MY FAMILY IN THE NOVEL?C95: Dinner
"Stop that!"
Meralda's scream echoed through the throne room as she unleashed a powerful wind blast at Elaniel, who was in the midst of kissing me. Our intimate moment abruptly ended as Elaniel was forcefully propelled into the walls of the throne room. The impact left a concave dent, and spider-web-like cracks sprawled across the surface.
Elaniel, though momentarily disoriented, glanced around with confusion at the unexpected blast. Shrugging off the incident, she effortlessly emerged from the wall, displaying no visible damage to her body aside from a light dusting from the impact.
"Meralda... calm down," I urged as she stammered, seemingly overwhelmed by my true face.
"B-but master, she—"
Meralda couldn't continue her words; her eyes widened, and her body shivered. Did my true face remind her of the time I fought her? Regardless, I approached her, reaching out to comfort her.
"Meralda, it's me" I assured her, grabbing her hand as she fell to the ground. As I got closer, my appearance shifted back to the familiar face of Adrian.
"O-oh," Meralda uttered in relief as I helped her back up, allowing her a moment to regain composure. Unexpectedly, Elaniel once again clung to me, casting a hostile glare at Meralda. I half-expected her to lash out, but it seemed her intentions were different.
Despite her previous actions, it appeared she genuinely wanted to be close to me.
While I initially considered ways to eliminate her, looking at her beautiful face and the affectionate gaze in her eyes, it seemed she genuinely liked me.
Her usefulness outweighed any potential threat she posed. I decided to take advantage of the situation, and besides, the gift she bestowed upon me was so significant that a mere kiss wouldn't suffice. I contemplated rewarding her with something more later.
….
"Did you find her?"
"No," Tristan responded with a heavy sigh.
"What about Adrian?" Alex inquired.
"Nothing, no sign of him either."
The two of them exchanged glances, concern etched on their faces. Alex and Tristan were currently in the commercial district, tirelessly searching for any clues that could lead them to their missing friends. It was in this district that they were last seen, and the gravity of what had transpired two days ago still weighed heavily on them.
A massive explosion had rocked Heiron Bank, one of the largest buildings in the district, causing widespread chaos and claiming numerous lives.
The casualties ranged from students and academy staff to random workers, and even knights and mages who perished in the aftermath. Yet, the most shocking revelation was the death of Schwi Heiron, the sole daughter of Duke Heiron. The once-thriving commercial district had been transformed into a scene of tragedy and loss.
To compound their distress, the situation took a darker turn with the involvement of two of their friends. Louise emerged as the prime suspect, her disappearance casting her into the spotlight as she was suspected to be on the run.
The aftermath of the incident revealed a conspicuous absence—no one had seen or heard from Louise since, adding a layer of mystery to her role in the chaos.
Adrian, on the other hand, appeared to be a witness to the unfolding events. While he wasn't persecuted like Louise, the abrupt vanishing act that followed Louise's disappearance raised suspicions.
The connection between the two friends, their sudden disappearance in tandem, hinted at a deeper involvement in the incident than initially assumed.
Tristan, lost in his thoughts and frustration over the disappearance of their friends, felt a sudden smack on his back.
SLAP!!
The resounding slap caught the attention of onlookers, and Tristan turned to see Alex, wearing a goofy expression, trying to cheer him up. Despite the surprise, Tristan understood that it was a well-intentioned gesture.
Alex encouraged Tristan to remain optimistic, assuring him that they would find their friends soon. Adrian, chiming in, questioned whether they had thoroughly searched all the locations where Louise and Adrian were last seen. Alex, concerned about Tristan's well-being, pointed out the toll the situation had taken on him.
"Cheer up, Tristan. I'm sure we'll find them soon," Alex reassured, but he couldn't ignore Tristan's deteriorating condition.
"Listen here, buddy. I know you're worried about them, but neglecting your health isn't going to help them in any way"
"Did you even sleep yesterday?" Alex asked, scrutinizing the evident dark circles and fatigue etched on Tristan's face.
"Yes."
"Don't lie."
"No."
Sighing, Alex regarded Tristan before decisively grabbing and pushing him in the opposite direction.
"What are you doing?" Tristan inquired, his tone tinged with annoyance.
"Making my dear friend sleep, for the goddess's sake! Man, you should see yourself. I'll go look for them for the time being; you go and catch your sleep."
"I can't. I have to find Louise," Tristan responded, his voice weary but determined.
