Chapter 293
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Kara rolled her eyes in exasperation at this formality in the human race. She might have kissed Kyon without much resistance but revolting ugly Dick? No way! The princess gave the groom a scorching, hostile look as if saying: "Don't you dare or you will regret it later!"
The groom grinned. Nothing was holding him back anymore. He passionately kissed Kara's cherry-red lips to the envy of all the men in the hall. He savored his power over the charming girl, and to get even more pleasure, he put his arms over the bride's thin waist, slightly pressing her ample boobs against himself.
Kara stared at the boy kissing her like he was a slimy, nasty slug. All the things she said to him went over and over in her head: "You can't even touch me!" and "You can have me in your dreams!" And now the freak was kissing and hugging her! Kara's head was spinning with conflicting feelings and shame. Nevermind... Her imminent revenge would be terrible. She would get back at him right on the wedding night for the two-week nightmare, for this sickening kiss, and pawing her hands in front of the noble guests! Kara would be happy to knock the wind out of him right now, but her mother's intense gaze and their agreement held her back.
Her ten ardent admirers, led by Artie, gritted their teeth, grimacing with pain. They'd rather suffer hour-long tortures than watch the despicable asshole kiss their beautiful goddess and get away with it. The panicky expression on her face - as if she were kissing a slug - begged them to save her. However, they wouldn't risk their lives. The chance to kill the freak was too small.
«I now pronounce you husband and wife!» - said the elder with watery eyes, breaking the solemn silence.
Vladimir, the head of the investigation department, seemed to have guessed who was hiding under the guise of the ugly freak. A wide smile played on his lips when he stood up to be the first to applaud, sparking a chain reaction.
He could hear indignant whispers and insults through the loud round of applause.
Prince Charles could not restrain himself anymore. Pretending to suffer from a stabbing pain in his stomach, he ran out of the hall and burst out laughing. Had he stayed in the hall, he wouldn't have helped it! The prince couldn't stand the heroes of the occasion, but the whole situation and the hurt face of the hated demoness were a balm for his tormented soul.
After the wedding ceremony, the newlyweds signed the documents. Dick Baker received the first ranking formation of the Grand family that gave him the prince title and was handed a diamond token. The princess's formation on the wrist also underwent some changes. Then everyone headed for the reception hall.
The great festivity had begun. It was abundant with precious gifts, eloquent toasts and congratulations, a mind-blowing array of sumptuous food from first-class chefs, elite drinks, and music of the most talented musicians invited from all over the kingdom...
«No, no, NO! It's all bullshit!» ��� Artie complained to his henchmen sitting with them at the same table. He was outraged but moderately loud. – «I refuse to believe that the son of a bitch will get everything! Just look at the princess's face! She would rather kiss me a hundred times than this freak! It must disgust her just to be sitting next to him!»
«You're right.» – His Hand nodded in encouragement. – «Listen, what if it's a sham marriage? What if the notorious Bakers are so rich that even the queen is interested in marrying her daughter to Dick.»
All the fan club members stared at the thickheaded big guy, their mouths parted in surprise. He was usually dumber than a bag of wet mice, but these days he was full of neat ideas!
«You're a genius!» – Artie exclaimed with enthusiasm. – «It's so fucking obvious! I wonder why no one guessed that. Only the richest family could buy a hundred points at the entrance exam and even Princess Kara's hand! Ha-ha-ha!» – Until recently, Artie was filled with despair, now he seemed to have been reborn!
The young Grands were so relieved that they burst out laughing. The delight of their hearts had become the freak's wife, but there was no love in their marriage! And there would be no wedding night!
The party continued until late in the evening.
Those guests who had a good first impression of the groom grimaced with disappointment. Dick was terrible! His stomach was a bottomless pit, his manners were absent. He could be honored the title of a pig of the world for being so shameless!
The newlywed husband kept boasting to the guests, especially to the fan club members, about the imminent wedding night. He was going to show his girl who was the boss here. He put the moves to the princess, dragging her to the dance floor, hugging and kissing her with his droolings lips, pawing her delicious places with his thick fingers...
