Perhaps he truly is a demon. If he wished, he could seduce anyone into losing themselves for him. Damien Gray like this is even more devilish than Quentin Hua, that infamous seducer!
Damien Gray stopped in front of Morgan Shangguan, lowered his gaze to her, and slowly reached out to touch her masked face. His thumb brushed over her soft, pink lips, caressing them with a dangerously intimate gesture.
Morgan Shangguan did not flinch, nor did her eyes betray any hint of panic. Her gaze rested calmly on his pale chest.
Damien Gray’s body stiffened, his eyes growing darker. He paused in his movements, just as he was about to lower his head and kiss those tempting lips. But Morgan Shangguan suddenly withdrew her hand, stood up, and stared at his chest, saying, “Amazing. You don’t look like a corpse at all!” Though she knew what it meant to be half-alive, she had never actually seen one before. Naturally, she was curious about the difference between the half-living, the truly living, and the truly dead. It seemed he was much closer to the living.
Damien Gray was momentarily stunned, a vein throbbing at his temple. He gritted his teeth and said, “Morgan Shangguan, can’t you see I’m trying to seduce you?”
Morgan Shangguan glanced at him indifferently and replied with calm composure, “I can see that. But just because you’re seducing me, does that mean I have to accept it?”
Damien Gray snorted coldly, his tone tinged with danger. “If you won’t accept my seduction, whose will you accept? That effeminate pretty boy?”
Morgan Shangguan looked at him, holding back for a moment before finally saying, “Actually, Quentin Hua isn’t that effeminate!” Though he was a bit too beautiful, acted a bit feminine, and loved to tease men a little too much...
Damien Gray was nearly driven mad by her words. He gritted his teeth and asked, “So you mean he’s better than me?”
Morgan Shangguan realized her words made little sense—what did Quentin Hua’s effeminacy have to do with her? Still, she couldn’t really blame herself. Damien Gray’s attempt at seduction was failing, and now, in his anger, he kept moving closer, his face nearly touching hers. No wonder her thoughts were in such a jumble.
Before she could sort out her thoughts, Damien Gray asked again, “Is his body as good as mine?” As he spoke, he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, clearly losing his composure.
Morgan Shangguan replied blankly, “I haven’t looked.” Her slender hand was held by Damien Gray, slowly moving across his chest.
Morgan Shangguan frowned, slowly regaining her composure, yet forgetting to withdraw her hand. As if something occurred to her, she glanced at his firm chest and the faint outline of eight perfect abs, then suddenly remarked, “You really dare to show off a body like this?”
Damien Gray froze, his chest rising and falling rapidly, a vein throbbing at his temple. His eyes glared at her pale neck, his grip tightening and loosening repeatedly—he truly wanted to squeeze it!
Finally, Damien Gray let out a cold snort, flung his sleeve, and stormed off. Clearly, he was truly furious—he even forgot this was his own room.
Seeing Damien Gray storm off in anger, a rare look of confusion appeared on Morgan Shangguan’s face. What just happened?
The moment Damien Gray opened the door, Maxwell Jing and Ethan Gu quickly straightened up, their eyes full of innocent 'I know nothing' expressions.
Damien Gray snorted coldly and ignored the two, marching away in a fury.
Maxwell Jing and Ethan Gu exchanged glances, then hurried after him. Maxwell Jing truly found it exhausting—he wanted to laugh, but he also wanted to keep his life!
Ethan Gu quickly handed the mask to Damien Gray; otherwise, in a few days, everyone would know that the sickly Ghost King and the terrifying Ghostmaster were one and the same. Although few in the martial world had seen Damien Gray, it wasn’t as if no one had.
Besides, some people aren’t purely martial world folk!
Morgan Shangguan stood in the room for a long while before she realized Damien Gray must have misunderstood. What she meant was that with a body like his, he hardly seemed sickly—when he arrested criminals, he even dared to show off!
Thinking of Damien Gray’s furious expression, Morgan Shangguan couldn’t help but laugh aloud. That sly fox actually tried to seduce her, only to be driven away by a misunderstanding—was this karma at work?
Maxwell Jing stifled his laughter, sneaking glances at Damien Gray. He coughed to hide his smile and tried to suggest in a normal voice, “Guildmaster, maybe you should use force instead!” The dignified Ghostmaster, resorting to seduction—and failing! He’d lost both dignity and face.
Damien Gray snorted, “Terrible idea!” Unless absolutely necessary, he would never force Morgan Shangguan. He knew all too well what kind of person she was—strong-arm tactics would only backfire. She seemed indifferent, but her pride would never allow herself to be controlled. If that day ever came, she’d rather fight to the bitter end, and he didn’t want things to end in mutual destruction.
Bang—
The door was kicked open. Quentin Hua, holding a beauty in his arms, looked up at the doorway and flashed a roguish smile. “Well, Ghostmaster, what an honor to have you visit…” He paused, noticing Damien Gray’s disheveled appearance. Quentin Hua pushed the beauty aside and excitedly ran over, blinking at Damien, “Ghostmaster, are you finally going to accept me?”
Damien Gray gave him a cold glare and said in a deep voice, “Quentin Hua, you’d better disappear from my sight—now!”
Quentin Hua raised his brows at him, “Are you serious?”
“When have I ever joked?”
Quentin Hua waved the beauty out of the room, then turned to Damien Gray. His usual flippant expression faded, and he said seriously, “Then, Damien Gray, let me tell you—I’m here on important business. I can’t leave now.”
Maxwell Jing, afraid the two might start fighting, quickly interjected, “Quentin, the Guildmaster doesn’t mind you, as long as you don’t provoke the Cloud Guildmaster.”
On hearing this, Quentin Hua narrowed his eyes at Damien Gray and suddenly asked, “Damien Gray, do you really like men? Then why not choose me? I’m not worse than the Cloud Guildmaster, am I?” As he spoke, he lifted his chin, the picture of confidence.
Maxwell Jing took a step back, clicking his tongue, “I knew it—someone with your androgynous looks would never like women!”