Chapter 547: 547. Don’t Worry. He’s Sleeping While Dreaming Having Another Date With You
Rex’s smirk widened into a triumphant, predatory grin. He didn’t offer a gentle embrace or a soft word of comfort; he didn’t care for the romance of the moment. He wanted the conquest.
"That’s my icy girl," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I do hope you’ve improved since the last time we fucked in the inn, hahaha!"
Before she could even catch her breath, Rex’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist with a sudden, violent strength. He didn’t just lead her; he hauled her upward, forcing her to stumble to her feet.
"Hey!" He began to drag her toward the hallway, his stride long and purposeful. "W-what are you—"
"Wait, Rex! Where are we going!?" Mireya stammered, her heart leaping into her throat as she realized the direction they were heading. "Not... not there! Not in his bedroom!"
"Why not?" Rex taunted, glancing back at her with eyes that gleamed with pure, unadulterated malice. "Apollo is right there, Mireya."
"Sleeping like a fucking virgin!" Rex laughed. "Wouldn’t it be delicious to hear him wake up to the sound of his woman being absolutely wrecked by his best friend?"
"No! Please!" Mireya panicked, her heels skidding on the floor as she tried to dig her feet in to stop his relentless momentum.
The sheer audacity of it was terrifying. The thought of being taken in the very bed where she and Apollo shared their most sacred moments, the thought of Rex’s heavy, muscular body crushing her while her lover lay mere feet away, sent a jolt of pure electricity through her.
"He’ll wake up! Rex, please, have some mercy! Not while he’s sleeping!"
"Mercy is for the weak, Mireya." Rex laughed, his grip tightening until her wrist felt like it might snap.
He didn’t slow down, pulling her through the doorway and into the dim, shadowed hallway that led straight to the heart of Apollo’s sanctuary. "And you?"
"You’re done being weak because now... It’s time you learned what it’s like to be truly possessed."
Mireya felt a wave of hysterical terror wash over her, but even as she struggled, a dark, shameful part of her was screaming with anticipation. She was being dragged toward her ruin, and as the door to Apollo’s bedroom loomed ahead, she knew there was no turning back.
"Please, Rex! Not here! Have some fucking dignity!" Mireya cried out, her voice a frantic, hushed whisper as they neared the threshold of the master bedroom.
Tears of pure, panicked humiliation pricked at her eyes. The thought of desecrating the sanctity of that room was almost unbearable.
SMACK!
The sound of the slap echoed sharply in the quiet hallway. Mireya’s head snapped to the side, her cheek stinging with a sudden, hot bloom of pain, and the force of it stunned her into silence, her breath hitching in a sob.
"Dignity?" Rex sneered, leaning down so his face was inches from her trembling one. "You lost your dignity the moment you decided to watch me breed your boyfriend’s mother, you little icy slut!"
"Now shut the fuck up and move because I want something different from you, and it’s not going to be a normal affair, fuck, where we enjoy ourselves in the empty room!"
"I want us to FUCK. RIGHT. NEXT. TO. YOUR. BOYFRIEND!" Rex said it with his evil grin.
’This guy... is really fucked up... no wonder he could do it with Apollo’s mother... right next to Mr. Cassius...’
He didn’t wait for a response. With a violent shove, he pushed her through the bedroom door.
Mireya stumbled, her legs weak, and she collapsed ungracefully onto the plush carpet. She scrambled to her knees, her eyes wide and darting toward the large bed in the center of the room.
There lay Apollo, his breathing slow and rhythmic, completely oblivious to the predator standing over his woman.
"Rex, stop... he’s right there..." she whimpered, her hands trembling as she reached out to grab the hem of Rex’s trousers, a final, desperate attempt to halt the inevitable.
Rex didn’t even look at her. Instead, he closed his eyes for a brief second, a dark, swirling energy beginning to radiate from his fingertips.
His eyes snapped open, glowing with a faint, sinister light from his Dream Manipulation skill. He extended his hand toward the sleeping Apollo, weaving a veil of magical heaviness over the man’s consciousness.
He deepened the slumber, turning Apollo’s dreams into a thick, impenetrable fog that would drown out even the most violent of sounds. And then a cruel, booming laugh erupted from Rex’s chest, a sound that made Mireya jump.