From the outside, it looked like the fat, horny bastard was harassing the beautiful goddess who had no chance to fight back. Poor thing! It must be so awful for her! The princess had to shove a spoonful of salad in his mouth to avoid his kisses. Why didn't she resist him? Why didn't she threaten him with her aura? Why did she let him get handsy? Was it because of her mother's stern gaze? Apparently, it was. The guests tried to turn their sympathetic looks away, fearing to insult the bride, but it didn't work.
Kara's fans burned with jealousy and envy. They would give anything to be in the place of the fat monster and feel how taut the princess's butt was, twirling with her across the dance floor. Why did the miserable freak get the best things? Where was the justice?
«Screw him! I… I can't stand it anymore. I'll kill him!» – Artie hissed, reaching the boiling point.
The henchmen hurried to stop their leader. The Hand said thoughtfully: «Artie, please don't do anything stupid! His bodyguards will kill you on the spot! Your intentions are too obvious! Suppress your aura, sneak up to him and do it quietly…»
The rest of the henchmen nodded unanimously in agreement.
It was at this moment that Artie realized that he had no friends. He was surrounded by real bastards, ready to drive a stake in his heart for a ghost of a chance to win Kara's attention. If any of them were equal to him in cultivation, they would start a fierce battle to become the new leader. He was so wrong to believe that the fan club was his real family, if not by blood then by heart.
«I changed my mind.» – Artie replied with icy disdain and defiantly turned away.
«But it was you who suggested a suicide attack!» – The "Hand" added. – «We will pray for you every month or even every week! The princess herself will honor your funeral with her presence, shedding tears of gratitude! Don't you want to save her from the clutches of this monster?» – He said convincingly.
The others nodded unanimously as they always did.
«One more word and I will beat the shit out of you.» – Artie threatened between clenched teeth.
Nobody had anything else to say.
It was close to midnight, the traditional. As tradition had it, it was time for the wedding night.
Kara and Vlada exchanged glances and nodded conspiratorially to each other.
The princess gave her new husband another glass of wine, grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him out of the hall.
«He-he, my girl already wants me! Ha-ha-ha! I'm so happy! Eat your heart out, guys!» – Dick stuck out his chin, teasing Kara's enraged fans. Today's harvest of darkness had exceeded all his expectations! The flow of negative emotions was so great that his mind entered the "dark state," making him feel an almighty and cruel ruler of all things. He liked this feeling so much that he didn't want to leave it even if he could.
«What does he expect from her, fucking asshole? It's pure nonsense! Phoenixes don't sleep with pigs! The world works differently! You stupid bastard, don't you dare to say that there was something between the princess and you! I am not buying you bullshit!» – Artie yelled in a jealous rage.
Vlada watched Kyon's fat body wobble as he left the hall with her daughter and sighed to herself: {Poor ladies-in waiting. They are going to have a long night.} – The wedding reception usually lasted until early morning, and the queen had to stay there to the delight of the guests. She was counting on her daughter. Kara would manage. It wasn't a difficult task to do.
The newlyweds walked down the path strewn with rose petals.
As soon as the couple was upstairs where nobody could see them, Kara released Dick's arm and sped up. Her beautiful fluttering dress had a striking effect with every step she took. Her breathtaking sweet scent and the sight of her wagging butt caused uncontrollable spasms in his groin.
Kyon could barely hold back and not grab her ass. The darkness had changed his train of thought.
As they reached the top floor, Kara entered the chambers first. As soon as Kyon saw the familiar room furnished with dark red furniture and accessories, the demoness grabbed his hand and threw him onto the spacious bed.
~click~
He could hear the door lock behind them.
«Sly bastard! Have you been hiding under the guise of Dick Baker from the start?» – Kara asked without further preamble.
Kyon replied with a confident smile: «I have. Judging by your reaction, you like my second personality more than the original one, don't you?»
«Screw you!» – Kara snapped, arching her delicate eyebrows. – «How… How did you do it? There's nothing left of Kyon in you! Even a pig has better intellect, character and manners!»
«True master never fades away.» – Dick gloated.
