Lackey's Seducing Survival Odyssey - Chapter 1203: New Master of Arcane Hunter Organization: Part-1

Chapter 1203: New Master of Arcane Hunter Organization: Part-1

It wasn’t like Aether had forgotten his goal or anything… no, that part still burned at the back of his mind.

But somehow… the situation had escalated far beyond what he had predicted. Layers upon layers of complications buried him, distracting him, twisting his attention away from the obvious.

The truth was, he had become entangled in something heavier… his hands full, caught in the gears of the Void Empire’s rising chaos more than anyone could have imagined.

But this… This was something he hadn’t seen coming at all.

“Excuse me,” Aether said, turning to a nearby citizen walking past. “Have you seen the temple that stood here before?”

The man barely glanced at him before replying, “We don’t know. The temple vanished a month ago,” and walked off briskly.

“A Month ago?” Aether muttered, brows knitting into a frown. ’What does he mean by that?’ he thought, eyes drifting toward the barren land ahead… dry, cracked earth where the Prophetess Temple once stood in full splendour.

Aether rubbed his forehead with a deep sigh, “What the hell is going on…?” He didn’t have time for this.

That GILF Prophestess… he needed to seduce her. It wasn’t a want…. It was a necessity.

The clock was ticking.

Just then—

~Ring~Ring~

He flinched, hearing that sound. Glancing around, he stepped quietly into a shadowed alleyway, retrieving a glowing orb from his inventory.

The Orb… The one that summoned the Arcane Hunter Organization.

He activated it. A faint shimmer ran through its surface before glowing letters began to rise from within:

Hereby, Victor, the Dragon Emperor, is summoned for the Meeting in the Garden.

Aether sucked in a breath…. Finally!

He’d been waiting for this moment.

Without hesitation, he slid the orb back into his inventory… With a single motion, he summoned his puppets. They emerged from the dark, kneeling before him,

“Search for the Prophetess. Or her Temple. Whichever you find first.”

The puppets gave a solemn nod and vanished in a blur of shadow and wind.

Aether’s hand clenched into a fist. He closed his eyes for a moment, then vanished, teleporting back toward the Void Empire.

Meanwhile—

Nightfire stirred beneath silken sheets, her naked body stretching slowly across the bed. A lazy moan rolled from her lips as her fingers grazed over her bare stomach. There was a dazed smile on her face, drunk with satisfaction.

“That… hit the spot… ah~” she whispered with a purr, the sound laced with playful exhaustion.

She wasn’t just full…. She was overflowing!

Her skin glowed faintly. Her eyes no longer clouded. Her chest felt still.

The ache that used to gnaw at her core was gone, replaced with a heavy warmth that lingered deep within. Her flower, still sensitive, throbbed with the leftover tremors of that intensity.

It was a mixture of pain, pleasure, and power.

So full. So blessed. So… owned?

Her lips curled into a soft smirk as her fingers lazily drew circles on her abdomen. ’So?’ she asked inside her mind. ’How was it?’

’I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!!’ Ashara’s voice rang out.

Nightfire giggled to herself, licking her lips,

’Oh come on now~ I know you were watching… watching everything. Our pure, wild lovemaking. Fu~Fu~ Even if you’re a separate soul, you’re still stuck in this body. I can feel you… squirming… You were turned on too, weren’t you? You little perv~’

’W-What nonsense! I do not… watch every detail!! I was just… curious! I wanted to see what made it so… special! That’s all!’ Ashara’s voice crackled in a mix of protest and embarrassment.

Nightfire grinned wider, her thighs shifting. ’If you’re that curious… why don’t you try it yourself? Taste it. Feel it. I’m sure the body will remember…’

’H-How dare you! I would never! That would ruin our friendship! Hmph!!’ Ashara’s voice puffed indignantly, cheeks burning red in their shared mental space.

Nightfire let out a slow exhale, eyes drifting shut as her fingers crept down again. Her hand moved towards the heat between her thighs—tracing above the soft, slick lips—and her fingertips brushed the strange tattoo etched just above her mound.

It tingled beneath her touch.

A mark of power… Of bond…. Of hunger. It reacted to her emotions, to her thoughts.

It made her feel… everything.

“You awake?”

The voice startled her.

Nightfire flinched, yanking the quilt up to cover her chest before whipping her head around. Aether stood near the door, watching her with a bemused smile.

Nightfire sighed, puffing her cheeks. “Can’t you ever enter like a normal person?” she asked, half-annoyed, half-amused.

She dropped the quilt slowly, standing up without shame. Her body gleamed under the soft light… shapely, fuller than before, thick in all the right places.

Aether blinked.

It wasn’t just that she was naked… he’d seen her countless times before—but something had changed.

