Bab 26: Chapter 26: Vincent's Path!

Countless monsters and daemons clad in black plated armour surrounded me. These were my people! My lovers and dear comrades. We fought for hours non-stop to protect everything we loved and gain our freedom!

I reached out to the veiled woman beside me to caress her face. We finally rid the continent of those wretched dungeons.

But despite that, the gods couldn't stand our victory! A cruel flash of light shot from the sky and covered our world in a white flame.

Right before my eyes, I watched my lovers and comrades burned to ashes! The kingdom we had built together crumbled in a moment.

However, at the end. She pushed me away. Her golden hair floated on the edge of my vision before oblivion fell onto her. I could only scream in my heart, as no words would come from my cracked, bloody lips.

My eyes spotted a giant phoenix charge towards me, its body burst in to flames as if to burn everything to cinder. It felt like the phoenix called me his child, but my mind faded too fast. Only the loss of my dear women remained.

'If it means seeing you all again, I'll kill the gods a thousand times.'

(??? POV end)

*Chirp*

Vincent awoke with a bang. His head throbbed in pain as his dream faded. He felt his cheek to find many dried tears. His hand dropped to his side as the birds outside his slightly ajar window flew away.

The morning sun blared through his window as he covered his face and jumped off his bed without clothes. He looked at the crude mirror placed in the corner of his room. His hair now had more red tints, five crimson ahoge, and the black became a deeper tint.

Vincent scratched his ass and belly while checking his teeth and skin in the mirror. He felt that his skin was more delicate than a baby. His looks seemed to improve each day that passed and made him feel amazing.

'Ugh, that dream again. I really only remember my damn frustration each time!'

The old wooden bed squeaked before the springs returned to normal. He preferred the beds that were filled with feathers and special foam that adjusted to the body. However, those were only for the rich.

'I should make breakfast after training.'

Vincent yawned as he placed on a pair of black woollen boxers and walked towards the first floor. His right hand traced along the wall as he liked the cool sensation of the white stone walls. He couldn't hear the sounds of training, which made his stomach sink.

His feet sped up, worried the pair left without him when he slept. In fact, he should have only needed 2 hours of sleep at most now. 'Mother probably put something in my tea… She's so weird! I know she cares deeply but…'

*Clack Clack Clack*

He felt relieved when the chopping board sounded. This meant his mother was still here. Vincent dashed into the kitchen and hugged her beautiful brown back tight. Her body seemed rather soft and fleshy compared to usual.

'Strange. When did her ass become so big and soft?'

— Moments before

Narara came to his house because of the plea of his mother. She found out that Narara could cook at a palace senior trainee level and asked her to come over, handing her the spare key.

'I really didn't wish to help my enemy, but his mother helped my tribe in the past… To think he was that Verda's son.'

"Well, let's begin, Fufu! What will you become, you silly dead goose?"

Her body swayed as she chopped the goose she bought at the market this morning. Two large eggs were ready to be cracked beside her, as well as the hot spices of the dark elf tribes. His mother said he could handle anything and so she was excited.

'Fufu, the princess cannot handle spice, neither can the other guards. I am happy to cook for someone again. It's like being at home… Even if he played with my ass!'

Narara was going to apologise for her language. But he then slapped her ass before she could. She was still worried for Felia because of the talent she had used carelessly. Vincent was a hard worker and handsome, but her primary task was to safeguard Felia.

"After meeting him more times, he really works hard… His hand didn't even feel that ba…"

*Bang!*

The sound of dashing feet sounded as Narara felt someone clasped her body before she could react the knife stabbed into the wooden chopping board beside the sink. She could see the extremely sexy Vincent with his red hair and naked upper body clung to her back with a face of delight.

'W-what is this knave doing?'

"Mother! You didn't leave when I slept. I was so worried!"

She could feel his hot breath down her neck with his words and his tight muscular body rub against her back. Narara liked to wear a backless dress when cooking or not guarding the princess. She could feel his skin press against hers with a slightly damp feeling from his body heat.

