For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 72
But curiosity burned hotter than her desire, keeping her grounded just enough to twist her hips in defiance. If she couldn’t stop his thrusts, she could at least shift the rhythm to regain a shred of control.
“Dark magic… Is that really a thing?”
“That’s what you want to ask?”
“Ahh—hngh!”
“A little bit of it remains in the literature, doesn’t it? Not that I’ve really looked into it.”
If three lines of text buried in every 5,000 books could be considered ‘a little,’ maybe that statement held water. But that thought was quickly driven from Eugenie’s mind.
Cassius suddenly pressed firmly against the most sensitive spot inside her.
The simultaneous explosion of pleasure between her legs and in her mouth sent her rational thoughts scattering like smoke.
“Ah—ahhh!”
Eugenie writhed, pressing the crown of her head against the sheets, her eyes wide open. With every thrust that brought their hips together, her cl–oris was mercilessly stimulated. Heat swirled inside her, filling her entirely, until coherent thought was impossible.
Cassius looked down at her flushed, trembling form with a bright, mischievous smile.
The way her inner walls clenched and trembled told him she was already reaching her limit. His own tension was rising too, his lower back tightening.
Steadying his grip on her hips, Cassius smiled and said,
“I’m sure you’ve got plenty more questions, Lady, but let’s leave the talking for now.”
“Hnnngh, ahhh…”
“Actions speak louder than words, don’t they? And they’re far more fun.”
Leaning in, he brushed a light kiss over Eugenie’s parted lips.
“Awaken quickly, my lady.”
* * *
At the time just before the shift change, when the last to fall asleep and the first to wake up were about to switch.
Hotel Mercedes still had a few rooms lit up, but as you descended further, even those were swallowed by darkness. Occasionally, a tree branch, crawling across the ground under the moonlight, would briefly reveal its silhouette.
The tree branch moved silently and smoothly, like a serpent. If there was no one outside the hotel, no one would have noticed its movement.
But when the moss-covered branch had left only one district between Hotel Mercedes and the area, a gunshot rang out, muffled to minimize the noise.
Bang. Bang!
The acrid smell of gunpowder spread, and soon after, the tree branch slithered back like a cautious animal.
The branch, already struck by the holy bullet, trembled like a snake poisoned by venom. It returned to its master’s grasp in the darkness, reported what it had sensed, and then died instantly.
Alokes, who had been gently patting his poor familiar, sighed softly. His silver hair shimmered like raindrops in the air as he exhaled.
“Ah… looks like an annoying one has come.”
It seemed there was someone using a weapon from the temple, an entity completely at odds with him.
He had thought that anyone capable of using ‘divine power’ had long since been eradicated, yet humans, as always, managed to survive stubbornly. Just like the Sabnac clan, whom he had believed to be entirely wiped out.
“What should I do?”
Despite the death of part of his familiar, Alokes leaned back against the tree branch casually.
He had been alive since the founding of Hermeland, never aging since his first contract with the Schroder family. He lived each day with the immortality he had dreamed of, but because of that, he no longer fussed over trivial matters.
He simply lived because he had to, sometimes moving at the command of the Schroder family’s contractors when needed…
‘Should I break everything now, even if it’s a bit excessive?’
The one using holy bullets and the other scouts around… Perhaps he could sacrifice a little more of his familiar, trample them down, and use the Sabnac survivor to replenish the magic.
But Alokes glanced up at the hotel building with its silver glow.
‘There’s another presence growing stronger now.’
Although still ridiculously weak compared to the wizards who once roamed this land… he could sense its strength growing rapidly.
‘Should I just devour it now and be done with it?’
Or should he wait a little longer for it to grow before properly devouring it?
It didn’t take long for him to make up his mind.
Once again, when you’ve lived for so long, waiting a little longer is just as easy as anything else.