"HAHAHAHAHA~!"
"You look so FUCKING pathetic as always, Mireya," Rex mocked, looking down at her as he began to unbuckle his belt with predatory efficiency. "You’re wondering how we’re going to do this without him waking up, aren’t you?!"
"And your mind is probably like, ’Oh no~! How can he sleep through the sound of my screams?’ What a fucking joke as usual for you."
Mireya stared at him, her mind racing. ’How... how is he so calm...?"
"How can we be so loud and he stays so still?’
"I did the exact same thing to Amelia," Rex said, his eyes glinting with a wicked triumph. "While her husband was sleeping just a few feet away, while I was slamming into her and making her cry out his name, he didn’t stir."
"Using my magic that can manipulate dreams to make someone’s sleep so deep that they won’t even wake up... and not even move a fucking muscle because I made sure he stayed in a dream world of his own making, and yes... when he woke up... he’s going to get some good news about a second child."
"Good news...? Maybe bad news as well, but eh... he’ll never know that, and he’ll raise that child like his, and also Apollo is going to know that he’s going to get a little sibling, which was MY FUCKING CHILDDD!!!" Rex said it while raising his voice louder.
The realization hit Mireya like a physical blow. The memory of the afternoon flooded back: the sounds of Rex and Amelia, the sheer intensity of their coupling, and she finally understood.
She had thought Cassius was just a heavy sleeper, a man of deep, tranquil rest. But it was a lie.
It was a forced, artificial silence. Rex had been playing with them all along, treating their lives like a playground for his own amusement.
’He’s been manipulating them... he’s been fucking us right under our noses, and we were too blind to see it!’ The thought filled her with a terrifying cocktail of rage and intense, submissive arousal.
The sheer power Rex held, the ability to control even the very consciousness of the men they loved, was intoxicating. "He’s really dangerous... and... who’s going to stop him now if he’s already taking over everything?!"
Rex stepped toward her, his massive, tanned frame casting a shadow that completely eclipsed her. "Enough with all this dump info."
"And now," he growled, reaching down to grab her hair and force her head back so she had to look at the sleeping Apollo one last time before the carnage began. "Let’s see if we can make you scream loud enough to break through even my magic."
Mireya stood up unsteadily, her legs feeling like jelly. Her eyes were fixed on Apollo, the man who was supposed to be her protector, her anchor.
A desperate, irrational hope flared in her chest. Maybe Rex was exaggerating; who knows if the magic wasn’t that strong?
"Apollo?" she whispered, her voice trembling. She moved a step closer to the bed, her heart hammering. "Apollo, darling... wake up! Please...!"
She called his name again, louder this time, her voice cracking with a frantic edge. She even reached out, her fingertips brushing the edge of his blanket, her eyes searching his peaceful, sleeping face for even a flicker of movement.
But Apollo remained still, his breathing as steady and undisturbed as a stone in a still pond. He was a statue, a ghost in his own bed.
’He’s not even there...’ she realized, a cold dread settling in her gut. ’He’s a prisoner in his own mind, and we’re right here... in his bedroom...’
Before she could process the crushing weight of that thought, a massive, warm presence loomed behind her. Rex didn’t give her a second to breathe.
His large, tanned arms wrapped around her waist like iron bands, pulling her back against the firm, muscular planes of his chest. "There’s no use testing my flaw of magic!"
"What the fuck are you thinking about by still calling for him?" Rex mocked, his voice a low vibration against her spine. "He fucking can’t hear you, Mireya."
"He’s gone... deep into his dream where I control it so that he’ll enjoy more dates with you there..." Rex grinned. "Right now... He’s nothing but a shell right now... ready to hear our lovemaking session."
Suddenly, his hands moved with aggressive, practiced ease. He reached around, his large palms squeezing her breasts with a bruising force.
"Wha—"
Even through the fabric of her clothing, the sensation was overwhelming. He began to pinch and roll her nipples through the material, his movements rough and demanding, treating her body like a prize he was already halfway through consuming.
"I wanted you to realize... that Apollo... he is no good as a man..." Rex licks her earlobe. "The truth is already right in front of your eyes... Aisella... Talyra... and even Nerith are leaving him..."
"They’re coming to the real man... which was me."
