Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2573: Crazy Love/ Lust?

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Myriad Realms, Card World, Central Region, Central Academic City, Morningstar University District, Brothwork Manor

"We’re late," Jill complained as we rode my gold nano-morpher hover bike to Brolock’s dinner party—the one he was hosting to celebrate the success of the pleasure-card venture he’d 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 didn’t 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 didn’t," 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 I’d overindulged in her body earlier—I’d 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.

"I’m sorry, I’ll be gentle next time," I apologized, but Jill, whose head was resting on my back, simply replied, "Don’t 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 wasn’t rooted in me almost wrecking her body, forgetting myself in the moment’s 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, you’re 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 Manor’s 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 won’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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 manor’s 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 abruptly—from its stately Victorian style to what resembled a depraved sex dungeon. I couldn’t help but ask, "Jill, are you sure this is a dinner party and not some sort of orgy party?"

"I don’t know. I can never tell with these people. If it is, feel free to join in—" Before Jill could finish, I cut in, asking, "You are kidding, right?"

I knew instantly that this was a test.

"Nope, I’m serious. We just started dating; how can I know your preferences? If you like orgies, I won’t stop you. I also need to find out how I feel about you taking part in one while you’re with me," Jill replied honestly. After all, this was her first relationship; she didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 others—specifically 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 wouldn’t have asked you out if I didn’t genuinely want to date you? Stop overthinking things," I assured Jill, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her forehead.