Chapter 187 - (Semi-R18)

Emma jolted awake the moment she felt someone in the room.

"Uhm... who..."

Rubbing her eyes, she reached for a weapon on instinct. To think someone unknown had slipped into her room, even with security this tight.

Then her gaze landed on the angelic face staring emotionlessly down at her, and her hand slowly relaxed.

Getting up properly, she sighed.

"So? You remembered your way back, huh? I thought you were going to run away."

Cale sighed too, letting his head fall into her lap.

"I haven’t even extracted everything this kingdom has to offer. How can I leave so quickly? What kind of person do you think I am?"

"A womanizer. Greedy, obsessive, psychopathic kind of man."

Cale stared up at her, pouting. "Hmph."

His gaze drifted down to her camisole, and his eyes narrowed. "Why the hell are you not cultivating!"

With a flick of his finger, he flicked the tip of her chest. "Why is your cultivation still the same? It hasn’t increased even a bit."

She pinched his cheek hard. "It’s you who’s the monster here. Don’t you actually know? Normal people take two or three years per minor stage! Dumbass."

Cale sighed. "Heh... two years? I’ll be at the Emperor stage tomorrow."

"Hmm? So what are your next plans? I doubt you’re here just to pass the time."

He turned over and buried his face in her belly, wrapping his arms around her.

"Phew... plans, huh? First, I need to join that tournament thingy, so our continent can become the ruling power of the Bloodmoon Plains."

"What’s the Bloodmoon Plains?" she asked.

"You don’t know? Well..."

He explained the basic situation to her, though not in too much detail, keeping the rest of it to himself.

"Oh... so that’s why Princess Fiora is at the borders," she realized.

"Hmm, I should go visit there to—owwww! Stop pinching me!"

He sighed and sat up.

’Hmm, who knew this many changes would have occurred in all this time. Still, it’s fine, as long as it’s within my expectations.’

"Oh right, how much revenue did those auction houses and merchant halls generate?"

He was especially excited about this one. Even though Fiora and Emma were managing everything, he was the owner, and he was entitled to thirty percent of the total revenue. He even asked for the figure in spiritual stones.

Emma took out a bag and tossed it at him. He checked the contents, and his grin widened.

"Hehe... more than forty thousand middle-grade ones from just a few branches! I’ll never run out of money again, hahaha!"

As he sat up fully, Emma settled herself right onto his lap.

They kept talking for hours. Cale’s hand tightened around her waist while the other slid slowly up and down her thigh. Leaning forward, he bit her pointed ear lightly.

"Ahn!" she squealed.

"Heh."

"You—"

But he kissed her neck before she could finish speaking.

Slowly, his hand rose to cup her right breast, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh of her chest.

Emma gasped, her body arching off as her pointy ears twitched. The thin camisole did nothing to hide the way her nipple tightened instantly into a stiff, aching peak beneath his palm, hard as a little button.

"Uhn~, y-you..."

His other hand slid downward, cupping her between her thighs, the heel of his palm pressing right against her soaked folds. He could feel her heat through the thin fabric of her panties.

"Y-you!! It’s broad daylight!" Emma’s voice cracked, high and shy, her cheeks burning crimson even as her hips twitched involuntarily toward his touch.

Cale’s white hair fell over his forehead as he grinned down at her, a cocky, lazy smirk spreading across his face. "I came here yesterday night, you see."

"Wh-what?!" Emma squeaked, trying to sit up, but his hand kept her pinned.

"Ahng~" The sound slipped out of her before she could stop it as he finally slid one finger beneath her panties and stroked along her slick slit.

His work down there was working out quite good. Her clit was swollen and throbbing under his thumb, circling slowly, while his middle finger teased the tight entrance of her pussy, dipping in just enough to make her gasp again.

Emma’s breath hitched, her raven-black hair spilling across the cushions as she bit her lip, trying to look away.

"Still shy, are you?" he murmured.

He pressed two fingers inside her then, curling against that sensitive spot inside. Emma’s moan was muffled.

Cale’s grin widened.

Cale’s body pressed against Emma’s back, his white hair falling forward as he cupped her breasts in his palms. The soul armor vanished in thin air.

His fingers sank into soft flesh while his cock throbbed against her ass, hard and ready.

"Have... have they gotten bigger?"

The satin sheet slipped lower, exposing more of her flushed skin. Emma’s pointed ears twitching as she let out soft whimpers.

Her body trembled slightly, shy even now, but she pushed back against him, seeking more contact.

"Cale..." she breathed, voice barely above a whisper.

Her cheeks burned red.

He squeezed her tits harder, thumbs circling her stiff nipples.

Cale’s half-tattooed torso flexed as he ground his hips forward, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks without entering her yet.

"Uhn~"

Emma’s mouth hung open, eyes squeezed shut. Her pussy already wet and dripping down her inner thighs.

Cale leaned in, lips brushing her ear as he pinched both nipples at once.

She gasped, arching into his hands. The rumpled bedding shifted beneath them as he rocked against her, cockhead catching on her entrance with each slow thrust of his hips.

His hands never left her breasts, kneading and squeezing while his cock teased her soaked folds.

Emma’s fingers clutched the sheets.

His cock throbbed against her thigh, he ground his hips forward, sliding his shaft along her soaked folds without entering her yet.

Emma’s mouth fell open. "Heuh..." The soft, broken sound escaped her lips.

He lifted both tits together, pressing them close, then let them fall back down before grabbing them again.

His hair brushed her face as he kissed her neck, teeth scraping over her pulse point.

He shifted his grip, one hand staying on her left breast while the other slid down between her legs. Two fingers pushed inside her pussy, and Emma cried out.

"Hnghh!"

Her walls clenched around his fingers. He put them in and out while his other hand continued mauling her tits.

"You’re so fucking wet, heh..."