The Thrills of Sojourn part 3

In a blink of an eye, Eve has already spent a week in Helios castle.

She is either in town, enjoying snacks, or at the castle, observing Xaphael torture people. Sometimes she watches Judas and Morienne spar or feasts her eyes as Xaphael does some legitimate work or accompanies him in the dungeons to torment the inmates again.

The furball could only watch blindly, condemning that both psychos are really meant to be. Still, for the success of their mission, Halfsie rooted for the hero and its boss.

Recalling the lack of progress in corrupting the heavenly being, it crouched aside and started doubting life.

It had witnessed how the target turned green with envy and downed her frustrations with her harem, but, aside from looking displeased at its boss, she did nothing at all.

In the end, the progress has been stagnant at zero percent.

Zero.

Six months of taunting but still at zero percent.

Halfsie has doubted that maybe they are doomed to fall after all.

Since then, it has been grieving on its host, clamoring for answers but, she just smiled and ignored it.

Seemingly containing all the stress supposedly for its host, Halfsie's sprouted fur almost crumbled due to strain.

Hence, it's been quiet most of the time and only resurrected when it comes to intense, fragrant gossip.

One day, with Judas' reminder, Eve eventually recalled why she came to Saarthal in the first place.

Planning to leave, she opted to squeeze some interest from the villain first.

They said to promote romance, one must pay attention to details.

Therefore, she dragged Xaphael to the heart of the ancient forest to have a picnic.

The wildflowers are everywhere. The air is filled with the fragrance of flowers, and there is greenery as far as the eyes can see. Eve then considered the most crucial aspect- the snacks.

For the sake of getting some, she did not hesitate to sacrifice her treasured goodies. She hopes the villain will appreciate her move, allowing her to sample his bun.

She doesn't expect much- a mere touch will suffice, for too much might drive her out of control.

But who would have thought that Xaphael prepared the snacks for her?

Eve, seeing the various sundries lain before her eyes has forgotten her motive.

She concentrated on sampling every pastry.

" You're leaving tomorrow?" Xaphael buried his face in Eve's neck, savoring her delightful scent.

" Yeah. Hey, don't, it's itchy." Eve squirmed away from Xaphael. Can't they just sit in a usual way? To be honest, sitting on his lap is uncomfortable. Now, he even sniffs her and the like. She can't even eat in peace.

" When will you come back?" He spoke softly, hiding a hunger that brews within.

He isn't finished dealing with his uncle yet. Some of the traitorous rats have yet to be captured by him. In the end, he couldn't go with her.

Just thinking of sending her back to that place where a bastard waits for her is pestering him terribly.

" I don't know. Maybe next year?" Contemplating while gnawing on a piece of pastry, Eve mumbled.

After the next semester ends, it's already a new year so, she can only approximate.

" Okay, then stay with me tonight?" The sultry voice almost hooked her away.

" ...huh?" She tilted her head, wanting to meet his gaze.

Her move caused their cheeks to rub as their situation restrained further movement.

When she forces herself to look at Xaphael at a very close distance, her eyes hurt. Thus, she gave up midway and chose to scrutinize the cupcakes nearby, deciding what to eat.

Seeing her distracted, Xaphael grumpily tightened his arms around her, not letting her away.

He found a trick.

He can confuse Eve with goodies, allowing him to steal some fragrance.

Just like now,

However, she is too preoccupied that she can't even focus on his question.

" Why, don't you want to stay with me?" He nudged.

Eve could feel his warm breath against her neck, causing her to tremble.

Eve: umm... no?

Since that evening they arrived, she has not spent another night with him. Her reasoning is simple, she will be tempted, so she decided to flee every time. She almost wept, moved by her sincerity just to achieve the future gains beautifully.

She also finds it a little loathsome that El seemingly entangles with her. Doesn't he know she's trying to defend his honor until he becomes an adult?

Fortunately, after she rests in her chamber, she is free from such evil temptations.

How could she know that when nighttime falls, Judas hinders Xaphael from barging into her room?

Judas believed that Eve did not agree to his advances since she did not rest in Xaphael's chamber. Hence, he obstructs Xaphael every time.

Seeing her expression, he became irritated.

This ruthless girl has been escaping from him. Did she think he did not notice?

" Didn't you say you love me?"

Eve: Did I?

She contemplated, trying to recall when she ever uttered such words.

Not hearing an answer, he bit her neck.

Eve jolted from the unexpected attack.

" Yeah, I said I like you." Eve hurriedly declared. After all, how could she yearn to bed him if she doesn't like him? Especially his face and buns. To escape from unnecessary biting attacks, she could only admit.

For Xaphael, the word like is synonymous to love. Therefore, he didn't admonish her.

