It’s Nice To Meet You

Suddenly dumped into a spatial gate, Jace tripped over the man who seemed really awkward. Easily catching herself she came back to kneel down in front of him. Lowering her head she waited for him to acknowledge her.

Humbling herself felt so good. Mentally she used all her discipline to school her emotions. Her pylon lust for power was both exercised and dominated at the same time. Rejoicing in achieving victory over herself Jace felt the pylon's indomitable emotions war within.

'The beetle queen was right, I am my own perfect slave!'

"Argh, what happened? I thought I died…"

The man groaned as he rubbed his head.

Sitting up he sighed and then looked at the woman kneeling with head bowed before him.

"Oh, right. It wasn't a dream…"

He mumbled something.

Still she waited perfectly humble and calm.

"Ummm, are you going to talk, get up, something?"

Jace cringed a bit at his disgusting attitude towards her. She was a pylon, the most feared and terrible existence in the universe.

But in the next moment she rejoiced inside. This was another opportunity to further enslave herself.

It took a few moments to completely defeat her humiliated pride.

"Yes, master, I will do anything for you. If you want me to talk I will talk, if you want me to serve you I will serve you."

In the end she won and said something that made her, a pylon, extremely fragile.

"What?! No, no! Don't cal me master. I am no one's master! And you can do whatever you want!!"

Unfortunately the man said some really dumb things.

Here she was the ultimate woman. The best he would ever get in his whole life and he treated her like she was disposable.

"Master, what should I call you?"

Instead of eviserating his face with a slap she bowed her head again and struggled inside.

At this moment she was already done. For all that she could love this man, it was just too much. The pylon inside her struggled to kill him. In this moment the part of being a pylon that broke all binds wanted to break the natural attraction that she felt for this man.

Love no longer served her if he did not return that love back to her.

Slowly she stood up. A geas of a god tried to hold her back. The bug God's power rose within her body. Flushing with heat and pure sexual lust the geas of the bug god made her mind think about how much pleasure she would have from becoming intimate with this man who ticked all her boxes.

Older he was probably in his forties, with a dad body, and a scruffy beard.

Oblivious to her vibe he shuddered a little and then said something that played on her heart strings.

"Oh, I am sorry. This is probably one of those light novel things with the transmigration… You are an NPC and this is probably part of your culture, right? I am sorry, I was rude. Please forgive me."

This time he bowed his head and waited for her to say something.

Shock gripped Jace's brain. She could not believe that he had apologized and asked for forgiveness. Apologies were alien to her, weakness was pounded out of her and everyone else that she interacted with on a daily basis.

And he is kind.

Her body trembled with those words. Pleasure soaked through her body and the geas of a god worked its powerful magic to commute her pylon's antipathy.

"It is okay."

Jace didn't know how to reply to such kindness. She wished that he could see and understand what was happening to her. She wanted and needed his touch.

But instead he relaxed and little and stood up himself.

Taking a few steps away from her, it was all Jace could do not to reach out and take him.

With the pylon's desire to be free quenched, she was easily able to slave herself to his clear desire to avoid her.

All his flags were telling her to back off. So she did.

Right at this moment he was staring off into space with his mouth open.

She nodded to herself thinking that he was probably familiarizing himself with his system. Yet he just stood there for more than ten minutes.

Impatient she said.

"Did you get your system?"

Trying to give him a clue that he was being rather rude she promoted him a little.

"Oh, right! I forgot about you… Wait did you say system? You know about the system? I thought NPC's didn't know about systems."

He said in shock back to her.

"I know about the system."

Trying to be humble she shrugged and looked down.

"Most people don't, but you could say that my family has particular knowledge of transmigrators."

"Phew, I thought I had done something wrong."

He was doing a lot of sighing.

Going on he said.

"Oh, right, my name is Anthony. You can call me Tony. So, are your family magic users or cultivators or something?"

Jace felt a disconnect.

'No, they are royalty!'

Was what she wanted to say, but as was happening again and again with him she had to school her discipline and answer more humbly.

"No, but something like that."

Nodding he replied back.

"Good, at least with you then I don't have to worry!"

He said and then went back to looking at his invisible system.

Again she wanted to rip him apart. Here she was aching for his touch and all he wanted to do was look at his system.

For all of her life she had hated the girls who dressed up and put on makeup. Not because she didn't understand why they did it.

No, it was because she couldn't have what they had. A simple life.

Within her order the pylon book of cultivation stressed the rejection of worldly beauty. She and her friends had made fun of women who were barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.

They had to reject that kind of life. You can't allow boys, love, and especially children get in the way. All those attachments prevent cultivators from reaching their goals.

But things were different now. She had to use her pylon training to enslave herself, it was true. But now that training was unconscious. Pylon's unconsciously lusted for power. That was what it meant to be a pylon.

Now she had to find something to do that was completely the opposite of what she had been.

"So, are you heading somewhere? You are going that way right? Towards that city? I am going that way…"

Jace wanted to face palm.it hadn't even been an hour and he was trying to get away from her already.

'How am I going to keep this obsessed male to work for me?'

Immediately she began to plot.