CHAPTER 244: KUROGANE!?

"Clone Grimoire, huh?"

Just looking at the Grimoire, Grey couldn’t help but feel a terrifying chill run down his spine, his body trembling unconsciously from merely staring at it.

"What are you looking at, brat?" one of the Kings sneered before smashing him to the ground, mercilessly beating him.

Grey didn’t speak, silently enduring the blows without making a single move of his own.

If it weren’t for the title Supreme Man of Wonder, he would already be dead, his chest pierced clean through, with nothing left to rely on. This was the only last straw he had.

Humiliation surged in Grey’s heart. He had already decided the fate of the man in front of him.

He would die a miserable death.

"Hahaha."

All the King’s burst into mocking laughter, their eyes gleaming with amusement.

Grey endured the beating in silence, his gaze locked onto the Grimoire. Despite the pain, his interest in this Cloning Grimoire grew.

’Now this... this could be interesting,; he thought.

The longer he stared at the Grimoire, the more it felt like the Grimoire was staring back at him.

Then, without warning, it moved, glowing with a blinding blue light before appearing directly in front of him.

"Huh?" All the Kings were stunned in unison. "What’s going on?"

They tried to move, but to their absolute horror, found themselves frozen. Rooted to the ground as if bound by some unseen force, they couldn’t even twitch a single muscle.

It was as if the very air had turned into invisible chains, locking them in place.

"What is going on?"

The kings were absolutely horrified to the extreme, they were so scared shitless.

Grey looked at the blue Grimoire with a stunned expression as a blue panel appeared in front of him, which left him completely stunned.

[Do you wish to tame Mythic Clone Grimoire?]

[Accept/Decline]

"Mythic?" Grey’s pupils trembled.

After Diamond Grimoire, the Mythic Grimoire came; they were like myths itself because of their rarity in the world.

But now, a Mythic Grimoire appeared in front of him and wanted to be tamed by him.

Grey casually shrugged and accepted it without a moment of hesitation.

His vision instantly changed to a room, flickering with red light.

A woman lay sprawled across the bed.

She wore a skin-tight shinobi outfit, its dark fabric clinging to every curve of her thick body in all the right places.

Especially eye-catching were her fishnet stockings, which accentuated her milky white thighs and drew attention without effort.

Grey exhaled a slow puff of hot air, stirred by an untamed desire rising within him. He had to admit—this woman was easily one of the most beautiful he had ever seen.

Just looking at her made him feel like he was already drooling.

Fortunately, his brain still held dominance over his hormones. He quickly shook his head, snapping himself out of it, and turned a sharp gaze toward the woman.

"Are you the Mythic Clone Grimoire?"

"That’s right," she replied with a soothing chuckle.

Grey nodded silently, saying nothing. His eyes narrowed just slightly, as if deep in thought, weighing something carefully.

"Are you not going to beg me?" the woman asked, a playful curiosity glinting in her eyes.

"Beg you?" Grey scoffed. "Why would I do that? Who do you think you are?"

"..."

She stared at him for a long moment. Then, after a pause, her gaze suddenly sharpened. "How dare you, bastard? Your life is in my hands right now."

"Then do it," Grey replied coldly, his expression stern, his eyes like steel.

"Oh?" the woman said, intrigued. She stood up and began walking toward him, her every step filled with grace. "Are you really not afraid of me?"

She stopped just inches from his face, the space between them charged with tension.

Grey frowned slightly, then, right before his eyes, the woman multiplied. First into two, then three... then four...

Soon, ten identical copies of her had formed, completely surrounding him.

"What do you think I’ll do now?" one of them asked, a teasing tone in her voice.

"Well," Grey replied with a casual shrug, his tone cool and nonchalant, "Since you clearly want to be tamed by me, I figured you’d already be on your knees, begging for mercy."

"You—" the ten shinobi said in unison, all frowning.

"You, what?" Grey cut in, locking eyes with the one closest to him. There wasn’t a hint of fear in his gaze, only boldness and defiance.

Seeing the fire in his eyes, all ten of them blushed at once.