“What… happened to you?” he asked, stepping closer, eyes trailing over her body.

His fingers brushed against her widened hips, then cupped her now plumper ass. It jiggled in his palm like ripened fruit. Her breasts were noticeably heavier—round, high, and sensitive—and her thighs had filled out into delicious, firm curves.

Even her skin had a radiant sheen. And her face… fuck! She was glowing.

Nightfire smirked with pride. “I ate,” she said simply, almost innocently. “And I grew.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, their bodies brushing again.

“And I’m not done eating…” she whispered dangerously, biting his ear in a slow, teasing motion.

Aether smiled. A slow, wicked smile. “Look at you… acting all bold and daring.” His hands slipped down and squeezed her bouncy ass hard, drawing a shiver from her lips.

“Is your pussy ready to receive my love again?” he whispered, voice low and hot against her skin.

Nightfire bit her lip, letting out a soft moan, but then shook her head.

“Too much in such a short time is… dangerous,” she said with a teasing wink, stepping back slowly.

But Aether grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in one smooth motion. She stumbled into his chest, blinking in surprise.

He didn’t say anything. Just stared.

Even after everything they’d done—every filthy act, messy night—just seeing the way he looked at her right now… that pure, focused gaze filled with nothing but want and affection… it hit her differently.

It made her heart skip.

“Oh? Look at you blushing~” Aether whispered with a grin before softly biting her cheek.

Nightfire flushed even more, shoving him lightly. “Y-You idiot!!”

She was annoyed, but her heart fluttered.

This kind of intimacy… it confused her.

Yet, it thrilled her.

Aether chuckled, brushing her hair back gently. God, he wanted to ravage her again—but he couldn’t. Not now. There were things to do.

With a reluctant sigh, he said, “Anyway… I need you to come with me.”

“Hmm? Where?” she asked, tilting her head curiously.

****

Ssshhhh~

A gentle breeze whispered through the garden, carrying the faint scent of a thousand blooming flowers. Petals of every colour swayed gently in the air, dancing under the pale, sunless light.

At the heart of the garden stood a long rectangular table, surrounded by six empty chairs.

Dew still clung to the petals, dripping slowly, like tears refusing to dry. It was as if someone… still tended to the garden despite their absence.

Despite Master Snape’s disappearance.

Then—

Thud.

Thud.

Two figures dropped onto the garden’s stone pavement, their cloaks fluttering like torn banners.

One was tall, wrapped in a dark hooded cloak that dragged slightly behind him. The other was small—tiny, almost childlike, also cloaked.

They didn’t say anything… Their footsteps were the only sound as they walked slowly toward the centre of the garden.

The first one sat first, settling across from the smaller figure. For several long seconds, they stared at each other, saying nothing.

“Looks like we’re the only ones left alive,” the first one finally muttered.

Alaric was dead and The One… Slain during the Master’s final battle. And the Master himself… gone.

The first figure let out a quiet sigh. “I thought the organisation was finished. Why summon me?”

The tiny figure didn’t reply. They gave a light shrug—nonchalant, emotionless.

Then—

Thud.

Thud.

Both turned their heads sharply toward the sound.

Two more had arrived.

Victor strode across the garden with familiar arrogance, his boots crunching softly on the stone path. Beside him stood another figure, completely cloaked in shadowy robes, their hood pulled low.

The first hooded figure narrowed its eyes.

“How dare you bring an outsider here!” It barked, voice laced with fury.

Victor didn’t flinch. He sauntered forward with an amused grin and plopped down in a chair like he owned the place.

“I mean… aren’t we running low on members?” he said with a mocking laugh as he looked at the empty chairs.

The first figure and the tiny one both clenched their fists under the table.

“O-Our Master failed…” the smaller one finally spoke, their voice trembling. “Because someone betrayed us.”

Victor’s grin widened.

“So what’s this all about?” he drawled, resting an elbow on the table. “Are you guys gonna make me the new leader or what?”

“Dream on!” the first figure growled, “You think you’re worthy to sit in the same chair as the Master?”

Victor leaned back, his grin turning smug. “Well, duh. You guys failed miserably. Someone’s gotta clean up the mess.”

They were hurt, but this guy… was enjoying it!!

Heck, he didn’t seem to care for Master Snape’s death!

Heartless Bastard!

Both of them stood abruptly, chairs screeching against stone.

Before anyone could shout again—

“Enough.”

A new voice echoed in the garden.

All heads turned instantly.

There, at the centre of the garden—where no one had been just a second ago… stood a figure in a flowing purplish hooded cloak.

Their face was obscured, but their eyes lifted skyward as if they saw something beyond the clouds.

Victor’s smirk faltered, his brow furrowing.