Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Ethan's POV

And it formed a silent tug that attacked my resolve and restraint.

I couldn't help but grin as a wicked edge formed on my expression and I pushed myself off the bed. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

My pants and underwear hit the floor in quick succession and I only paused to scoop up her discarded panties.

I brought them to my nose and inhaled them deeply with my nose as I felt her scent mingled with mine in a unique and intoxicating flavor.

With a growl of anticipation, I tossed them aside and followed her into the bathhouse.

The door creaked softly as I pushed it open and the warm fog inside curled around me like a lover's embrace.

Through the haze, I caught a glimpse of her golden hair in a fleeting flash before she disappeared into the depths of the hot pool.

Without hesitation, I dove in after her as the water closed over my head in a rush of heat.

We started playing a game of chase but the pool's confines made it impossible for her to evade me for long.

My hands finally found her waist and I pulled her close to my chest. Then, I continued swimming upward until we broke the surface.

The resting platform was my destination, and as we reached it our bodies came together as if was an instinct developed with a lot of practice.

Her arms looped around my neck and mine encircled her waist as I pulled her sinful body against me. Our lips met in a hungry kiss and her breasts pressed into my chest with their softness giving me a familiar comfort.

The heat of the water around us mirrored the fire building between us and I was ready to lose myself in her once more.

Just as I was about to go further, she stopped my hand and our lips parted. I looked at her with a frown marred on my face that displayed my confusion towards her.

But my expression turned into a serious one filled with concern soon when I glimpsed the sad and pained expression on her face.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears and before I could even form a question, she broke down and started sobbing uncontrollably.

My heart clenched at the sight and I was anxious to know what had happened to her suddenly.

I cupped her cheeks and my thumbs brushed away the tears that spilled over her cheeks as I asked her.

"Virelle, what's wrong? Why are you crying like this? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you anywhere? If so, I am sorry. I shouldn't have rushed so early."

I fired a string of questions as the genuine worry for her condition exuded from my words. She uncrossed her arms, stroked my cheeks at hearing my questions, and started crying even harder.

She just shook her head side by side and I understood she was telling me not to blame myself. Her silent denial eased a fraction of my guilt but the sight of her in such distress left me feeling helpless.

On the outside, I nodded and hugged her face close to my chest. I patted her head as I murmured soft reassurances and waited for her to calm down.

After a few minutes, her cries gradually subsided into quiet whimpers.

She clung to me with her arms crossed tight around my torso and I held her just as firmly and my hands moved in slow and soothing circles across her back.

When her breathing finally steadied, I leaned back slightly and tilted her chin up so our eyes could meet.

"Can you tell me now, Virelle?" I asked in a gentle but insistent voice.

"Whatever it is, whatever type of problem or sadness you are facing, you can trust me. Please share your burdens with me."

She hesitated as her gaze flickered with a mix of sadness and relief. Then, with a shaky breath, she began to speak her tale.

"I had a dream last night," she started as her voice trembled.

"In that dream, we were both students of the Abyssal Sanctum but due to unclear circumstances, we had been separated for a long time.

I missed you so much every day that I finally sent you a secret message and asked you to meet me at the abandoned west spire of the main compound of the Sanctum."

Her eyes grew distant as if she were once again reliving the dream.

"You came though a little late. Finally, after so long you were there before me. We kissed in the same position with the same passionate emotions, just like we did a moment ago. It felt so real, Brother Ethan."

She had a smile and a reminiscent expression on her face as she explained her dream. But I frowned internally as this thought crossed my mind.

Isn't her dream sounding too vivid and detailed? Most dreams fade when a person wakes up, leaving only vague fragments. And who even remembers their dreams to such an extent? Is there some mystery or magic behind it that I don't know?

I brainstormed internally when suddenly the memory of that Duskwither deep in the astral realm's dark boundary surfaced in my thoughts.

My eyes widened as a vague speculation formed in my mind but as I was about to seek clarity about it, it vanished as soon as it had appeared.

"But then…" Her voice broke and fresh tears welled up in her eyes but I urged her to continue.

"then what?"

She had a pained expression but hearing my question, she continued nevertheless.

"An assassin appeared. While we were kissing, they… they struck from behind. A bloody sickle suddenly pierced your heart and you died right in front of me, Brother Ethan.

And I couldn't do anything. I just…. watched."

She looked into my eyes with her eyes filled with tears and I could tell she was about to cry once more. I wore a worried expression though I had a small headache inside.