Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

She settled onto her bum with a slight sigh as her sharp senses were finally appeased

Ethan gave a small, amused smile at her reflexive reactions.

Without saying a word, he extended his arms toward her in an inviting gesture.

For a beat, Velcy stared at him.

Then, like a switch being flipped, her expression melted into joy, and a bright smile spread across her face.

In one fluid motion, she dove into his arms and wrapped herself around him with the affection and familiarity of someone who had longed for comfort all this time.

He patted her head while his fingers threaded gently through her silken gray hair and then trailed down the smooth curve of her back.

He could feel the delicate warmth of her skin beneath the thin fabric of her night dress.

She clung to him with her arms winding around his neck with a possessiveness that sent a quiet thrill through him.

Her nose nuzzled into the hollow of his collarbone, and she inhaled deeply.

She could feel his familiar scent, which was a mix of his unique manly smell and the smell of soap and flowers.

It filled her senses and made her pulse flutter like a trapped bird.

At this moment, she wore only a flimsy one-piece, and the material did little to conceal the soft and budding curves of her body.

Ethan could tell that her breasts were still modest yet undeniable as they had blossomed into a C-cup.

The realization sent an unexpected jolt through him and a flicker of awareness he quickly smothered.

She is fourteen or maybe fifteen. My little Velcy is not so little anymore.

But this thought didn't make him hungry or lustful as he was mature enough with perfect self control.

He exercised restraint and didn't grab her breasts that were pressing onto his chest, as he wasn't about to rush this.

With Velcy, everything had to unfold naturally and seamlessly.

Then her sweet and trembling voice broke the silence between them,

"Big Brother Ethan…"

Her voice was a breath against his skin and was barely audible while it trembled with something between fear and longing.

"I-I want to… do the t-thing you do with Elder Sister Virelle."

Her face was red, and her voice was stuttering as she said this to him.

For a moment, Ethan's eyes widened in shock as he suddenly thought,

Did she witness my lovemaking with Virelle?

He was having this thought, as this was the only plausible explanation he could come up with at this moment.

On looking into her eyes, he had a bad feeling, and he asked her with a twitching face,

"What does my sweet little Velcy mean? Would she care to tell her big brother about it?"

He asked her in a doting manner, as he was intelligent enough not to hurt her feelings.

Inwardly, though, he prayed constantly in his mind as he hoped for his assumption to be wrong.

He couldn't imagine a scenario where his Velcy had been hiding in the dark and with wide eyes, she was witnessing his first raw and unfiltered lovemaking session with Virelle.

The embarrassment was real and this was the first time in his life that he had felt such a thing.

Guess I am not a liberal or exhibitionist type of person, who likes others to witness their intimate moments.

She fidgeted and her fingers twisted in the hem of her dress.

"I-I mean… the thing y-you do with her… many times in the day."

Listening to her, he let out a heavy sigh of relief inwardly and felt as if a weight had been lifted from his chest.

So she didn't witness anything.

Ethan felt that her words were a small mercy to his anxious heart.

However, his moment of peace was short-lived.

His brows twitched as he suddenly paused and mentally berated himself while giving his own mind a metaphorical smack.

Of course, she couldn't have peeked. How could he forget the inn's enchantments?

There were strict magical restrictions that limited room entry to only two individuals.

And even if by some miracle she had managed to sneak in, his senses would have detected her the moment she so much as exhaled.

How could he let himself spiral into paranoia just from her innocent words?

A silent laugh echoed in his mind and was tinged with self-mockery.

Sometimes, even someone as composed as he could act like a flustered child.

He turned his gaze back to Velcy, whose delicate face was partially hidden beneath the soft fall of her gray bangs.

Her downcast eyes shifted nervously, and the way her fingers fidgeted at the hem of her dress only deepened the gentle amusement in his heart.

A warm smile slowly bloomed on his lips and he was touched with her affection and curiosity.

Leaning closer, he brought his lips near her ear and whispered in his smooth and almost playful voice,

"Explain it clearly, Velcy. Your Big Brother is all confused here."

His warm breath brushed her ear, and she instinctively shivered slightly in response.

Velcy hesitated, and her eyes met his in a moment that stretched into something more than just a glance.

For a split second, she looked panicked like a child caught red-handed.

But just as quickly, her expression steadied and a quiet fire of determination lit up within her moonlit gaze.

Raising her hand slowly, she touched her lips with two trembling fingers.

The action was hesitant as though she were navigating a world both familiar and foreign.

The moment she did, Ethan's gaze was drawn and unconsciously locked on her parted red lips.

The air around them seemed to grow denser and became filled with an unnamed tension.

Suddenly, as if jolted by an invisible force, her entire presence shifted.

Her gray hair shimmered and turned to glistening silvery white and reflected the moonlight that filtered through the curtains.

With a soft pop, her white fluffy cat ears flicked out from her hair.