I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Chapter 133: Master Of Provocation

"...Damn it."

After clashing with Mephisto, Yasmo Deus hid away, having fled the scene.

Her body was battered and partially disheveled from the damage taken during the previous clash.

It was inevitable. Though the body of a Mongma might as well be mist, direct interference with their magic would inevitably cause damage.

"To think that I'd suffer such humiliation at the hands of that snotty little brat. What a sight to live for."

That runt, who once clung to the Demon King for dear life, now poses a threat to her.

Yet, more surprisingly, the source of that strength wasn't the Demon King but merely a human man.

She watched out of cautious interest due to the organization she had recently joined, never imagining that Mephisto, having decided to abandon the Demon King, would obsess over such a person.

'I thought you considered him merely a toy... Has that human man truly become your new object of obsession?'

Although it diverged from the Mephisto she knew, Yasmo ultimately did not deny that desire.

Each demon was born with their own desires, and often, they didn't understand why others were fixated on theirs.

If it wasn't about losing hope over unattainable desires to the point of ending one's life, then surely the reason to prolong that life must also be for abnormal reasons?

'But respect and compromise don't always coexist.'

Even if they knew each other's circumstances, if they conflicted with their objectives, the result would always be conflict.

-Open.

Yasmo, recalling such a demonic principle, soon lifted her restored body and began to sluggishly open her eyes.

What her gaze fell upon was the view of an inn room below the rooftop she was standing on.

There, a man, still not fully conscious, sat on the bed, with Mephisto hesitantly standing in front of him.

She was likely explaining how to treat the magic she had implanted, but her actions lacked her usual confidence.

She seemed more than just embarrassed by the encounter; she was ashamed of the 'acts of treatment' to come.

"Haha, truly a sight to behold in one's long life. Even that arrogant little brat can show such embarrassment."

Shame.

It wasn't an emotion usually felt by a demon proud of their desires, but if it took the form of love, the story would change.

In fact, demons like her, mongmas, felt a similar emotion to love in intimate relations with the opposite sex when they were inexperienced, and even Yasmo, who ruled as their queen, had such a period.

And such a shy period leads them to crave relationships with the opposite sex more, eventually indulging only in pleasure until it becomes a habit...

"...Well, it must reach this level to taste the thrill of the hunt."

Even in this moment of truth, the new desire the Queen of Mongmas found was a deviant sexual attraction towards the same sex.

Such unproductive activities do nothing for reproduction, but to a great demon who had reached a level of meaninglessness, it didn't matter.

"Ah, Mephi♡ You have no idea how much I've coveted you... You couldn't even dream of it."

Yasmo, looking down at Mephisto, soon started licking her lips as if savoring the thought.