He is glad to hear her confession but isn't satisfied. After all, he discerned that she did not take any initiative to get intimate with him since arriving at the castle.

He pondered whether his previous performance was terrible, causing Eve to dislike intimacy.

He is annoyed, thinking it was the case. However, no matter how shameless he could be, he could not bring himself to ask about their first night.

He cursed how awful it was to have no recollection of those scenes.

Wanting to confirm something, Xaphael turned Eve to face him.

In a flash, Eve was turned from sitting on him to straddling him. The intimate posture coupled with the sensual atmosphere made it seem like they would do rated PG scenes.

" Eve." His husky voice tickled her ears.

Xaphael's sinful face, accentuated by his evil charm, fascinated her so hard that she could hardly speak.

" Eve." He called anew as he lightly stroked the corner of her eyes. He is delighted by her response.

Lost in his enigmatic eyes, Eve could only gaze at him. Luckily, his touch woke her up.

" Yes?" She stares at him, pondering what he wants to say since their posture is tempting her a lot.

You know, those rated 18 adult flicks are starting to unwind in her mind.

Moving his hand to the back of her head, while the other grasps her waist, Xaphael murmured as he curls his lips,

" Kiss me."

He gazed at her intently, not letting go of her reaction.

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She wanted to get off him but, she couldn't bear to.

Doesn't he know how arduous it is to resist the depravity in her bones clamoring to be freed?

Her pitiful self-control has been striving to respect his will, alright. But, what did he repay her efforts?

Blatant seduction.

Heh.

Contrary to Xaphael's expectations, Eve didn't blush nor get shy or the like.

Had it not for the darkening of those vibrant eyes, he won't be able to tell that she desires him too, genuinely wanting him. Maybe as much as he yearns for her.

He has to admit, he likes it.

That predatory appearance, craving to eat him.

[ Such a beautiful look.]

He chuckled in his heart, seeing such intense feedback from her.

That's right.

For the past six months, Xaphael realized one thing.

Countless nights he dreamt of her figure.

Her cunning eyes, smiling mischievously under the moonlight, saying she'll destroy anyone who betrays her. The nonchalant expression as she tramples someone under her foot.

The gentle expression as she offers a handful of fireflies, saying it will grant his wishes. Her person, surrounded by flying lights, like stars, as she greeted him. Her wayward side, as she accuses him of fetishes he obviously doesn't have.

Everything has rooted in his mind, not letting go even in waking moments.

That's when he realized he wanted Eve.

He wants her a lot.

Be it love, possessive desire, or obsession- all he knew was she should be with him.

Her sincere appearance, her gluttonous side, her equable nature, or the hidden attributes that identify her as a devilish person, he wants them all.

Everything about her, he fancies.

Therefore, he won't allow her to escape or hesitate about her feelings for him.

Since she provoked him, she must take responsibility.

The already ambiguous atmosphere became saturated with a suffocating breath.

At this time, Eve, who is awkwardly seated on Xaphael's crossed legs, adjusted her posture.

She straightened her back, gaining momentum, as she adjusted her knees.

The head taller Xaphael could only lift his head somewhat, following her movement, meeting her gaze head-on.

Grinning mischievously, he garnered his hands towards her slender waist, supporting her, all the while maintaining eye contact.

With bodies almost intertwined, Eve, who managed to be taller than him, stared at him condescendingly, like a queen to her humble minister.

Her insouciant aura is now replaced with a breath full of sensuality.

Running her index finger through Xaphael's face, she spoke in a solemn manner,

" Do not tempt me, Xaphael." Then, her thumb stroked his curled lips, full of desire as if at any second she would devour him.

Looking at the angelic girl who shed her mask off, Xaphael was animated. He could feel his blood boil.

His soul seemed to tremble in raging excitement as he witnessed her true self.

Unrestrained, dangerous, and unscrupulous to the core.

And right now, he senses it.

Different from her usual declaration of wanting him.

It's full of carnal desire.

And he... loves it.

Chuckling lowly, Xaphael slides one of his hands into the hem of her shirt and grasps her soft waist, relishing the smooth sensation on his fingertips. His other hand is settled behind Eve's head, enjoying the silken touch of her hair, unable to part.

He approached her side profile, bathing her cheek with his warm breath, and like a lover's whisper, slowly uttered,

" Then be tempted."

Eve's remaining self-control snapped.

Distancing herself a little bit, she cupped Xaphael's face with both hands. Parting her lips, she approached his with half-lidded eyes, locking their gazes.

Xaphael, with spirits set on fire, welcomed her, anticipating as he closed his eyes.

A soft touch, like a cream, full of delectable flavor.

When he was about to open his mouth to have a better taste and entangle their breaths, a call broke the atmosphere.

" I've found you." A lofty voice with a tinge of ridicule chimed.