The Supreme Satanic System

The deck of the sleek white boat was littered with dozens of empty bottles and five discarded chicken cartoon boxes, signs of their revelry as it floated downstream. Olivia and Damien lay sprawled on the two couches facing each other, both thoroughly intoxicated.

"Damien, I have to admit, today is the best day of my life. I never imagined that drinking could be this enjoyable," Olivia slurred, her words muddled by the effects of alcohol.

"What? This is your first time? Are you truly a dwarf?" Damien quipped, a look of astonishment on his face.

"Yes, it's my first time, and my master warned me against drinking," Olivia replied, her inebriation temporarily overpowering her shyness. She began to scrutinize Damien, starting from his face, trailing down to his chest, then lingering at his well-defined abs. The alcohol coursing through her veins seemed to embolden her, and her gaze ventured further down, pausing at his boxer shorts. Damien was aware of her scrutiny but feigned ignorance, relishing the attention. "How far are we from the Overshadow Region of the Shadow Fiends?" he inquired.

"About five hundred miles, I guess," Olivia replied, her gaze drifting to the sky before returning to her preferred focus.

"Oli, I have a suggestion. Why don't we go there and hunt for some shadow stones?"

"Okay, but you're still weak. No offense," she remarked.

"None taken."

Just then, a familiar beeping sound echoed in his head, accompanied by a series of information popping up in his mind.

Beep! [Target X Scanning Completed!]

[Species: Human!]

[Gender: Female!] [Bone aged: 145 Earth Years!]

[Energy Level: Level 589!]

[Threat Level: NA; Be alert, if She wishes she could kill the host practically with just her breath!]

"Level 589! That's incredibly strong. Who would have thought a seemingly fragile lady like her possessed such power? No doubt, she's the third in rank among the Shadow Hunter Association," Damien thought. Recalling how Alexander had classified his power level as Purple Rank, he asked, "Oli, Brother Alex mentioned that I am a Purple Rank according to the Association Power Grading System. Could you provide a brief explanation of the Association's Power Grading System?"

"Sure! To start, there are ten grades: Green, the weakest; Blue Rank; Purple Rank; Yellow Rank; Red Rank; Silver Rank; Gold Rank; Platinum Rank; White Rank; and Black Rank," Olivia explained patiently. "You, for instance, are a Purple Ranker. Luther and I are Platinum Rankers. Except for Ruthella, the eleventh member who is a Silver Grader, all our brothers and sisters are Gold Rankers."

Intrigued, Damien inquired, "Oh, fascinating! Do you know anyone who has achieved Black Rank?"

"There is one—Big Sister Lunar Goddess," Olivia replied with an envious smile.

Suddenly, another notification chimed in his head.

Ding!

  [Comparison Analysis Completed!]

  [Purple Rank = Energy Level up to 499!]

  [Yellow Rank = Level 500 to 520!]

  [Red Rank = Level 521 to 540!]

  [Silver Rank = Level 541 to 560!]

  [Gold Rank = Level 561 to 580!] 

[Platinum Rank = Level 581 to 600!] 

[White Rank = NA] 

[Black Rank = NA]

Smiling, Damien glanced at her. By sheer coincidence, a gentle breeze billowed her miniskirt, revealing her lack of undergarments. Damien's eyes widened in surprise. 'Oh! Why isn't she wearing anything underneath?' he thought, swiftly realizing he had made a grave oversight when selecting her outfit for the day. Indeed, he had overlooked a crucial detail.

Three seconds later, the skirt returned to its former state, concealing her most private area. Damien, however, couldn't shake the desire to see more. Luckily, another gust of wind swept by, lifting her skirt once more. This time, Damien looked attentively, etching every delicate detail into his memory. Inwardly, he exclaimed, 'This wasn't my intention at all. Fortunately, I forgot to include women's undergarments among the clothes I provided. Just look at that; beyond that thicket of dark hair, there's a slender crevice oozing with a pale fluid. I can't resist the urge to touch it.' With that thought, he felt himself grow increasingly aroused as his boxer shorts bulged noticeably, revealing the presence of an eager and powerful member within.