«Okay! Mother told me that you are one hell of an actor, but how did you come up with this realistic make-up? Where did you get your crooked teeth and squint eyes? And your squeaky voice? I didn't notice a voice changing formation on you! You look too real!» – There was admiration in Kara's voice. She appreciated Kyon's skill to disguise himself as someone else. The princess would never have recognized Kyon in Dick. They were two completely different people!
Kyon regained his original voice and removed his squint: «Do you recognize me now?»
«It's not enough!» – Kara approached him and noticed the familiar green bracelet on her husband's wrist. – «Hm… It's Juno's protection bracelet! Where did you get it?»
Kyon scratched his nose: «She gave it to me before I left. As a keepsake.»
Kara snorted and took it away: «I need it more. Besides, I've been friends with Juno longer than you, shithead.» – Then she pulled him by his nose that looked like a snout covered with acne and by his thick ruddy cheeks and ears. She tried to tear off his "mask," but to no avail: «How does it hold? Take off this gross thing now! I can't stand this ugly freak. I need the handsome guy you used to be!»
«Alas, the mask is stuck to my face. It will get unstuck together with my bones.» – Kyon said impassively.
Kara did not insist. If her maids saw his real identity, she would have to kill them. He'd better keep his make-up. Apparently, it wouldn't be easy to apply it again.
The newlywed husband said with a theatrically passionate voice: «You won't see your dear Kyon tonight.» – He got out of bed and slowly walked around the room, scanning it with echolocation for the presence of Vlada's nephrites and so on.
«Self-confident fool!» – Kara snorted again. – «But I must confess you're starting to grow on me.» – The princess sat on the bed and crossed her slender legs. Two graceful ankles peeped from under the long dress, one of them swayed playfully in the air.
«Really? Why?» – Kyon asked out of curiosity, lingering at the bottle of emerald wine on the table.
Kara stroked her gold ring and replied, choosing her words carefully: «Your performance at the tournament proved your limitless potential that is really impressive. You seemed to have no end of cards up your sleeve, exceeding even my wildest expectations. However, I failed to see a man in the brat in love with me. Everything changed after your crazy trick under the bed. Fucking psychopath, you nearly raped me to please yourself, taking advantage of my helplessness. And you got away with it! Son of a bitch! I was exploding with rage, and then my mother punished me! I could not sleep for a week, thinking about what had happened... But if truth be told, there were some pleasant moments, too.»
Kara took off her tiny high-heeled shoe, put her lovely snow-white foot on the bed and began to massage it: «And then mother told me about your blackmail letter. I knew that you wanted to make me yours at any cost, but I had never believed that you would succeed! And look at you, it's not even a month, and I am already your wife, warts and all! I'm impressed. You're more cunning, resourceful and ambitious than any demon. And you know what? You're exactly my type.» – The princess murmured gently.
Demons loved sly, power-hungry persons. It ran in their blood.
Kyon was flattered.
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Kara rolled her eyes in exasperation at this formality in the human race. She might have kissed Kyon without much resistance but revolting ugly Dick? No way! The princess gave the groom a scorching, hostile look as if saying: "Don't you dare or you will regret it later!"
The groom grinned. Nothing was holding him back anymore. He passionately kissed Kara's cherry-red lips to the envy of all the men in the hall. He savored his power over the charming girl, and to get even more pleasure, he put his arms over the bride's thin waist, slightly pressing her ample boobs against himself.
Kara stared at the boy kissing her like he was a slimy, nasty slug. All the things she said to him went over and over in her head: "You can't even touch me!" and "You can have me in your dreams!" And now the freak was kissing and hugging her! Kara's head was spinning with conflicting feelings and shame. Nevermind... Her imminent revenge would be terrible. She would get back at him right on the wedding night for the two-week nightmare, for this sickening kiss, and pawing her hands in front of the noble guests! Kara would be happy to knock the wind out of him right now, but her mother's intense gaze and their agreement held her back.
Her ten ardent admirers, led by Artie, gritted their teeth, grimacing with pain. They'd rather suffer hour-long tortures than watch the despicable asshole kiss their beautiful goddess and get away with it. The panicky expression on her face - as if she were kissing a slug - begged them to save her. However, they wouldn't risk their lives. The chance to kill the freak was too small.
