Chapter 507: Glimpse Into The Cruel Future
[A/N: Hello, everyone. This Chapter might be a bit cruel, and it may leave some of you feeling worried after reading it. But don’t worry—I won’t be writing Chapters like this very often. I’ll do my best to keep them as rare as possible. I know Chapters like this tend to make readers restless, wondering what will happen next. I hope you enjoy the Chapter! ]
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A massive, ancient magic circle bloomed beneath them.
Its violet runes pulsing across the chamber floor like living veins. The crystal orb ignited in a deep, blood-red glow.
Amanda’s eyes remained open, locked onto the sphere.
Her violet irises brightened until they shone with ethereal light. Ancient, guttural words flowed from her lips in a low, rhythmic chant. The magic circle flared brighter in response, bathing both women in shimmering violet light.
Nyxariel felt a powerful pull on her consciousness. The world around her dissolved as her mind slipped free from her body and plunged into the vision.
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She found herself floating, bodiless, in an unfamiliar luxurious chamber. Mana lamps cast a warm golden glow from every corner.
Cold night breeze drifted through open windows, gently swaying heavy silk curtains.
And there he was. A young man leaned against the far wall.
His messy black hair, fair smooth skin, and those haunting black void-like eyes were unmistakable. He stood at 5’’9 feet, looking visibly nervous. His posture was tense.
’Amon.’ Nyxariel thought.
’So my guess was right, the blood really belongs to Amon.’
But then she froze. What made Nyxariel’s breath catch was the woman standing in front of him.
’That’s me?’
The future version of Nyxariel towered over him. Since she was nearly 6’’5 feet tall.
Her powerful, toned athletic body radiating strength.
Her pink-rose hair cascaded down her back, two crimson horns curving elegantly from her head. Slightly tanned skin glowed under the lamplight. She wore a loose white blouse. While several upper buttons undone.
The open neckline plunged daringly low, revealing a deep, generous valley of smooth, slightly tanned cleavage.
Her massive, round breasts strained against the thin material, rising and falling with each breath, the soft inner curves fully inviting.
Below, the blouse, she wore tight dark pants that clung lovingly to her powerful legs, the fabric stretching taut over her thick muscular thighs.
The fabric of her trouser firmly covered her big shapely ass.
Her right hand pressed against the wall beside Amon’s head, caging him in. She leaned close, pink eyes with vertical slits half-lidded in hunger.
There was a confident smirk playing on her lips.
"Y-Your Majesty... this is wrong... I... I have—"
Before he could finish, future Nyxariel claimed his mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
"Mmph!!"
Amon’s eyes widened. He tried to pull back, but she was far taller and stronger.
Her full lips pressed firmly against his, sucking and teasing before her tongue slipped past his parted lips.
"Hmm~"
She explored his mouth with heated passion. The kiss was slow at first then turning into hungry. It felt like she was desperately waiting for this movement.
’What the—?! What are you doing, you crazy woman?!’ the real Nyxariel screamed internally, mortified. She had no body in this vision. She was nothing but a helpless, floating observer.
’This can’t be me! I would never—!’
Yet the vision continued mercilessly.
Amon’s resistance gradually melted. His hands twitched at his sides before finally rising to grip her waist.
When the future Demon Queen finally pulled back, a thin, glistening string of saliva connected their lips.
Both were breathing heavily.
Future Nyxariel had flushed cheeks while looking at Amon.
"Why...? I have someone I—" Amon tried to spoke.
But she silenced him again with another fierce kiss, pulling him into a tight embrace.
She had bend forward while pulling Amon into hug. Her two soft mounds pressed against his chest.
Then with effortless strength, she guided him backward toward the large king-sized bed and pushed him down.
Amon’s back hit the soft mattress.
Before he could recover, Nyxariel straddled his hips, her thick, powerful thighs settling heavily on either side of him.
She now sat over his groin area.
’N-no...please no!’ while the real Nyxariel tried her best to not look at that. But she simply couldn’t. She had no body, by which she could turn around or cover her eyes.
Her future version looked down on Amon. Then slowly rolled her hips teasingly.
Her firm ass was grinding against his groin with sensual movements. Her ass cheeks jiggled gently with her each movements.
"Ahh~ Stop it, Nyx..." Amon groaned, voice strained with conflicted desire.
"Hmm?" She tilted her head, smirking down at him. "Why should I?"
Her fingers moved to the remaining buttons of her blouse.
One by one, she undid them and shrugged the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall. Her massive, round breasts strained against a black bra.
