Alex frowned, observing them closely.
Usually, when a spirit's essence was absorbed to this extent, they would lose their physical manifestation abilities and revert to a spectral, ghostly body or simply dissipate into nothingness.
But these two remained physical. In fact, they looked more "alive" than they had before.
Their skin, usually a pale, deathly white, was now flushed with a healthy, rosy glow.
"It must be the pure Yin essence I pumped into them during my repeated releases…" Alex murmured as he guessed that the cum must have seeped deep into their very foundations, acting as a biological anchor.
He could feel it now, the ghost cores within them were shimmering with a faint, rhythmic vibrations.
The pure Yin mana was acting as a purifying agent, scrubbing away the impurities of their ghost bodies and refining their ghost cores.
"Interesting," Alex thought, as a cold, calculating smile touched his lips.
He realized that if he continued and fed them more of his essence over a longer period, he might have even triggered a forced evolution.
With enough pure Yin mana, these B-Rank ghost maids could have evolved into higher life forms, perhaps into true Evil Spirits or even something closer to a living being.
It must also be the reason why the Wraith Lord and the Evil Spirit inside the Lady Clara's body are so crazy about his body, but without a complete physical body the wraith lord couldn't fuck him right now.
"He must be rebuilding his own physical body… That asshole, I'll kill him tonight… No matter the cost!" Alex made up his mind as he looked back at the ghost maids.
He had no intention of playing the role of a benevolent creator. In fact, if possible, he wanted to completely devour them eventually.
He didn't need ghost subordinates that were too powerful to control, nor did he have the patience to nurture their growth.
Since Alex had taken what he needed… the source power and the Yin essence in their bodies.. he simply left them as broken, paralyzed shells.
In their glassy, half-open ruby eyes, there was no longer any hostility or predatory hunger.
Only a hollow, dazed of absolute, irreversible submission.
Deep inside their spiritual cores, the Desire Mark and the invisible threads of the Lust Domain had taken permanent root, while their ghost cores completely remapped by his essence.
In the quiet depths of Alex's sea of consciousness, the Silver Serpent Empress let out a long chuckle against his skull.
"My, my... look at what a greedy little monster you've become, darling," she mocked lazily, her voice filled with amused delight.
"You practically hollowed out their spiritual cores in just an hour… K knew you had it in you."
"Sucking high-tier ghosts dry while bouncing your pretty tits on their faces... You really are born to be an Enchantress, Alex."
"What do you expect me to do?"
"It's their fault for trying to devour me," He reached down, trailing a finger across Selene's flushed cheek. "I did what I had to do. If I hadn't subdued them, they would have alerted the Wraith Lord."
He then turned towards Selene.
She couldn't move, but he saw her pupils dilate, a flicker of primal fear and desperate longing crossing her face.
She was terrified of him, yet the way he had dominated her left a permanent mark on her mind and body.
She was now wired to crave the very thing that had broken her.
"You wanted to devour me," Alex whispered, his voice dripping with a dangerous, honeyed sweetness. "But in the end, you were nothing more than a snack."
"Oh, and you think he won't notice now?" the Empress giggled darkly. "Feel the air, darling. The domain outside is restless."
"The master of this graveyard is waiting for his wedding night... and you're sitting here naked, dripping like a broken dam, fucking his servents."
"Whad do you expect he will do?"
Alex's gaze hardened. He ignored her taunt and looked down at his system panel hovering faintly in his vision:
[ Available Source Power: 1,093.2 Points ]
[ Mercurial Frost Sword Intent: Entry Level (2%) ]
[ Primary Professions: Expert Swordsman (Lv 1 - Peak Foundation) | Temptress (Lv 1) | Apprentice Alchemist (Lv 1) | Apprentice Wizard (Lv 1) ]
Over a thousand points of Source power, his reserves were slightly replenished.
But Alex didn't have enough to force a direct breakthrough to the Master Realm (A-Rank), but with his perfected Rank 2 martial arts and his awakened Sword Intent, he felt not as helpless as before.
He looked over at the two dazed maids. With a mental command, Alex reached out through the Yin-Silk Tethers, that were still attached to Mia.
"Mia. Selene," he spoke. His voice was soft, melodic, yet layered with the hypnotic, low-frequency resonance of The Silent Whisper.
The two women shivered simultaneously. As if summoned by their creator, their glazed red eyes slowly turned toward him.