"Eh? This is too soft and sexy to be my mother's ass! Y-you, who are you!?"

"Hueh?"

Narara felt a jolt of excitement and electric up her spine from both his touch and words. They called her an ugly dark elf because of her darker skin and huge ass. Most dark elves preferred a thin, slick body, as they would be more effective inside the forest during hunts.

'My ass is s-sexy? He really doesn't find it useless? No matter how hard I train, it just gets more defined and larger… They all said I was disgusting and fat…'

The two spent a few moments still glued together, as Vincent honestly desired to stay here. She wasn't his mother! Thus, he started reacting to her body. After all, he was a growing boy. This caused her to grasp the knife from the board and spin in his arms to place the blade against his neck.

Her faces was less than an inch from his, both their lips brushed against each other with a light smack. Narara was too proud to back down and forced her embarrassment into her chest. He also felt the deep lust towards this woman grow from mere interest, the desire to dominate.

"Y-you! Stop this underhanded behaviour! Save it for after you defeat me!"

She bit her lips as the hard weapon between his legs poked out from the top of his boxers, entering her view. He looked into her face as he slid around her back and ass. His thoughts were a lot cheekier now.

'She really is a catch. I don't want her to become another mans woman!'

It was far different from the ones she saw in the village. Narara would take group baths in the local river however, even the strongest warriors were like fingers compared to his.

"I can't help this? You are too attractive! I may never get the chance to hold such a pretty dark elf again!"

His actions awakened her female instincts.

She had sealed these feelings for half her life after being hurt by other males about her looks. Despite this, she thought it was the instinct to defeat this man. Though she could not understand why his figure became more pleasing after each conversation.

"Hmph! You said those lies again! I know that's not true don't deceive me. Let's go settle our differences right now!"

Her first words were high pitched. She once again felt delight filling her entire body, wishing to hear them again.

'Hey system, how do you decide the choices when I select my daily choice?'

[Ahem!]

[The system decides the questions based on the host's inner feelings.]

'Hmmm, so like anger, lust, desire, greed?'

[Exactly]

'So trigger my choice for today!'

[Understood!]

[Daily Choice Activated!]

—

[Do you want to beat her down, showing her who is her master?]

[Or]

[Choose to soothe the situation before things go down an irreversible path?]

—

His eyes peered at the women before him, whose face was a mix of dark brown and pink. He found her blushed face adorable. Since he slept with all the Succubi and Celine, his lust and feelings towards different women had changed a lot.

He could feel his Daemonic desires scream out.

'I want her!'

'She must become mine!'

"Vincent, are you alright? Why did you suddenly became quiet?"

She looked at him with her concerned eyes that shimmered from the window behind them as the sun illuminated them in a golden light. His eyes, the same shade as the sun, narrowed as he tapped his lips against hers for a moment.

"Mmmnph!"

Her lips sought his out on instinct, causing a loud smacking noise. She like the moon and he the sun, they were a perfect match visually as he slowly pulled back.

This brief peck sent her mind into overdrive. However, she felt his lips were softer than hers and felt conflicted in the sweet delight.

His hands stroked her cheek in two circles before he turned away and headed towards the opposite door.

"Let's go. I decide to fight you. I will become your true master."

He no longer cared about holding back. Should he see something he wants? He will take it, if there is someone who wrongs him. His revenge would be instant.

<Lord, are you finally accepting the fate of a dark creature?>

'Tsk! What a dark creature. My mother never holds back or regrets and neither shall I!'

Her body was stunned like stone as her hand fumbled with the knife that had traces of his blood on the tip. He ignored the blade just for the chance to taste her lips? She couldn't comprehend his actions.

Narara placed the knife back onto the brown chopping board on the kitchen side that formed a horseshoe shape.

*Clang'*

The knife fell to the ground as she chased his footsteps with a strange face. After all, she ran with anticipation and anxiety.

'He's strange… Why? My master… a little exciting, but I won't go easy on him!'