"What about Adrian? Come on, man, just trust me and get some rest. We basically searched most of the school now, and who knows how much you explored during the nights?"
Sighing once again, Alex recognized the severity of Tristan's exhaustion.
While it was expected for him to worry about his friends, especially considering his feelings for Louise, the situation had spiraled out of control.
Alex understood that Tristan's emotions were getting the best of him, and he needed to take a step back for his own well-being.
"No, two more places… there are two more places we haven't searched yet," Tristan insisted.
Alex immediately recognized what he meant.
"You know we can't. Louise's room is currently being monitored, and even going near there is strictly forbidden, ordered by the principal herself. We might be top-ranked students, but as this incident involved a bunch of influential people, the moment we make a mistake, even we are not exempted from expulsion."
"That's only for Louise's room. There were no bans or anything for Adrian."
"That's--- I guess you're right. But I don't think that means anything, you know. There were even some students who saw the principal lurking in and out there, so that place must also be under investigation."
Ignoring Alex's words, Tristan emanated his aura and immediately rushed back to the dorms at fast speeds.
"AHHHH, this idiot!" Alex exclaimed as he chased after him.
It was usually him who made impulsive actions and decisions, but now, because his lovesick friend was worried for Louise, all of this happened.
Alex sighed once again, a mix of frustration, concern, and understanding filling his thoughts.
….
As we exited the throne room, Elaniel once again personally guided me through the castle halls. A part of me was tempted to try sitting on the throne, especially since Elaniel attempted to force me into it. However, I thought it would be more fitting for Mother to be the first to claim that seat.
While walking, I expressed my desire to meet Iselia, but Elaniel insisted that I should see her later. She mentioned preparing an exquisite dinner for me, and I wondered how demons cooked. Nevertheless, I accepted her proposal, curious about what awaited me.
Meralda, on my side, remained on edge after the earlier incident. It seemed that my true face still shocked her, but I continued to hold her hand as we proceeded to the dining room. It felt as though Meralda wanted to let go, but over time, she seemed to grow more at ease with the situation.
As we entered the dining room, my eyes were drawn to a large rectangular table. At its center stood a very luxurious chair, and beside it, a more ordinary-looking chair. On the table lay an array of steaming, hot, and delicious food, its aroma alone causing me to drool slightly. I shifted my gaze to the elf standing against the side wall of the room, clad in a chef's uniform. He offered a slight bow of his head as he noticed my attention.
'Isn't that guy Alma?' I thought, recognizing the elf in the chef uniform. It appeared that an elf general like him was deemed too useful to be killed outright. Unfortunately, it seemed that only a mid-ranking demon had managed to take hold of his body. Judging by the twirling of his horns, it was likely a gluttony-type demon.
'Well, at least the food somehow looks, smells, and, I'm pretty sure, tastes great.' I mused, appreciating the culinary skills of the possessed elf.
"It looks good, right, Father? I assure you; they taste as good as they look, hehe" said Elaniel with a mischievous smile.
Unable to resist her enthusiasm, Elaniel dragged me to take a seat, and she promptly claimed the one right beside mine. As I gazed at the perfectly cooked steak in front of me, my mouth watered involuntarily.
The moment I took my first bite, it felt like I was transported to culinary heaven.
The taste reminded me of the time when Dad hunted that Chaos dragon and cooked it for me; the texture and flavor of this meat mirrored that memorable experience.
I couldn't help but wonder what they did to this steak. As I savored each chew, a slight shiver ran down my spine at the thought that the meat I was consuming might be something more than it seemed.
"Don't worry, Father. They're all precious meats from magical boars and other delicious creatures found in the forest. I made sure to preserve most of them, expecting your arrival" Elaniel reassured me with a smile.
Her words acted as a green light for my hands and mouth, which moved almost independently as I eagerly devoured and relished every dish that adorned the table.
As I continued to enjoy the delightful feast, I glanced to my side and noticed that Elaniel wasn't partaking in the meal. Instead, she seemed fixated on me, her gaze focused, especially on my lips. The blush on her cheeks and the subtle smile on her face gave her an almost intoxicated appearance.
"Why aren't you eating?" I asked, feeling a bit uneasy under her intense stare.
"Can I, Father?" she inquired, her eyes widening with curiosity.
