Chapter 151: A Lover's Passion

Vemir sat down on a wooden chair outside his home, overlooking the sprawling home caves below and around him.

This place is called Sanctuary, a location where men from both the Wolfe Duchy and the Grand Duchy of Whimbrook gathered to seek refuge in order to avoid castration.

There are a few other places that also serve as a sanctuary in other regions, but none can be as secure as this one for one special reason, and that was because of Old Man Rochas.

There were other strong fellows among them, but Old Man Rochas is special in his own way because he is one of the only three mahji knights here. And his ability was most useful.

He is a very unique type of mahji knight, and a very powerful one. His mutated ability is based on illusions, and even all those who have stayed in this mountain cave for going on two years now still do not know exactly how it works. All they knew was that his ability had kept them safe from those who hunted them for so long.

Old Man Rochas’s story is similar to those of other men now hiding in these caves. When it all began, confident in his abilities, he had run for the mountains to protect himself from the castrators. And through careful word of mouth, more and more people began to join, especially women who now live in a world where men were without cocks, a refuge that still had real men was most appetizing.

Most living inside this mountain cave were under the ideal that they had the duty to continue mating for the sake of their goddess, who blesses such unions, but the goddess’s presence in this world had more or less vanished completely, and even an ordinary devout man can sense this absence.

Some others also harbor notions that it was their responsibility to carry on the human tradition that the world empress was on the verge of completely eradicating, but Vemir harbors no such grand notions. In fact, the only reason why he was here wasn’t out of bravery or to fight against this tyrannical empress—It was because he was scared.

Scared of losing his cock.

Most people here saw him as a brave and strong man, when in fact, Vemir saw himself as a coward- the biggest coward there is. And when he recalled whom he had abandoned without a second of explanation because he was scared of facing her and telling her that he was choosing his cock over her, Vemir felt even more tortured.

He tortured himself every day, fighting the demons in his mind screaming, ‘What if?’ What if he had tried to convince Nymira to run away with him? What if he had chosen to stay, rather than hope that the duke would be more than enough to fill the gap he would leave.

He had to find out later that even the duke had run off.

This further heightened the guilt Vemir felt, as well as his longing for his beloved. Vemir, knowing Nymira’s nature, did not feel like Nymira would abandon the Wolfes to run away with him; they were just that important to her. But he felt he should have at least asked.

“I miss you so much, my love.”

Vemir murmured, holding Nymira’s visage in his mind. The impossibly gorgeous and pure beauty who was definitely still at this moment, pure and chaste. And just like her, he would keep his virginity intact until they meet again,

He just hopes that when he does find a way to reach her again, she would find a place in her heart to forgive him, and they could pick up from where they left off. As for leaving this place and trying to head back into the Wolfe duchy, that would be suicidal, as not only the hunt squad from the duchy, the imperial hounds from the capital, and others were razing zones down to find them rebels, it was also very likely that the empress’s harbingers, ‘The Purifiers’ were taking extra interest in regions like these since they are good hiding places.

Besides, it still wasn’t exactly clear what limits are on Old Man Rochass’s ability, and it wouldn’t be a great idea to test it by being careless and being tailed. Going to hunt for game around the base regions was fine since the illusion ability is tripled layer, covering several meters outside the cave entrance, but anything past that would be inviting danger. A breach of the first layer would already expose their positions.

Though Old Man Rochass was strong, much stronger than he is, since he couldn’t sense the man’s realm, Vemir doubted he was close to the level of the imperial hounds or the purifiers.

Vemir wasn’t too worried about the Wolfe Duchy suffering repercussions if they were caught because they were technically at the boundary between the Whimbrook Grand Duchy and the Wolfe Duchy, so no side would be penalized for falling to eradicate rebels dwelling on their lands. This was probably why the old man chose to set up the sanctuary here, and also because it was most convenient.

Vemir went back inside his home to resume his meditation. Because of the heavily concentrated natural power in this region, Vemir was slowly approaching the peak of the noble knight realm, and when he reached the peak, he planned to venture out towards the more treacherous regions of the cold mountains. He gathered intel that Duke Wolfe himself was currently amassing the strongest rebellious force. Maybe, with the Duke’s help, he could reunite with his beloved again.

“Please wait for me, my love; I will find a way for us to be together again.”

Back in the Wolfe Duchy, and inside the modestly furnished room of Ben Dover, the young man who had been sleeping peacefully, sandwiched between his twin beauties, maidservants, their naked bodies entangled like a beautiful tapestry, Kiara and Ryn still deep in sleep with smiles on their faces, completely wasted in satisfaction from their euphoric experience, while Ben slowly opened his eyes, coming out of his sleep, as smile forming on his face with his hands running down on either side to rub against the twin’s juicy bums.

“This is the life”

Ben murmured, careful not to wake the girls, his mind navigated to his system to check his sex report as usual, but what he saw left him with his mouth open in surprise.