Chapter 567: Arcadia, The First Planet In All Creation (XLV)
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The next day arrived quickly.
It was late afternoon, only thirty minutes before the grand banquet was set to begin.
Aestrea stood in front of the full-length mirror in his penthouse bedroom, adjusting the cuffs of his sharp black suit.
For the first time since entering this illusory world, he truly took a moment to study his reflection.
He looked exactly like he did in his very first life.
Short, neatly styled brown hair framed a face with striking high cheekbones and a sharp, defined jawline that gave him an effortlessly handsome and commanding presence.
His eyes were a beautiful, vivid green, intense and piercing, the kind that could hold a room’s attention without effort.
His skin was clear and smooth, and his overall features carried a refined, aristocratic edge mixed with a subtle rugged charm that had made him one of the most sought-after actors in this world.
The black suit he wore was perfectly tailored, hugging his athletic frame in all the right places.
The jacket was sleek with subtle satin lapels, the white dress shirt underneath crisp and fitted, and a slim black tie completed the look.
A silver watch sat elegantly on his wrist, and the subtle scent of his cologne lingered in the air. He looked every bit the untouchable superstar, powerful, mysterious, and devastatingly attractive.
Aestrea adjusted his tie one last time, nodding in quiet approval.
Then, a knock echoed from the front door.
Before he could even move to answer it, he heard the distinct sound of a key sliding into the lock. The door clicked open smoothly.
Standing there, framed by the doorway, was a stunning, mature-looking woman.
She was gorgeous in a way that commanded attention the moment she entered a room.
Though her demeanor and elegance made her appear to be in her mid-thirties, her skin was flawless and radiant, even glowing, and without any trace of aging.
Her face was perfectly defined, with high cheekbones, full lips painted in a deep crimson, and sharp, intelligent eyes that held a mix of authority and seduction.
Her long, dark hair was styled in elegant waves that cascaded over one shoulder.
She wore a luxurious gown dress in a shimmering diamond color, the fabric hugging her curvaceous figure like a second skin.
The dress featured a daringly high slit along one leg, revealing smooth, toned skin.
Her breasts were prominently propped up, creating a deep and enticing cleavage that the neckline of the gown only enhanced.
Gold earrings dangled from her ears, catching the light with every subtle movement and adding to her sophisticated, powerful aura.
It was none other than Vespera Lang, the Enchantress herself.
Aestrea’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took in the sight of her standing in his apartment like she owned the place.
"...Why the fuck do you have the key for my apartment?" he couldn’t help but ask, his voice low and laced with irritation.
Vespera stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, the slit in her dress revealing a generous flash of leg as she moved.
She closed the door behind her with a soft click, then turned to face him with a calm, amused smile.
"Perks of being your boss, darling," she replied smoothly, her voice rich and seductive.
"I had it made a long time ago. You didn’t really think I’d let my most valuable asset live without a way for me to reach him, did you?"
She took a few steps closer, her eyes slowly trailing over his suited figure with open appreciation.
"You clean up well," she added, her lips curving into a knowing smirk.
"The suit suits you... almost as much as I do."
"...Fuck." Aestrea exhaled through his nose, already feeling the headache of dealing with her beginning to form.
Vespera stepped closer, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor.
She reached up and gently adjusted his collar with careful fingers, smoothing the fabric as if it were a personal touch only she was allowed to give.
"Are you ready?" she asked, her voice low and sultry, her eyes meeting his with that signature mix of command and invitation.
Aestrea raised an eyebrow, his green eyes calm and confident.
"I was born ready."
He walked past her without another word, grabbing his phone from the counter and stuffing it into his pocket. He stopped by the door, turning to look at her expectantly.
"We’re going or not?"
Vespera’s lips curled into a slow, delighted smile.
She walked toward him with deliberate grace, her heels clacking against the floor with each confident step. As she passed him, her perfume that smelled rich, expensive, and intoxicating, lingered in the air.
Aestrea closed and locked the door behind them before following her down to the private garage.
There, parked in its reserved spot, was a stunning Lamborghini Veneno.
The car was a masterpiece of sleek black and sharp angles, exuding raw power and luxury. Aestrea’s eyes immediately went to the license plate.