«I now pronounce you husband and wife!» - said the elder with watery eyes, breaking the solemn silence.
Vladimir, the head of the investigation department, seemed to have guessed who was hiding under the guise of the ugly freak. A wide smile played on his lips when he stood up to be the first to applaud, sparking a chain reaction.
He could hear indignant whispers and insults through the loud round of applause.
Prince Charles could not restrain himself anymore. Pretending to suffer from a stabbing pain in his stomach, he ran out of the hall and burst out laughing. Had he stayed in the hall, he wouldn't have helped it! The prince couldn't stand the heroes of the occasion, but the whole situation and the hurt face of the hated demoness were a balm for his tormented soul.
After the wedding ceremony, the newlyweds signed the documents. Dick Baker received the first ranking formation of the Grand family that gave him the prince title and was handed a diamond token. The princess's formation on the wrist also underwent some changes. Then everyone headed for the reception hall.
The great festivity had begun. It was abundant with precious gifts, eloquent toasts and congratulations, a mind-blowing array of sumptuous food from first-class chefs, elite drinks, and music of the most talented musicians invited from all over the kingdom...
«No, no, NO! It's all bullshit!» ��� Artie complained to his henchmen sitting with them at the same table. He was outraged but moderately loud. – «I refuse to believe that the son of a bitch will get everything! Just look at the princess's face! She would rather kiss me a hundred times than this freak! It must disgust her just to be sitting next to him!»
«You're right.» – His Hand nodded in encouragement. – «Listen, what if it's a sham marriage? What if the notorious Bakers are so rich that even the queen is interested in marrying her daughter to Dick.»
All the fan club members stared at the thickheaded big guy, their mouths parted in surprise. He was usually dumber than a bag of wet mice, but these days he was full of neat ideas!
«You're a genius!» – Artie exclaimed with enthusiasm. – «It's so fucking obvious! I wonder why no one guessed that. Only the richest family could buy a hundred points at the entrance exam and even Princess Kara's hand! Ha-ha-ha!» – Until recently, Artie was filled with despair, now he seemed to have been reborn!
The young Grands were so relieved that they burst out laughing. The delight of their hearts had become the freak's wife, but there was no love in their marriage! And there would be no wedding night!
The party continued until late in the evening.
Those guests who had a good first impression of the groom grimaced with disappointment. Dick was terrible! His stomach was a bottomless pit, his manners were absent. He could be honored the title of a pig of the world for being so shameless!
The newlywed husband kept boasting to the guests, especially to the fan club members, about the imminent wedding night. He was going to show his girl who was the boss here. He put the moves to the princess, dragging her to the dance floor, hugging and kissing her with his droolings lips, pawing her delicious places with his thick fingers...
From the outside, it looked like the fat, horny bastard was harassing the beautiful goddess who had no chance to fight back. Poor thing! It must be so awful for her! The princess had to shove a spoonful of salad in his mouth to avoid his kisses. Why didn't she resist him? Why didn't she threaten him with her aura? Why did she let him get handsy? Was it because of her mother's stern gaze? Apparently, it was. The guests tried to turn their sympathetic looks away, fearing to insult the bride, but it didn't work.
Kara's fans burned with jealousy and envy. They would give anything to be in the place of the fat monster and feel how taut the princess's butt was, twirling with her across the dance floor. Why did the miserable freak get the best things? Where was the justice?
«Screw him! I… I can't stand it anymore. I'll kill him!» – Artie hissed, reaching the boiling point.
The henchmen hurried to stop their leader. The Hand said thoughtfully: «Artie, please don't do anything stupid! His bodyguards will kill you on the spot! Your intentions are too obvious! Suppress your aura, sneak up to him and do it quietly…»
The rest of the henchmen nodded unanimously in agreement.
It was at this moment that Artie realized that he had no friends. He was surrounded by real bastards, ready to drive a stake in his heart for a ghost of a chance to win Kara's attention. If any of them were equal to him in cultivation, they would start a fierce battle to become the new leader. He was so wrong to believe that the fan club was his real family, if not by blood then by heart.
