Chapter 17: Dylan – The Struggle Is Real
I hadn't stepped foot in the Underworld, but Dad's famous last words already burned through my skull and burst my brain into flames. High Warlocks? Do I have a rare ability written in books? Ancient Magic? Forbidden Magic? Curse Magic?
"Curse Magic sounds . . . cursed," I mumbled, shuddering at the thought of turning into an anti-villain in the future.
Given my race's nature, Dad might even be proud of me. Mom? She'd go ballistic. Would I care about her feelings if I turned evil?
Speaking of Mom, before I came to this world, she told me to open her gift after a long day. The black gift box was on the nightstand, but I didn't feel like today was the best time to open it.
I stared at the white ceiling and sighed loudly. I was already tucked in my comfy bed wearing my black pajamas, trying to fall asleep at ten in the evening, but my thoughts continued to haunt me.
"Lord Dylan, please, rest your mind." Cordelia gave me a glass of warm milk—the classic drink that helps you fall asleep. "Don't worry about yourself and the future. I am here to teach you and help you overcome anything! You will become the most powerful Primordial in the realm has ever known!"
Ah . . . that sounds even scarier. Strong people have countless enemies.
"Thank you, Cordelia," I said, smiling at her positive outlook on me. I sat up and turned to her. "Right now, you're like my biggest— fan."
My eyes were burning.
Cordelia wore a white nightgown with a deep V-cut neckline. I stared at her appealing cleavage, and then I snatched my drink from her hand and drank the warm milk. The lust demon in me was giving me perverted ideas.
Seriously. My lust was getting worse. Is this the effect of having sex for the first time? I suddenly remembered my Dad and his topic on Sex-perience Points.
'Sex keeps our sanity intact.'
'My lack of sexual energy drove me to hunt for sex.'
Lack of sexual energy? Does this mean . . . I'm still hungry for sex? I was staring at my warm milk when my perverted mind played a naked scene of Cordelia. Her mouth was overflowing with . . . fuck. Don't even go there, Dylan. Clean thoughts. Clean thoughts!
"I am happy to serve you all day and all night, Lord Dylan! I will stay up with you until you fall back to sleep!" Cordelia happily sat beside me and I . . . saw her breasts jiggling like a large serving of pudding.
I sputtered my drink.
She gasped in shock. "Lord Dylan! Are you okay?"
"I'm okay! I'm okay!" But I was coughing like a dying person. "It went down . . . the wrong pipe!"
"Why did you drink so fast, Lord Dylan?" She took the drinking glass off my hand and put it on my working desk. "Please, be careful next time." She pulled out a sheet of tissue from the tissue box. "Allow me to help you clean your . . ."
Cordelia bent down right in my face and my eyes wandered to her breasts which looked like they were about to spill out. She softly scolded me more, but I couldn't hear a thing. All I could hear was myself, rapping 'don't look at her boobs' in my head. I had a feeling she was seducing me on purpose.
As she wiped my bottom lip from left to right, her silver hair seductively fell down her shoulders like silk curtains. Her suggestive position and gesture tempted the playful tiger in me.
Grabbing her wrist, I yanked her to my lap and laid her on my arm. Cordelia was about to say something, but I leaned in close to her cute face. She blushed like a pink rose as I stared at her, smirking, without letting her wrist go.
"Are you seducing me right now? Your revealing nightgown is begging me to rip it off your body." My predatory gaze traced down to her blessed chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "You know, I'm having unholy thoughts . . . and they are effectively replacing my current worries. Is this the effect of having sex for the first time as a lust demon? If yes, then you are driving me crazy right now."
"I-I'm driving Lord Dylan crazy?" Cordelia was unable to look me straight in the eyes. She blushed in a deeper shade of red as she said, "I-It's a great honor to have you feel that way towards me." She mustered the courage to look at me. Doe-eyed like a fluffy Ragdoll cat. "And to answer Lord Dylan's first question . . . I am guilty of seducing you, b-but that is to help you forget your worries!"
She pouted so cutely that I was tempted to kiss her, but I held back. "The second question?"
"Once a lust demon experiences sex for the first time, it becomes like an addicting drug. It is how you know that a lust demon is properly acting its role. So . . . Lord Dylan is doing a great job. He's functioning well! Please, don't worry anymore."
