Unrivaled Demon's Odyssey

Hours passed since the incident, and Nero and Emilia were sitting at the cliff under a huge tree— looking at the sky.

Nero was sitting while leaning his back to the tree, and Emilia was sitting on Nero's lap— looking rather happy.

Emilia was wearing new and clean clothes, and all her wounds were healed.

She leaned her back on Nero's chest and looked up at Nero, then smiled. Nero looked down at Emilia and smiled back.

She started swinging left and right on Nero's lap— looking rather comfortable.

"So…" Nero rested his chin on Emilia's head and uttered in a low voice, "How was it?"

"Hmm~" Emilia stopped swinging and said with a satisfied look on her face, "It was so big, and long, and thick…" She started drooling. "I wonder how something that big could fit inside me, and I feel like it's still inside me—"

"Ahem!" Nero cleared his throat and continued, "I wasn't talking about that. I was asking how did it felt?"

"Oh!" Emilia leaned further back and pressed herself on Nero's chest. "It felt great."

"I see," Nero nodded with a smile on his face.

"Though it hurt at the beginning, and you were rough too, but then it started feeling good."

"But you didn't stop me," Nero commented.

"That's because." Emilia's face flushed.

Seeing Emilia's reaction, Nero grinned. "What was that?"

"I wanted you to do it. And besides, I didn't remember our first time, so I wanted to make sure you enjoy it the second time," Emilia said it anyway with her face full of embarrassment.

"I enjoyed it the first time, too," Nero scoffed and patted Emilia's head. "As long as you enjoyed it."

Emilia looked up at Nero's face and stared at him, then after a while, she wryly said, "Sorry for yelling at you back at the inn."

"It's fine!" Nero exhaled deeply. "It wasn't your fault. I should have thought of the possibility of falling in love with me."

Emilia looked at Nero with a calm— yet curious face, "You don't want me to love you? Even though we just did 'it' again?"

"I just… I can't love you back."

"Why not? You can take your time falling in love with me. I can wait for you. I don't mind waiting for you since we will be together anyway." Emilia had decided to follow Nero in his journey.

Nero shook his head and closed his eyes, "I will never fall in love with anyone."

"Why?"

"Love is…" The memory of Nero from his past life that wanted to forget the most flashed before his eyes.

It was a dimly lit room with nothing but moonlight coming through a huge glass window beside the bed. Police sirens were wailing at a distance— and they were muffled by the sound of the rain outside.

He was lying naked on the bed, and his hands and legs were tied with belts. His naked girlfriend was riding him crazily with an orgasmic face— then, she smirked and stabbed the knife in his chest dozens of times until he died.

"What?" Emilia bumped her back on Nero's chest, then looked up at him. "Love is what?"

Nero smiled wryly, then said, "Love is… scary."

'If my love is really cursed, and if whoever I love would betray me— then I would rather not falling in love with anyone— or at least, never admit it.' He was betrayed not once, but twice. His broken heart was never going to heal again and even if it did— the curse would break it again.

Emilia wanted to ask what he meant by that, but she was afraid of the answer. She thought if the answer was something she couldn't do anything about, then she wouldn't be able to love him anymore.

She was just too innocent for her own kind.

"What were you trying to say before I yelled at you?" Emilia asked curiously.

"Hmm?"

"You know… you were saying something along the lines of 'I may not love you' or something."

"Oh!" Nero tapped Emilia's shoulder and asked her to get off his lap.

Emilia got off his lap and turned around only to sit on his lap again— but this time, they were sitting face to face.

"What are you doing?" Nero asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I am sitting like this so I can hear you clearly," Emilia said with a smile on her face.

"But there is no need to sit on my lap. I think I am loud enough."

Nero was feeling uncomfortable with Emilia sitting on his lap, or rather, he was about to lose his control after looking at Emilia's cheerful face.

He sighed and furrowed his eyebrows after seeing the sudden change in Emilia's behavior.

Emilia wrapped her arms around Nero's neck and whispered in his ear, "So, what were you going to tell me?"

Emilia was being awfully close to Nero. Her breasts were pressing against Nero's chest, and her face was almost rubbing Nero's cheek.

"I was going to say…" Nero placed his hands on Emilia's shoulder and pushed her a little back as he looked at Emilia's face.

Nero averted his face before saying, "Even if I may not love you, I will do anything for you. I will make you happy, I will fulfill your needs, and I will give you pleasure at night."

It was awkward for Nero to say that to Emilia on her face— especially with that last part.

"Hmm~? So you promise you will do all that?" Emilia trusted everything Nero said and then asked curiously, "You said you would fulfill my need, right? Then what if I need you to love me?"

Nero frowned his face and squinted his eyes, "Don't test your luck."

Emilia clicked her tongue and bit her lips.

"How did you even fall in love with me anyway? We met some hours ago. I still don't understand you."

Emilia puffed her cheek and brought her face closer to Nero's lips, "You don't have any right to judge my love, do you?"

Nero chuckled and pushed Emilia back, "You are right." Then Nero smirked. "Your tastes are bad anyway."

Emilia frowned her eyes and made an angry expression on her face, "Let me clear this! I wasn't in love with Darius or anything, alright?!"

"I didn't even say his name."

"I know what you are trying to do. It's just he treated me kindly, so I treated him back the same way. It was nothing else!"

"Alright, alright. Now stop yelling in my ears."

Emilia gritted her teeth and muttered, "You won't understand how it feels when the person you love says something like that about you."

Nero smiled wryly and said to himself, 'Yeah, I don't.'