Chapter 120.Erotism all around-1

The heavy silence of the empty apartment finally settled over Mylo.

Standing in the center of the living room, he exhaled a long, exhausted breath.

Ding.

A translucent blue screen popped into his vision. The pending reward for his Earth daily quest finally registered.

….

[NOTIFICATION]

Daily Quest Complete!

Target: Satisfy five women today.

Reward: 500 Gold deposited.

….

Mylo stared at the glowing golden numbers.

He didn’t feel a single ounce of excitement. Money was the absolute last thing on his mind right now.

He walked into his dark bedroom and forcefully pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor.

The faint, lingering scent of vanilla perfume still clung to his skin.

He dropped onto the edge of his mattress, burying his face in his hands. The memory of Chloe pressing her trembling body against his back played on a relentless loop in his mind. The soft, hesitant wrap of her arms around his waist. The desperate, breathy sound of her asking to stay the night.

I pushed her away, Mylo thought, his jaw tightening. But I had to.

He knew he had done the right thing for her sake, but that didn’t make the hollow ache in his chest hurt any less.

He wasn’t going to let her go. Not a chance in hell. But he wouldn’t let their relationship be built on a moment of panic and vulnerability either.

I will apologize to her properly tomorrow, he resolved, staring into the dark room. I’ll approach her sincerely. Without the chaos. Without the misunderstandings.

But the Sin of [Pleasure] didn’t care about his noble resolutions.

Triggered by the lingering scent of Chloe’s perfume, the curse in his blood began to boil. The agonizing heat pooled in his lower stomach, demanding an outlet.

His traitorous mind immediately flooded with memories of Reina.

Mylo groaned, falling backward onto the mattress as the vivid, intoxicating memory hijacked his senses.

He remembered the desperate, feverish heat of her mouth. The sweet, wet taste of her tongue as it tangled frantically with his. He could almost feel the phantom touch of her bare skin beneath his fingertips.

In the dark of his room, his breathing turned ragged.

He remembered the soft, heavy weight of her bare breasts filling his palms. The beautiful, flushed pink of her skin. The way her back had arched, a breathless, broken moan escaping her swollen lips when he had leaned down to slowly lick and suckle her peaks.

The memory burned through his veins like liquid fire. He remembered the desperate shift of her hips, the scorching, wet heat he had felt when his hand slipped boldly beneath the lace of her panties. She had melted completely under his touch, entirely consumed by the same maddening pleasure that was currently torturing him.

“Damn it,” Mylo hissed, throwing an arm over his eyes to block out the phantom images.

He forced his lungs to take slow, deep breaths, desperately trying to cool the boiling blood in his veins.

Focus. Think about something else.

His mind violently shifted gears, landing on the image of short, blonde hair and fiercely determined eyes.

Brandy.

The heavy fog of lust instantly shattered, replaced by a cold, protective edge.

He remembered the sheer terror in Brandy’s eyes when Mac had cornered and tried to assault her. The memory of that bastard’s hands on her made Mylo’s fists clench so hard his knuckles popped in the quiet room.

He had stepped in and saved her, but the vulnerability he had seen in her struck a deep chord in his chest. He felt an immense, heavy sympathy for her.

He knew exactly how hard she was fighting. He knew how utterly dedicated she was to her goals, pushing herself to the absolute limit just to survive in a world that constantly tried to drag her down.

I won’t let anyone touch her again, Mylo vowed silently into the dark. I will support her. Whatever it takes, I’ll make sure she reaches that goal.

The racing thoughts finally began to slow, draining the last remaining drops of adrenaline from his system.

The sheer, bone-deep exhaustion of fighting in Narak, shopping for groceries, and surviving a chaotic dinner party all crashed down onto him at once.

Mylo sulked deep into the heavy bedsheets, pulling them over his bare chest.

He needed to rest. He needed to recover every ounce of his physical and mental strength.

With the weight of the day finally lifting off his shoulders, Mylo let the darkness pull him under, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

The small hostel room felt surprisingly crowded with three people in it, but the atmosphere was light.

Reina sat on the edge of her bed, gesturing between the two women. “Venice, this is Brandy. Brandy, this is Venice, my roommate.”

Venice leaned back against the wall, her gorgeous features relaxed into a cool, assessing smile. “It’s lovely to meet you, Brandy. Reina talks about you.”

Brandy offered a polite, guarded nod. “Nice to meet you too.”

“So,” Venice hummed, swirling a pen casually between her fingers. Her eyes flicked toward Reina with a wicked, teasing glint. “Since we’re having a girls’ night… tell us, Reina. Have there been any advancements with a certain Mr. Zane?”

Brandy’s posture immediately stiffened. She didn’t say a word, but her full attention snapped directly to Reina.

Reina’s face instantly exploded into a violent, burning red. Her mind flashed back to the infirmary, the taste of Mylo, the way his hands had felt on her bare skin.

“W-What?! No!” Reina stammered, frantically waving her hands. “Nothing happened! We’re just friends! Good friends! That’s all!”

Venice’s smile widened into a knowing smirk. She didn’t need to push; the frantic, guilty panic in Reina’s eyes told her absolutely everything she needed to know.

Even Brandy caught the lie. She narrowed her eyes, leaning slightly forward.

“Speaking of Mylo,” Brandy asked, her voice dropping into a serious, probing tone. “Why were you actually in the infirmary the other day, Reina? That excuse you gave me earlier… I didn’t really buy it.”

Reina froze like a deer in headlights. Trapped between Venice’s knowing smirk and Brandy’s sharp interrogation, her brain completely short-circuited.

“I-Juice!” Reina blurted out, jumping up from the bed so fast she nearly tripped over her own slippers. “I am going to get some juice from the vending machine downstairs! I’ll be right back!”

She bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind her, leaving a sudden, heavy silence in her wake.

With Reina gone, the playful atmosphere in the room instantly vanished.

Brandy crossed her arms, her sharp, determined eyes locking onto Venice. She had survived enough bad situations to recognize when someone was more dangerous than they appeared.

“So, Venice,” Brandy said, her tone guarded. “How do you fit into all of this? You don’t seem like the standard college roommate type.”