The deep cleavage even more prominent now. She leaned forward, planting both hands on either side of his head, her soft heavy mounds hanging like ripe fruit just above his face.
’Hey! Crazy woman! What the hell are you doing?!’ The real Nyxariel’s burned with utter shame.
’This is not me! The Demon Queen would never act so shamelessly with a human boy!’
"Want to touch them?" the future Nyxariel purred, voice low and seductive. "Or maybe... suck on them? You can do whatever you want, Amon."
She shook her breasts as they jiggle and moved like pendulums. They were inviting Amon to touch them
Amon’s breathing grew ragged. His arms suddenly wrapped around her back, pulling her down. He buried his face between her massive breasts, inhaling her scent.
"Ahhh~ That’s it, baby~" she moaned, voice thick with pleasure and delight as she arched into him.
Amon kiss and bite lightly on her softness.
"Ahhh~"
Crack
Crack
The entire vision began to fracture like shattering glass.
The chamber, the bed, and their entangled bodies crumbled away into glowing shards.
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"What—?!"
Nyxariel gasped sharply as her consciousness slammed back into her body.
Her pink eyes snapped open wide, cheeks burning a deep. It was shade of crimson because of the humiliation she was feeling.
Her heart hammered wildly in her chest. She could still feel the phantom heat of that kiss, the weight of her own thighs straddling him, the shameless moan that had left her future self’s lips.
Amanda watched her with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused.
Nyxariel pulled her hands away from the now-dim orb as if it had burned her.
She pressed a hand to her flushed face. She tried to regain her usual regal composure but failed.
"That... That was not me," she muttered hoarsely. Her voice laced with disbelief and embarrassment.
"There must be some mistake. I would never... with a human student... like that..."
Yet the vivid images refused to leave her mind. Her own body pressing down on Amon, the hunger in her eyes, the way she had moaned so shamelessly.
Amanda’s lips curved into a knowing smile.
"Well?" the witch asked lightly. "It seems like you. Care to tell me what you saw, Your Majesty?"
Nyxariel shot her a glare, but the deep blush on her slightly tanned cheeks betrayed her completely.
"Come on, tell me—"
Cough!!
Before Amanda could finish her sentence, a mouthful of blood burst from her lips.
Nyxariel’s embarrassed expression vanished instantly. She rushed forward and caught Amanda before she could lose her balance.
"Are you alright?"
"Cough... cough... Yes..." Amanda replied between coughs, struggling to steady her breathing. A thin trail of blood continued to trickle from the corner of her mouth.
"This... seems to be the backlash of the spell."
Nyxariel frowned.
"I suppose that’s understandable. You just forced yourself to glimpse the future."
Amanda wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand before giving a weak smile.
"Perhaps."
Nyxariel looked at her with concern. "Is it dangerous? I mean... this backlash. Is there a price you have to pay?"
Amanda remained silent for a moment before shaking her head. "No... I don’t think it’s anything too severe."
She lowered her gaze.
"It might have consumed a portion of my life force. But since I have long lifespan... I’ll be fine."
Nyxariel gently patted her back.
"You should get some rest. We can talk tomorrow."
Amanda nodded.
"Alright."
A mischievous smile slowly returned to her face.
"But I’m still incredibly curious about what you saw. What kind of future could make you react like that?"
A faint blush immediately returned to Nyxariel’s cheeks.
"Just... shut up."
She looked away.
"Go find one of the empty rooms in the palace and get some rest."
Amanda chuckled despite the blood still staining her lips.
"Sure. Hehe..."
With a ripple of mana, her figure vanished from the room. The orb on table also vanished with her.
Silence returned.
Nyxariel remained alone in the spacious chamber. She slowly sat back down on the sofa.
With a gentle snap of her fingers, the drops of blood scattered across the floor evaporated into thin air.
The room fell completely silent once more.
Nyxariel leaned back, her golden eyes unfocused as the images from the vision replayed again and again inside her mind.
Her hands slowly clenched into fists. Her body trembled ever so slightly.
"No..."
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"That... will never happen."
She closed her eyes. The horrifying future she had witnessed. Every scene remained vividly etched into her memory.
She slowly opened her eyes again.
There was no longer shame in her eyes, rather they were filled unwavering determination.
"Now that I know the future... I won’t allow that fate to come to pass. No matter what it takes. I will change that cruel and shameful future."
But then the image of her kissing Amon surfaced in her mind once again.
"NOOO!!"
She screamed, as her voice echoed in her chamber.
It seemed like she wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight.