Olivia, who had been discreetly observing, noticed Damien's growing arousal and a mischievous smile crept across her face. 'His excitement is quite evident now. But why do I sense that he might be peeking at me as well?' As another gust of wind swept by, lifting her skirt once again, she nearly gasped in realization but held herself back. 'Alright, I'll indulge in this game too. Let him relish the view while I enjoy my own.' However, as she comprehended the truth, a peculiar tingling sensation stirred in her nether regions, intensifying her wetness and warmth.

Unable to resist their playful peeping game, Damien came up with an idea to escalate the excitement. He retrieved a white bottle and began applying a balm to his arms. "Oli, come over here. Help me apply this to my skin, and later I'll do the same for you. It's a fantastic product," he suggested.

Without hesitation, Olivia eagerly rose from her spot and scurried over to the opposite couch. She climbed over Damien, her drunken enthusiasm clear, and snatched the white bottle from him. Pouring some of the balm onto her palm, she inquired, "Where should I put it?"

Damien pointed to his forehead as the spot for Olivia to apply the balm. Innocently, she climbed over his body, took a seat, and began smearing the balm over his forehead. However, she quickly caught onto his mischievous plan as she felt a firm sensation pressing against her delicate intimacy.

'You sneaky rascal! Don't think for a second that I don't see through your little game,' she thought with a sly grin. As if casually reaching for another spot to apply the balm, she shifted her hips provocatively, pressing herself against his throbbing desire.

She continued to sensually apply the balm, gliding her hands over his neck, chest, and then to his belly, all the while moving her hips provocatively. The excitement coursing through her caused her to become increasingly aroused, and she couldn't help but feel herself getting wet.

As if it were an accident, she slipped her oiled palm into his boxer, her fingers wrapping around his throbbing length. With her other hand, she removed his glasses, revealing her mischievous eyes as she said in a sultry tone, "Don't you realize, this naughty thing of yours is misbehaving? It deserves to be punished."

"Agree, what did you have in mind?" he asked, filled with excitement.

"Nothing much, let me help it get free," she replied seductively. With that, she pulled his boxer down, revealing his curvy thirteen-inch member in all its glory. Olivia couldn't help but admire its robust and beastly appearance.

"The first punishment. Let me give it a little shake!" Olivia declared with a wicked grin. She began stroking up and down his throbbing member with both hands, driving Damien to the brink of ecstasy. He couldn't resist any longer and reached his right hand down, slipping it beneath her skirt and exploring her pelvic region in search of her hidden desire. He found it easily and started by teasing her clitoris, gently massaging the smooth area near her inviting slit.

With a seductive moan, Olivia increased the intensity of her stroking, and Damien responded by inserting his little finger into her tight, wet entrance. Her arousal had made her slick and welcoming, allowing him to skillfully finger her, eliciting pleasurable moans from her.

As their passion grew, Olivia released his throbbing member, and their lips met in a fiery, passionate kiss. Their tongues danced together as they explored each other's mouths, their desire reaching new heights.

After indulging in an extended session of foreplay, Olivia took control, guiding Damien's engorged member towards her entrance. The anticipation was palpable as he entered her, his size causing her to gasp in a mix of pleasure and surprise.

"Stuck!" she exclaimed with a hint of conflict in her voice, their desire building to an intense crescendo.

With a confident and gentle movement, Damien took control and carried Olivia into the cabin compartment. Her cries of pleasure filled the air, escalating into passionate moans that reverberated throughout the boat. Their intense lovemaking continued for hours, each moment filled with ecstasy and longing.

As their desires were finally sated, the two lovers lay intertwined, their bodies basking in the aftermath of their passionate union. The boat continued its journey downstream, carrying them further into the unknown Requiem world, their connection deepened by the shared experience.