Chapter 2573: Crazy Love/ Lust?
Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Central Region, Central Academic City, Morningstar University District, Brothwork Manor
"Weâre late," Jill complained as we rode my gold nano-morpher hover bike to Brolockâs dinner partyâthe one he was hosting to celebrate the success of the pleasure-card venture heâd invested in. For once, I was actually dressed for the occasion, wearing the fancy suit Jill had picked out to match her dress.
"I thought you didnât even want to go," I said, genuinely confused. After all, the only reason we were attending was so I planned to use the event as a stage to launch my fairy slime cards that were far superior and cheaper than their joke of pleasure cards.
I had Henricks make a run to Sky Blossom City to fetch enough Fairy Slime Cards for me to give away during the party. After all, the one thing I could always count on the rich second-generation kids for was being the most depraved people in the world.
"I didnât," Jill replied, "but since we are going, I want to do it properly. I hate doing anything half-assed."
In truth, she was still annoyed because Iâd overindulged in her body earlierâIâd nearly dislocated her hip. Viltronians were an energetic species, with the power of the Celestial and the World Calamity Tree mixed in, I... may have gone overboard. There was no denying that. Thankfully, she loved me enough to handle that part of me even though her body could barely cash those checks.
"Iâm sorry, Iâll be gentle next time," I apologized, but Jill, whose head was resting on my back, simply replied, "Donât worry about it. It was rough, but I enjoyed it. Besides, once I forge the runes I have in mind, you will be the one begging me for mercy."
I fell silent. That was the moment I realized her dissatisfaction wasnât rooted in me almost wrecking her body, forgetting myself in the momentâs pleasure, but in me enjoying her body more than she had enjoyed mine. I knew she was competitive, but this level was utterly insane. The thought alone got me aroused again. Was I going crazy too?
"Oh, gods, youâre up already?" Jill exclaimed, her arms wrapped around my waist, registering the bulge in my pants. Before I could respond, she whispered something that was both utterly shocking and deeply arousing: "Do you want a quickie?"
Before I could even articulate a response, her hands were already unzipping my pants. We were only a few hundred yards from the Brothwork Manorâs front gate. Guests were arriving one after the other; there were far too many eyes in the air. "What in the world are you doing? Have you gone completely insane?"
"Go higher and circle around. It wonât take long," Jill ordered, not even pausing to seek my consent. I wondered if this was her way of getting back at me for ramming her until she could no longer hold on and had to beg for surrender. Just when I thought she couldnât get any crazier, she went and completely outdid herself.
"Yes, my lady," I conceded. I would gladly accept this kind of punishment any time of the day. Instead of descending the hover bike at the manor gate, I turned it around to circle back once we were done.
As we hovered around, with Jill enthusiastically attending to my needs, I instructed the Hive AI to utilize a space rule to isolate us from the outside world, specifically to prevent high-level Card Apprentices from peeping in.
Once I was satisfied, I intended to turn on the autopilot and give Jill the time of her life, but she rejected the idea. Then, I remembered: what we did earlier was meant to be punishment, allowing Jill to satisfy herself with the illusion that she had dominated me, not the other way around. I was confused; I didnât understand how this arrangement worked. Because, to my mind, I had won, regardless of who really won between us.
"Just drive," Jill ordered, using her Cleaning Cards to instantaneously restore us and our clothing. If we didnât have a party to attend, I honestly would have insisted on satisfying her despite her refusal, just to see what kind of punishment she would devise next.
Descending the hoverbike at the front gate of the Brothwork Manor, we dismounted, and I retrieved the vehicle into my Grimoire. We then followed a beautiful maid who led us into the manorâs left wing, where the party was being held.
As soon as I set foot inside the left wing of the manor, the entire theme changed abruptlyâfrom its stately Victorian style to what resembled a depraved sex dungeon. I couldnât help but ask, "Jill, are you sure this is a dinner party and not some sort of orgy party?"
"I donât know. I can never tell with these people. If it is, feel free to join inâ" Before Jill could finish, I cut in, asking, "You are kidding, right?"
I knew instantly that this was a test.
"Nope, Iâm serious. We just started dating; how can I know your preferences? If you like orgies, I wonât stop you. I also need to find out how I feel about you taking part in one while youâre with me," Jill replied honestly. After all, this was her first relationship; she didnât truly know what she was doing, even though she had read extensively on what she was supposedly expected to do.
Yes, it was a test. But it wasnât one of the stupid scenarios shown in braindead rom-coms. She genuinely wanted to gauge her own feelings about me being with other women while we were together, because deep down, no matter how much she tried to ignore it, she knew I had feelings for othersâspecifically Anna and Susan. She was still trying to figure out how to feel about that. Furthermore, she herself was still unsure if I harbored similar feelings for her, believing she had strong-armed me into accepting the date.
"You know I wouldnât have asked you out if I didnât genuinely want to date you? Stop overthinking things," I assured Jill, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
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