"Of course, you can," I responded, puzzled by her question. I thought it was only natural for her to join me. Eating alone felt somewhat odd, considering I had grown accustomed to sharing meals with my friends and even Meralda, who floated above the table, observing the food. However, Meralda couldn't partake in the feast, as being a spirit, she sustained herself with the planet's natural mana and my own mana.
"But the things I eat are slightly different from yours, Father," Elaniel murmured, a hint of hesitation in her voice.
"What's wrong with that? Eat whatever you want. Besides, I'm pretty sure you can eat almost anything, right?" I replied in a playful tone. I couldn't help but tease her, thinking that she could probably even chug a gallon of poison without it affecting her in any way.
"Anything I want, Father? You wouldn't mind?" Elaniel questioned, her eyes widening with surprise.
"Yes, besides, you deserve it," I assured her, reaching out to gently stroke her head. The sincerity in my words seemed to comfort her. !
I was taken aback as Elaniel suddenly slid under the table. Puzzled, I watched her with a furrowed brow, and just as confusion crossed my face, she flashed a seductive smile from beneath.
Without a word, she unzipped my pants, leaving me momentarily stunned. As I parted my legs in response, her mischievous gaze met mine.
"Don't tell me—"
I began, but my words were swallowed by a gasp as she skillfully took hold of my arousal. And she swallowed my cock whole.
My breath hitched, and I felt an unexpected surge of pleasure as she expertly worked her magic, coaxing a hardness that had eluded me just moments ago.
'Wtf, why was that so good?' I managed to stammer, my mind reeling from the sensations coursing through me.
Elaniel continued her sensual onslaught, making tantalizing twirls with her tongue at the tip before intensifying her actions. The unexpected pleasure mingled with the forbidden nature of the encounter, creating an intoxicating cocktail that left me breathless.
Pop!!!
A popping sound was heard.
"You said anything, right, Father? So you wouldn't mind me taking some of your mana, right?" she said as she continued to lick the side of my sword.
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MY FAMILY IN THE NOVEL?C96: Dinner 2 (R-18)
Pop!!!
A popping sound was heard.
"You, said anything, right, Father? So, you wouldn't mind me taking some of your mana, right?" Elaniel said as she continued to lick the side of my sword.
"Agh!"
With a sudden, guttural exclamation a moan escaped my lips as Elaniel skillfully enveloped me once again. Her actions were nothing short of expert, as if she held the prowess of a seductress, twirling her tongue with a mastery that seemed almost divine. Her crimson red eyes, fixed on mine, intensified the electrifying connection between us.
Unable to resist the allure of her enchanting gaze, I felt a surge of arousal coursing through me. The combination of her seductive expressions and the skillful movements of her tongue worked like a potent spell, making my already hardened arousal reach new dimensions.
"This girl," I thought, my mind racing with desire, "if you make a seductive face like that, I can't help but ravage it."
The intensity of the moment had a magnetic pull, and before Elaniel could fully comprehend the direction the encounter was taking, my hands acted on instinct.
I seized hold of her head, guiding her to swallow deeper, the boundaries of pleasure blurring in the heated exchange.
A momentary realization struck me as the intensity of the encounter threatened to push me over the edge.
"Shit, I almost came right there. I better be careful,"
"Gugh! Mph!"
She responded with a throaty, almost primal gagging sound, a brief interruption in the symphony of our heightened encounter.
Surprisingly, rather than pulling away, she embraced it, moving with an unabashed eagerness that conveyed an unspoken agreement. It was as if she had an intuitive understanding, a silent pact forged in the heat of the moment.
To my amazement, her initiative took over, and I relinquished control as she ardently devoured me.
"Wh-what are you two doing!" Merlalda practically screamed as her eyes widened in shock upon discovering us.
She instinctively covered her face with her hands, yet her curiosity betrayed her as her eyes peeked through her fingers, unable to tear her gaze away.
Amidst the tension, the sound of fervent slurping resonated, punctuating the awkwardness of the moment.
With a voice restrained by the pleasure coursing through, I managed to respond, "I'm feeding her," attempting to justify the unconventional scene playing out before Merlalda's eyes.
Merlalda could only stare at me with a mixture of disbelief and amusement, as if my explanation bordered on the absurd.
The air hung heavy with an awkward energy, and I could sense her internal struggle to make sense of the spectacle before her.
Ignoring Merlalda's incredulous gaze, Elaniel, undeterred, continued our intimate session. The charged atmosphere intensified, and I felt the telltale signs that I was on the brink of climax.
