peel off my skin. The torture of a worm like you won’t break my soul."

Ethan stopped right in front of Lilith. The young man’s face was as cold as ice. There was no anger or sadistic lust in his eyes.

"Physically torturing you is just a waste of time," Ethan replied flatly.

"Then what are you here for?!" Lilith spat on the ground, glaring at Ethan with pure hatred. "I will never bow to you! I am a loyal servant of—"

Before that sentence could be finished, Ethan clenched his right fist.

YANK!

The coil around Lilith’s neck jerked brutally. The Succubus was violently choked, her face forced upward until she gagged for air.

"A servant of what?" Ethan whispered. He leaned down, bringing his face level with Lilith’s, which was starting to turn blue. "You mock me as a human, yet last night you trembled upon smelling my scent. You know exactly whose power flows in my blood."

Lilith’s eyes went wide. She tried to struggle, but her hands were deadlocked.

Without warning, Ethan released the seal on his Sin Mana.

An explosion of ancient sin aura crushed the air in the cramped basement. It wasn’t the stone walls that shattered, but Lilith’s mentality. The room felt as if it had been sucked into a bottomless abyss. The absolute presence of Asmodeus swept away every last bit of the demon’s arrogance.

Lilith’s body froze completely.

Ethan’s brown eyes melted into a blazing crimson red. When he spoke again, his voice was layered. An ancient, lethal, hoarse-wet voice overlapped his intonation. The voice of Asmodeus.

"You called my name upon your altar, Bitch," Ethan spoke with a dual resonance that vibrated through Lilith’s ribs. "And now, when your King stands before you... you dare refuse to kneel?"

Lilith’s sanity shattered into pieces. That wasn’t an illusion. That was the pure essence of the dark god she had been worshipping all this time.

SLAM!

Ethan slammed Lilith down onto the hay. Velcrasia moved automatically, pulling the Succubus’s wrists and locking them tightly to the stone pillar above her head.

Lilith struggled, kicking in despair. But Ethan had already pinned her down. His knee pressed against the demon’s thighs to keep them from closing.

"T-this is impossible... you’re just a human...!" Lilith shrieked nasally, her breath ragged from a mixture of fear and the aura’s influence. "Lord Asmodeus would never choose a vessel this cheap!"

Ethan’s lips parted, and that dual voice emerged once again. "How dare you judge my vessel, insect."

Ethan’s hands roughly tore the remaining burlap covering Lilith’s body. With one pull, the demon’s pale chest and slender waist were exposed. His next movement offered no mercy: Ethan forced Lilith’s legs wide open, asserting absolute dominance.

"NO! Don’t...!!" Lilith screamed hysterically. "I... I won’t let a human...!"

That plea was met with a single, forceful thrust.

Lilith tensed up, nearly breaking. Her head was thrown back. A piercing scream choked in her throat, almost exploding like a feral howl from the bottom of her lungs.

Without waiting for Lilith’s body to adjust, Ethan began moving his hips. Deep. Rough. His rhythm knew no mercy.

"Hah... ahh...!!" Lilith writhed, struggling with whatever weakened sharp nails she had left.

However, every thrust from Ethan struck the deepest point, making the Succubus’s entire body tremble. She, who had lived for hundreds of years as a predator feeding on human lust, had for the first time become prey, subjugated beneath a human’s body.

"A-ahh... damn it... my body... why is it... responding...!" Lilith moaned incoherently. "No... I shouldn’t..."

Right as her panic peaked, Ethan fully unleashed Asmodeus’s aura. The temperature in the basement felt like it spiked insanely; Lilith’s breaths turned into long, drawn-out moans mixed with sobs.

Ethan’s voice layered once more. "Look at me, Lilith. Look at who is conquering you."

Lilith opened her teary eyes. Behind Ethan’s silhouette, she could faintly see the projection of Asmodeus: a greenish-black cloak, a horned crown, and an aura radiating the sin of lust.

Lilith’s heart stopped for a second.

Her master. The demon she had worshipped for hundreds of years.

"That’s... no... Lord... Asmodeus..." Lilith sobbed. Her resistance crumbled completely.

