Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

A flicker of irritation crossed her face and her once-tranquil expression turned into one of mild displeasure.

"Oh, I wasn't pretending, Nyx."

Her voice was smooth but there was an unmistakable undercurrent of annoyance in it.

"Why are you so angry at me when I'm simply enjoying my time? I don't recall inviting you here."@@novelbin@@

She tilted her head slightly and a playful glint appeared in her cerulean eyes before her lips curled into a smirk.

"You came here of your own volition, so why don't you keep that attitude of yours tucked into those giant cow titties of yours?" Discover stories at My Virtual Library Empire

The words were laced with mockery yet Isha's expression remained composed as if she were merely testing the waters.

But instead of the fiery reaction she had anticipated and had been waiting to see, Nyx did something unexpected.

She placed her hands on her chest and gently squeezed her ample bosom through her flexible black armor as a look of contemplation crossed her face.

"Are they really that big? Will he not like them? But he was clearly very excited that day..."

Nyx muttered the words softly and seemed to be lost in deep thought and oblivious to Isha's reaction.

Isha's smug satisfaction disappeared in an instant.

Her mind blanked as the words buzzed in her head like an explosion.

Her once-pleasant relaxation was completely forgotten and her previous smugness was replaced with sheer disbelief.

Just as Nyx was about to continue, she sensed movement.

Before she could react, Isha had already closed the distance between them and appeared in front of her so suddenly that an ordinary person would have been left reeling from shock.

Gripping Nyx's shoulders, Isha shook her vigorously as her cerulean eyes brimmed with immense curiosity and excitement.

"Who is 'he' ?!! Tell me, Nyx! You have to tell me, or I swear I won't let you leave today!"

Nyx who was initially unfazed, soon grew exasperated as Isha's hold on her shoulders tightened.

Their bodies were so close in the air that their breasts pressed together and this prompted Nyx to raise a hand and place it firmly against Isha's chest.

With a gentle push, she sent Isha flying back at least ten meters into the air right before the towering waterfall.

"First of all, you don't need to be so close to me," Nyx stated dryly.

"And second, I have no idea what you're talking about. Who is this he?"

She feigned innocence as her expression was cool and unreadable.

Isha who was now floating effortlessly in the air crossed her arms beneath her barely concealed ample chest and smirked.

"Heh. You can't lie to me, Nyx. Don't even try. I already see what's going on. You might as well tell me now, or I will find out on my own."

She tilted her head slightly and her expression was one of sheer amusement but Nyx met her gaze with an impassive stare.

A flicker of discomfort passed through her eyes but she remained silent.

This isn't over.

The same thought crossed both of their minds as tense lightning seemed to flicker in the space where their golden and cerulean gazes clashed.

Nyx then turned away and ignoring Isha, descended into the meadow. She looked around and choosing a spot in her mind, she landed gracefully on the soft grass.

She stood beside the deep blue pond where a tall willow tree swayed in the wind.

Below the swaying willow tree, a beautiful green pavilion stood before her. It was draped in lush green vines and their tendrils weaved intricate patterns around the wooden structure.

Light violet flowers bloomed along the vines as their petals swayed gently in the breeze.

A swing suspended by sturdy ropes moved in a slow rhythmic motion as if guided by the whispering wind. Nestled beneath the grand willow tree, the pavilion overlooked a serene blue pond.

The contrast between its stillness and the thunderous cascading waterfall that framed the meadow was striking.

It was a place of contradictions as it seemed tranquil yet powerful. It was hidden in a close spot yet was breathtaking at the same time.

For a fleeting moment, Nyx felt a tinge of jealousy toward Isha's lair. It was unlike anything she had ever seen and was an untouched paradise that defied reason.

No one would believe her if she spoke of a sanctuary like this that was hidden within the legendary Lifespring Falls of the Bloom Haven Continent.

It felt surreal as though fate itself had gifted Isha this sacred place.

Shaking her head, Nyx dismissed her wandering thoughts. She stepped toward the swing and lowered herself onto it.

As she rested on the swing and gazed at the shimmering lotuses floating atop the pond's surface, the tension from her long journey melted away.

The serenity of the place wrapped around her like a comforting embrace but it was fleeting. Her mind inevitably drifted back to Ethan's sleeping figure.

Her mood darkened. The peaceful moment was sudden;y shattered by the gnawing worry in her heart.

Unbeknownst to her, Isha had landed nearby and stood beneath the willow tree.

She crossed her hands under her full chest and observed the Nyx's swinging figure with an unreadable expression

"I need your help, Isha," Nyx finally said but this time her voice was steady and laced with urgency. Though her voice reached Isha, she didn't turn to face her.

Isha remained silent for a moment and studied her carefully before she responded in a soft voice this time without any previous arrogance or teasing tone she had earlier.

"What is it, little sister?"

At those words registered in her ears, something within Nyx cracked.

Her golden eyes which had been hardened by burdens and worry softened as emotion welled up in them.

The habitual coldness and pride within them seemed to have taken a backseat for a moment as Nyx was overwhelmed by emotion.

Tears pooled at the edges of her eyes and threatened to fall down her cheeks.