V3 Chapter 54

“I know, you would say that,”

Miyabila let out an amused laugh.

Rain’s praise and expression is already the best repayment for the hard work she’d done.

Making him happy, and making him use of her creation was the best satisfaction for a craftsman like her.

Rain chuckled, flipping the blade in his hands.

"Am I that easy to read? But indeed, the weight and form of the sword are absolutely to my liking. Thank you, Miya. You really are the best!” he said with a wide smile.

“Yes, you are…and I like you more because of that,” Miyabila said.

Suddenly, she moved and scooted beside him, leaning close to him, almost skin to skin. Because of the heat emanating from her, Rain’s attention was pulled from the sword to her.

Unlike that of a normal Lamian’s cool temperature, as she was half a Salamander, Miyabila possesses quite a hot body temperature. That’s also why she was able to live in this hot forge without any inconvenience.

Still, she’s too close. Rain turned at her. At this moment, like always whenever they are in the forge, Miyabila was barely clothed, with only a red robe that hugged her curved-in, serpentine waist and hips, and even accentuating her incredible assets. The hem of her robe ended just past the, would be middle of her thigh, if she was a human with beautiful legs. Though, it still gave Rain an excellent view of her long tail covered with incredibly beautiful scales that sways sexily as she moves.

Flashing, dark-red eyes were set in a face that was more than pretty for a mortal. She was exuding a mystical charm that was hard to describe. Although she was wearing only a simple, unadorned leather robe, she still radiated elegance.

In fact, just like most of the beautiful Lamians he had seen up until now, Miyabila also shared that kind of absolute beauty that could turn any clothing into a luxurious masterwork.

And like a tempted moth into flames, Rain found himself drawn to her, to her tempting elegance and beauty, to that wonderful body.

He knew that he couldn’t- shouldn’t. At least, not now. He was not that much of a frivolous man that can easily switch women—despite the culture shock and transformation he had gone through after living in this world, he still managed to retain a bit of his morality.

And yet, despite that, why is he still unable to extract himself, save himself from the temptation of all these Lamians?

Why can’t he be loyal and devoted to the woman he loved?

Why is he so prone to yield in their charm, in his rather, beastly-desire?

Why is his reason so weak compared to his lust?

Why is he so lustful compared to what he has thought of himself?

They were here alone. Who else would know? Look at her; it should be clear to you what she had wanted.

Such voices appearing in his mind, conquering, overwhelming.

Rain realized that he could reject her, at least, not until, he was able to steel himself. Though, he also knows that if he did, he would just be stuck here with her, feeling awkward.

Even though he knew he could do so, Rain still couldn’t help but lean in close as she looks at him with a faint, somewhat suggesting smile.

There was nothing wrong with this, a voice inside his mind said.

He was merely leaning against her because there is nothing wrong with leaning against her. Rain realized that now, he was close enough to smell her tempting aroma. It was an earthly scent that teased his nose and, in turn, his body.

Typical characteristics of a Lamian.

It’s as if they are exuding a pheromone filled with aphrodisiac. Though he knows about it, Rain did nothing to reject it.

Rain was lost in his thoughts, his mind affected by the power of temptation that is innately possessed by a Lamian.

Knowing this, Miyabila didn’t reveal this, however, as she continued looking at her with a gentle smile as if nothing was wrong.

“You turned silent. What are you thinking?” she asked. Her eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint.

“Um, nothing. I was just mesmerized by the sword, it’s an incredible thing,” he averted his eyes, somewhat wondering why he was still less resistance from their auras when he had already been with them for a long time. And that, his skills and resistances should have also gone by now. But it seems like; emotions also affected one’s resistance to something.

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The higher you feel into something, the lower your resistance would become…

Rain didn’t know if that how resistances work, but nevertheless that seems to be what is happening to him.

Bugger…

Miyabila grinned over his expression. And before Rain could react, however, she leaned forward.

Miyabila looked into his eyes as if she knew exactly what he was thinking and then she did something he had not expected, or at least, not yet it has crossed his mind she could be so direct. She kissed him.

Her kiss was hungry, passionate. He wondered if the long time separation like how Zarda felt, did that to her if it was his presence, accumulated hunger, or perhaps a combination of all. Still, he didn’t resist. No, he couldn't resist. He was now the moth that was bewitch by the open flames of temptation.

“Really…?” she said playfully, with a mischievous expression while pulling away. “Thank you for that compliment,”

“Ah, yes…I was indeed, thinking about the sword…really,” Rain muttered with an embarrassed expression.

“Okay, I believe you,” she giggled.

“However, enough with the sword for now. You can test and admire it as much as you want later.”

Rain’s smile stiffened. It would be a lie if he claimed he didn’t know what was going to happen or what’s she going to do. Among the Lamians, there are actually only three people who had a close, intimate relationship with him. Of course, it’s not Sarete. Although he loves Sarete, their relationship had always been pure.

