The Way of a Demon Lord

In the next room, sat a busty middle aged woman wearing the instructor coat outside but a slitted dress inside. The room was identical to the second one- a small table was situated beside the sitting instructor and a tall lamp lightening up the entire room.

Despite her age, she was beautiful with a mature charm. Any young man would have found it difficult controlling themselves if they were to witness the cross legged sitting position of her which revealed both of her beautiful legs through the slit.

But Adrian did not take an extra glance at her legs and normally greeted her and waited for the question.

"There were some marks on all the doors you passed through today here in the test. How many markings were there and what were their colours?"

He immediately began to answer "There was nothing on the first set of curtains I had to pass through to enter the first room. On the door to the second room, there were 7 red markings. On the door to the third room, there were 11 markings of the colour brown and on the door to this room, there were 23 black markings."

The examiner opened her mouth to say something but before she could, Adrian said something.

"On the main gate, there were 4 gold markings."

The examiner nodded her head with a satisfied expression.

"You are in the medical department, right?" He asked.

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"Looks like even instructors from the medical department could not heal their own wounds." He slowly began to approach the examiner.

"What are you saying?" She squinted.

He was already in front of her. His back arched forward, his face right in front of hers. He gently touched her smooth thigh with one hand and tucked her hair behind her ear with the other.

Strangely enough, the examiner did not stop him or say anything.

He slowly moved his hand up her thigh until his fingers touched her vulva over her panties. She changed her sitting position and opened her legs to give him way. His lips were now very close to the ear behind which her hair was just tucked.

He whispered while gently rubbing her vulva with his finger, "I can see that you have a wound here. Don't worry. I will heal it for you."

At that moment, her cheeks were red and the sound of heavy breathing permeated through the air.

Before she could reply, he bit her ear in a soft and erotic manner.

"Ah…" a soft moan escaped her lips.

He moved his face downwards and kissed the side of his neck and started to move his hand faster.

"Mhmm… Aah…" she began to moan harder.

None of them were worried about someone overhearing them as both of them knew that the rooms were soundproofed.

Sensing her panties turning wet. He stopped kissing and backed off. He looked into her eyes and she looked back. As if they reached a consensus, both of them moved for the kiss.

While their lips touched, he moved one of his hand inside her panties and began to rub faster.

Not long after their lips touched, Adrian put his tongue into the play and the examiner responded with hers. Not holding back, he penetrated her slippery pussy with two of his fingers and began to stroke it.

"Mhmm… mhm…" the kiss muffled her moans.

He used his other hand to fondle her juicy breasts over her dress. She did not keep her hands still. She held his head tightly while the wild kiss proceeded.

She began to moan harder and harder, her whole body started to tremble. Sensing the signs, he quickened his pace and stroked faster.

Finally, she climaxed. Her juices gushed out. Her loud moan was muffled as they were still locked in an erotic kiss.

*Knock**Knock*

The interruption made them break the kiss.

"Tsk" both of them backed off and clicked their tongues- the tongues which were still coated with each other's saliva.

"I will be going then, see you later."

"I am Auriole White. You can always visit me for 'medical checkups'." She replied while snapping her fingers.

No sooner had she snapped her fingers than a floral fragrance filled the room covering up the smell of juices previously released. She again sat in a cross legged position which covered up her wet inner thighs.

"Sure. It would be a shame to not go all the way." He laughed and went through the door to the next test.

The examiner then scowled at the entrance door and said "Come in."

In the next room.

As soon as Adrian entered, he felt something come at him at high speed. But neither did he move away nor did he bat an eye.

The object stopped a few inches away from his head. It turned out to be a wooden sword which was being held by a man in his late twenties. One could easily infer his occupation from his instructor uniform.

"Why didn't you dodge?" He asked.

"Why would I bother to waste movements when you were not going to hit me to begin with?" Adrian replied in a monotonous tone.

The instructor contemplated for a moment before saying "Understood. You may leave."

Adrian began to walk towards the exit door.

Once he walked a few steps past the instructor, he crouched a little- just enough to barely dodge the sword that came even faster than before. He then swirled clockwise and punched the instructor in the face with full force along with the momentum of the spin. No matter how experienced the instructor was, he never expected an examinee to retaliate. Along with the fact that he had yet to recover from the momentum of the strike he just made, he was caught completely off guard.

He fell on his butt. He was holding his right cheek with one hand as he was feeling terrible pain there and the wooden sword with the other. The fact that he did not let go of his sword even though he made such a blunder proved that he was not a newbie.

He could barely believe it. Not only did the examinee dared to attack an instructor, he was also capable of applying force that could make a level 6 circler like himself- a warrior at that- to feel such a degree of pain. He intended to scold the insolent examinee, but as soon as their eyes met- he felt a chill down his spine, his survival kicked in.

As the instructor had yet to get up from the floor, Adrian was looking down at him as if a predator were looking at a cornered prey.

"How dare a mere human dare to hit me from behind?" An authoritative voice fraught with killing intent entered the instructor's ears.

Adrian's face represented the face of a king looking at a peasant's corpse- a face portraying indifference. And the instructor found that face more terrifying than a face portraying anger.

The overbearing aura and the intense killing intent locked on the poor instructor's body- rendering him unable to move. He was sweating all over and terror was written all over his face. A war and stampede veteran like him never faced such a dire situation before.

"I… I…" He tried to apologise but that first person pronoun was all he could utter.

All of a sudden, he felt that the aura and the killing intent receding. That terrifying pressure was gone, he was finally able to move. But he did not dare to as the one before him had yet to give him permission.

"Tsk. You almost made me lose control." Adrian returned to his previous self but there was a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"I apologise." The instructor, still drenched in sweat, kneeled on one knee.

"Just don't do anything silly like this again. I absolutely hate it when someone tries to hit me from behind. And forget everything that happened here. I don't want everyone to think of me as a monster." Adrian said in his old amicable voice.

Before the instructor could say anything, Adrian's voice again ringed in his ears.

"At least- not yet." Adrian smirked.

The instructor's heart skipped a beat. To him, that smirk was a lot more terrifying than that indifferent face.

"I will take this to my grave." The instructor hastily said.

"Well, if they find your body to bury- that is." Adrian joked before leaving the room.

But that joke was enough to make the instructor who was trying to get up on his feet to lose all his power and fall back down.