Chapter 10.

As we were walking down the hallway, I started.

“So, Lena, how did it go? Your task I mean.”

“Ah, I took care of it, the problem shouldn’t happen again for a while.”

Though even if I try to divert the topic, we’ll arrive at that place eventually.

“For a while?”

“It’s a periodic subjugation of the monsters that sometimes divert from their usual route and come in from the west of the sect.”

“So, a normal migration route for animals?”

Do animals here even migrate? I suppose they too have this ‘cultivation’ what-not right?

What a purposelessly vague answer. Why don’t you define animal-like stuff? Nah, I don’t feel like knowing.

Not interested right now.

“What’s a migration route?” Lena asks.

“It’s the route that animals periodically take, usually once a year to move to a more suitable place of living for them.”

“I don’t think it’s that. They do migrate but this time it happened earlier than it usually does.”

Just as she finished, we reach the room, or rather our rooms.

There’s 2 doors here but I have an odd feeling about it.

She opens one door and invites me to go inside first.

It’ll be rude for me to refuse her offer now.

As I walk inside I see the room isn’t decorated with much, it’s also quite large. I look around.

It continues with the ancient theme, I honestly don’t dislike it. One side of the room seems to have more stuff than others. The windows have patterns, there’s a makeup dresser against one wall, but it’s shorter than what I’d think of one normally, makes sense since they sit down on the ground rather than on chairs usually. There’s also a folding screen there and an almirah/ wardrobe.

The bed is in the middle of the room, and is quite big for just one person, it also has curtains, which make it look somewhat odd.

Yes, it probably used to be 2 different rooms, the wall separating them is broken down and a bed placed in the middle.

The half of it being empty now makes sense as it should be what was supposed to be my room.

I walk towards a chair and sit down, I feel that somehow this chair was placed in this room specifically for me.

Shut up.

I look towards the walls which have only one thing as decorations, calligraphy. Didn’t I see something like this a while ago?

Right, in the sect hall. I could kind of differentiate between the styles and I recall seeing this style there too, could it be…

“Hey, Lena, did you write these?”

She blushes a little and nods.

How would I have known that some of the calligraphy in the sect hall is done by her?

I let out a sigh. I can see where this is going and what she planned.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

She closes her eyes and leans onto me, puckering her lips.

This feels forced, why would I do that when I don’t actually love her?

I can’t bring myself to do that.

Not letting her blush any further in anticipation, I return her kiss. Our lips connect but there’s nothing more than that.

Just the appearance isn’t enough. Mother said that in this world there’s no girl good enough for me.

After a few seconds I push Lena away, and get up from the chair and start walking towards the door.

She stands there dumbfounded for a moment before realizing what’s happening and sprints to me and tackles me in a hug. I somehow prevent from being knocked over.

“Don’t go.” She says in a soft voice.

Because I’m also hearing this voice inside my head keeping my mind rational.

I pry away from her arms. Then turn around and hold her face with my hands and lean in while looking into her eyes.

I see expectation in her eyes, and her lips quivering as if in anticipation. She then closes her eyes.

Is that the only thing you noticed?!

I almost let out another sigh but refrain. Fine, I’ll go along with her wishes.

I kiss her. This time she acts even more proactive and opens her mouth, gently pushing her tongue out, about which I don’t do anything and let her take the lead.

Shut up.

As I feel her tongue reach through my teeth I become conflicted about exactly what I should be feeling right now.

Yeah, right.

Her taking the initiative makes her run out of breath faster and I see the reluctance on her face as she finally stops.

Here’s another chance for me to try and walk away again. But wait, could it be that me pushing away harder just attracts her more?

How did you arrive at that?

It’s not that I don’t like her. It’s just moving a bit too fast for me. And right now, I’d rather focus on going back to my world. But I’d feel worse about just leaving her like this, so fine. I’ll go along with it for now.

I quickly hold her in a princess carry and gently lay her down on the bed, with me sitting by bedside. She’s heavily blushing, leading me to jokingly put my hand on her head.

“Are you ill?”

“No…” Her reply comes in a barely audible whisper.

Shut up.

As I’m about to take my hand away she instead moves forward and licks my finger before putting it in her mouth.

I think doing exactly that would lead to her biting accidentally.

I let her suck on my finger all she wants before I’m able to gently break free from her grasp.

She’s breathing quite heavily now and it may be an illusion but I see a twinkle in her eye. She starts trying to take off her clothes but fails as the clothes keep slipping out of her grasp.

Come on now, do I have to be the one who undresses her too?

Yes, Ma’am.

I try to do so but fail because I don’t know much about how these clothes work.

A small wooden knife suddenly appears in my hand.

Nope.

I put the wooden knife away and while slowly figuring her dress out, start to remove the clothing piece by piece.

<*yawn* I’m getting bored already, do it faster.>

While you may be getting bored, she certainly isn’t. Her faint twitching each time our skin touches seems to tell me that she’s only getting more excited if anything.

Now after a little while as she’s fully, or mostly, unclothed, I take a look at her.

It’d be very concerning if she was boneless, and I’m pale white enough, more than this and it’d be a wonder if she had blood running through her veins or was a vampire, but I think that isn’t a problem right now.

She takes the initiative while also being visibly flustered, hugging me and following it with a kiss.

I gently turn her body to face away from mine, then from her back I hold her close as she continues with that kissing, while taking short breaks to breathe.

I slowly move my hands downwards.

Shut up.

As I find the place, my finger which was still covered with her saliva, easily slips in.

“Ahn!”

She grabs my other hand which was still near her breasts and then uses it to touch herself.

I slowly start to move my finger, gently at first and then very slowly speeding up.

What in… What exactly are you trying to do?

I’d rather you not do that.

That sounded very insincere.

After a little while she stops any movement of her own and instead just lets me do as I like.

I have no intention of doing that.

She’s too occupied to say any coherent words. Where did you even hear that?

As I continue gently indulging her, I notice something off. It’s almost as if she’s doing something different or off rhythm.

What?! I was certain I got the residue off my hands when I washed them before dinner. Did you do something…?

Great, with her now on her hands and knees and moving back and forth while moaning as if wanting for more, I feel drained of energy, mentally and physically.

She finally climaxes and then closes her eyes, before turning towards me and giving another kiss, this time a short one.

“I love you, Gray.” I hear her mumble as she lays down, possibly falling asleep.

I put the bedsheets on her so that she doesn’t feel cold.

I feel really tired, and my clothes being covered with fluids that I don’t want to know where they are from.

I’ll be thankful.

I look towards the window, through which the blue moonlight is coming in. I’m such a selfish person.

I too lay down on the bed and close my eyes, slowly falling asleep.