«I changed my mind.» – Artie replied with icy disdain and defiantly turned away.
«But it was you who suggested a suicide attack!» – The "Hand" added. – «We will pray for you every month or even every week! The princess herself will honor your funeral with her presence, shedding tears of gratitude! Don't you want to save her from the clutches of this monster?» – He said convincingly.
The others nodded unanimously as they always did.
«One more word and I will beat the shit out of you.» – Artie threatened between clenched teeth.
Nobody had anything else to say.
It was close to midnight, the traditional. As tradition had it, it was time for the wedding night.
Kara and Vlada exchanged glances and nodded conspiratorially to each other.
The princess gave her new husband another glass of wine, grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him out of the hall.
«He-he, my girl already wants me! Ha-ha-ha! I'm so happy! Eat your heart out, guys!» – Dick stuck out his chin, teasing Kara's enraged fans. Today's harvest of darkness had exceeded all his expectations! The flow of negative emotions was so great that his mind entered the "dark state," making him feel an almighty and cruel ruler of all things. He liked this feeling so much that he didn't want to leave it even if he could.
«What does he expect from her, fucking asshole? It's pure nonsense! Phoenixes don't sleep with pigs! The world works differently! You stupid bastard, don't you dare to say that there was something between the princess and you! I am not buying you bullshit!» – Artie yelled in a jealous rage.
Vlada watched Kyon's fat body wobble as he left the hall with her daughter and sighed to herself: {Poor ladies-in waiting. They are going to have a long night.} – The wedding reception usually lasted until early morning, and the queen had to stay there to the delight of the guests. She was counting on her daughter. Kara would manage. It wasn't a difficult task to do.
The newlyweds walked down the path strewn with rose petals.
As soon as the couple was upstairs where nobody could see them, Kara released Dick's arm and sped up. Her beautiful fluttering dress had a striking effect with every step she took. Her breathtaking sweet scent and the sight of her wagging butt caused uncontrollable spasms in his groin.
Kyon could barely hold back and not grab her ass. The darkness had changed his train of thought.
As they reached the top floor, Kara entered the chambers first. As soon as Kyon saw the familiar room furnished with dark red furniture and accessories, the demoness grabbed his hand and threw him onto the spacious bed.
~click~
He could hear the door lock behind them.
«Sly bastard! Have you been hiding under the guise of Dick Baker from the start?» – Kara asked without further preamble.
Kyon replied with a confident smile: «I have. Judging by your reaction, you like my second personality more than the original one, don't you?»
«Screw you!» – Kara snapped, arching her delicate eyebrows. – «How… How did you do it? There's nothing left of Kyon in you! Even a pig has better intellect, character and manners!»
«True master never fades away.» – Dick gloated.
«Okay! Mother told me that you are one hell of an actor, but how did you come up with this realistic make-up? Where did you get your crooked teeth and squint eyes? And your squeaky voice? I didn't notice a voice changing formation on you! You look too real!» – There was admiration in Kara's voice. She appreciated Kyon's skill to disguise himself as someone else. The princess would never have recognized Kyon in Dick. They were two completely different people!
Kyon regained his original voice and removed his squint: «Do you recognize me now?»
«It's not enough!» – Kara approached him and noticed the familiar green bracelet on her husband's wrist. – «Hm… It's Juno's protection bracelet! Where did you get it?»
Kyon scratched his nose: «She gave it to me before I left. As a keepsake.»
Kara snorted and took it away: «I need it more. Besides, I've been friends with Juno longer than you, shithead.» – Then she pulled him by his nose that looked like a snout covered with acne and by his thick ruddy cheeks and ears. She tried to tear off his "mask," but to no avail: «How does it hold? Take off this gross thing now! I can't stand this ugly freak. I need the handsome guy you used to be!»
«Alas, the mask is stuck to my face. It will get unstuck together with my bones.» – Kyon said impassively.
Kara did not insist. If her maids saw his real identity, she would have to kill them. He'd better keep his make-up. Apparently, it wouldn't be easy to apply it again.
