Demon Laws
Chapter 10: The Plan of Joline

Witches are more stubborn than imagined, but Dewey has a way of fighting them.

“Take him, don't let him run away. The road forgets that she is a witch, enough not to let her magic power return. Witches who lost magic power were even weaker than ordinary people.” Dewey told the two knights in charge of guarding the captives. “Remember, flush him with cold water every few moments. Make sure this witch has no time to sleep or meditate. Stimulate him at all times so that he is in a conscious state.”

Magic is spiritual power. When humans are exhausted, the most common way to restore energy is to sleep. Witches can also do this by meditating. As long as it did not let him have the chance to recover spiritual power, then witches were no more just weak ordinary people.

Dewey then returns to his room, but on the doorstep, he meets Sia, his loyal servant, and two knights who are ambiguous expressions.

“What's up?” dewey asked with a gentle smile.

“Young Master, ready. Will you be in now?” A knight looked flattering.

Dewey pursed his lips. He did not understand the knight's intent, only shook his hands, then walked into his room. In the back, the waiter immediately closed the door from the outside.

This cheap beer shop certainly will not have luxury rooms. But this room is clean after tidying. Dewey was somewhat surprised, he immediately understood the meaning of the ambiguous smile of his subordinates earlier.

The long-legged girl sat on a chair in the room, with a tired expression and her legs tied up. In order to ensure the pleasure of his master was not disturbed, the conscientious subordinate remembered this girl with a cow tendon.

Seeing the little bastard galloping in step by step, Joline was then completely frightened.

This kid looks so small. A child of that age would probably not do such a scary thing to her. However, Joline knows for sure what kind of ‘gestin’ she can cause to men.

In fact, Joline wasn't afraid that Dewey would crave her sexy appearance. He was worried precisely because this little noble was too small and did not seem to be the one who liked beautiful women. This left Joline unable to stand a chance to use her greatest weapon.

He understood the deadly power of his appearance for men. Sexy looks have always been a weapon that Joline is good at using. There were many adventurer teams and mercenary organizations in the empire, whereas he was only a member of a small adventurer team. Joline can maintain this team and independence without being swallowed up because she is a talented weapon that is good at utilizing women.

When needed, he did not mind being harmed once in a while. But there must be a proper exchange. For example, the machete that was last given by the mercenary captain, and the mage that this time was recruited with great difficulty. It was all thanks to her sexy appearance.

Joline who is now 20 years old is a small fox who plunges into society. He is good at utilizing his appearance to lure the man who approaches him with a certain purpose, also good at protecting himself - will not be too much to lose.

For example, this time, he did not expect that he could attract a witch to join which was the proudest business in Joline's short adventure career. The joining of a mage was enough to increase the strength of his small adventurer team by at least two levels.

This time he traveled to the southern province of Cotte actually to hide alone. The last time he seduced a baron in the north of the noble territory. The baron was half-deadly enchanted at Joline to the point of giving her a bewitched leather armor. As a result, the little fox ran away before the baron got his real advantage.

Damn it even experienced this kind of thing on the way to the south! Didn't expect to meet a noble who carried many bodyguards in the interior like this! It was unexpected that this noble would tease him in public without thinking about his own status! It was even more unexpected that his adventurer team that had witches would be defeated by the nobles!

Wonderful, didn't the witch brag about her prowess when tempted by her? Finally defeated by a little boy!

If he knew from the beginning, he should have been patient when Dewey whistled at him.

He forgot himself after the witch joined.

Looking at the noble youth who approached her, Joline sighed inwardly and decided, alright! If he really wants to harass himself, he will close his eyes and assume he was once overpowered by a ghost.

Compared to this, what made Joline hurt was precisely the three magic weapons that fell into Dewey's hands. The machete was given by a mercenary captain who yearned for her beauty. The leather armor was given by the barons of the foolish north. This is all nothing.

But that demon-destroying bow and arrow.it's an ancestral legacy!

Joline thought quickly in her heart. Considering Dewey's age, Joline decides to pretend to be innocent. Yeah, so! A little embarrassed expression, plus a little scared and innocent look. These are all very attractive to young men. Who knows, not only can Dewey trick him into letting go, but he can make a little profit?

Joline has started her show. He closed his eyes, slightly opened his mouth, his long eyelashes trembled, like a frightened and pitying little rabbit. Even though 20-year-olds pretending to be little girls are a bit mismatched, a young man this small must not have much experience about women. Besides the followers and protectors he brought were also not many, it should not be the wardens of a prominent family. Probably just a rural rich guy with some ancestral title.

Joline was very confident in her expression. He believed Dewey's heart would soften after seeing his appearance, or perhaps show some pity. Arousing his passion was also a good choice.

“I beg you, don't..” Sensing Dewey's hand had touched his shoulder and traced back, Joline instantly pulled out a soft and weak ‘appa’. At the same time, his body moved small. He's very experienced. This kind of movement will further provoke a sense of possessiveness for inexperienced youth.

The hand escapes the leather armor buttons from behind, then opens the cow's tendon. Joline felt her body become light. The leather armor had left his body. Her beautiful curves are fully displayed.

Joline was very understanding of her own body charms, also good at flaunting them. So behind the leather armor, he was wearing only a thin chest protector. A round chest that is tight puffed up haughtily. He even quietly puffed out his chest, then slightly opened his eyes to peek at Dewey.

Dewey's two hands extended down Joline's ribs to remove the rope. Joline started to get nervous after the leather armor was removed completely. What will this boy do next? Hugged her? Overwhelmed him? Or land those hands on his chest?

Other than being nervous, Joline vaguely felt a little expecting. Hm, this kid is a little small, but not ugly.

Just as Joline's mind wandered, her heart suddenly thumped.

Seems.to be too calm.

Right, too quiet!

Dewey's hand movements were very steady and gentle, especially when he undressed his leather armor. He had absolutely no intention of taking a chance in narrowness. Every movement of his fingers was very clean. His breath did not even hunt when it occasionally swept away the sensitive parts of the female body.

Joline finally couldn't bear to not open her eyes. He discovered that this noble youth was standing before him, but what frustrated him was that his acting earlier was clearly futile. Because Dewey was observing his leather armor with great interest. He was so focused that his body was not glimpsed.

It's strange! Goddamnit! Does he not see my appearance now? Joline suddenly felt irritated.

He puffed his chest up and down behind his chest protector. The physiological reaction triggered by the emotion made the two small protrusions on his chest faintly visible.

Plus half of her exposed white chest and that hemisphere…. Is this kid not a man? Or is he blind?!

Joline cleared her throat trying to get Dewey's attention. But his anger seemed futile. The little nobleman still did not see it, instead carrying the leather armor away, looking for a chair to sit down and observe it calmly.

Joline kept on beating. The sound of silence is getting louder, until finally the throat hurts. He started to feel ridiculous. This little noble doesn't hurt, does he?

Even though he looks very small, he should have understood some ‘hal’ at his age, right?

Finally when Joline's throat almost broke….

“Does your throat hurt?” dewey asked very casually.

Dewey finally lifted his head and placed a gaze on Joline.

It was just that his gaze clearly looked amused.