Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re)

Third Person's POV

Meanwhile, they finished bathing and redressing together in a shared silence as an unspoken understanding softened the air between them.

And Ethan, who was ever the meticulous one, ensured that not a single trace of their earlier passion remained in the room.

Afterward, he exited quietly together with Virelle and leaving her in the corridor, he made his way to the other room.

Upon entering, he saw Velcy nearly dressed with her front turned to him.

She was clad only in silky white undergarments, while her youthful figure bathed in the soft light pouring through the curtains.

Seeing that his current soft penis twitched ever so slightly, especially on seeing her pure and unblemished body.

She was simply so breathtaking.

Velcy sensed the shift in the atmosphere.

Her shoulders tensed for a second, but when she recognized his presence, she relaxed.

However, sensing his intense and burning gaze upon her budding breasts covered by her white bra and her forbidden place hidden behind her white panties, all her calmness went up in smoke, and she started blushing furiously with happiness and shyness.

But despite all this, Ethan controlled himself, and she also didn't say anything and continued to dress while Ethan looked at her.

After she finally dressed herself, Ethan stepped forward with a softened expression on his face.

Without a word, he reached out and placed his hand gently on her scarred cheek and brushed his thumbs over them with the tenderness only he ever gave her.

Gradually, he bent down and kissed her red and expectant lips softly.

Velcy's heart skipped a beat and then another.

Her breathing quickened, and in a blink, her silvery white hair cascaded down while her fluffy white cat ears popped out atop her head.

She had shifted fully into her white cat form as she was unable to hold back the instinctive reaction of pure emotion.

She blinked up at him with wide and glowing ice blue eyes that brimmed with affection and awe.

But rather than deepening the moment, Ethan pulled away with a calm and knowing smile on his lips.

"It's time to continue our journey, Velcy."

She nodded and biting her lower lip shyly, she clutched the fabric of her dress as if to ground herself in reality.

Then he leaned in again with his warm breath against her twitching cat ears as he whispered into them,

"And remember what I told you last night, not a word to Elder Sister Virelle about what we did last night."

Velcy's ears twitched, and a secretive smile curved on her lips.

She nodded again, and this time slower as if savoring the thrill of keeping their shared moment hidden.

A rush of excitement coursed through her, and it was something new and exhilarating she couldn't quite name.

Ethan was satisfied with her response, and taking her hand gently in his, he led her out of the room.

As they stepped into the hallway, they were met by Virelle, who had been waiting patiently while being lost in her own worrying thoughts.

But the moment she turned and saw them, her eyes locked onto Velcy and something in her expression shifted.

Velcy's radiant smile, the flush still dusting her cheeks, and the dreamy way she looked up at Ethan… It was all too familiar.

Too familiar for Virelle to ignore as she looked at him the same way secretly.

Even though she had tried to ignore Velcy's growing closeness to Ethan as it was something that felt a little more than normal companionship, she couldn't brush it aside anymore.

It was subtle but it had been building up and now it was right in front of her and impossible to miss.

And seeing Velcy like that, with her eyes soft and face slightly flushed as she looked at Ethan, something clicked in her mind.

Her earlier hesitation melted away like fog clearing after sunrise and was replaced by a quiet realization.

But what if it is Velcy?

She hadn't been fond of the girl when they first met, as Velcy had seemingly been randomly chosen as Ethan's Heartshadow.

But over time, those rough edges had softened.

Now, she didn't have those same doubts.

In fact, she had even come to like Velcy in a strange and quiet way, as if she were a younger sister, though she never said it out loud or acted like it either.

Thinking back to her earlier doubts and then catching the look on Velcy's face that was gentle and full of warmth when she watched Ethan, she couldn't stop that unwilling but honest thought that crept into her head.

I wouldn't have accepted it if it were anyone else, but if it's Velcy… maybe I can. Only for Ethan's sake, for his happiness and peace of mind.

She let out a small sigh that was not loud but deep enough that she felt it in her chest.

A weight had been lifted off her chest, but it left something behind, too.

Maybe it was sadness.

The thought of sharing Ethan—her Ethan—with someone else hurt more than she expected but it wasn't dramatic or unbearable, just… sad.

Still, she knew it wasn't anyone's or his fault. If anything, this happened because of who he was.

His skill in magic was unmatched, his thoughts were always thoughtful and grounded, and when it came to being a man, he never fell short, and remembering its proof in the way he had ravaged her the previous night and this morning, her face flushed with shyness.

His little prince... it always surprises me. So full of energy every single time.

The thought made her blush, and she looked away while trying to steady her expression, though failing miserably.

And Ethan, who had been watching her, was a little puzzled.

Her emotions had been bouncing all over the place from surprise, understanding, sadness, and now a sudden wave of shyness.

He raised an eyebrow slightly in a confused and curious manner as she avoided his eyes.