Chapter 597: [ Dawn’s Purpose ]
"Muxiao…?"
Allen stretched as he uttered Liu Muxiao’s name. His eyes were still closed but he could feel her warm body snuggled next to him. On both sides. Huh? Both sides? He stretched again as he opened his right eye. There, Allen saw a blurry figure. Muxiao had short red hair today. Which Allen’s still fuzzy brain found strange since she'd always had waist length black hair.
A dream—must be a dream… accepting the possible conclusion, Allen shut his eye and lay back down against the pillow.
Red hair? Eh, wait…!
"Aaaaaaahhhh."
A contented moan. It came from his left side. Allen’s mind was rattled by the unexpected moan that was certainly unlike the usual chirping of the birds. How can such birds have such sensual yet extremely familiar sounds…?
Turning his head, Allen slowly peeked through his left eye. The sun was flooding into the room from somewhere beyond the naked body that was nestled against him so, Allen again asked, "Muxiao?" before Allen realized that this Liu Muxiao had short red hair. What the fuck? Allen fell back against his pillow and tried to go back to sleep.
Allen liked this dream.
But it was too late, his brain was working too hard to process what his eyes had seen to go back to sleep. And then he remembered. Ahhh, just last night, after the usual, making love with Liu Muxiao… when they were sleeping—at the middle of the night someone came in. Drowsy, Allen opened his eyes and saw Celty creeping towards his bed.
She was hugging her pillow like a little kid wanting to sleep with her parents. It was a comical scene. And thus, Allen let her in with a wry smile—in which she happily scrambled and dove right in—Ahhh, I remembered. Allen smiled wryly.
He slowly opened his eyes again. And as expected, there beside him, was Celty in her strange blue-skinned form, wearing a translucent silver negligee that doesn’t seem to have been doing its proper job to hide things which it needed to hide…
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Allen’s eyes hungrily raked across the cute redhead to his left. Her puffy pink nipples that capped perfectly proportioned pyramids beckoned. Ah Celty, ah Celty—why are you dressed so defenseless, don’t you know a man’s situation in the morning…?
Shaking his head, Allen leaned over and trapped one of the beauties between his lips. Then moistly tongued it before sucking it hungrily into his mouth. A sigh behind his momentarily took his attention away from Celty. Allen glanced behind him. Liu Muxiao, still asleep, was stretching her lithe young body like a cat. Her breasts, bigger and rounder than the cones of the ones from Celty, invited him. Tempted, Allen bent over her as well. They tasted great.
Allen moved his fingers down across her shaven mound as memories of the night before continued to surface. He remembered how her hot little cave had squeezed him when he'd pushed inside of her. His member continued to grow. He slipped a finger down her slit. Allen could feel the sticky remnants of his last night's ejaculations as he explored her opening.
As he was savoring the feeling of her tightness, suddenly he felt a hand slide across his waist and slip between his legs. Fingers closed around his two golden eggs.
"Hey," Allen protested as he looked back over his shoulder at the redhead. Her eyes were open. A mischievous smirk, taunting and provoking,
"It's my turn, not hers," Celty insisted as she grabbed Allen’s shoulder and pulled him until he was lying on his back.
"No it's not," her black haired friend answered as she opened her eyes. “I think… we agreed a week…? The week’s not yet over…” Although her face was beet red due to shame and embarrassment from what Allen had done when she woke up. However, she has this right at this moment…
“… …” Liu Muxiao frowned. She was dissatisfied. But Celty ignored her as she climbed on top of Allen.
“But I’ve already endured for so long already—hearing you making sounds every night—do you think I can endure it any longer…?” Celty said quietly. Her expression showing remorse and sorrow. She looks so pitiful that Allen unconsciously circled his arms around her waist and hugged her.
“… …?!!” Allen leaned in and placed a soft sweet kiss on her lips. “I’m sorry…” Allen knows that she too was missing him as well as much as Liu Muxiao. And he had indeed quite neglected her and the others due to wanting to savor the time he and Liu Muxiao had. This was a mistake…! He never wanted to make others lonely because of him—especially his women…
With his hand on Celty’s face and his lips pressed to her, Celty melted into the kiss. Closing her eyes, she relished the tender love that passed through their warm kiss. Celty slowly slid her hand up his sexy bare chest and into his soft snow-like hair. Kissing him harder, she gripped his tresses and pressed his mouth closer to hers.
Looking at them, Liu Muxiao could only sigh and shrugged. Well, indeed, she had monopolized Allen enough, though not really but compared to the others, she can be said to be extremely fortunate already. I guess I’ll let you win this time… Liu Muxiao smiled faintly while watching Celty and Allen making out. It was embarrassing watching Allen and Celty making out. However, apart of it was jealousy, though a large part of it was the fact that she is also very, very aroused.