My hands, acting on a primal instinct, forcefully guided her movements, deepening the connection between us.
The room seemed to pulse with a forbidden energy, the sounds of pleasure mingling with Merlalda's gasps of surprise.
"Mppffhh!"
I rose from my seated position, a primal urgency guiding my movements. Instinctively, I began to sway my hips in rhythm with the intoxicating dance of pleasure that enveloped us.
Her mouth, a velvety sanctuary, welcomed my fervent advances, and the exquisite interplay of her tongue, throat, and the tightness that enveloped me heightened the intensity of our union.
With each thrust, the pleasure mounted, an electrifying symphony resonating through every fiber of my being. The slickness of her saliva added a sinful glide to the passionate ballet of our bodies, compelling me to move faster and faster, lost in the throes of ecstasy.
In a final, forceful surge, the dam of desire broke, and my essence spilled into the warmth of her mouth. The release was a visceral culmination, and my throbbing member quivered with the aftershocks of pleasure. Yet, even as I sought a moment of reprieve, Elaniel had different intentions.
Refusing to relinquish her hold, she grasped my lower half with an almost possessive fervor, ensuring not a single drop of our intimate exchange went to waste. Her actions were deliberate, a provocative display of desire that transcended the boundaries of the ordinary.
The room pulsated with a lingering tension, a charged silence settling in the aftermath of our erotic entanglement. As the echoes of pleasure lingered in the air, we remained ensnared in the intimate aftermath, where desire and surrender merged into an intoxicating dance of passion.
I gazed at her once again, and this time, her body twitched uncontrollably. She forcefully pushed my body away with pronounced coughs, her distress evident.
As she looked at me with tears in her eyes, a strange transformation occurred – her once crimson red eyes turned back to their original calm green eyes that was much much livelier. Despite the tears, a newfound annoyance marked her expression.
"How could you—" she began to stammer, but in a sudden twist, another twitch seized her, and her eyes reverted to their previous crimson hue.
"Sorry about that, father. I wanted to let my new friend taste you as well, hehe" she explained with an unsettling casualness, leaving me bewildered and questioning the nature of her actions.
Before I could seek clarification, a wooden bat, adorned with menacing thorns, swung into view and collided with my face.
The impact was sharp and immediate, a jolt of pain that sent a shockwave through my senses. It seemed Meralda, witnessing the unconventional scene, couldn't endure it any longer, and this unconventional punishment was her response.
Bam!!
The sound reverberated in the air as the wooden bat struck again, delivering a form of retribution for the perceived transgressions.
I sighed in acceptance
Despite the pain, a strange acceptance settled within me, recognizing that perhaps this small punishment was a deserved punishment for me.
….
Suddenly, in a deep, dark room, Charlotte opened her red eyes. Still in a groggy and pained state, she struggled to analyze her situation. The last thing she remembered was being swallowed by a black portal that had appeared behind her.
Despite the absence of demonic miasma affecting her body, she couldn't understand why her regeneration hadn't kicked in yet. The cuts and wounds on her body remained, and attempts to use her mana proved futile.
Even her racial ability to control blood, a fundamental power for a vampire, seemed inaccessible. She felt a sense of vulnerability and confusion in this unfamiliar environment.
She once again surveyed her surroundings and noticed that she was lying on a pristine, soft, white bed. Despite her open wounds, no blood stained the immaculate sheets.
Casting her eyes around the room, she felt a shiver run down her spine at the walls of darkness that resembled smoke. The only well-lit area was her bed and the one-meter radius around it.
However, Charlotte hesitated to explore or get out of bed. For the first time in her life as a vampire, she found herself gripped by an uncharacteristic fear of the dark.
The oppressive atmosphere in the room made her uneasy, and the boundaries between light and shadow seemed more foreboding than comforting.
Gradually, she discerned a sound emanating from the darkness—an echo of small, measured steps. The clicking noise intensified, signaling that whatever was emerging from the shadows was drawing nearer. In response, Charlotte clutched the bed blanket tightly, a rather undignified sight for a high-ranking vampire. Yet, in some inexplicable way, the thin layer of fabric provided her with a semblance of safety.
Abruptly, a rift in the darkness unveiled its contents, revealing a doll that began to advance toward her. Its emotionless eyes and the never-ending blank smile painted on its face transfixed her gaze. As the doll steadily approached, Charlotte felt a lump in her throat, and goosebumps prickled across her entire body. The unsettling encounter with this eerie, lifeless figure left her on edge.