"You worshipped a shadow upon your altar..." Ethan whispered with two voices, "...and now that shadow has come to claim your body."

The subsequent thrusts grew even more brutal. Lilith screamed hoarsely. Her nails dug into the dirt. Her body convulsed between rejection and a pleasure she could not deny.

"AAAHHH...!! NO... But... DON’T STOP...!!" Lilith screamed chaotically, her head bobbing along with Ethan’s thrusts. "I... I am a loyal servant... ahh... but... please... don’t stop..."

"You are not a servant," Ethan corrected. "You’re just a whore starving for the King’s presence."

Every word from Ethan became a nail driven into her pride.

Lilith lost her mind entirely. Her body arched, receiving every strike. The Rank S demon cried, screaming in a messy blend of torment and enslavement to pleasure.

"Tell me who I am," Ethan commanded, choking Lilith’s neck gently but with absolute power.

"My Lord... Asmodeus..." Lilith wept. Her voice was already hoarse, her eyes losing focus.

It wasn’t enough. Ethan pressed his index and middle fingers against Lilith’s upper chest right as the peak of penetration arrived.

"Become mine," Ethan hissed.

At that exact second, a wave of pure Sin Mana exploded into Lilith’s body, flowing through her womb all the way to the crown of her head. The energy reversed all of the Succubus’s demonic mana, then burned the skin between her collarbones.

"AAARRRGGHHH!!!"

Lilith let out a long scream. Her eyes rolled to the whites. From the scorched spot on her chest, a black rose tattoo emerged, blooming perfectly.

Lust Brand. It glowed with a blackish-red hue, purifying the demon’s submission.

That subjugation ended right in tandem with Lilith’s first climax. Her body convulsed violently, then fell limp and powerless. Beads of sweat and tears covered her entire face.

Ethan got up without rushing.

Velcrasia loosened. The coil around Lilith’s neck released, melting away into shadows.

Lilith was still shivering, hugging her own body on the wet hay. Her soul had been shattered and reforged by sin.

"Get up," Ethan commanded flatly.

Lilith’s remaining strength was practically zero. She crawled slowly across the hay. Her newly conquered body was still trembling violently. Tears flowed heavily, but there was no more resistance.

The Rank S demon prostrated herself before Ethan’s boots. Her sobs were stifled as she hugged her master’s legs.

"From this second onward, your entire life and mana are mine," Ethan declared coldly. "If you understand, follow me."

Ethan strolled casually out of the kitchen toward the living room. A figure walked unsteadily, trailing obediently right behind him.

All activity in the room died instantly.

Asrof, who had been wiping a sword, froze in place. Berta nearly dropped her tea tray. Yuna hurriedly lowered her head, her breath catching at the sight.

Right at that moment, the guest room door opened. Miya stepped out wearing her oversized medical coat. Her blonde hair was a mess, and her eyes were still droopy.

However, the moment her light purple irises caught sight of Lilith’s figure, her sleepiness evaporated. Miya took a step back, her eyes wide in horror looking at the miserable-looking Succubus.

Except, the situation now was completely insane.

The monster that had spread terror last night was now standing with her head bowed deeply. Her hair was a tangled mess. Lilith was only wearing a burlap sack. And on the demon’s upper chest... there was a black rose tattoo glowing faintly.

A Lust Brand of the exact same type as the one on Miya’s left thigh.

"Everyone, listen up," Ethan’s voice sliced through the silence. His dominance made all the servants hold their breath.

Ethan gestured briefly at Lilith. "This is Lilith. Starting today, she is officially a maid in this house."

No one dared to protest. Making a Rank S demon into a maid was madness beyond reason, but in the Valen household, Ethan’s words were the laws of nature.

Ethan shifted his gaze to the old man who was still frozen.

"Asrof, find a used maid outfit that fits in the storage closet," Ethan ordered. "That burlap sack is making this house look dirty."

Asrof swallowed hard. "Y-yes, Young Master. Right away."

The old man hurried off. Lilith, without lifting her face in the slightest, turned around and trailed obediently behind Asrof. The monster’s blind obedience was exactly what made Miya and Berta shudder in sheer terror.

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