"Hehe~"
The glamorous 'office lady' looked at Alistair and chuckled a few times. Her voice seemed to carry contempt, and yet, greed.
Troublesome...
Alistair clicked his tongue, feeling things were getting sticky. He felt a burning pain all over his body, even internally, though it was relatively mild, so Alistair could still endure it. However, Alistair estimated he couldn't hold on for too long. If the pain intensified, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on dealing with the woman in front of him.
Just by standing there, the woman exerted a natural pressure on Alistair. It wasn't the coercion of a superior, but simply the 'mysterious' suppression of absolute power that he couldn't possibly resist. In other words, this woman was an 'Extraordinary Being,' or perhaps even higher-level.
Alistair had already embarked on the path of the 'Extraordinary,' so his 'Spiritual Perception,' or sixth sense, was developing, making it easier for him to sense threats from others.
In Alistair's view, the ability to 'Know the Divine' (prophecy) was an infinitely upgraded version of this ability, sharing a similarity in scope, ranging from sensing immediate threat to sensing others' attention from any location.
If Alistair hadn't stepped onto the Extraordinary path, he might not have noticed the problem. Because when the opponent is too powerful and wishes to hide, you can't detect them. The instinct for self-preservation, or 'Spiritual Perception' in this context, is simply too weak. It's like a blind person who cannot see what's in front of them but can sometimes sense a presence. An ordinary person would only feel that something is wrong, but Alistair could relatively clearly perceive the gap between himself and the enemy.
Under this massive gap, Alistair's heart felt a sense of powerlessness. When the woman was twenty meters away, Alistair only felt pressure and was ready to fight back at any time. But now that she was only a few meters away, Alistair suddenly dared not move. Because the closer she got, the stronger the 'alarm' deep inside Alistair's heart became. His instinct was screaming that if he dared to move, he would be finished!
Motherfucker! Why are there people this powerful in the human zone? And she looks like a villain!
Cold sweat constantly broke out on Alistair's forehead and back, and the burning sensation inside and on his body gave him a sense of 'torment (literally).' The double pressure made his cheeks feel like they were twitching.
"Don't worry~ I have no ill will towards you~"
The glamorous woman approached Alistair. She slightly parted her rosy lips and curved the corners of her mouth, looking smilingly seductive. Her voice was full of sensual charm.
Alistair wasn't sure if the woman was deliberately concealing herself, but despite his eyes having night vision capabilities thanks to his ring, he found it difficult to clearly 'see' her entire appearance. Alistair could see her face, but he constantly felt that he would forget what she looked like as soon as he looked away. Even while looking at her now, it seemed that wherever his gaze shifted away from, he would 'forget' that part of her image.
Alistair could see her oval face and her rare, standard fox-like eyes. He could even clearly see the tear mole at the corner of her eye. But as soon as his attention was diverted or his focus moved, her image would vanish from his mind.
"..."
Alistair wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. What if he angered her, and she killed him?
So Alistair chose silence. He originally thought the 'culprit' from last night had come for him, but instead of the 'culprit,' a major power had shown up. If this powerful woman had business with him last night and was displeased, the consequence probably wouldn't have been just memory loss. Alistair might have been chatting with his great-grandmother from his previous world right now.
"You, right now, must really need help, don't you?"
The glamorous woman walked up to Alistair, extended a finger, and hooked Alistair's chin. The gentle friction of her nail made Alistair feel slightly ticklish, and the tender smoothness of her fingertip gave Alistair a pleasant sensation.
Although Alistair couldn't remember her exact appearance, he had an overall impression: demon. This seductive feeling surpassed every girl he had courted before; it wasn't even on the same level. Furthermore, her physique was outrageous, the kind that no ordinary person could naturally develop.
The woman had an incredibly exaggerated hourglass figure. By all accounts, it was a perfect figure, but this woman's proportions were too extreme. Her business suit clearly outlined two enormous, abundant fleshy mounds above her slender waist, like two gigantic papayas. Alistair suspected her large breasts could suffocate him. Below her A4 waist was a plump, rounded, enticing jade buttock.
The massive size of her upper and lower sections contrasted sharply with her wasp waist. Nevertheless, her breasts weren't quite as large as Yumiko Morita's, but Yumiko Morita herself was a bit on the plump side. This 'monster,' whose waist might be even thinner than President Rina's, surprisingly possessed a bizarre sense of harmony and allure.
Especially in the atmosphere of this peculiar sweet fragrance, if it weren't for the incessant burning sensation, Alistair estimated that his 'Bull of Heaven' would already be standing tall.
"Yes."
Alistair nodded with difficulty. Although she was asking a question, he felt that something very bad would happen if he didn't agree. After all, she had come to him; he definitely had to agree, or who knew what this woman would do?
"Then, join my religion. I will protect you, and there will be benefits beyond your imagination."
The glamorous woman changed from a finger to a palm, tracing from Alistair's chin upwards to stroke his cheek, promising with a smiling invitation.
"What do I need to do after I join?"
Alistair asked. He knew the woman must want something from him. Who protects you for no reason? You're not her relative; you don't know her, and you have no connection. If she came to you, she definitely needs you to do something. Since he couldn't beat her now, he had to submit. But he needed to clarify what he was supposed to do. If it involved any life danger, Alistair would fight tooth and nail, even if it meant taking a piece of her flesh. He was reborn once and had conquered many girls, slightly compensating for the regrets of his previous life. He could always gamble on transmigrating again.
"You don't need to do anything, just follow my arrangements."
The glamorous woman seemed satisfied. Her tone became even softer, and the enticing feeling grew stronger.
"Oh~ Your direct subordinate?"
Alistair seemed to understand. This wasn't bad; no one could command him except this woman.
"No, you'll be the Grand Patriarch~ Hehe~"
The glamorous woman suddenly smiled brightly, the radiance mixed with allure. Then she leaned down slightly, and something soft and warm pressed against Alistair's lips. A wonderful sensation welled up in Alistair's heart, yet he had a bad premonition...