Chapter 123.Erotism all around-4

“Hmm! You’re finally back!”

The voice ringing right next to his ear was undeniably Tritia’s, but the pitch had shifted. It was richer, deeper, and dripping with a velvety, mature confidence.

Mylo’s vision cleared, and his jaw instantly dropped. His entire body froze in absolute, paralyzing shock.

Straddling his waist was a breathtakingly beautiful woman. And she was completely, entirely naked.

Her vibrant crimson hair cascaded down in long, silky waves, falling like a curtain around them. The faint red luminescence of her smooth, unblemished skin glowed warmly in the dark. Her frame was no longer frail; she possessed wide, inviting hips and a full, heavy chest that pressed plush and warm directly against Mylo’s leather coat.

“Mmn…” she hummed happily, leaning her warm, bare weight entirely onto him. She ground her hips down subtly, settling comfortably against his lap. “Ahn… I missed you.”

“T-Tritia?!” Mylo shouted, his voice cracking wildly. His hands hovered uselessly in the air, terrified to touch her bare skin. “What the hell happened to you?!”

Tritia let out a soft, musical giggle, the vibration passing straight through his chest.

“Hmm, do you not recognize your own mate?” she whispered, leaning in until her lips brushed the shell of his ear. “It’s my Prana cultivation. Ascending to my third Name and absorbing the energy from our Matebind… my body naturally adapted to handle the power. I can even control my size now if I want to.”

She pushed herself up, gracefully stepping off him.

Mylo scrambled to sit up, his face burning violently. She stood fully naked under the red-tinted sky. The proud curve of her hips, the narrow dip of her waist, and the heavy, swaying weight of her breasts were on absolute display.

“Tritia, please!” Mylo stammered, covering his eyes with his hand while his heart hammered against his ribs. “At least put some clothes on!”

“Hmmph.” Tritia pouted, crossing her arms defensively. “You didn’t mind looking a second ago.”

“Just wear the suit I gave you! Please!”

He heard the rustle of fabric. A moment later, she tapped his shoulder.

Mylo slowly turned back, and his breath hitched all over again.

The dark, reddish-black bodysuit clung to her like a second skin. The high-grade material wrapped tightly around her mature curves, the sleek fabric dipping deeply into the valley of her cleavage. It left the unmistakable, heavy lining of her breasts completely visible, the material stretching taut over her hips and thighs.

She looked dangerously seductive. Mylo couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Tritia noticed his intense stare. A proud, triumphant smile bloomed on her face. She stepped back into his space, practically pressing her chest against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Do you like it?” she purred.

But as she leaned in, her nose brushed against his collar. Her sharp, enhanced senses instantly flared.

Tritia froze. The playful smile vanished from her lips.

She leaned closer, burying her face into his neck, inhaling deeply. “Vanilla perfume… and… something sweet. Sweat. And another scent.”

Her crimson eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. The air around them instantly grew heavy with her shifting aura. She pushed herself back slightly, her hands planting firmly on her hips.

“Hmm… who else have you been playing with, Mylo?” she demanded, her voice dropping into a low, possessive growl.

“W-What?” Mylo blinked, caught completely off guard.

“Don’t play dumb!” Tritia snapped, her tail-end aura flaring aggressively. “You smell like other women! Multiple women! Were you touching them while you were away?!”

Mylo rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a cold sweat break out. “Tritia, it’s just from the city—”

“I don’t care!” she pouted fiercely, stomping her foot on the stone. Her eyes glared at him, but underneath the anger, there was a deep, desperate possessiveness. “Listen to me, Mylo. Our tribe… the Rommar… we don’t have a problem with multiple mates. A strong pack can have many.”

She stepped forward, jabbing a slender finger directly into his chest.

“But I am your first mate! I am the one bound to your soul! If you are going to touch anyone else, you have to remember that I belong to you the most! You can’t just come back smelling like them and expect me not to be angry!”

Her eyes grew glassy, a rare moment of vulnerability cracking through her mature, seductive facade.

Mylo’s chest tightened. Without a word, he reached out. His large hand gently cupped the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her vibrant red hair. He stroked her head with a soft, familiar rhythm, the constant, comforting head pats she absolutely melted for.

“Ahn…” Tritia’s breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as she instantly leaned into his touch.

Mylo didn’t stop there. He pulled her flush against his chest, wrapping his other arm around her narrow waist. He tilted her chin up and brought his lips down onto hers.

He kissed her deeply and passionately. Tritia let out a muffled, surprised gasp, but quickly melted against him. Her arms wrapped desperately around his neck as she opened her mouth, letting him taste her.

“Mmn… Mylo… haa…” she whimpered softly against his lips as they finally broke apart.

“You’re my partner, Tritia,” Mylo whispered, his forehead resting against hers. “You’re the one right here with me.”

Tritia’s anger dissolved completely into a puddle of warm, heavy affection. She blushed a deep, beautiful red, burying her face happily into his chest.

Ding.

The bloody-red system screen suddenly shattered the intimate moment, hovering right next to Mylo’s head.

[NOTIFICATION]

System Adjustment Complete!

Narak Quests reduced from 5 to 1 per cycle.

Warning: Innate Core Protection reduced.

Condition: You must cultivate Prana to shield your core against the Curse of Vespara.

Mylo blinked, trying to process the text. Core protection reduced?

Before the realization could even fully set in, a violent, suffocating wave of pure, unadulterated lust crashed over him.

The Curse of Vespara, no longer suppressed by the system, erupted like a wildfire in his veins. The air in the cave suddenly felt impossibly hot. The Sin of [Pleasure] demanded an immediate outlet.

His eyes snapped down to Tritia. He stared at the tight fabric stretching over her heaving chest, the curve of her waist, the flush on her lips.

“Mylo?” Tritia asked, looking up, sensing the sudden, dangerous shift in his breathing. “Is something wro-“

“Agh!”

Mylo lunged. He grabbed her by the waist and shoved her backward.

“Ah!” Tritia gasped as her back hit the rocky floor.

Mylo came down right on top of her, his body pressing heavily between her spread thighs. He pinned her wrists above her head. His breathing was ragged, his eyes dark and completely clouded with raw, animalistic desire.

Tritia’s eyes went wide with shock. “M-Mylo…?”

She didn’t fight him. Her chest heaved, her lips parting as a soft, anticipating flush spread rapidly across her cheeks. She looked up at him, her body completely surrendering to his sudden dominance.

Mylo stared down at her, his jaw locked tight. His body screamed at him to tear the tight suit completely off her, to claim her right there on the cold stone.

No. Control it!

Gritting his teeth until his gums bled, Mylo violently ripped himself away from the curse’s influence. He let go of her wrists, throwing his weight backward until he was sitting on the ground several feet away, panting heavily as he tried to cage the beast in his blood.