Sarete not trying to force herself on him—perhaps because she understands that Rain’s views on multiple partners are still wavering and undetermined. Or the fact that the gentle Big Sister Lamian wanted to give him more time to think and accept his current status, hence, she’s still not trying to display her aggressiveness. But their relationship is still as pure as spring water.

Aside from Lafetti and Zarda, the third woman he had been with was none other than Miyabila—the latter being much more aggressive than expected.

They had slept for a few times, though less than the time he spent with Lafetti and Zarda since Miyabila seem to treat sex as a way to relieve stress.

Well, not like he had a problem with that. Rain sees his relationship with Miyabila, as something like a secret affair—the red-haired Lamian being a mistress since Miyabila didn’t actually make anything official. Miyabila not caring about it, while him, still somewhat hesitating to face reality.

Rain made a sigh, knowing at the back of his head that this would happen if ever Miyabila and he were left alone.

The few weeks of stress and worries she accumulated should not be any less inferior to the one Zarda had been feeling.

Good thing I took a bath first before coming here.

Rain made a wry smile, sitting down his seat as he continued watching her sensual body in front of him.

She raised her hands and began unbuttoning her red robe which only has three buttons, actually, in the chest area. She then let it fall open so that Rain had a clear view of her full, firm breasts; she knew he loved so much.

“You still have something you needed to do,” she continued to look him in the eyes as she brought her hands up, cupping them as if offering, and then pulling them forward to pinch her already hard, and taut nipples.

“Miya…”

Rain gulped, his eyes never leaving his breasts, despite his rebelling mind, as if trying to regain his reasons but was surely failing.

He saw the hunger and desire lighting her beautiful eyes, and the thrill of that insight lifted his chest sharply. Beneath his gaze, her nipples beaded tight and her hips shifted restlessly.

“You’re really unfair, Rain, you know that,” Miyabila chuckled with seductive gestures. Then, suddenly she reached a hand towards his groin. “After returning, you spent your time with Lafetti and Elder Sister in your house, not even seeing me once. What an impolite disciple you are.”

Rain gulped.

Her roaming fingers had quickly located his cock. Not hard to do as fast as he was swelling.

“More so, do you even know how much torture hearing all your cries and moans every day, going about it like wild rabbits, not minding about the others.”

She rubbed the heel of her palm up and down the length.

“Do you know how hard it is to endure? Especially now that the season of cold is coming much closer, and faster… you are making the people around you suffer selfishly, you know that…”

He hissed in a breath.

“That’s the first time I heard that. No one told me about that particular season…” he had an inkling. Just that, he tried to brush it off from his mind up until now. After all, could he really make love to all the Lamians living in the village?

Just imagining it, somewhat makes him ashamed.

“Well, you’ve been trying to avoid it. But you should have realized by now, that you cannot.”

She squeezed. Rain groaned. It felt so good. But he knew she was using sex to vent her accumulated worries just like Zarda. And at the same time satisfy her longings.

Rain felt somewhat embarrassed. Since, never in his wildest dreams before that he would have three beautiful women that would love him truly, much less, give him passionate love as often as three meals in a day.

Although some humans have incredible sexual appetites, but they would surely not do this as much, right? Was he mistaken, or was this world truly different? Or is this just a snake appetite-thing?

Turning this story into an Adult-rated novel…it was wrong. It was glorious. Worst, Rain wanted more.

“It’s almost the winter season in this regiom. It should be around the corner... more so, it's getting colder. At this time of the year, some would have started an expedition to find a mate to bring back. But as you can see, no one is doing that…not anymore. I doubt, they would even in the future.”

Miyabila’s long flaming red hair was thick, and hung halfway down her back, slightly swaying from the gentle breeze that occasionally sweeps through the forge. Her big bedroom, red-serpentine eyes were the subject of many a male fantasy and her body was nearly perfect, with full round breasts, a slender waist, and smooth, accentuated tail.

She leaned forward, her face only inches from his; “It’s because, they wanted you, Rain…you. Alone.”

At this point, sounds of heavy breathing can be heard; their shoulders and their thighs were rubbing against each other as they move. Their eyes fixed with each other, Miyabila smiling temptingly, while Rain was mesmerized. Especially as the air stirred between them, he got a full blast whiff of her scent.

It slammed into him, almost causing him to lose control, transform into a beast and ravage her right there and then, as his entire body went haywire.

“So you should steel yourself now—any day by now, some would start to show the symptoms. And they will seek Elder Sister… they will seek for you. You can’t actually still be indecisive, until the last moment. It will hurt them…you don’t want them hurt, do you?” after she said that, Miyabila gently grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him against her.