She wasn't generally afraid of dolls; in fact, she cherished them. Over the course of her century-long existence as a vampire, she had taken pleasure in amassing a diverse collection of dolls from all corners of the continent. However, a nagging instinct within her blood signaled that whatever this particular animated doll was, it harbored a malevolence beyond her imagination.
Abruptly, the doll ceased its advance, fixating its gaze upon her from within the confined white space. In a surreal turn of events, it vanished only to reappear by her side.
Charlotte, paralyzed with fear, felt an overwhelming nausea, as though her entire existence recoiled from its own being.
Unexpectedly, the doll reached out and gently touched her hair, inducing an inexplicable calm within her. Slowly, she turned her gaze towards it, finding tears streaming down her face.
Despite her fear, she sensed that averting her eyes might trigger its anger, and so, she forced herself to meet its gaze.
"So, he brought another one, huh? From a corpse-like lady, and now a vampire—an actual undead. At this rate, that dumb brother of mine will become a god of the undead. Even though he knows that he can't do foolish things that might affect his evolution"
Charlotte couldn't comprehend the doll's words; they sounded like jumbled chaos that threatened to shatter her soul. Desperate to block out the unsettling noise, she covered her ears with her hands.
The doll, sensing her distress, touched her once more, and miraculously, all the pain that had tormented her vanished. Her vampiric powers surged back, and her wounds rapidly regenerated.
"Come with me."
As her body was enveloped in a dark smoke, an unexpected clarity settled in. Suddenly, she could understand the doll's words.
The doll gracefully rose from the bed, extending its hand towards her. Despite her lingering fear, Charlotte, feeling an odd compulsion, hesitantly took the doll's hand and followed along.
She closed her eyes as they approached the dark smoke, but when she dared to take a slight peek, they were in another bed—similar but slightly different from the one she had rested on.
"A corpse?" Charlotte asked, perplexed, as she noticed a bloody body lying on the bed. Strangely, there were no bloodstains on the sheets.
The doll gently dragged Charlotte closer to the corpse and spoke, "Turn her. You can do that, right?"
"Y-yes, but—" Charlotte began, intending to explain that she couldn't turn a dead person. However, as she looked at the body again, she realized it was somehow still alive and breathing.
Without any choice, Charlotte cut her palm and opened the corpse-like body's mouth, allowing it to drink her blood.
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MY FAMILY IN THE NOVEL?C97: Wrapped Princess
As Charlotte's blood dripped inside the corpse's mouth, the body wriggled before being encased in a blood-red cocoon.
"Three days, after that, whoever that was will be reborn as a vampire," explained Charlotte.
The doll simply nodded in response. Holding hands again, this time they walked towards the darkness once more and found themselves inside another room.
However, this time there was a small circular table in front with two chairs, and a board game was set up in the center.
"Chess?" Charlotte realized what it was as they got closer. The doll took her seat, placing a few books on top of her chair, and gestured for Charlotte to sit.
"Are we going to play?" asked Charlotte nervously.
"Yes... I'm bored" explained the doll.
Suddenly, as the doll and Charlotte were about to begin their game, a golden portal materialized out of nowhere near them. The doll initially warred with caution, sensing the divine essence emanating from the portal. However, upon closer inspection, she recognized the unique signature, identifying the visitor.
"Oh my? Nyarla, are you playing without inviting me again?"
Nyarla felt a twinge of annoyance at Loki's nonchalant entrance. Although they had only recently encountered each other in their true forms, she begrudgingly accepted his casual demeanor. Loki's importance to their overarching plans meant allowances needed to be made, even for his peculiar personality.
"Don't speak my true name, Loki; you'll kill the mortal," Nyarla warned with a stern expression, her eyes narrowing at the mischievous god.
"Oops, sorry," Loki responded nonchalantly, casting a sidelong glance at Charlotte. Her body bore the unmistakable marks of an intense ordeal, as if it had been subjected to a grinding force of immense power. Despite the severity of the situation, Loki wore a smirk, seemingly amused by the chaos he had caused. Fortunately, Charlotte's vampiric nature allowed her wounds to heal rapidly, but the encounter with a god had taken a toll on her soul, leaving her in an unconscious state.
