The Nymph Wants to be Plundered - Chapter 29
A winged nymph, a being whose very existence was intertwined with the life and soul of the Kingdom of Jupiter. Unlike most nymphs, who were born from forests, plants, or flowing waters, Nike was unique. While her kin had rapidly dwindled to near extinction, she had remained untouched, her survival tied to the prosperity of the elves—or more precisely, to the enduring existence of Jupiter itself. As long as the kingdom stood, Nike would live on, a carefree nymph with little fear of death.
Yet, Cassis had never been fond of Nike. True to her nymph nature, she was an insufferable chatterbox, her words flowing endlessly once she started. For a king who cherished quiet meditation after his official duties, her presence was nothing short of unbearable. The mere thought of her imminent arrival made him grimace.
Despite Cassis’s less-than-enthusiastic reaction, Lord Laocon continued his report with a foolishly cheerful expression. “This is a relief, isn’t it? The nymph you brought here, Evelyn, might find some comfort in meeting one of her own kind. It could help stabilize her.”
“Nike will be of no help to Evelyn’s survival.”
Cassis’s tone was firm, leaving no room for argument. Laocon faltered, clearly taken aback. He had rushed here, believing the news would bring great joy to the king, who had been so preoccupied of late.
“Your Majesty…”
“I’ve heard enough. Is there anything else? Let’s discuss it on the way out.”
“Yes, of course. Regarding the reservoir and the grasslands we recently developed, I’ve come to report on their current conditions…
As Cassis strode out of the chamber, his steps quick and purposeful, he silently hoped that Evelyn would remain undisturbed, resting peacefully in her slumber. His pace was brisk, almost as if he were fleeing from something—or someone. It was a stark contrast to how he had left the bedroom earlier.
Why was that?
He had never before restricted the access of the four elves who were permitted to move freely throughout the entirety of his grand hall. Yet now, an unease lingered in his chest, a faint but persistent disquiet he couldn’t quite name.
s Laocon mentioned Evelyn and his gaze flickered toward the bedroom door where she lay, a wave of disgust surged through him, bitter and unrelenting, as if he had bitten into something rancid. The urge to expel the man from his presence as quickly as possible burned within him, and though it irked him to no end, he knew there was no other choice but to let him leave. Yet, the rigid presence between his own legs remained stubbornly unyielding, a cruel reminder of his body’s betrayal.
With no other option, Cassis retreated to his study, where he spent the entire night awake, his mind restless and his body tense.
“Huu.”
He exhaled deeply, though it did little to ease the turmoil within. Truthfully, he had long since distanced himself from the mundane rhythms of ordinary life—sleeping every night, eating and drinking like any other mortal. A few days buried in work, without so much as a moment to lift his head, wouldn’t have mattered in the grand scheme of things. But this… this was different.
‘I’m going mad.’
It was as if the hardened length between his legs refused to relent, defiantly reminding him of its presence, as though it had no intention of settling until it had plunged deep into Evelyn’s body. The absurdity of the situation was not lost on him. How could he, the master of his own body, be so utterly at its mercy? It was as if some wretched fever had taken hold of him, leaving him no choice but to endure in silence.
He sat there, enduring the discomfort, until the weight of it became unbearable. Muttering under his breath, he finally gave voice to his frustration, the words slipping out in a low, almost imperceptible growl. The night stretched on, endless and oppressive, as Cassis wrestled with the storm raging within him—a storm that showed no signs of abating.
“…No.”
“Huh?”
Laocon, who had been working alongside him without a clue, tilted his head in confusion.
‘Maybe I should just hold another woman.’
Cassis considered the idea, a safer alternative surfacing in his mind. It seemed reasonable—better to cool his head and approach Evelyn with a clear mind rather than rushing at her in a frenzy of untamed desire. Though the thought didn’t sit well with him, it was the lesser of two evils. He let out a hollow laugh, but it quickly turned into a look of bewilderment.
What was this?
The rigid tension that had plagued him for hours since leaving Evelyn’s side suddenly collapsed the moment he entertained the thought of holding another woman. It was as if a flower stem had snapped under its own weight, perfectly timed.
Could this really be a coincidence?
‘…Hah.’
“Your Majesty, if there’s something troubling you, please share it with me. Even with my limited mind, I might be able to devise a solution.”
Laocon’s voice persisted, but Cassis ignored him, lost in his own thoughts.
Should he think of Evelyn again? He wondered if her legs, which had shifted restlessly under the sheets he’d draped over her, were still tangled as she slept. What if he approached her quietly while she was unaware…