Truthfully, its kinda weird but she had already accepted their bizarre circumstances and besides, Celty and the others are her precious family and sisters—harmony and broad heart is needed for a girl to be great woman…
Besides, if she throws away her morals and strict opinions due to modern morality, it was a beautiful sight. Liu Muxiao felt her face turned hot as this thought appeared inside her head. She remembers thinking that a big hang-up for her would be watching another girl with her beloved. She thought that maybe she would get jealous or something. But as she watched Allen and Celty and Allen making out in front of her without care, she felt her stomach twitching in delight and excitement. She just wanted to watch so badly.
Was she turning into a strange girl…?
Parting her lips, Celty smoothly glided her tongue across his plump luscious bottom lip. His mouth opened as his tongue sensuously slid into her mouth matching the strokes of her eager tongue. A throaty moan escaped her mouth and Celty felt her craving body quickly responded to every sensation. Allen’s strong warm arms encircled her as he pulled her tightly to him.
Budump! Budump! Celty’s heart was racing and her body was aching for him to be closer. She wanted nothing more at this moment than to make love with him.
"Make love… to me." She whispered against his lips. His breath caught, but his kiss turned passionate and hungry. Celty was only wearing a thin silky black slip that she had had on under her dress and her black lace panties.
"I can't ... I'm finished," Allen protested. He and Liu Muxiao had been going at it the entire night as if wanting to compensate all the time they had lost, separated from each other and not feeling each other’s love—all while knowing that this short interlude of their love would once again have a continuation of long separation. They didn’t want it but such things were beyond their control—thus, they were pouring all their love towards each other.
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"He's not," But Celty answered Allen with a mischievous grin as she grabbed his member and then adjusted herself so that the round mushroom head was rubbing against her red curls. “The great Allen would never have enough…” she teased.
Allen smiled wryly and sighs. He then turned towards Liu Muxiao as if wanting to know her opinion about the matter but Liyu Muxiao only shrugs her shoulder while wearing a wry smile. Up to you, she muttered as she crawled towards them.
Allen grinned helplessly as he grabbed the gathered fabric of the slip that had already worked its way up her body with both hands, and Celty obediently raised her arms over her head. He lifted the thin fabric and in one swish of motion, her negligee was gone.
He laid Celty down and continued to kiss her, touching everywhere. It felt so wonderful—Celty’s skin was tingling, goosebumps rose where his fingers slid down her body. Her mind swam with intense passion.
"I love you Celty." He whispered as he broke the kiss and trailed soft bites down her neck. Sniff, sniff, he burrowed his face on her neck, smelling her familiar scent that was as a fragrance as lavender and sweet as honey.
"Mmm… I love you, too." Celty said breathlessly. Her hands caressed over his muscled body. Her fingernails lightly clawed his skin, not even leaving a mark, but a faint groan escaped Allen’s throat telling her it felt good to him. A smile grew on her lips. She loved knowing she had this effect on him.
“…now bad boy, heat the gas…” She smirked and then she started to ride him!
This silly girl—!
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The Throne Room.
It was quiet.
There was dead silence in the entire room!
Laura and Fiona trailed behind Allen as he entered the room, fashionably late.
There were many people kneeling here, to show their loyalty.
Nobody in this place moved a muscle, and it was so quiet that even the sound of their breathing could be heard. Apart from that, there was only the sound of Allen and the two women’s footsteps, as well as the scraping of Allen’s long black coat on the ground.
Although he was looking pretentious and exaggerated right now, Allen could only smile wryly as he recalled Alkrasha’s insistence on showing his prestige. As a ruler, one must never show an ounce of a pathetic display—one must show an aura of a King… is what she insisted. Though, he said that he was just wearing his usual crimson and silver V-neck T-shirt, black pants, and long black boots.
All of this was covered a by a long black coat he used in formal ceremonies, coupled with a wolf’s fur attached at the top of his shoulder—seemingly having a wolf lying on his shoulder alive, with its head and tail intact. It was fashionable but also quite exotic looking fashion sense.
Fortunately, Alkrasha didn’t stubbornly insist in him wearing a crown or else, Allen might cringe in embarrassment later.
While walking through the aisle, Allen glanced at the side; there he noticed Celty, and the others sitting on the couch near the Throne with a smile of amusement. Even Xue Ling who had a gentle disposition was giggling, quite amused in this strange but movie-like scene.
On the other side, Layla and Alkrasha were looking at him with a smile of contentment. There Rebellion, Qin, Mireya, Homunculus; Sheeya and an unexpected appearance of Feriat who seemed to have gotten bored living in the Grimoire and asked Allen to let her out a few days ago.
Looking at their line-up, Allen for some unknown reason had missed Baishe—however; he knew that it was impossible for her to be here. After all, due to her pregnancy, she went into Hibernation…currently deep in slumber.
Allen sat on the throne. Laura and Fiona stood indifferently behind Allen.
“Raise your heads.” With a sha! everyone raised their heads. Their coordination was so immaculate that Allen wondered if they had practiced that movement together.
“Then… first, I thank all of you for coming here.” he started.
“Master’s will is these disciples will…!!”