The newlywed husband said with a theatrically passionate voice: «You won't see your dear Kyon tonight.» – He got out of bed and slowly walked around the room, scanning it with echolocation for the presence of Vlada's nephrites and so on.
«Self-confident fool!» – Kara snorted again. – «But I must confess you're starting to grow on me.» – The princess sat on the bed and crossed her slender legs. Two graceful ankles peeped from under the long dress, one of them swayed playfully in the air.
«Really? Why?» – Kyon asked out of curiosity, lingering at the bottle of emerald wine on the table.
Kara stroked her gold ring and replied, choosing her words carefully: «Your performance at the tournament proved your limitless potential that is really impressive. You seemed to have no end of cards up your sleeve, exceeding even my wildest expectations. However, I failed to see a man in the brat in love with me. Everything changed after your crazy trick under the bed. Fucking psychopath, you nearly raped me to please yourself, taking advantage of my helplessness. And you got away with it! Son of a bitch! I was exploding with rage, and then my mother punished me! I could not sleep for a week, thinking about what had happened... But if truth be told, there were some pleasant moments, too.»
Kara took off her tiny high-heeled shoe, put her lovely snow-white foot on the bed and began to massage it: «And then mother told me about your blackmail letter. I knew that you wanted to make me yours at any cost, but I had never believed that you would succeed! And look at you, it's not even a month, and I am already your wife, warts and all! I'm impressed. You're more cunning, resourceful and ambitious than any demon. And you know what? You're exactly my type.» – The princess murmured gently.
Demons loved sly, power-hungry persons. It ran in their blood.
Kyon was flattered.
Kara rolled her eyes in exasperation at this formality in the human race. She might have kissed Kyon without much resistance but revolting ugly Dick? No way! The princess gave the groom a scorching, hostile look as if saying: "Don't you dare or you will regret it later!" The groom grinned. Nothing was holding him back anymore. He passionately kissed Kara's cherry-red lips to the envy of all the men in the hall. He savored his power over the charming girl, and to get even more pleasure, he put his arms over the bride's thin waist, slightly pressing her ample boobs against himself. Kara stared at the boy kissing her like he was a slimy, nasty slug. All the things she said to him went over and over in her head: "You can't even touch me!" and "You can have me in your dreams!" And now the freak was kissing and hugging her! Kara's head was spinning with conflicting feelings and shame. Nevermind... Her imminent revenge would be terrible. She would get back at him right on the wedding night for the two-week nightmare, for this sickening kiss, and pawing her hands in front of the noble guests! Kara would be happy to knock the wind out of him right now, but her mother's intense gaze and their agreement held her back. Her ten ardent admirers, led by Artie, gritted their teeth, grimacing with pain. They'd rather suffer hour-long tortures than watch the despicable asshole kiss their beautiful goddess and get away with it. The panicky expression on her face - as if she were kissing a slug - begged them to save her. However, they wouldn't risk their lives. The chance to kill the freak was too small. I now pronounce you husband and wife! - said the elder with watery eyes, breaking the solemn silence. Vladimir, the head of the investigation department, seemed to have guessed who was hiding under the guise of the ugly freak. A wide smile played on his lips when he stood up to be the first to applaud, sparking a chain reaction. He could hear indignant whispers and insults through the loud round of applause. Prince Charles could not restrain himself anymore. Pretending to suffer from a stabbing pain in his stomach, he ran out of the hall and burst out laughing. Had he stayed in the hall, he wouldn't have helped it! The prince couldn't stand the heroes of the occasion, but the whole situation and the hurt face of the hated demoness were a balm for his tormented soul. After the wedding ceremony, the newlyweds signed the documents. Dick Baker received the first ranking formation of the Grand family that gave him the prince title and was handed a diamond token. The princess's formation on the wrist also underwent some changes. Then everyone headed for the reception hall. The great festivity had begun. It was abundant with precious gifts, eloquent toasts and congratulations, a mind-blowing array of sumptuous food from first-class chefs, elite drinks, and music of the most talented musicians invited from all over the kingdom... No, no, NO! It's all bullshit! Artie complained to