Now that I got a closer look at Cordelia's face, she was actually . . . hot, but on the cute and sweet side. Small face. Squishy cheeks. Doe eyes. Button nose. Pouty lips. I want to . . .
"L-Lord Dylan?"
Fuck it. I kissed her lips.
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I was highly confident that I could survive through the night without touching her in my bed, but I failed to discipline myself at 3AM. She wore nothing under her nightgown, and that turned me on. Her 'Lord Dylan's' and alluring moans were just so cute and arousing that my hips could go on dancing forever.
I busied myself sucking her left breast while squeezing the other when we heard a loud bang downstairs, and then a woman screamed hysterically. Startled, I stopped pleasuring Cordelia and did a frozen push-up. We looked at each other in confusion.
" . . . eon! Open th . . . or right . . . ow! Be . . . I . . . Graah!"
We listened to the woman vocalizing like a demented hawk. I couldn't make out the words, but her loud voice sounded oddly familiar.
"That's not Rhea," I said, rolling off Cordelia. I slipped my pajamas back on and hopped off my bed. "I'm going downstairs. I'll be right back."
"Lord Dylan!" She grabbed my hand tight, and I looked back. She was fixing her nightgown as she said, "I know you only want to protect us, but allow me to deal with the intruder."
"I won't stay here and wait for you. What if you get hurt?"
"She won't be able to enter our house. I put up a protective barrier that lasts for twelve hours."
My chivalrous self wasn't going to let her deal with it alone, but compared to her, I was powerless. What will I do? Punch the intruder to hell?
I nodded and said, "Get dressed."
We stepped out of my room and met with Rhea in the dark hallway. Guess what? She wore nothing but pink laced lingerie under a very thin see-through short dress. I stared at her big knockers and hips in a hypnotized manner.
Damn . . . that hourglass figure. No wonder she was the star prostitute.
"Lord Dylan!" Cordelia pinched my cheek, and I winced back to reality. She scolded me in a sharp whisper, "Now is not the time to be controlled by your lust! Practice endurance!"
"Sorry!" I covered my eyes with both hands and turned the other way. "I'm not looking!"
Rhea giggled. "Oh, dear. I didn't expect that the cool Lord Dylan I know can be so cute."
"Don't tease me! In my defense, I am a late bloomer. This is harder than I thought. I'm still . . . hungry."
Subtly hungry. I was fully aware of my lust trying to control my brain into doing the naughty with Rhea, but I wasn't going to do it right now.
The intruder banged on the door multiple times. The three of us crouched down and we descended the stairs. Cordelia first, then me, and then Rhea. When we got closer to the first step, I could finally hear the woman screaming her head off in complete sentences.
"Open this door! My patience is growing thin! Who is that moaning woman in your room?"
I shuddered. That was creepy and embarrassing. Did she hear Cordelia all the way out there?
"Come out here and explain it to me, young man, before I break down this damned enchanted door with my super strength!"
"Huh? Is she talking about me?" I pointed at myself.
Cordelia and Rhea were looking at me like I was a criminal who got caught red-handed. The only difference was, I did nothing.
"Lord Dylan is the only young man in this household. . . ."
"Oh, dear. Did you flirt with a woman before meeting us?"
"No," I told Rhea, shaking my head. I definitely did not flirt with that vampire bank teller. "Should I answer the door?" I looked at Cordelia, unsure if I should offer myself as bait.
Cordelia looked hesitant, but she played it cool. "Nothing will happen to Lord Dylan if he opens the door. Only the residents of our household can safely go in and out of the house with no problem."
"So that means . . . I can go ahead?"
"Yes, but I will stay beside Lord Dylan with my magic ready."
I took a deep breath.
Having faith in Cordelia's defensive and offensive magic, I confidently walked up to the front door and opened it wide with one full swing. I was expecting a random lady whom I had unknowingly charmed out in the street or that five-tailed fox lady with weak ankles, but damn, I was wrong. Seeing that familiar maroon hair tied up in a high ponytail and mole under her left eye . . . my heart dropped. It dropped to the depths of the unknown and got eaten by a sea monster. No way?
"Ms. Yul?"
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RedZetroc18 04.18.23 — I know it took longer than expected, but I had a lot of good real life stuff happening right after the stressful ones. Had to contemplate about life. xD Wishing good days ahead for everyone! <3
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