Reincarnated with the Mind Control Powers in Another World. Chapter 1146: Chapter-1147

"Get the fuck away from me!" Mira growled, her words resounding across the woods. She seized Anon's wrists, attempting to wrench them free from her, yet his hold remained utterly unshaken.

"How in the world is he so powerful? I'm a demonic dragon, and he's merely an ordinary demon." The thought raced through her mind, her heart pounding fiercely.

A subtle smirk tugged at Anon's lips. "Your father mentioned you were quite the troublesome one."

"So, he dispatched you to chase me down," she hissed, her gaze sharpening.

"No, Luv. Nobody dispatches me." Abruptly, he released her, his palms dropping away from her hips as though she'd no longer posed any danger. This effortless action only fueled her rage further.

"What?" She spun around to confront him, her breaths coming in heavy gasps. "Hold on... you're that same fellow from earlier, right?"

"I am," Anon answered, retrieving a cigar from his inventory. With a quick snap of his fingers, a tiny flame ignited—precise, restrained, assured. He ignited the end and inhaled deeply, his luminous eyes fixed on her amid the rising haze.

"If my father didn't send you, then how did you manage to stay alive? I witnessed you approaching him—no one endures an encounter with my father.

You're either aligned with him or you're gone, and since you're breathing... I figure you're with him." Mira's tone fluctuated between incredulity and caution.

Puff.

"I thrashed your father soundly," Anon remarked offhandedly. "Then struck a bargain with him to spare his worthless existence."

Her mouth fell open in astonishment. "That's a lie. My father is a demonic dragon—one of the mightiest among us. You couldn't lay a finger on him!

You're nothing but a morgan demon."

Anon cocked his head a bit, his playful smile lingering. "Then why couldn't you shake my hands off your waist earlier? Rely on your instincts and probe for your father's presence."

Her eyes grew wide. She extended her awareness... and went rigid.

Emptiness. No recognizable essence. No hint of her father's dominating force.

"He's telling the truth. I sense nothing from him... Did he actually—?"

"What was the bargain?" she pressed, her voice dropping to a more guarded level.

"That I wouldn't end his life," Anon explained, blowing out a smoke ring, "in return for you."

"What do you desire from me?" Mira inquired, her face etched with gravity.

Anon's stare pinned her in place, intense and unyielding—the sort that pierced through all facades. "I want to pound your pussy relentlessly and transform you into my personal Cum-Dump. You dragon folk are tough... ideal plaything for my cock."

His blunt delivery sent tension rippling through her frame. No veils, no courteous veneers—just pure craving, a bold declaration.

Mira attempted a derisive laugh, but her mouth felt parched. "You believe you can simply claim me that way?"

"I don't believe," Anon murmured softly, his smirk vanishing—usurped by a shadow of something more sinister. "I will."

Mira balled her hands into fists. A subtle surge of her aura ignited, a reddish glow shimmering under her flesh. Yet when she met his gaze—that firm, radiant purple hue delving into her very being—something within her faltered. Not terror. Something more profound.

"I refuse," she whispered, pushing the words through gritted teeth.

"I can. So, why not approach me now." Anon responded with a grin.

"No chance—" Before Mira could finish her words, her legs began advancing independently.

"W-What's going on with my body? What did you do to me?" Mira questioned, her eyes bulging in alarm.

"The instant you gazed into my glowing eyes... I cast a minor spell on you, and now your form obeys my command, Luv.

You can yap away while I take you, and feel free to praise my dick." Anon answered with a grin.

"N-No... I-I can't command my legs..." Mira uttered softly as she struggled desperately to halt, but her bare figure stepped right into Anon's grasp, her breasts flattening against his torso.

Anon gradually trailed his hand downward and clutched her plump ass-cheeks.

Squeeze

"N-No... Please, don't force me to shatter my oath. I-I'll do whatever else you demand." Mira pleaded, tears beginning to stream down her face.

Anon raised an eyebrow. "Hmm...? Oath?"

Her lips quivered, yet she dipped her head in affirmation.

She drew in a deep breath and began to recount...

"Ten years back, I cherished a demon called Freil from the Yubari tribe. He meant the world to me, and I was his entire universe.

But Krevin of the Black Convent family coveted me too, aiming to make me his concubine.

When Freil opposed him... Krevin slaughtered him savagely. Smashed his skull underfoot as I stood by, powerless." Her words trembled.

"My father took no action. He restrained me from avenging him due to his cursed alliances.

Thus, on that fateful day, I vowed an oath—a demon's soul-binding pact. No man shall mate with me until Krevin perishes. Should anyone attempt it... I'll perish alongside them."

Anon remained quiet for an extended pause. The cigar smoldered between his digits, a faint glow in the subdued illumination.

"Let's see... So, you clashed with your father because he insists on wedding you to the very demon who murdered your beloved?" Anon queried with a smile, expelling a plume of smoke from his lips.

"Y-Yes, but how did you—"

"So... If I take you, you'll die, but I have no interest in bedding a lifeless body. Therefore—" Anon commenced, but she cut in right away.

"You could wait... Perhaps in ten to fifteen years, I'll find an opening to slay him, and then you can have me—or claim my corpse right now." Mira shot back with a taunting smirk, eyeing Anon, certain he wouldn't touch her remains.

All at once, a devious smile spread across Anon's features... He inhaled with tremendous force, reducing the entire cigar to ashes, and expelled a massive cloud of smoke from his mouth.

PUFFFFFFFFFFF

"Luv... Do you know where to locate this Krevin fellow?" Anon inquired with a smile as he cracked his neck.

Crack-Crack

"Oh no, no, no... Don't even consider it. You might have tangled with my father, but crossing Krevin means challenging the Black Convent.

They're the most formidable lineage of demonic dragons... Battling them spells inevitable doom.

You're a formidable demon... Why squander your life on someone like me? I can introduce you to plenty of other dragons; you could mate with them and—" Before Mira could wrap up her thought, Anon cut her off.

"Lead me to him, and that's a command. If I declare I'm bedding you tonight... Then I'm bedding you tonight." Anon stated, fixing his gaze on Mira.

His grin broadened as he flicked the cigar stub away.