his henchmen sitting with them at the same table. He was outraged but moderately loud. I refuse to believe that the son of a bitch will get everything! Just look at the princess's face! She would rather kiss me a hundred times than this freak! It must disgust her just to be sitting next to him! You're right. His Hand nodded in encouragement. Listen, what if it's a sham marriage? What if the notorious Bakers are so rich that even the queen is interested in marrying her daughter to Dick. All the fan club members stared at the thickheaded big guy, their mouths parted in surprise. He was usually dumber than a bag of wet mice, but these days he was full of neat ideas! You're a genius! Artie exclaimed with enthusiasm. It's so fucking obvious! I wonder why no one guessed that. Only the richest family could buy a hundred points at the entrance exam and even Princess Kara's hand! Ha-ha-ha! Until recently, Artie was filled with despair, now he seemed to have been reborn! The young Grands were so relieved that they burst out laughing. The delight of their hearts had become the freak's wife, but there was no love in their marriage! And there would be no wedding night! The party continued until late in the evening. Those guests who had a good first impression of the groom grimaced with disappointment. Dick was terrible! His stomach was a bottomless pit, his manners were absent. He could be honored the title of a pig of the world for being so shameless! The newlywed husband kept boasting to the guests, especially to the fan club members, about the imminent wedding night. He was going to show his girl who was the boss here. He put the moves to the princess, dragging her to the dance floor, hugging and kissing her with his droolings lips, pawing her delicious places with his thick fingers... From the outside, it looked like the fat, horny bastard was harassing the beautiful goddess who had no chance to fight back. Poor thing! It must be so awful for her! The princess had to shove a spoonful of salad in his mouth to avoid his kisses. Why didn't she resist him? Why didn't she threaten him with her aura? Why did she let him get handsy? Was it because of her mother's stern gaze? Apparently, it was. The guests tried to turn their sympathetic looks away, fearing to insult the bride, but it didn't work. Kara's fans burned with jealousy and envy. They would give anything to be in the place of the fat monster and feel how taut the princess's butt was, twirling with her across the dance floor. Why did the miserable freak get the best things? Where was the justice? Screw him! I I can't stand it anymore. I'll kill him! Artie hissed, reaching the boiling point. The henchmen hurried to stop their leader. The Hand said thoughtfully: Artie, please don't do anything stupid! His bodyguards will kill you on the spot! Your intentions are too obvious! Suppress your aura, sneak up to him and do it quietly The rest of the henchmen nodded unanimously in agreement. It was at this moment that Artie realized that he had no friends. He was surrounded by real bastards, ready to drive a stake in his heart for a ghost of a chance to win Kara's attention. If any of them were equal to him in cultivation, they would start a fierce battle to become the new leader. He was so wrong to believe that the fan club was his real family, if not by blood then by heart. I changed my mind. Artie replied with icy disdain and defiantly turned away. But it was you who suggested a suicide attack! The "Hand" added. We will pray for you every month or even every week! The princess herself will honor your funeral with her presence, shedding tears of gratitude! Don't you want to save her from the clutches of this monster? He said convincingly. The others nodded unanimously as they always did. One more word and I will beat the shit out of you. Artie threatened between clenched teeth. Nobody had anything else to say. It was close to midnight, the traditional. As tradition had it, it was time for the wedding night. Kara and Vlada exchanged glances and nodded conspiratorially to each other. The princess gave her new husband another glass of wine, grabbed him by the sleeve and pulled him out of the hall. He-he, my girl already wants me! Ha-ha-ha! I'm so happy! Eat your heart out, guys! Dick stuck out his chin, teasing Kara's enraged fans. Today's harvest of darkness had exceeded all his expectations! The flow of negative emotions was so great that his mind entered the "dark state," making him feel an almighty and cruel ruler of all things. He liked this feeling so much that he didn't want to leave it even if he could. What does he expect from her, fucking asshole? It's pure nonsense! Phoenixes don't sleep with pigs! The world works differently! You stupid bastard, don't you dare to say that there was something between the princess and you! I am not buying you bullshit! Artie yelled in a jealous rage. Vlada watched Kyon's fat body wobble as he left the hall with her daughter and sighed to herself: {Poor ladies-in waiting. They are going to have a long night.