My Living Shadow System Devours To Make Me Stronger - Chapter 854

Capítulo 854: Chapter 855: You

Ahhh yes, destiny. It was inevitable. In fact, personally Damon believed the world really loved giving him the middle finger.

In this case, it was quite literal.

He stood up from his chair without turning around. The gaze on him was still as intense as he remembered.

Yes, the first time he felt this gaze was when he had faced the quick claws of death and barely escaped.

He turned around to face her, the living threat to his chastity.

His eyes were deadpan, calm, almost resigned to his fate.

“It’s been too long.” He spoke calmly, while Evangeline gave him a disgusted look as if she were staring at human garbage.

At the door stood a beautiful woman with copper skin, her midriff bare due to her choice of clothes. She had dark eyes and long dark hair, with two small antlers growing from her head.

A bone blade rested on her back. Her cold eyes never left Damon, who was slowly inching toward the nearest window.

Her lips curled into an annoyed smile.

“I see you.”

Damon crossed his arms.

“Wendy. It’s been too long.”

Of course it was Wendy. Which other woman would look at him like she wanted to eat him alive.

Wendy was the name he had given her. He just hadn’t expected her to become a literal person.

For context, Wendy was a monster. She had once been an evil spirit, a wendigo. However, the unknown god wanted to use her for his plan, so he made her into a person, which honestly might have been another way to terrorize Damon.

The fact of the matter was that Damon had killed Wendy’s asexually produced offspring back when she was a monster. Killing him was her secondary goal. Her primary goal, all thanks to Waton of Valtheron, was to reproduce with Damon and regain her children.

Damon would have killed her before it got to that point, but she was sort of unkillable due to her unique skill set.

When Evangeline saw her, she gave Damon a disgusted look. She knew.

She shook her head.

“Pervert.”

Damon gritted his teeth.

“I’m the victim.”

Wendy had been quiet. Then she closed her eyes with a sigh.

“He asked me to kneel and call him daddy.”

She spoke clearly, without hesitation.

Evangeline’s mouth opened and closed, but she was at a loss for words. She had called him a pervert, but she was just being rude before. She didn’t—

“Ahhh… you beast.”

Wendy saw what was going on. After so many months around people, she had a full grasp of speech and social norms now. That was why she knew kneeling and calling Damon daddy was not normal.

“He even promised to have babies with me, but not the type to take responsibility.”

She had seen enough in the pleasure district. All those big sisters there had told her how men were scum and only wanted one thing. They told her to trap the bastard.

Leona blinked, scratching her head.

“Ohh, Wendy, you’re back. And look, I found Damon. Well, he found me, but it’s the same.”

Her innocent, cute voice made Damon take a deep breath.

“Leona, how could you. I can’t believe you set me up. You should have told me the familiar face was Wendy. Ahh, this is a trap. You left that out on purpose. Who taught you to be such a bad girl.”

She smiled, sticking out her tongue.

“Heheh, sorry about that. You didn’t ask, and I sort of promised Wendy I’d help her.”

Wendy slowly approached him, her footsteps light.

“You really thought you could play me forever.”

Damon scoffed.

Wait a minute. This was Wendy. He had her eating out of the palm of his hand before. He had this. So what if she became more worldly and gained some experience.

He sighed.

“Well, so be it. You want to mess around with me, fine. But I’ll have you know, if I’m not in an emotionally good place, I can’t reproduce.”

She gave him a deadpan expression.

“That’s not how it works. You’re not fooling me.”

Cold sweat beaded down Damon’s head.

“Wait, wait, I—I—”

He had no words, so he blurted out.

“I’m pregnant. You can’t touch me. You’ll hurt the baby.”

Wendy paused. Evangeline’s eyes widened. Leona snickered.

Wendy pointed at him.

“You’re a man.”

Damon lowered his head.

“I have a secret. I—I am a transvestite.”

Evangeline shook her head on behalf of all trans people, silently hoping the goddess would strike this bastard down.

Wendy looked confused.

“What’s a transvestite?”

Damon smiled.

“Ahhh, I knew it. Big words confuse her.”

He closed his eyes.

“It means if I get touched by a woman trying to make babies before I’m emotionally ready, I’ll wither away and die.”

Her eyes widened.

“It’s a rare case.”

She trembled.

“That’s horrible. I didn’t know humans had such a terrible affliction.”

Evangeline covered her face. Every day, he sank lower as a human being.

Leona didn’t even know what to say, watching Damon fool the inexperienced Wendy again.

He sat back down in his chair.

“I’ve been seeing healers, but my condition hasn’t been getting better. Apparently it’s because I walk too much. If I had a mount, I could be fixed in, say, a few decades to a hundred years.”

Wendy placed a hand over her mouth.

“I see. How horrible.”

Then she grabbed him.

“You really expect me to believe that. I met a few trans people in the pleasure district. It’s not an affliction.”

Damon smiled softly.

“Heheh, busted.”

She crossed her arms.

“I wasn’t even going for that. We can have sex some other day.”

Damon placed a hand over his mouth.

“When did you become so bold and shameless? Ahh, you bad girl.”

She glared at him, eyes cold.

“Don’t condescend me.”

She closed her eyes.

“I want to ask about Waton. I never got to say goodbye before he passed. He was my first friend, after all.”

Damon’s face softened.

“He was happy he got to know you.”

She nodded.

“I understand.”

Turning to Leona, she spoke.

“Right. And I found Xander Ravenscroft.”