Don't Provoke that Woman

154 Don't Provoke that Woman

Fear filled her eyes, a palpable emotion, yet she surrendered to my desire. Her long legs lifted to my shoulders, then folded back passed her own, opening herself completely as I entered her.

Her misty eyes widened as she felt the steely heat that stretched her to the fullest extent, still pressing deeper. Her pelvic bone resisted against my insistent pressure, slowing the relentless advance. Blood trickled from the powerful friction. A cry of pain, mingled with faint pleasure escaped her crimson lips.

Heat flooded my veins, a warmth that started deep in my belly and radiated outward. My breath hitched, caught in my throat, as she moved against me. Every nerve ending thrummed, hypersensitive, alive.

The illusion felt so real that the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred until unrecognizable. Yet the chilling cold radiating from deep within Aisha Patani sent my body temperature plummeting.

The world narrowed to a pinpoint. I no longer felt the demonic power surging from the external crystal, as thrilling sensations crashed over me like waves against a rocky shore, one after another, each one quieting the turmoil within.

My thrusts grew faster and faster, becoming almost violent. Though it pained her, she held on. Inside, I felt a tightening, a building pressure that was both exquisite and unbearable.

My intense emotions overwhelmed Moonfeather's fading consciousness. My body was like a bowstring drawn to its limit, growing tauter with each moment, yet refusing to snap. Deep, primal roars rumbled in my chest as waves of pure sensation coursed through me.

Finally, a mournful hoot followed by a desperate screech echoed in my ears as the snow owl gave up its fight.

Relieved and tranquil, I surrendered to the overpowering bliss. With a final, shuddering breath, I came undone. The release burst like a supernova in my core, sending waves of ecstasy through every muscle.

The panel flashed with messages as I collapsed into her arms.

[Year 5612, you have captured Moonfeather within your body. Your fully healed form pulses with energy, becoming an impregnable prison like the Tower of London.]

[As a Celestial Sage, you shine like a full moon in the night sky. You descend upon a mist-shrouded Jade Mountain. You perceive the depths of human hearts, discerning truth from deception. Yet even the grandest dreams must fade, like reflections of flowers and moon upon water—mere illusions in the end.]

[Crystal Realm - Nine Cycles Sanguine Resurrection (Master)]

[Remaining Absorbed Lifespan: 2,713 years]

The world suddenly fell silent, both outside and within me. I closed my eyes, a profound sense of relaxation washed over me. Though completely drained—both in body and spirit—this exhaustion felt different from battle fatigue. Instead, it was the sweet, languid feeling that lingers after passionate intimacy.

Bewilderment crept over me. Had this all been an illusion conjured by Moonfeather's magic, or had I truly had sex? The answer came immediately as I felt soft skin against my chin and heard her heart beating hard against her rib cage.

Startled, I pushed myself up to look at the woman beneath me. The white mist had long dissipated; I saw her clearly—not Aisha Patani, but Noa Atzmon. Her condition was terrible. She lay there trembling and bleeding, her face ashen, her breathing shallow. Holding her gently in my right arm, I channeled healing energy, the red glow, through my left hand until she calmed, her wounds fully mending.

As a mid-stage Wave Realmer, her body was comparatively delicate and vulnerable. The pain I inflicted upon her must be devastating. Yet, she bore it with unwavering acceptance.

Her expression showed neither distress nor regret. Instead, under my intense gaze, she blushed like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

She didn't wait for me to comfort her, rather, she pulled me toward her, cradling my head against her generous breast, patting me softly like a mother calming her child.

She had finally broken through the hard shell of this mysterious man, witnessing his agony, his fractured skin, and his endless bleeding. She cherished this chance to soothe him, to share his pain, to become part of his strength.

"Are you okay?" I asked gently, genuinely worried about her. Even though her body was healed, she must have gone through quite an emotional ordeal.

"Why? You think I'm some kind of delicate greenhouse flower?" Yeah, she was still that same Noa Atzmon I knew, with her usual coquettish air.

"Plus, I like it a bit rough," she added with a blush.

Then she couldn't help but ask, "Are you disappointed?"

"For what?" I was confused.

"That I wasn't Aisha Patani." She had heard me calling Aisha's name throughout our sex.

I was at a loss for words. Now that I possessed Moonfeather's magic powers, I understood more than anyone that the illusion revealed one's deepest desires. I had never thought that mine was Aisha Patani.

