Danny and Samuel stepped out of the car, each holding a tiny pinch of Himalayan rock salt between their fingers like it was the Holy Grail.
"We've got twenty minutes before the cover wears off," Samuel muttered.
Danny tapped his phone. "Setting an alarm for every five minutes. Just in case."
Samuel rolled his eyes. "You and your phone. Watch this."
He closed his eyes, focusing. "Hell Order, set countdown for every five minutes."
A mechanical voice echoed in their minds. "Order received. Reminder initiated."
Danny's jaw dropped. "Bro… we have Jarvis in our heads!"
Samuel smirked. "Hell yeah, we do."
Then, his grin turned wicked. "Hell Order… who is the most beautiful and sexiest Blissbinder in this entire den?"
"Please define 'beautiful and sexy' Blissbinder."
Samuel grinned like a devil. "The one with the biggest boobs… and the biggest hips."
Deep inside the mindlink, Maya made a face like she'd just swallowed holy water mixed with bleach. "See?! This is why I don't believe in them." The blue flame beside her flickered with judgment.
Suddenly, Samuel's phone buzzed.
He answered like a man with a master plan. "Hi, the delivery's here? Perfect. I'm at the car park."
He waved at a delivery guy standing nearby with a confused expression. The guy looked at the plaza, then back at Samuel, his eyebrows climbing.
Danny blinked. "What did you order?"
Samuel returned with a plastic bag full of long aluminum cans.
"It's our backup." He popped the bag open with pride. "Natural Himalayan Salt Energy Drink. We start sipping this in fifteen minutes."
Danny stared, impressed. "Wait—when did you even…?"
"Ordered it when she mentioned rock salt. Scheduled the delivery here. It masks our aura, tastes like energy, and doesn't look sus to Blissbinders."
Danny clapped. "Respect. That's MVP thinking, bro."
Samuel winked. "Always one step ahead."
He dusted his hands and cracked his knuckles. "Alright. Now… let's go meet my super sexy Blissbinder."
They strutted toward the den's entrance, nerves replaced by swagger. Music boomed from inside. The air was heavy with perfume and sin. They passed by clusters of girls—some flirting, some shouting offers, all painted in temptation.
It was like entering another world.
Danny looked around wide-eyed. "Dude… this is insane. Like, actual insane."
Samuel nodded slowly. "Yeah. Welcome to the underworld's... premium fish market."
As they climbed the stairs, the Hell Order HUD flickered in their minds. "Target location: Second Floor. Estimated power level: Class-E."
On their way up, Danny froze. He tugged Samuel's sleeve.
"Bro… I think that one over there's a demon."
Samuel looked. Sure enough, one of the girls had a faint, unnatural glow in the mental overlay. Crimson eyes barely hidden behind human glamour. Blissbinder.
Danny panicked. "What do we do?!"
Samuel stayed calm, casually adjusting his jacket. "Relax. We're covered. Just don't stare at her boobs like a creep."
"Too late," Danny muttered.
They continued on, taking in the scene, eyes flicking from demon markers to seductresses. It was overwhelming—sensory overload in every direction.
Then…
They reached the second floor.
And saw her.
Target locked. The Hell Order pinged: "Designation: Blissbinder. Match criteria: User-defined."
Samuel's confident grin evaporated.
Standing at the far end was a huge woman—massive in every direction. Her body was wide and towering, built like a walking wall. Even the illusion magic trying to glamor her form couldn't hide the sheer size of her chest and hips. It was like someone tried to stuff a sumo wrestler into a cocktail dress and added sparkle.
Samuel blinked. "What… the… HELL is that?"
The Hell Order responded promptly: "Demon matched based on user description: largest breasts and hips in the vicinity."
Samuel's soul left his body.
He blinked twice and then muttered telepathically to Danny, "Damn… this is Big Show's step sister from hell."
Danny was trying so hard not to laugh.
The Blissbinder noticed him staring and began waddling toward him with a sultry sway that looked like a tidal wave in slow motion.
"Hey sugar," she cooed, voice like gravel dipped in honey. "Wanna have a real sweet time?"