AXV143
The meaning was fucking obvious.
Aestrea couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle as he approached her.
Vespera leaned casually against the side of the car, arms crossed under her chest, pushing her already impressive cleavage up even more.
"...AXV143?" he teased, stopping close enough to look down at her.
"Didn’t think you were such a romantic, huh?"
Vespera looked up at him with a delighted expression, her lips curving into a playful smirk as she crossed her arms tighter.
"Well..."
Thump!
Before she could finish her words, Aestrea stepped forward, placed his hands on her waist, and lifted her effortlessly onto the hood of the Lamborghini.
The car’s sleek surface gleamed under the garage lights as he pressed her back against it.
Vespera let out a surprised but pleased gasp.
He leaned in and kissed her lips firmly, one hand sliding to the back of her neck to hold her in place.
The kiss was deep and possessive, his tongue sliding against hers with actual hunger.
"Mmmph~!"
Her eyes widened in surprise for a split second before narrowing in delight.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, extending her neck upward to meet him more eagerly, her body arching against the car.
The kiss lasted several long, heated seconds.
Then Aestrea pulled back abruptly, breaking the kiss. A thin string of saliva connected their lips for a moment before snapping.
Vespera frowned slightly, her lips still parted and glistening.
Aestrea licked his own lips slowly, tasting the faint trace of her lipstick.
"Did you fall in love with me already?" he teased lightly.
"You even put on the lipstick I mentioned that I liked."
Vespera stared at him for a moment, then let out a soft, amused laugh, her arms still loosely around his neck.
"You’re impossible," she murmured, though her eyes sparkled with clear desire for more. Unfortunately, they couldn’t even try to get a quick fuck.
The banquet location was exactly 20 minutes away, and both of them lasted way longer than that.
"And yes... I remembered."
She pulled him back in for another quick, teasing kiss before gently pushing him back so she could slide off the hood of the car.
"Come on," she said, smoothing her gown. "We have a banquet to attend. And you’re going to be the most envied man in the room tonight."
Aestrea smirked and opened the passenger door for her, watching as she slid into the seat with elegant grace.
Then, he slid into the driver’s seat of the Lamborghini Veneno, the engine roaring to life with a deep, powerful growl as he pressed the start button.
Before he could even shift into gear, Vespera gracefully lifted her long, toned legs and draped them across his thighs, her high heels dangling slightly as she leaned back in the passenger seat.
He didn’t say a word.
Instead, he simply started driving, one hand on the wheel while his right hand reached down to her legs, touching them greedily.
His fingers traced the smooth, silky skin of her thigh where the gown’s slit revealed it, squeezing and caressing with open appreciation.
Truly a divine work of art.
Her legs were long, perfectly shaped, and incredibly soft to the touch, firm yet yielding, like they had been sculpted by the gods themselves.
The way they felt under his palm was addictive, warm and smooth, with just the right amount of muscle tone beneath the silky skin.
"Hah~" Vespera let out a soft, comfortable moan, her face flushing slightly as his fingers continued their greedy exploration.
She didn’t stop him. If anything, she shifted her legs a little closer, giving him better access.
Aestrea drove well above the speed limit, the Lamborghini cutting through the city streets like a black shadow.
The fifteen-minute drive felt even shorter as his hand never left her thigh, squeezing, stroking, and occasionally sliding higher beneath the slit of her gown.
They finally arrived at the banquet location, the only 7-star hotel in the entire state. The building was a towering masterpiece of luxury, its glass and gold facade gleaming under the evening lights.
"That president must be really rich, huh?" Aestrea mumbled as he pulled up to the valet.
"To even rent this whole hotel..."
"Rent?" Vespera suddenly laughed.
"He owns it."
Aestrea raised an eyebrow.
"He owns this?"
"Yeah..." she replied, still smiling. "He bought it just to celebrate his daughter’s future birthdays so he wouldn’t have the work of renting again and again."
Hearing this, Aestrea sucked in a cold breath.
"The world of the rich is truly different," he shook his head.
"Pfft... let’s go already," Vespera said, her voice playful. "That president said that he wanted to meet you badly."
Aestrea nodded and extended his arm toward her. Vespera smiled, gracefully taking it as they walked toward the hotel’s entrance