"Don't worry." Seeing my awkward silence, Noa deflected. "I won't cling to you. I'll likely marry Max Vierkant soon. My father will seize the opportunity to propose when the Admiral returns. If not him, then Kendall Washington. For some strange reason, after what happened in Canlis, he's become obsessed with me."

I wasn't entirely surprised. This privileged heir to a first-rate power had never faced such humiliation before—he might have developed an odd mixture of respect and even love toward the woman who had humbled him.

"So, is it exciting? To sleep with other people's wife?"

I rolled my eyes. Does this woman have any sense of boundaries or know when to stop teasing?

As if confirming my thought, she continued. "But I don't think I can stop cheating on them with you." she suddenly extended her hand holding the tip of my member. "You are so humongous. I wondered hard what kind of woman could hold you in."

Then she gently pulled me closer to her intimate area. "Let me feel it one more time." she said with a whispering voice, and a blush.

So she can still feel shy about something. I sighed inwardly. But I didn't resist. This time I was gentle and careful. And she was already slick, my earlier release still inside her.

She moaned as I slowly navigated into her, stretching her to the limit. As I was about to thrust, she held my balls and whispered, "Don't move—let's just stay like this."

Then she closed her eyes, nestled her head against my shoulder, and patted me again gently as one would a child.

Exhaustion swept over me as we drifted into a peaceful slumber together.

We were both so tired that we slept in this intimate position until the afternoon. She couldn't leave because her clothes were torn to pieces, and she didn't want to be seen leaving my house in my clothes—she was about to marry someone, after all.

Neither of us good at cooking, we decided to eat the fruits she placed in the bowl the day before yesterday. But of course, we ended up using the fruits for more than just eating. I was especially gentle this time, making amends for my roughness the night before.

At sunset, she was again spent, but she insisted on leaving to join her brother's new mission. Before she went, she came down and licked my hardness clean. Then she patted it affectionately and whispered with a sly smile, "Behave, don't go provoke that woman until you are stronger than her."

Watching her disappear into the dusk through my bedroom window, I felt a strange sense of loss. It was like the departure of someone deeply intimate and familiar. Though we had spent just one night together in reality, within the panel, our passionate connection had spanned thousands of years. Everything that happened in the simulation left an imprint in real life, as if it had truly occurred.

I pushed that thought aside. The snow owl's long, drawn-out hooting call lingered in my mind, overshadowing all else.

I sat cross-legged and closed my eyes.

The five vampire lords I had captured in my body were clearly devoid of consciousness, retaining only basic instinct. Even so, they remained completely subdued by Moonfeather, not daring to move.

I could even vaguely see the proud snow owl raising its head, showing off its majestic feather.

Without the slightest hesitation, I mobilized my absorbed lifespan once more.

[Year 490, you used the death essence to erase Moonfeather's consciousness.]

The hooting hadn't stopped yet when it turned into a wail and dissipated.

I stood up and carefully savored the changes in my body.

With Moonfeather's capture, my physical body had officially entered the harmonizing stage. At last, I could breathe more freely.

After mastering this new and powerful force, I finally examined the prompt on the panel. Though it seemed to describe Moonfeather's illusion ability, the mention of "you perceive the depths of human hearts, discerning truth from deception" left me wondering.

Could I truly possess such insight?

With over two thousand years of absorbed lifespan remaining, I faced a choice: I could either condense a Mind Shard to deduce the Will Embodiment of Sword further, or save it for a crystallization technique.

After a moment's hesitation, I chose the latter option. If I traveled to the capital, opportunities to slay vampires would likely be scarce.

… …

The autumn days grew short, and it was only 6 PM, it was already dark outside. I had no desire to sleep and no vampire to slay. For the first time since joining H.A.R.M., I found myself with absolutely nothing to do.

During my downtime in Pinewood County, I had company—Butcher Garcia and Wade Rivers at the station, and Rose Hightower at home.

A sudden craving hit me—I longed for Rose's home-cooked meals: her succulent roasted lamb, hearty beef stew rich with vegetables, and soul-warming chicken soup.

Where is Rose now—still in Surrey, or has she returned to Seattle?

Subconsciously, I took out the silver bell, hesitating whether to connect with Rose. After the intimate time spent with Noa Atzmon, somehow it felt inappropriate.

I activated the silver bell—since leaving Surrey, I had made a habit of muting its broadcasts to avoid gossip—and it vibrated continuously.

Most hunters were discussing their spoils and potential reward exchanges. However, one crucial detail emerged: Granny Chloe would remain at H.A.R.M. for just three days to compile the Vampire Hunters' achievements before submitting them to the capital.