Samuel's entire body convulsed in horror. Goosebumps exploded up his neck.
"Nope!" he squeaked, turning on his heel and BOLTING back down the stairs.
"Abort mission! Abort mission! Danny, she's coming for my soul! And maybe my spine!"
Danny was dying. Actually wheezing. "I told you not to ask for the one with boobs and hips, man!"
Samuel skidded into the first floor, muttering curses. "Hell Order is way too literal, bro. This system's got no chill. Didn't the data say they were all supposed to be beautiful?!"
"10 seconds remaining from 15-minute masking interval."
Danny groaned. "We wasted the whole fifteen minutes just walking around and chasing your fetish Blissbinder. Didn't the data say they were all supposed to be beautiful demons?! May be she is beautiful for some people. You know, there is a saying… Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!"
Samuel, still red from trauma, shrugged. "Hey, now we know the terrain. That's recon. Strategic recon. Chill."
"Time for plan B, baby. Get salted again."
Back at the car, they each took another pinch of salt, feeling the Hell Order's aura compression settle around them like an invisible cloak.
Samuel cracked his neck and rubbed his hands together. "Alright. New strategy. This time, we go for the Blissbinder we spotted on the way up. That classy-looking one with the mole near her lip. She's got the vibe. Sexy, not scary."
Danny gave a slow nod. "Yeah, better than your Big Show stepsister."
He visibly shuddered.
Samuel smirked. "Here's the game. I walk up, lay down some smooth operator vibes—like a real heart-stealer. You hang nearby, act casual. I'll book the session, say you're just tagging along. Once I get her into the room, I'll telepathically signal you. You storm in, we double-team the banish. Then we take turns with the next one."
Danny nodded. "Smart. Tag-team exorcism. Demon Tinder meets Ghostbusters."
"Exactly," Samuel grinned. "Now watch the master."
They headed back upstairs, eyes scanning the second-floor seduction jungle. And then—they saw her.
Their new target.
She was leaning casually against a cracked marble pillar, crimson lipstick perfectly applied, curves wrapped in leather that defied structural physics. Her eyes locked onto Samuel with laser precision.
He stepped in like a man on a mission.
"Hey beautiful, looking like sin and salvation rolled into one."
She chuckled, voice like smooth wine. "You've got a silver tongue. What are you looking for tonight, sugar?"
Samuel gave a sheepish smirk. "Depends what's on the menu."
The demoness leaned closer. "RW100 gets you full service—top to bottom, full touch, full ride. One round, no rush. On a budget? RW60 gets you a quickie—pants stay on, just unzip the goods. No touching the upper half. Quick and clean. Which one's your vibe, sugar?"
Samuel blinked. "Damn… is this how you all operate?"
The demoness smirked. "You're new, aren't you?"
Just then she glanced over at Danny, who was awkwardly pretending to scroll on his phone nearby.
"Is he with you?" she asked.
"Uh... yeah, kinda," Samuel said.
"Well then," she purred, leaning in until her breath tickled Samuel's ear. Her hand slid up her chest, fingertips grazing the top curve of her barely-contained cleavage as she arched her back ever so slightly. "RW150," she whispered, voice dripping with sin. "I'll take both of you—together. Same time. Same bed. Double the pleasure."
Samuel froze.
Danny nearly dropped his drink. "Did she just say..."
"You mean... like... a threesome?" Samuel whispered.
She gave a slow nod, biting her lip seductively. "I'm very good at making two men happy at once."
Samuel took a step back and whispered telepathically to Danny, "Dude, let's improvise. Plan C."
They pretended to discuss.
"I'm good with the price," Samuel said aloud.
Danny muttered back, "I'm scared of how excited you look. Are we really doing this?"
Samuel nodded. "Showtime. We play along. We get in, and then... boom—Hell Order does the rest."
Danny nodded grimly. "Let's just make sure we're the ones doing the banishing… and not the other way."
As the demoness strutted ahead, she brushed past them with a sultry purr. "You boys look delicious. Just say yes—and I'll show you how heaven really feels."
Their souls briefly left their bodies.
Stay salty. Stay reckless. Hellsome to be continued