VOL 2 Chapter 77: Control yourself.

In a forgotten corner of the planet Aranta, there lay a beautiful jungle island, where a crescent-shaped arc of fine, white sand stretched out, cradling the crystal-clear waters of a sea that mirrored the sky like a mirror. It was so clear that the bottom was dotted with colorful corals and fish swimming peacefully. When the sun dipped toward the horizon, the sky filled with shades of orange, pink, and purple, painting the water with brushstrokes that made the island seem as though it floated on a sea of flames.

On one side of the beach, beneath a large white umbrella, sat a handsome young man on a sleek, stylish white beach chair. He wore nothing but black knee-length swim trunks and sunglasses, though the most striking feature of the young man was undoubtedly his hair, which seemed adorned with stars and galaxies.

Beside the young man lay two wolf pups on the white sand, one pure white and the other deep black, casually chewing on small bones suited to their size, with silly expressions that made them look incredibly tender and adorable.

As the young man reclined on his beach chair, carefree, sipping a delicious cocktail that seemed made from clouds of different colors. A luxurious pale blue tent, located a short-distance away, swayed as if there was a lot of movement inside.

After a while, Erik felt a gaze from the tent and turned to look at it with a smile on his face. Only to find Sigrún peeking her head out through the fabric with a mischievous grin, making her look both adorable and sensual at the same time.

"Erik, pay close attention, don't look away, okay?" Sigrún spoke in a cheerful and playful tone, to which Erik responded with a smile.

"Alright, I'll watch carefully."

"Good, I trust you, hehe." Sigrún said with a laugh, before pulling her head back inside the tent and closing it, so nothing could be seen from outside.

Not long after, the entrance to the tent swung open, and out stepped Eleonora with an elegant yet seductive stride. Her wavy chestnut hair swayed in the beach breeze, while her fair skin almost glowed in the sunlight, and her golden eyes seemed to shine like precious metal.

Eleonora wore a bikini in ivory and gold tones, with intricate details that looked like threads of sunlight woven into the fabric. The top, designed like a bralette, delicately accentuated her ample bust, with a subtle lightning-shaped ornament in the center that seemed to capture the light around it. Meanwhile, the bottom consisted of a small thong with similar golden decorations, featuring two pairs of straps that hugged her narrow waist perfectly, with a central ornament matching the one on her top.

With a unique style full of elegance, Eleonora "strutted" across the sand, a confident smile on her face, feeling satisfied with her disciple's captivated gaze. But after she had walked a good distance, Sigrún emerged from the tent, showcasing her golden hair and eyes of the purest, deepest blue, reflecting the sky and sea in her gaze. She began to "strut" with ease and subtle movements that exuded sensuality.

Sigrún dazzled in a turquoise bikini with intricate golden thread details, complementing the clarity of her eyes and her beautiful hair. The top featured a deep V-neckline and thin straps, highlighting her ample chest, while the bottom had similar golden thread decorations, revealing her sculpted abdomen and long, slender legs.

Almost in a trance, Erik looked up and down at his masters, whose beauty could only be categorized as divine. They, genuinely delighted by how he looked at them, continued to strut in front of him with cheerful, mischievous smiles, moving and twirling across the beautiful beach, showcasing their sensual bodies and elegant mannerisms.

After strutting a bit more in front of their beloved disciple, Eleonora and Sigrún stopped and looked at Erik. He sat in his chair with his mouth open and his sunglasses off, having hastily removed them to better observe the spectacle before him. This made the beautiful women laugh joyfully, filling them with pride and happiness to the point where they high-fived victoriously before walking over to their dear disciple, who seemed to be slowly recovering from the impact.

With evident confidence, Eleonora and Sigrún lay down on either side of Erik, intimately pressing their delicate, soft bodies against him. But inevitably, their voluptuous attributes made it incredibly difficult for Erik, who could only muster all his strength to contain the growing desires rising within him.

Seeing her beloved disciple acting a bit shy, which was quite rare, Sigrún could not help but smile triumphantly. She then gave him a loving kiss on the cheek, pressing her body even closer to his, sinking one of her arms into her bust and intertwining one of her legs with his. This allowed her to feel his warmth more intimately. Then, in a sensual and playful tone, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her shyness, she asked.

"How did you like our bikinis…?"

"Very nice, though I must say they only look good because of the beautiful models wearing them." Erik, doing his best to keep his thoughts in check, quickly responded with a calm smile, but Eleonora wasn't about to let him off so easily.

Mimicking her sworn sister, Eleonora quickly captured Erik's other arm between her ample breasts, intertwining her legs with his, before whispering seductively in his ear, though her heart was racing inside. After all, in her long life, she had never worn such daring clothing, much less been so 'intimately' close to a man.

"You're such a sweetheart, you know that…?"

"I'm just telling the truth. If anyone else wore those bikinis, at best, they'd look average, but on you, they shine like divine creations."

