"Holy crap! Dude, that thing in your hand looks exactly like one of those Always pads from TV commercials! Hey, old man, don't tell me you actually use this stuff too!?" Shawn Young stared at Grandmaster Draco, totally stunned. The thing Draco was holding looked just like a used feminine pad—white with a nasty yellow tinge, and the wind carried over a funky, fishy stink.
"Always pad? What the heck is that? Never heard of it!" Grandmaster Draco's wrinkled face turned beet red. He realized just how out of touch he was with modern life—he hadn't even heard of this 'Always' thing Shawn was talking about. Total embarrassment!
"Uh—dude, have you never watched TV? Those commercials are on like every channel, every freakin' day! It's for those special days of the month, you know—super gentle, super caring, takes care of you when you're feeling all... sensitive. Wait, old man, are you sure you're not secretly a woman?" Shawn Young grinned, poking fun at Grandmaster Draco.
"Kid, quit your nonsense! I'm a man! Got it? A MAN!" Grandmaster Draco was so pissed he almost coughed up blood, snapping at Shawn Young.
"Oh, good, you're a dude. I really don't wanna bully a lady, especially not an old granny. That'd be way too low, and I'm a pretty decent guy, you know!" Shawn Young's grin got even wider.
"Hmph! I've spent most of my life in the mountains mastering sorcery—who's got time for TV? All that 'Always' stuff you talk about is just a bunch of nonsense!" Grandmaster Draco glared at Shawn Young's cheeky smile, feeling mocked and seriously wanting to punch him in the face.
"Bwahahaha—" Shawn Young cracked up, winking at Grandmaster Draco. "Dude, Always is just a pad! And that's exactly what you're holding! Hahaha—"
"You little punk, messing with me! Go to hell!" Grandmaster Draco shrieked, tossing the weird thing into the air. He twisted his hands into a bizarre spell sign, muttering ancient incantations at lightning speed. His voice rose and fell, echoing like some ancient ritual.
That thing didn't hit the ground—it spun in the air like a frisbee, suddenly bursting into eerie, dark green flames. The fire grew, and a hellish wailing sound filled the air—"Woooo—wooo—wooo—" Then, with a heavy thud, it hit the ground and transformed into a freaky monster. Pale white with a yellow glow, not quite a cat, but as big as a wolf. Pointy ears, a snake-like triangular head, a stubby horn with gray spots, and wicked golden eyes. It had four long, yellow-furred legs with razor-sharp claws, a slick, hairless body covered in slime, and the wildest part—a tail that split into three barbed, writhing whips, each lined with glowing spikes. Totally terrifying—the Tri-Tailed Venomfiend had arrived.
"Rooaar—" The Tri-Tailed Venomfiend, powered up by Grandmaster Draco's spell, opened its jaws, flashing razor fangs and those fierce golden eyes. It let out a deep growl at Shawn Young, and a thick cloud of gray demon energy surged out, blanketing the sun and filling the area with pure, nightmare fuel.
As the beast roared, sticky white goo dripped from its mouth, stinking up the place like a public restroom that hasn't been cleaned in years! Shawn Young's face twisted in disgust, and he yelled, "Holy crap, you nasty old man! You summoned this gross thing with a used pad? That's just messed up! Seriously, where's your decency?"
Grandmaster Draco wasn't about to trade insults. He snorted and said, "Kid, I'm sacrificing you to my Tri-Tailed Venomfiend today! Time for you to go to hell and run your mouth there!"
"Uh—wait, what? That freaky thing is the Tri-Tailed Venomfiend?! No wonder it reeks! Damn, I've heard this thing is straight-up twisted. Where'd you dig it up, you crazy old man? This is bad news!" Shawn Young freaked out inside, his heart pounding.
He suddenly remembered the Codex of Ascension's notes about this monster—the Lustfiend is usually a chill spirit beast, no special aura, loves hanging with anyone. But it's got one pervy trait: it forces other creatures to mate with it, male or female, doesn't matter. Once you get hit by its weird aura, you lose all strength, get feverish, and go wild with lust—totally helpless against its advances!
The Tri-Tailed Venomfiend is actually the lovechild of the Lustfiend and a Venomtail Serpent. The serpent's loaded with deadly poison and a nasty stink, and it's fast and vicious as hell. Mix that with the Lustfiend's pervy nature, and you get this monster—deadly, freaky, and super horny!
Seeing Grandmaster Draco whip out this savage, pervy Tri-Tailed Venomfiend, Shawn Young's head was spinning! He knew if he couldn't beat it, he'd be toast—and not just dead, but probably violated first. Talk about a nightmare!
"Heh-heh-heh—kid, looks like my Tri-Tailed Venomfiend's really into you! It can't wait to play!" Grandmaster Draco snickered, voice dripping with sleazy glee.
"Rooaaar—wooo—" The Tri-Tailed Venomfiend blinked its golden eyes at Shawn Young, looking just like a horny tomcat. Then it lifted its back leg and showed off its 'gear'—a monster-sized, arm-thick appendage covered in dark, fleshy spikes, with a hook at the base as big as a fist!
"Holy hell, that's one giant massage stick! What a freakin' pervert beast! If that thing gets anywhere near you, you're dead meat!" Shawn Young saw the Tri-Tailed Venomfiend flaunt its 'equipment' and instantly thought of those super-sized toys from Japanese adult movies—except this was the XL, turbo edition! One poke from that monster, and you'd wish you were never born!