"You are perfect," one of them muttered, and they all returned back to one whole again. Grey was confused in his heart; this Grimoire was strange, but thinking of all the female Grimoires that he had tamed till now, it only felt natural for this one as well.

Then the shinobi pulled his sleeve. "Come, come, follow me."

Grey obeyed and was soon led to the bed, where he sat opposite her in silence, his eyes looking straight at her.

"What’s wrong?" the shinobi chuckled with a curious tone. "The name is Kurogane, by the way."

"Kurogane, a Japanese name?" Grey thought aloud.

"Japanese?" Kurogane tilted her head in confusion.

"Nothing, nothing." Grey coughed in embarrassment, then he looked at her again: "What do you want from me? Is there, like, a trial for me to be worthy to tame you?"

"No, there is no trial for you." Kurogane smiled and leaned dangerously close to Grey’s face, her breath practically brushing against his skin. "You have already passed the test."

Seeing the lecherous grin on her face, Grey became silent. He couldn’t help but curse in his heart:

’Why do these female Grimoires seem to be constantly in a state of horniness?’

But when Grey thought further, it started to make more sense. They had been constantly living inside the Grimoire, and they must have desires they’ve been suppressing.

Grimoires do procreate, but not with other Grimoires. Instead, they do so with their human masters.

And in this space inside the Grimoire, they could do the deed...

’What am I thinking right now?’ Grey cursed in his heart, cursing himself for having such strange thoughts.

At this moment, he felt a big squishy thing pressing against his head.

Grey was immediately startled, only to feel tightly embraced in a hug, his brows knitted together as he spoke:

"What do you think you are doing?"

"I am doing something that I am supposed to." She smiled warmly without a word, hugging him even tighter.

Grey wanted to resist, however, just as he was about to use his strength—

Kurogane warned:

"Don’t even think about it. The instant you do, I will let that fat bastard destroy your body in reality."

Grey loosened his muscles and didn’t act.

"..."

Her tight embrace grew more and more on Grey, leaving him completely speechless.

He parted his dry lips about to say something but restrained himself, thinking in his heart: ’This doesn’t feel too half bad.’

The back of his head was having the time of its life, almost like he was leaning on a soft, squishy pillow.

It felt warm and inviting, and his eyes dropped.

Kurogane just hugged him.

Soon, their position shifted, and Grey found himself sleeping on her milky white thighs, almost like a pillow of some sort.

Grey practically melted at this point, like butter.

The soft sensation seemed to soothe his brain.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, but it only felt like a moment for Grey.

Grey slowly opened his eyes to look at the beautiful face who was panting. Luckily, he sensed his body, and even though a part of him had stood up, that was about it; he didn’t seem to have been stripped or anything.

"Are you awake?" Kurogane said with a soft chuckle.

"Yeah," Grey spoke.

"Good," she licked her lips, her eyes went sideways, at a certain place...

"How about we talk about this later instead?" Grey stood up from her thick thighs, a little reluctance creeping up in his heart; however, he quickly shook his terrifying thoughts away.

"Later?" Kurogane smiled. "No, I want to talk about it right now. I have been hungry for more than centuries, and if you don’t give me a meal, then I will not be satisfied."

Grey felt his tongue dry up a bit; he was left almost utterly speechless and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

He quickly came up with a solution in his head: "My body is dying outside, so let’s talk about it later, shall we?"

"Hmm? Later?" she quipped and then became thoughtful for a moment as she eyed him. Then after sometime, she spoke with eyes full of reluctance:

"Fine, handsome, only because you are the only person who has managed to catch my eyes among all the males I have seen ever since I was born, I will savour you."

As she spoke, a blue prompt appeared in front of Grey, a binding prompt.

And Grey accepted the prompt without hesitation.

The next moment, his vision changed again to the real world. His injuries had recovered a bit, and the gaping hole was now the size of a small bullet, barely visible. A pool of blood had formed underneath him.

Grey looked at the frozen clones of the King with a sneer in his heart.

"Bastard, you humiliated me, now it’s time for my own vengeance." Grey managed to stand up from the ground and walked towards the frozen clone of the kings with an evil smile on his face.