“There is no need for thanks. We are all Young Master’s loyal subordinates. To us, Young Master is our Lord.”
Si Mulan and Yang Qingyu, a member of the ten and the leader of the slaves respectively, both answered at the same time.
None of the people opposed their statement. Even Si Mulan, as Allen’s direct disciple, she should have been holding one of the highest positions within the Organization. However, right now, she didn’t dare raised her head and acted casually—this a formal ceremony and Allen right in front of her was not Allen, her master she knew anymore but a leader…!
Her casualness had already disappeared and instead was replaced by a submissive and solemn aura.
“…second, you all seemed to have improved quite well…” Allen muttered as he silently surveyed the throne room from where he was seated. “It rather made me quite pleased for your growth…”
Almost all of Dawn’s members were gathered below him. They looked quite incredible when he watched them from on high, like devoted retainers of a Great King. Now, Allen had a feeling as to why people wanted to become kings and seat on a throne, a chair above ordinary people. Loyal, devoted, worship—such feelings were quite conveyed well. Standing above the masses, it has this strange charm that seemed to be quite addicting.
“We are honored for your praise… Young Master!”
As if rehearsed beforehand, they answered together, giving a majestic feel.
As Allen looked again, there were several people who were not present. However, that could not be helped. After all, Xie Fang and the others didn’t enter the Trial Dungeon. Thus, aside from Si Mulan, kneeling in front of the Throne were Lan Ling ‘er, Yang Qingyu, and Yang Jiaoyao—they were considered as leaders of the slaves.
The tense atmosphere weighed down on everyone present.
“How are your training and cultivations…?”
“Reporting to the young master, it was going quite well. Though, several of us had died within the forest during our exploration…”
“I see… that’s a pity,” Allen sighs as he propped his left shoulder on the armrest of the Throne. Although he was feeling pity, his expression remained stoic and indifferent. “Was the monsters that strong…?”
“…that’s…” Yang Qingyu hesitated for a bit. “Most monsters are indeed quite strong. Other than that, there were many extremely difficult and dangerous ruins and labyrinths. Many comrades had fallen within the labyrinths found…”
Labyrinths… ah, if I’m not right, they are also dungeons within the Nine Mountains…
“…I see, Labyrinths and Dungeons… so that’s why you all leveled up so much in just a short time… anyway, I will be leaving for a while. All of you need to do your own training—there is a map of the entire Nine Mountains within your Terminals. There’s also some new information that might help and support you…”
“… …”
“I want all of you, when I returned, become even stronger than you currently are. Time won’t wait for us, so neither with you. If you don’t want to die, become as strong as soon as possible and show me that accepting you is not my mistake.” Allen’s aura exploded and the air in the hall trembled.
A strange pressure veiled the entire area, aside from Celty and the other’s area which was made an exception, among the slaves and servants; no one could bear the painful, crushing air. Even Si Mulan perspired in sweat as she endured the suffocating atmosphere.
A dreadful aura roiled out over the surroundings, and a halo of black radiance formed behind him. Si Mulan’s head was as low as it could go, and her face was frozen in fear. The other people stiffened up as well. Perhaps they thought that warning was directed at them as well. Their faces turned red. They inhaled deep breaths.
“…What I want are warriors, not some wimps and cowards.”
“…?!!”
“I’m going to tell you this now, all of you are going to a war… a war that might decide the future of this world…!”
“… …?”
Several of the people raised their heads and looked at Allen. They didn’t say anything. But, it was clear that they were feeling confused about Allen’s sudden declaration.
Allen smiled faintly, “You had proven your loyalty to me, more or less, I had decided to believe in you. So let me be honest… Dawn’s purpose is to counter enemies, like the Demon Race, that is threatening the world.”
“…?!!”
“Shocking isn’t it? This is neither delusion nor fallacy, this is the truth. Demons are now starting to reappear and I know full well the one leading them. I created this organization to help suppress them…”
“… …”
“Now then, I don’t want cowards in my ranks. In this war, there’s a very high chance of you dying. Thus, I’ll be lenient with this and give you one last chance. Consider it well, you can stand now and leave this place, forever. If you feared death, then go on…” Allen said with a soft tone, like a consoling brother, he continued; “Of course, since you are all once branded criminals, I might not take your life but I will take your cultivation as well as power. You can start a new life of a mortal somewhere out there, I wouldn’t care. So, what do you choose…? Stand up those who want to leave…”
“… …” Allen waited for a while.
Some seem to be hesitating but no one dared to stand up. As Allen was about to call off, suddenly, Yang Qingyu moved. Allen’s brow rose up. When Allen felt disappointed, instead of standing Yang Qingyu suddenly kneeled in the ground and prostrated.
Following her was her sister Yang Jiaoyao and the other three women and six men behind them, and finally all of the others, all did the same—they prostrated in front of Allen.
What are they doing…?
Allen was bewildered but nothing can be seen in his expression as he looks at them with indifferent and cold eyes.
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