For a Mage to move fast, the bluntest way is space magic. But Jetri isn’t exactly skilled with space magic.

Instant cast? No chance.

He doesn’t even have coordinates right now.

He can only layer wind magic on himself, push speed, and try to catch up.

Jetri has no idea why Lilith suddenly lost it and rushed in. Even after chasing deep into Demon Clan territory, he still hasn’t seen them.

He can only rely on tracking magic and follow the trail.

He isn’t slow. The scenery flips fast, shifting from sandy wastes to a dusky green forest.

This is the Demon Clan border’s signature “scenic spot,” the Lost Gloomwood. Rumor says those who blunder in get marked by a Succubus and drained.

The first time he came here, Jetri thought if this existed back in his previous life’s hometown, it would honestly become a tourist spot.

People would drop by every so often to “play with the Succubus miss.”

But after facing a Succubus for real, Jetri learned how terrifying a creature he once thought was built from daydreams and lust could be.

Not a common doujin character. A real predator with humans on the menu.

The forest grows deeper.

The Demon Clan’s terrain has a strange trait.

Closer to the border, it’s more sinister and scary. Deeper in, it gets oddly normal.

Right now, the Lost Gloomwood might as well be a horror flick. Eerie wind howls from nowhere, scrapes past something, and screams in shrill waves.

The mist thickens. Jetri has to trigger detection magic.

In the depths, the fog is so dense you can’t even see your own body when you look down.

Eyes alone won’t carry you forward.

The trees ahead grow tall and twisted. Not a ray of sun pierces the canopy. If not for will-o’-wisps floating in the fog, it’d be pitch black.

In the dimness and near-zero visibility, Jetri doesn’t slow. He spends mana freely, blasting a path with a barrage of four-circle spells while using Six-circle Magic: Wind God’s Blessing to sprint.

Their trail finally stops not far ahead. Jetri can faintly hear voices in the distance.

More precisely—

The sound of one-sided torment.

“Disperse!” Jetri’s face is cold. He lifts a hand and casts Five-circle Magic: Wind Swirl, pushing the fog back for a moment.

His sight clears at once.

Even prepared, seeing it still makes his anger flare.

The Succubus sits unharmed on the Half Elf. One hand pins the Half Elf’s head, grinding it into the dirt.

The Half Elf is battered everywhere. Blood seeps from the face buried deep in mud. She seems lifeless.

Just lying there.

Like a corpse.

Jetri lifts his hand, teeth clenched.

“Are you going to kill her?” The Succubus laughs airily, not caring if Jetri will aim at her.

Six-circle Magic: Flame Dragon’s Roar streaks through the air as a thin thread of fire.

A grand high-circle spell, compressed to a single line by Jetri.

The fireline pierces the Succubus in an instant.

“Mm~”

A sultry sound—moan or cry—spills shamelessly from her full lips.

“Impressive. A six-circle spell turned into that—” She curls her lips, touching them like savoring the aftertaste.

Then her hand slides into the limp Half Elf’s body.

“Ngh…” Lilith shudders for a moment and lets out a muffled groan. Then nothing.

“How about letting your teammate feel this bliss too?” She giggles.

“Keep going. Let’s see whether I break first or your teammate.”

Jetri takes a deep breath and lowers his hand.

“What do you want?” His lips tremble as he speaks.

Because of rage.

“Eh…” The Succubus looks amused. “I don’t have time to chat—strip.”

“What?” Jetri frowns.

“I said, you should take off your clothes.” She smiles. In black eyes like Jetri’s, something burns hot.

“What—”

“Strip.” She smiles, sultry. Her slender fingers rest on the Half Elf’s long neck, then slowly press.

Jetri’s expression shifts dark and light. He slowly removes the robe of a Sage.

“Hurry up~” Chelsey laughs behind her hand. Her grip on the Half Elf’s neck doesn’t stop.

She keeps tightening, slowly.

The fog Jetri blew away curls back, leaving a clear corridor where Chelsey and Lilith remain visible.

The gloomwood is silent.

Jetri has to move faster.

He strips off the inner shirt too.

Then he stands bare-chested, expression flat, staring at Chelsey.

“My patience has time to spare. Don’t try tricks. You know I can snuff this frail Half Elf in an instant, and you…” Chelsey says, meaningful.

The Half Elf’s limbs start to twitch, slightly, without control.

Jetri says nothing, baring himself entirely before the Succubus.

He feels no shame. Every thread in his mind tries to parse Chelsey’s goal.

“Eiya…” The Succubus licks her lip. “Nice body~”

“Ease up a little? She’s going to die.” Jetri says evenly.

“Ah! Sorry, sorry!” Her surprise is all acted. “But I never said obedience earns her life, did I?”

After the feigned shock comes a deeper, cruel smile.

“You’ve got another purpose. Keep her alive for now, and I’ll cooperate,” Jetri says.

The Succubus’s lips lift. Her smile blooms brighter.

Like a fully blooming red spider lily—beautiful and dangerous.

“Then…” Desire sweeps her alluring face. Her gaze burns onto Jetri. “Masturbate.”

Jetri looks at the Succubus and shows a touch of scorn for her ignorance. “Ever consider this? Under extreme stress, human males can’t get aroused.”

“For real?” Chelsey frowns and loosens Lilith a bit.

From here, Jetri can hear the Half Elf suck in air in a hysterical gasp.

He doesn’t know if she woke, or if it’s just survival instinct inside a coma.

But he exhales, a little relieved.

“Start.”

“Why don’t you give her to me? Maybe that would help—see? It’s not reacting.” Like it isn’t his own body, Jetri pinches, then lets go, face blank.

Clearly, Little Jetri thinks it’s not his time to make an entrance.