Erik spoke with a serious tone and a charming smile on his face, using his experience to forcefully adjust his thoughts, which caused the blushes on Eleonora and Sigrún's cheeks to deepen visibly. They tightened their respective embraces before lovingly kissing Erik's cheeks.

"You look very handsome too…"

Visibly flushed, Eleonora commented with a smile on her face, trying to keep her embarrassment and the "heat" generated by such close contact with her beloved disciple's toned and muscular body under control.

"Yes, you look so good that I don't want you to take your shirt off in front of any other woman…"

Similarly blushing, Sigrún added, swallowing with desire written all over her face as she gazed at Erik's well-defined abs, doing her best to keep the desire filling her under control. She repeated a kind of "mantra" in her mind that she had been reciting for years to avoid doing anything she might regret later.

(Calm down, Sigrún! Everything in due time, everything in due time. It's just a couple more centuries, nothing major. After a thousand years of being single, waiting a couple more centuries is nothing. It's for his own good, you have to control yourself!!)

"Hahaha, thanks for the compliment." Erik said with a cheerful smile, having already managed to adjust his own "heat" by cheating with his mana. He then turned to look toward the tent and asked curiously.

"But all this time, where's Seraphina?"

As if answering Erik's question, a beautiful woman emerged from the tent, wearing a black swimsuit with a corset-like design that somehow evoked her usual Victorian maid outfit. It had intricate lace details along the front and sides, revealing her attractive flat abdomen.

The top, which featured a significant plunging neckline that maximized her large, luscious breasts, had puffed sleeves with ruffles and a prominent bow in the center. Meanwhile, the bottom was similarly decorated with lace, somewhat reminiscent of an apron, with a dark-colored panel hanging in the front and two small slits on the sides that hinted at the black thong she wore underneath.

With a slight smile on her face, Seraphina walked slowly toward the others, almost as if she were on an exclusive catwalk, swaying her hips seductively yet without losing the elegance that characterized her, creating an alluring and hypnotic contrast.

For his part, Erik looked at Seraphina in surprise, wearing what seemed more like a piece of fine lingerie than a swimsuit—a piece he had never seen before and that fit her beautiful, sensual figure perfectly, inevitably capturing his full attention as he studied his sensual maid.

Seeing Erik almost hypnotized by Seraphina's appearance, Sigrún and Eleonora pinched his cheeks gently, a little annoyed, which quickly snapped him out of it. He immediately commented in a calm tone, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

"That swimsuit looks great on you, Seraphina."

Seraphina, who could not help but glance triumphantly at Eleonora and Sigrún for her evident victory, quickly bowed respectfully, revealing a generous portion of her cleavage. Once again drawing her young master's eyes, she gave a sincere thanks for the flattering words.

"I appreciate your compliments, young master."

Truly happy, Seraphina didn't hold back on the rewards and quickly placed a tray filled with all kinds of exquisite-looking cookies on her young master's stomach, making the boy's eyes light up as he began eating joyfully. The wolves jumped from their spots on the sand and watched him with longing.

"Did you really like how Seraphina looked?" Sigrún pouted adorably, feeling a little annoyed at having lost, as she gently poked Erik's side with her index finger.

"Of course, almost as much as I loved how you looked." Perfectly calm, Erik replied with a soft smile on his face, which put a happy smile on Sigrún's face as she rested her head on his shoulder, delighted.

"So, was I the one you didn't like?"

Next to complain was Eleonora, who spoke while looking at Erik with an adorable expression that almost resembled a pout. She was genuinely sad because she had put a lot of effort into choosing her swimsuit and had mustered all her courage to wear it, and worse, to strut in it.

"How can you say something like that when you look so beautiful?"

For his part, Erik questioned while hugging Eleonora and Sigrún around the waist, not showing on his face the slight sadness that crept into his heart as he watched the pair of hungry beasts. Also known as Kaiser and Tiberius. Jump onto the chair and take advantage of his momentary incapacity to steal his cookies one by one in a "subtle" manner.

"Do I look beautiful?" Eleonora asked with a happy smile on her face, to which Erik responded without a second thought, full of conviction.

"Of course you do. You look beautiful, almost like a goddess of beauty incarnate."

"Fufufu." Eleonora couldn't help but laugh, filled with love and happiness, before hugging her beloved disciple tightly, burying her beautiful face against his body, much like Sigrún was doing.

Meanwhile, Erik couldn't help but sigh with a bit of resignation as he watched the vast majority of his cookies disappear into the "hands" of his "loyal" wolves. He was aware that although he had won the battle once again, this time he had ended up paying a high price. But at that moment, his professional personal maid came to the rescue, feeding him a special, delicious cookie directly into his mouth, transforming Erik's expression into one filled with happiness and gratitude.

(Seraphina is definitely the best…)

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