Nyarla swiped her hands gracefully, and an inky darkness enveloped the unconscious Charlotte, concealing her from the prying eyes of the gods. Loki, ever the mischievous deity, responded to Nyarla's inquiry with a playful jest.
"Where did you take her?" Loki questioned
"Back to bed"
"Hmm? I was hoping the three of us could play together" Loki added, his voice laced with jest despite being fully aware that Charlotte was now in a state of induced slumber, courtesy of his divine interference. Loki swiftly claimed the vacant seat at the chessboard, ready for another celestial game.
"Let's play instead, and who knows, you might beat me this time" Loki suggested, his eyes glinting with mischief as he made the first move on the intricately carved board, setting the stage for their celestial duel.
Unperturbed by Loki's whimsical demeanor, Nyarla made her move on the chessboard, her focus on the celestial game not waning even in the presence of Loki's playful antics. As their pieces clashed in an otherworldly battle of strategy, Nyarla couldn't help but inquire about the progress of their overarching plan.
"Is the plan going well?" Nyarla questioned, her voice carrying a subtle undercurrent of concern and determination.
"Yes~"
Loki responded with a playful hum, his eyes glinting mischievously as he continued to sing while making his moves on the chessboard.
"Oh, and Fenrir wanted to join the fun as well."
Nyarla's expression remained unreadable, but a hint of satisfaction lingered in her eyes at the mention of Fenrir's involvement.
"That's even better" she remarked, acknowledging the added layer of complexity Fenrir would bring to their intricate cosmic scheme.
….
After the very enjoyable dinner, Meralda tried her best to block Elaniel from sticking close to me, but she couldn't do anything as Elaniel was way stronger than her. Right now, the three of us were walking around the castle on the way to Elaniel's room. She said she had something prepared for me.
I was curious about what it was, but Elaniel didn't tell me even when I asked her. She kept saying that it was a surprise.
As we approached the room, Elaniel's hands moved gracefully in a series of intricate gestures. Upon entering, a distinct banging sound echoed through the air. Outside, Meralda was attempting to enter, but an imperceptible barrier seemed to repel her efforts.
"Did you create this barrier?" I inquired of Elaniel.
"Yes, Father. It's to ensure she doesn't disrupt what I have prepared for you" Elaniel explained, her smile carrying a hint of mischief.
Elaniel gracefully shut the door, effectively leaving Meralda on the outside. As we proceeded further into the room, my attention was captivated not by the lavish bed but by the breathtaking sight of the alluring blonde elf lounging upon it.
In a moment, I recognized her – "Elowyn?" I whispered, caught off guard by the unexpected encounter.
Elowyn, draped in a seductive white lingerie ensemble that accentuated her elven allure, slowly raised her gaze to meet mine. Her enchanting mismatched eyes, one a captivating shade of green and the other a mesmerizing violet, mirrored a mix of surprise and vulnerability. Tears delicately traced down her face, resembling the allure of a carefully wrapped gift adorned with a crimson ribbon.
In the midst of the unfolding scene, Elaniel, with a hint of mischief in her expression, posed the question, "So, how do you like it, Father?" Her words held a teasing undertone, as if presenting an intriguing surprise that would unravel further.
In measured steps, Elaniel gracefully approached the bed where Elowyn lay, her expression a curious blend of fascination and amusement.
Despite Elowyn's muffled cries and attempts to convey a warning, a gag securely confined her words to incoherent sounds. It was apparent that she sought to communicate some urgency, her eyes wide with a plea that transcended the barriers of her restrained voice.
Elaniel, undeterred by Elowyn's attempts to signal distress, circled the bed with an air of calculated confidence, Elowyn's eyes followed Elaniel while also looking at me with an unspoken plea for understanding and intervention.
Elaniel's touch upon Elowyn's face sent a shiver through her, her restrained struggles emphasizing her vulnerability. With deliberate precision, Elaniel circled behind Elowyn, her hands descending to explore the contours of her ample breasts.
"Mph"
A soft, involuntary gasp escaped Elowyn's lips as Elaniel's touch ventured further, tracing a tantalizing path down her stomach and eventually reaching the most intimate parts of her being. Elowyn's closed legs were forcibly opened, laying bare her vulnerability, while Elaniel provocatively whispered in her ears.
"Come on, father" Elaniel coaxed, her voice a sultry invitation that hung in the charged air. "She's yours," she declared, her tongue sensually trailing along the shell of Elowyn's ear, amplifying the intensity of the moment.
