Chapitre 29: My Wife is Furious

Dante was about to reach his home, the mansion where he spent his entire childhood and trained with his mother when he got close to the gate and felt that something was wrong. The warm atmosphere disappeared. Dante exited the carriage and saw Skyla approaching as the weather worsened; she was in a bad mood.

"Master Dante," Skyla said with a serious look, "Calm that monster."

Dante looked into her eyes and then turned to the grand mansion in front of him. "Report," he said, and Skyla began to recount what had happened.

"Lord Dante left in the morning on that day to head towards the Witch's continent. Since then, Lady Valentina has been having fits," Skyla replied, looking towards the window where Valentina's office would be.

"But that was just the beginning. She started to stay away from the mansion, stopped calling us, and then she had a fit after a few months," Skyla said, then turned to look at a side Dante hadn't seen.

"That happened some time ago," Skyla pointed to a location. When Dante turned, he saw a mountain open in a circle, as if energy had struck it, creating a perfect circle, splitting the mountain into a hollow.

Dante wanted to try to understand what was happening. He put his hand on his face, covering his eyes, but when he opened them, he remembered the Ring of the Solar Twilight. Dante felt unwell for a while, and soon the conclusions made sense. A beam of fury emerged from his mother's office.

'She noticed my presence.' Dante swallowed hard while trying to think of a way to calm her.

"Dante Scarlet. Explain yourself immediately." Dante heard the roar of a woman coming into his mind, not just him, but everyone began to fall to their knees and suffocate with so much pressure. Dante had felt this before, but it was on a much smaller scale. He fell to the ground and began to lose consciousness when he closed and opened his eyes again.

He saw a woman sitting on a throne of severed heads, looking at him like a dragon would look at an ant. 'She is really angry...' Dante thought as he focused on using his aura to protect himself. He managed to deny part of the burden, stood up, and went towards the mansion while the staff returned to their normal state. The pressure disappeared when Dante managed to endure it.

He climbed the stairs and saw an oak wooden door; he was going to open it, but quickly hesitated and stepped back. At the moment he did that, he saw Gungnir pierce through the door, almost hitting his head.

"Dante," Valentina said with eyes as dark as the abyss; Dante could feel the possessiveness coming from her. Dante looked serious at her, both staring at each other, and Dante gave in.

"Judging by your reaction, you already know," Dante said as he approached the woman.

"And you must know the consequences of betraying me," Valentina said, summoning Gungnir into her hands.

Dante didn't give her space and appeared in front of Valentina, hugging her very tightly. "So cute," Dante said as he closed his eyes and smiled.

Valentina was taken aback; she wanted to say something, but it caught her completely off guard. "Cute?" Valentina said seriously.

"Yes, the cutest in the world," as Dante caressed Valentina's back and buried his face in her breasts, he was still around 1.55 meters tall.

Valentina was confused, strange, and above all embarrassed; no one had ever called her cute. Dante realized this while watching the reactions of the Supreme Monstrosity, like a little girl, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, my wife is so cute," Dante said as he let go of Valentina and looked into her eyes. "I'm really lucky to have such a good wife. Hahaha," he laughed.

Valentina didn't know how to react. She really was his "wife," but her feelings were still confusing, and the ritual usually led her to be attracted to him, but it didn't mean it was really "REAL," especially with Dante always calling her mother, which distanced her and reminded her of reality. But now? She was lost.

Dante approached her and pushed her onto the small sofa in the room, leaving her quite vulnerable. Dante got close enough to feel the redhead's breath, then connected their lips. But this time was different; he began to use his tongue more while enveloping the redhead in a passionate kiss.

For more than five minutes, the only thing that could be heard from inside the room were wet and suction noises through the hallways.

Valentina could no longer resist, but her mind returned with her pride. She was the strongest! She pushed him off her while panting. Both were very breathless, and even the older woman was exhausted from such an act, but what was making her uncomfortable was what she felt running between her legs. She knew exactly what she wanted but didn't give in.

"You haven't explained yourself," Valentina said after recovering.

"What do you want me to explain? I just did what I wanted," Dante replied while straightening his wrinkled clothes.

"That's not what I meant," Valentina said again angrily.

"I just claimed what was mine. Morgana is mine," Dante replied while looking at Valentina possessively and added, "Just like you, both are mine."

Valentina was perplexed again; today was a very surprising day. She never thought something like this would happen, and that she would be feeling like this.

"I know you're jealous, but I love both of you," Dante replied while looking at Valentina and said again.

"You are my first woman, my first kiss. My first everything," Dante said possessively.

"Blame yourself for throwing me into the wolf's den; you're to blame for making me want both of you like this," Dante said, approaching the woman and grabbing the red strands of hair he loved so much.

"Blame yourself for wanting you to be my empress forever," Dante replied with a gaze compared to an abyss.

Valentina's feelings were in turmoil, torn between confusion, embarrassment, and a strange sense of attraction. Dante's boldness and possessiveness were overwhelming, and she found herself unable to resist.

Dante continued his advances, pushing Valentina back onto the sofa. He got close enough to feel her breath before connecting their lips once more. This time, the kiss was even more intense, with Dante exploring every inch of Valentina's mouth.

The passionate exchange continued, creating an electric atmosphere in the room. Dante's actions left Valentina both flustered and intrigued, her emotions a chaotic mix of desire and confusion.

As the intense moment unfolded, Dante's hands roamed Valentina's body, and the room echoed with the sound of their entwined passion. The older woman couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry between them, despite the unusual circumstances.

Eventually, Dante broke the kiss, leaving Valentina breathless and disoriented. He looked into her eyes with a mixture of affection and mischief.

"I love you, Valentina Scarlet. You're mine, just as Morgana is. I won't let go," Dante declared, his words hanging in the air.

Valentina, still caught in the whirlwind of emotions, didn't offer an immediate response. The complexities of her feelings and the sudden turn of events left her in a state of vulnerability.

Dante, unfazed, continued to express his affection and claimed ownership of both women in his life. The room remained charged with tension and desire as the unusual dynamics between them unfolded.

The events of that day marked a significant shift in the relationships within the Scarlet mansion, introducing a new dimension of intimacy and complexity. As Dante navigated the intricate web of emotions, he seemed determined to assert his dominance and secure the bonds that tied him to Valentina and Morgana.

The consequences of that day's revelations would undoubtedly echo through the lives of Dante, Valentina, and Morgana, shaping the course of their intertwined destinies.