Chapter 19: Olivia Ortil
Alice feels a slight tightness in her chest as she realizes I am directing my attention towards Olivia instead of her. Subtle jealousy insinuates itself within her, mixed with a sense of indignation. "Olivia has always been my maid," she thinks with frustration. "Besides, I am the prettier one. This can't be happening..."
She clenches her fists, struggling to contain the wave of emotions flooding her, but she remains silent, though her discomfort is evident.
Meanwhile, I keep my gaze fixed on Olivia and ask a direct question. "Are you a virgin by any chance?"
The question catches Olivia by surprise, and a blush spreads across her face, contrasting with her dark skin. Even embarrassed, she answers with a trembling voice. "Yes! I... I am a virgin!"
Hearing Olivia's confirmation, I can't help but feel a sense of internal satisfaction. "Perfect," I think. "Besides being weak, she is also a virgin. She has potential for evolution. I hope everything goes well when I take her to meet Maria."
While I ponder my plans, Alice can no longer contain herself. With an impulsive movement, she grabs my arm, pressing it against her voluptuous breasts. She whispers in my ear with a seductive voice, "I am not a virgin, but I can do anything... I'm sure you'll fall in love..."
Her tone is filled with confidence and challenge, an attempt to regain my attention and assert her own importance before me.
Turning my face to look at Alice, I notice her fiery gaze exuding sexuality, but contrary to what she expected, I remain completely focused. There is no room for distractions when it comes to my goals.
"Alice," I call her with a firm and authoritative voice. "Take off your earrings and give them to me."
She takes a step back upon hearing my words, her eyebrows raising in surprise. "What? Why do you want my earrings?" she questions with a mix of distrust and curiosity.
Maintaining eye contact with her, I approach with determination. "That's none of your concern," I reply, my voice cold. "Just obey. Do you understand?"
I feel the weight of my gaze on her, so different from the lustful looks she is accustomed to receiving from other boys. My eyes exude determination, making it clear that there is no room for arguments.
Alice hesitates for a moment, her gaze dropping to the ground before she starts removing the earrings from her ears. With quick movements, she places them in my hand, yielding to my demand without further questioning.
After taking Alice's earrings, I approach Olivia and examine her earlobes, noticing they are similar to Alice's, as if both had worn the same type of accessory.
Olivia watches the earrings in my hands with a mix of surprise and restrained emotion. Her eyes are moist, but she maintains her composure, determined not to let her emotions fully show.
With precision, I place the earrings in both of Olivia's ears, my gesture conveying a silent promise. "Thank you," she murmurs, her voice thick with gratitude.
A gentle smile forms on my lips as I look at her. "I have chosen you," I declare with conviction. "From now on, you will be my assistant and lover. Do you understand?"
Before Olivia can respond, an indignant shout cuts through the air. It's Alice, her voice full of anger and frustration. "How can you choose her?" she exclaims, her indignation evident. "She is ugly and inferior to me, both in strength and beauty. This makes no sense!"
She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her words laden with accusation. "You're not looking for a girlfriend; you have other purposes..."
As Alice expresses her indignation, my thoughts turn to her. "Alice is a smart and clever girl," I reflect, observing her reactions with a mix of admiration and caution. "Able to deduce things quickly. This kind of critical thinking shouldn't belong to a girl her age."
Deciding to proceed with my plans, I raise my voice in another command. "Alice, take off your dress. I need it."
Upon hearing my words, she recoils, protesting. "No... Not my dress... Please..."
Without hesitation, I approach her as she backs away, and I firmly grab her black hair. "Alice, just obey, please," I say with a calm but determined voice. "I am not a cruel person without necessity, but when someone starts delaying my plans, I will not hesitate to use all means. Do you understand?"
She cannot resist the pressure, and tears start to roll down her cheeks. Observing this scene, a subtle smile forms on my lips. "What a sharp blade," I think to myself. "I'm sure any other young man on this airship would believe these crocodile tears and do anything to make her stop crying."