With weak, trembling movements, they crawled across the satin sheets on their hands and knees, pressing their flushed cheeks against his thighs, kissing the smooth, bare skin just above his scarlet stockings in silent reverence.
"Master..." Mia murmured, her voice raspy, her silver braid trailing across his knee. "Command us..."
"Tell me all about the Ashen-Bone Wraith Lord," Alex ordered coldly, his fingers tangling into Mia's hair, tilting her chin up.
"Where is the core of this Ghost Domain, how to escape from here? And how many guards stand between this tower and the exit?"
"Master..." Mia's voice was breathy and hoarse, the cool, silken strands of her silver braid slipping through his fingers.
"Lord… Lord Vincent... he resides at the top of the Obsidian Spire, inside the Tomb of the Blood Mirror."
Selene, kneeling on his other side, pressed her trembling lips against the bare skin of Alex's inner knee, just above the scalloped crimson lace of his thigh-high stocking.
"The core of the Spectral Graveyard is not a physical stone, Master," Selene whispered, her chest heaving as she looked up with half-lidded, worshipping eyes.
"It is the Soul-Anchor Phylactery embedded within the chest of the Wraith Lord himself."
"As long as his soul-fire burns, the domain laws are eternal. The mist will endlessly reconstruct the skeletal legions and wraiths."
"To shatter the domain... the only way is to kill him.. As for how to escape, we didn't know anything about it, as this was the newly formed Ghost Domain..."
Alex narrowed his dark grey eyes, his pupils contracting into fine vertical slits.
"Damn it, its harder to escape than I thought… And the guards?" Alex asked, his thumb lightly stroking Mia's lower lip, feeling the faint, sticky residue of his Void Yin nectar still glistening on her skin. "What about them?"
"The bridal suite we are in is located on the third tier of the tower," Mia answered eagerly, desperate to please him. "Outside these double doors lies the Grand Gallery, guarded by four B-Rank Bone Sentinels and twelve elite shadow-wraiths. Beyond that, the spiral staircase ascends to the ritual altar at the seventh tier."
"The wedding ceremony..." Selene chimed in, her voice trembling slightly as she gently rested her hands on Alex's thigh, "it is scheduled for midnight, when the blood moon reaches its peak zenith."
"Lord Vincent is currently submerged in the Necrotic Spirit Pool at the apex, absorbing the residual vitality drained from the wasteland mercenaries and the other sacrifices that were captured to complete his flesh-knitting."
"Until midnight, he cannot freely leave the pool without disrupting his evolution."
Hearing this, a cold, razor-sharp smirk curved Alex's full, rose-tinted lips.
"He's in closed-door cultivation, trying to force his evolution to Master Rank before consuming me," Alex muttered to himself, his voice soft, melodic, yet edged with the lethal chill of a predator.
"That arrogant bag of bones truly thinks I'm nothing more than a tied-up lamb waiting for slaughter."
"Heheee... of course he does, darling, what can you expect from a low level Evil spirit that hasn't even evolved completely…" the Empress chuckled lazily inside his skull, her phantom presence stretching out like a contented cat. "To a half-step Evil Spirit, a Pure Yin vessel is the ultimate prize he could never hope for."
"If he truly devours you, he could definitely evolve into a true Evil Ghost King."
"Hehehe… Tell me, what do you plan on doing right now? Do you need me to act? I won't be able to destroy the Ghost Domain yet, but an evil spirit is nothing. All you need to do is let me have your body!!"
"No way I would let you do that… With your perverted mentality, I wouldn't know where I would end up!" Alex fired back fiercely in his mind.
Surrendering control to that ancient serpent was out of the question.
He had already seen enough of her shameless antics, and trusting her behind the wheel of his mutating body was a guaranteed increase in feminization.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, Alex channeled a thin, concentrated pulse of his mana throughout his skin.
The freezing energy swept outward in a silent, frictionless wave, instantly flash-drying and purifying the slick perspiration, the musky residue, and the sticky traces of his cum from his flesh.
In a fraction of a second, his skin was left immaculate, cool, and smooth as polished porcelain.
He opened the system interface with a mental command, pulling up his personal inventory, his fingers selecting the clean garments he had stored earlier.
As he confirmed the selection, a soft shimmer of blue light wrapped his body.
The items didn't drop onto the mattress, they materialized directly onto his flesh.
First came the undergarments.