"Who...who are you?"

　　A trembling Tara stuttered before the magnificent Konrad, struggling to maintain her composure under his air of divine malevolence. There weren't many individuals a half-step Legendary G.o.ddess such as her couldn't see through, and she knew them all. Konrad, however, she couldn't appraise. Worse, if he could sneak into her cave without raising alarm, then even her husband might not be able to handle him.

　　Although Tara didn't care for Heaven's affairs, there was only one name she could think of, able to match such prowesses:

　　The Chthonian Primogen.

　　But as her thoughts reached this stage, and fright rippled within her eyes, Konrad's voice echoed.

　　"Chthonian Primogen? Horrid but accurate. Though, I prefer Profane Prince."

　　Konrad replied to both the spoken and the unspoken, causing Tara's trembling eyes to stretch to their limit. This time, she took twelve large steps backward, recoiling until she hit the gate leading toward her inner chambers. But feeling the gilded door's handle press her naked back, Tara stopped and considered her options.

　　Fight or surrender.

　　Clearly, that person didn't just come to take her life, otherwise, he wouldn't be standing there, leering at her with those dissolute but oh so captivating icy eyes. Wait, captivating?

　　With a muster of willpower, Tara shook her head, dispelling the treasonous thought to return to her aggressor. However, she was startled to see that he no longer stood where he previously did!

　　"Your heart overflows with way too many questions."

　　Konrad's voice echoed from Tara's left as she now felt his cool breath graze her cheek.

　　"Ah!"

　　Like an alarmed rabbit, Tara leaped in fright, spinning high in the air before landing on the other side of the cultivation cave. But again, Konrad was nowhere to be seen.

　　"I am a devil. I exist in every ripple of your chest. The tiniest fluctuation of your emotions breathes life into me. I am the shadow of your every move, the depravity you hide underneath."

　　This time, the voice came from the back. And even before Tara could turn, muscular arms wrapped her narrow waist. The left arm held her tight while the right's fingers glided across her arm to seize her hand from underneath. But even as she felt her back pressing his chest, and his larger hand closing on hers, Tara couldn't feel the need to fight back. On the contrary, boundless warmth enveloped her while desire bloomed within her heart.