However, I am not like the others. My focus is clear, my goals are defined, and there is no room for sentimental distractions. I am determined to achieve what I desire, no matter the cost.
In the face of Alice's resistance, I notice a change in her eyes. The shy and fearful look gives way to a gleam of jealousy and fury, revealing her true face, without masks or disguises. Her eyes now stare at me like those of a snake ready to strike.
"Let me go!" she demands, her voice filled with hostility.
Without losing my composure, I release her hair and patiently wait as she removes her yellow dress.
When Alice reveals her slender and delicate body, a feeling of admiration envelops me. I raise my eyebrows, impressed by her beauty, and can't help but think, "Why do all the girls in this world have bodies that could shame any model from my past life?"
Breasts with pink tips, extremely seductive pussy lips, and a thin waist and long legs, everything a man needs to make 1 million babies.
As Alice tries to grab my attention with a provocative dance, I remain unperturbed, keeping my focus on my goal. Calmly, I pick up the yellow dress and walk over to Olivia, who observes everything in silence.
I hand the yellow dress to Olivia firmly, conveying a clear order. "Put this on! And throw away those rags you're wearing."
She doesn't hesitate, promptly obeying the command. In a few moments, she is fully dressed, ready to proceed.
Approaching her, I lift her in my arms effortlessly, treating her like a princess being carried by her knight. "If she truly knew what I plan to do with her, I'm sure she would fight for her life. After all, no one would want their body to be invaded by a ghost."
Without hesitation, I begin to leave the garden, ignoring the curious glances cast our way.
The murmurs and whispers that echo around us are insignificant in the face of the purpose that drives me. My focus is entirely on what is to come, and nothing and no one will be able to stop me.
Nicolas was standing in the distance; he shook his head, noticing that I had kept my word and chosen only one girl.
After leading Olivia to my room, I gently lay her down on the bed. Her voice echoes in the room as she expresses her hesitation. "Hey, big lion... I'm not ready for this yet."
The unexpected nickname brings a smile to my lips. "No problem," I respond, my tone calm and gentle. "After all, we don't know each other yet."
As she settles on the bed, rolling over and revealing her dark skin, my thoughts shift to my true plans. "Hahaha... What a foolish girl," I think, masking my true desires under a veneer of kindness. "Luckily, she doesn't know where I'll take her in the middle of the night. I'll probably have to tie her up so she doesn't escape and gag her so she doesn't scream."
Olivia, for her part, expresses her surprise at my apparent lack of sexual interest. "You know, I thought you were just a monkey who only thinks about sex like the other boys," she comments, revealing her mistaken perception. "But somehow you're different. If you don't want sex, what do you want?"
Maintaining my façade, I move closer and lie down beside her on the bed. "I want a companion," I reply sincerely, choosing my words carefully to conceal my true motives. "Someone I can talk to and who will be by my side in the toughest times. Someone to support and comfort me."
After I say this, Olivia climbs on top of me, her green eyes meeting my blue ones as her long red hair cascades gracefully down her back.
"My lion wants a companion?" she asks in a soft voice, almost like a plea.
I can't resist the urge to hold her by the waist, feeling her presence against my skin. "Yes," I reply, my voice husky and filled with sincerity. "Besides, tell me, where did you come from? When did you join this airship?"
Feeling my hands on her waist, Olivia hesitates for a moment but soon sighs, realizing I am not pushing beyond what she is willing. She closes her eyes for a moment before beginning to speak, her voice laden with contained emotion.
"I am the last descendant of the Ortil family," she begins, and a palpable weight settles in the air around us. "Before I boarded this airship, my parents' territory was at war. To save me, my father..." She pauses, taking a deep breath to hold back the tears threatening to fall. "...my father paid for my entry with our entire inheritance. He told me that if I ever became a witch, I was to come back and avenge them."
As Olivia spoke about her life, numerous thoughts arose in my mind. "Hahaha, an orphan... Even better, because no one will remember her if something happens. Besides, everything is going according to my plan and within a few hours, I will have a ghost lover."
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