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 clutched Anon's wrists tightly, attempting to wrench them free, yet his hold remained utterly unshaken.

'How can he possess such strength? I'm a demonic dragon, while he's merely an ordinary demon.' Her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

A subtle smile 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 commands me." Abruptly, he released her, his hands dropping away from her waist as though she'd never 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?"

"That's me," Anon confirmed, 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 dispatch you, then how did you survive? I witnessed you approaching him—no one endures an encounter with my father.

You're either aligned with him or perished, 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 stated offhandedly. "Then struck a bargain with him to spare his worthless existence."

Her mouth fell open in shock. "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 smirk lingering. "Then explain why you failed to dislodge my hands from your waist earlier? Employ your senses and probe for your father's presence."

Her eyes expanded in surprise. She extended her awareness... and stiffened.

Emptiness. No recognizable aura. No hint of her father's dominating power.

'He's telling the truth. I sense nothing of him... Could he have 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 peeled back 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 evasion, no feigned courtesy—just pure, unfiltered craving, a declaration of purpose.

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—superseded by a shadow of menace. "I will."

Mira balled her hands into fists. A subtle surge of her aura emerged, a reddish glow shimmering under her skin. Yet when she met his eyes—that unwavering, radiant purple piercing her very essence—something within her faltered. Not terror. Something more profound.

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

"I can make it happen. Now, why don't you approach me." Anon responded with a grin.

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

"W-What's occurring 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 will, 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, straining desperately to halt, but her bare form stepped right into Anon's grasp, her breasts flattening against his torso.

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

Squeeze

"N-No... Please, don't force me to shatter my oath. I-I'll comply with anything else you demand." Mira pleaded, tears welling up as she wept.

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

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

She drew in a deep breath and began recounting...

"A decade 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 powerless, watching." Her words trembled with emotion.

"My father lifted not a finger. 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 any attempt it... I'll perish alongside them."

Anon remained quiet for an extended beat. 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 marrying you off 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 learn of—"

"So... If I bed you, you'll die, but I have no interest in coupling with a lifeless body. Therefore—" Anon commenced, only for her to cut in swiftly.

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

All at once, a devious grin spread across Anon's features... He inhaled with tremendous force, reducing the entire cigar to ashes, then 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, rolling his neck.

Crack-Crack

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

They're the most powerful demonic dragon lineage... Opposing 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 for mating, and—" Before Mira could conclude, Anon cut her off.

"Guide me to him—this is a command. If I declare I'll fuck you tonight... Then I'll fuck you tonight." Anon stated, fixing his gaze on Mira.

His smile broadened as he discarded the cigar's remnant aside.