Elowyn gazed at me with an innocent expression, her eyes pleading for understanding. However, the sudden emergence of a dark, swirling smoke from Elaniel's hand shifted the atmosphere in an unexpected direction.
The mysterious smoke enveloped Elowyn, and in an instant, her demeanor underwent a drastic transformation. The innocence in her eyes gave way to an intense, alluring look, filled with desire and a primal heat that seemed to radiate from within.
Her eyes, once pleading, now held an unmistakable allure, as if she were a seductress captivated by an irresistible force. Hearts practically shimmered in her gaze, a manifestation of the newfound lust that had taken hold of her.
The room crackled with a charged energy, and I found myself caught in the web of unforeseen consequences brought forth by Elaniel's dark manipulation, even I was getting slightly hot as I also smelled the black smoke that Elaniel spread in the air.
Uncertainty and a gulp marked my reaction, as I grappled with the realization that Elowyn's transformation was beyond her control, a puppet to Elaniel's dark enchantment. The atmosphere hung heavy with a mixture of tension and desire, leaving me unsure of how to navigate this unexpected turn of events.
….
"We really came here, huh? Fuck... Are you sure about this, Tristan?"
"Yes."
"And you even broke the barrier. Damn, we're here anyway. Might as well finish what we came for."
Tristan and Alex found themselves outside Adrian's room, a moment of hesitation hanging in the air. They had cautiously navigated through the eyes of students and faculty, ensuring their presence went unnoticed.
Now, faced with the barrier magic sealing Adrian's room, it became apparent that the space was under investigation. Despite the magical barrier, Tristan effortlessly sliced it open, allowing them access to the room. The decision to enter, however, lingered as a weighty choice between curiosity and potential consequences.
And just as Tristan raised his hand to knock on the door, they were taken aback when the door swung open with a subtle clicking sound.
Their eyes widened in surprise as they were greeted by the sight of a beautiful maid with flowing black hair and captivating golden eyes.
"Hmm? Aren't you two young master Adrian's friends? What brings you here?" The maid, Analise, began to question "I was pretty sure the principal put a barrier in place—" but her words trailed off as she noticed the broken barrier behind them.
Alex, trying to maintain a nonchalant demeanor, let out a nervous laugh.
"Hahaha, sorry about that, miss maid. We just came to visit Adrian and got a bit concerned when we saw the barrier. We didn't mean to cause any trouble"
"Oh, but if you're looking for the young master he isn't around right now"
"What do you mean? Where is he then?" asked Tristan in a somewhat frustrated voice.
As Analise tried to offer an explanation, a voice cut through the air, interrupting her delicate explanation.
"Analise, what's going on?" The familiar voice belonged to Aria, Adrian's little sister. The surprise on both Alex and Tristan's faces was evident as they hadn't anticipated her presence in the room.
"Tristan and Alex? What are you two doing here?" Aria questioned, her eyes narrowing with curiosity. Alex, still trying to maintain a lighthearted demeanor, responded with a bit of confusion. They were there looking for Adrian, but Aria's presence added another layer of complexity to the situation.
"We were looking for Adrian… What are you doing here?" Alex inquired. While it was natural for Adrian's servant, Analise, to be near his room, Aria's unexpected presence was a puzzle.
Despite being Adrian's sister, the fact that she had her own dorm room made her appearance in this particular room intriguing.
"The principal gave me permission to use this room as my brother is away at the moment," Aria explained.
"Where is Adrian? And have you seen Louise?" Tristan questioned, his voice reflecting the exhaustion of his desperate search.
"I can't tell you where Adrian is right now, due to private family matters, and as for Louise, no, I haven't seen her."
Tristan could only sigh, weariness evident in his demeanor. Despite all his efforts over the past few days to find out the whereabouts of Adrian and Louise, the visit to Adrian's room yielded no concrete answers. Aria's response left him with a sense of frustration, as it seemed his pursuit had hit a dead end.
Even though Aria mentioned Adrian's absence was due to family matters, Tristan couldn't shake the feeling that Adrian and Louise's sudden disappearance was somehow connected. The mystery surrounding their whereabouts lingered, casting a shadow over Tristan's efforts.
"Tristan, you should get some rest," Aria suggested, concern evident in her eyes as she looked at Tristan.
A faint smile played on Tristan's lips as he acknowledged her concern. The weariness from the relentless search for his friends was taking its toll, and he himself can't deny it now.
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