Chapter 49: Actually I’m a Virgin
If you were in front, you would see a beautiful huge eagle flying, two human figures clad in inhuman outfits sitting on its back.
One was female in nature and she possessed otherworldly beauty, another male in nature, only his face and silver hair visible because his entire body was shrouded in a black armor that looked like a piece of paper cut out of an obsidian stone.
That was bound to look different if you changed the angle of your view. The creature was actually not an eagle. Its hind part looked like that of a lion, and the place didn’t seem like anything from reality.
"How did you end up with his scent then?"
Edmund had been trying to explain himself, but it seemed like he still had a lot to explain. At Tsundria’s question, he didn’t even think about it twice. He had once answered the same question from Peony; he knew the answer.
It’s only that something wasn’t quite right. For Peony, it was her first time hearing about Drumline Castle. He could fool her. The same could not be said for Tsundria. She knew all about the Drumline Castle, how it came to life, who ruled it and... she simply was like a far away member of the castle.
Did he have any other choice?
"My ancestors found his body and extracted his Pigment Pot."
Edmund tightened his grip around her waist and said, praying internally, ’I hope it works!’
"Don’t lie to me!"
’Oh man! What should I say?’
"But I’m not lying to you," he instinctively complained, sending his mind into a spin to look for a way to convince her.
"Drumline Castle is only around 20 years old. Your father is the one who found it and is still alive. Who are those ancestors?"
Her words clicked something within him.
If the ancestor meant a person should be dead, his uncle was dead and known to have been the only person to reach the Dungeon of Desires. Telling her that it was her uncle who pitied him and gave him the Pigment Pot seemed like a good idea.
"Do you happen to know my uncle?"
Confident that this would convince her, a smile climbed over his face like a Liana, tightening his grip on her so he could glance at his surroundings one last time.
He couldn’t see the cliff where they had left Peony and others because of the mist which was as thick as a fog. How cold would he feel without this armor? He wondered.
And how cold did Tsundria feel? She wore bikini-like clothing. Though it was a dress, its slits made it so revealing.
Well, maybe she had a trick to avoid coldness, was used to it or simply ignored it, why not?
"The guy who brought The Drumline Apple?"
The grin on Edmund’s face widened when he heard Tsundria’s question.
The Drumline Apple was the apple tree his uncle brought home. The only apple tree known to mankind in both Drumline Castle and Nexus regions.
"Who else?"
That was his answer.
"Oh! I see!"
Did it mean she understood?
"OK! That means you believe me now, eh? You believe that I’m not in any way connected to whoever is Skylark?"
"Something is amiss!"
That was her answer.
She didn’t wait for Edmund to ask her what.
"You have so many of his legacies. Only his girls or people who killed the monsters which drank his blood are the only ones who can possess those legacies."
The griffin was still floating over the chasm, shrouded in a transparent veil of the mist.
"You said it yourself! People who killed the monsters related to him. And I have told you that..."
"That your uncle did," she completed his sentence.
Edmund nodded his head though she could not see. "Yeah! He did!"
"What about that Purple Girl then?"
Peony had purple hair and wore a dress, a colour of amethyst. Purple to be exact. That’s who Tsundria meant by Purple Girl.
"We just met when I was out hunting."
"And..."
"And became a husband and a wife."
"But you’re so young!" There was a slight difference in Tsundria’s tone. It was as if she couldn’t bring herself to look at a picture where a thousand-year-old woman married an 18-year-old boy.
Edmund let out a chuckle.
"I might be young, but I am the only male alive with God of Desires pure blood. I mean, I am the only one who can have sex with you or any other Venomous Beauty and survive."
He included her to see what would be her reaction. Not long after, the griffin slowed down, almost coming to a stop. By this time, Edmund could see a cliff mere meters away, a hole with a jagged opening dug into the peak of the mountain that survived the landslide.
’We have reached the Dungeon of Desires!’
He was overjoyed but Tsundria’s voice snapped him out of it.
"Don’t include me. I can not force myself on someone so young."
Edmund let out a chuckle.
"Who told you to force yourself on anyone? You’re a thousand-year-old. You’ll never meet someone older than one hundred years. I also doubt what will be a performance of such an old gag on a beauty like you. Better start treating me like a king or you’ll never have a partner."
Edmund didn’t know how he ended up bending their conversation in this direction. It might be his desire to tame her that made the magic. All he knew was that her next answer would either be a blessing or a curse.
"Treat you like what? A kid like you? Don’t get on my nerves or you’ll regret it!"
Edmund was happy that her answer was neutral. Actually, it sounded like something every other girl would say.
With a smile, he unleashed a card he had been hiding.
"A kid? Did it feel like a kid when I grabbed your breasts?"
"Stop it!"
Her voice carried a hint of seriousness but Edmund didn’t give a damn. This was his only chance to take her in a direction he wanted.
"Stop what? Didn’t you yelp like a possessed prostitute. You even called me a pervert. Is that how you react to a kid."
"I said stop!"
"The way I don’t want to talk about it tells me something," he said, moving his hands upward to grab her breasts. He wanted to see if her reaction would still be hostile.
"What are you doing, you pervert!"
This was not hostile... like any other girl, actually.
This encouraged Edmund to fondle them.
"But I’m a kid. Kids are not perverts. Whatever they do, people say it’s normal. it’s justified."
Surprisingly, Tsundria didn’t try to remove his hands. She didn’t even tell him to.
"Don’t provoke me!"
A sneaky smile appeared on Edmund’s face.
"How can a kid provoke someone?" he asked. "Are you attracted to kids, perhaps?"
He then pitched her nipples.
Caught off-guard, a loud moan escaped her lips.
"Ah!"
She then burst out laughing, setting her griffin in motion on high speed once again. Her eerie laughter did not stop until she brought her griffin closer to the deserted mountain peak. Not fully deserted. There were vines overgrown around the opening to the cave, large boulders standing here and there.
Without any warning, she dismissed the legacy. The creature disappeared unbeknownst to Edmund, finding himself plummeting to the ground seconds after. Luckily, he was close to the ground and didn’t break some bones.
"You evil being," he shouted as he tried to regain his vision. "You should have given me a heads-up."
"Did you give me one when you pinched my nipples?"
Without pondering much about it, Edmund replied.
"But I’m a kid!"
Tsundria let out another eerie laughter. Edmund had fully regained his vision and could see her hovering over him, her honey pot separated from his vision by only a piece of clothing.
"You’re not a kid, you pervert. No one has ever made me think of sex ever since he was dead. I was always thirsty for power and didn’t want to go around killing innocent men in the name of satisfying my desires. But you... you made my body long for a man’s touch. You’re responsible for what I’m going to do to you."
Edmund’s grin kept widening with each of her words.
Since he was lying on the ground, she went on her knees, bent her body so their lips could get closer.
"You reminded me that I haven’t had sex for so long. Actually, I’m a virgin. God of Desires used to use me for oral and anal sex only."
Her emerald eyes were filled with lust as she said those words, biting her lower lip like a succubus on a mission to seduce an angel.
A smile appeared on Edmund’s face. ’Jackpot!’ he thought, already fantasizing about her pure flower. Was he really going to deflower another beauty? He couldn’t believe she was a virgin. Not to mention, anal didn’t sound so bad either.