} The wedding reception usually lasted until early morning, and the queen had to stay there to the delight of the guests. She was counting on her daughter. Kara would manage. It wasn't a difficult task to do. The newlyweds walked down the path strewn with rose petals. As soon as the couple was upstairs where nobody could see them, Kara released Dick's arm and sped up. Her beautiful fluttering dress had a striking effect with every step she took. Her breathtaking sweet scent and the sight of her wagging butt caused uncontrollable spasms in his groin. Kyon could barely hold back and not grab her ass. The darkness had changed his train of thought. As they reached the top floor, Kara entered the chambers first. As soon as Kyon saw the familiar room furnished with dark red furniture and accessories, the demoness grabbed his hand and threw him onto the spacious bed. ~click~ He could hear the door lock behind them. Sly bastard! Have you been hiding under the guise of Dick Baker from the start? Kara asked without further preamble. Kyon replied with a confident smile: I have. Judging by your reaction, you like my second personality more than the original one, don't you? Screw you! Kara snapped, arching her delicate eyebrows. How How did you do it? There's nothing left of Kyon in you! Even a pig has better intellect, character and manners! True master never fades away. Dick gloated. Okay! Mother told me that you are one hell of an actor, but how did you come up with this realistic make-up? Where did you get your crooked teeth and squint eyes? And your squeaky voice? I didn't notice a voice changing formation on you! You look too real! There was admiration in Kara's voice. She appreciated Kyon's skill to disguise himself as someone else. The princess would never have recognized Kyon in Dick. They were two completely different people! Kyon regained his original voice and removed his squint: Do you recognize me now? It's not enough! Kara approached him and noticed the familiar green bracelet on her husband's wrist. Hm It's Juno's protection bracelet! Where did you get it? Kyon scratched his nose: She gave it to me before I left. As a keepsake. Kara snorted and took it away: I need it more. Besides, I've been friends with Juno longer than you, shithead. Then she pulled him by his nose that looked like a snout covered with acne and by his thick ruddy cheeks and ears. She tried to tear off his "mask," but to no avail: How does it hold? Take off this gross thing now! I can't stand this ugly freak. I need the handsome guy you used to be! Alas, the mask is stuck to my face. It will get unstuck together with my bones. Kyon said impassively. Kara did not insist. If her maids saw his real identity, she would have to kill them. He'd better keep his make-up. Apparently, it wouldn't be easy to apply it again. The newlywed husband said with a theatrically passionate voice: You won't see your dear Kyon tonight. He got out of bed and slowly walked around the room, scanning it with echolocation for the presence of Vlada's nephrites and so on. Self-confident fool! Kara snorted again. But I must confess you're starting to grow on me. The princess sat on the bed and crossed her slender legs. Two graceful ankles peeped from under the long dress, one of them swayed playfully in the air. Really? Why? Kyon asked out of curiosity, lingering at the bottle of emerald wine on the table. Kara stroked her gold ring and replied, choosing her words carefully: Your performance at the tournament proved your limitless potential that is really impressive. You seemed to have no end of cards up your sleeve, exceeding even my wildest expectations. However, I failed to see a man in the brat in love with me. Everything changed after your crazy trick under the bed. Fucking psychopath, you nearly raped me to please yourself, taking advantage of my helplessness. And you got away with it! Son of a bitch! I was exploding with rage, and then my mother punished me! I could not sleep for a week, thinking about what had happened... But if truth be told, there were some pleasant moments, too. Kara took off her tiny high-heeled shoe, put her lovely snow-white foot on the bed and began to massage it: And then mother told me about your blackmail letter. I knew that you wanted to make me yours at any cost, but I had never believed that you would succeed! And look at you, it's not even a month, and I am already your wife, warts and all! I'm impressed. You're more cunning, resourceful and ambitious than any demon. And you know what? You're exactly my type. The princess murmured gently. Demons loved sly, power-hungry persons. It ran in their blood. Kyon was flattered.
