บท 5: A White Revenge

[Warning: Intense Graphic Images in this chapter.]

"Aaaaah!" Edgar roared like a beast in heat.

His blood flowed like a raging river and pushed his blood vessels to their utmost limits. Sweat began pouring down from his entire body, and his white skin turned red from the heat.

The pink gas covering his family jewels sunk into them and began intensely stimulating them as well.

He quickly took off his pants, the only piece of clothing he had on him, and the people saw his weapon was already pointing to the sky.

"Young master!" The old man shouted in shock. But it was useless. The dart's effect arrived later than Ardor expected, but immediately consumed Edgar's mind.

With no lustful desire in his mind, but stimulated by the pink gas, his weapon quickly started releasing white streams of gushing fluids like a broken tap, splattering it on everyone in the room.

The Death Warriors remained still as their black clothes turned white, and their black hair turned as white as the old doctor's. He, on the other hand, tried to rush out of the room, but was the first one to get splashed with the fluid.

In overwhelming shock and embarrassment, the old man caught his chest as he slipped, then fell on the floor and struggled to breathe. His old heart couldn't take it much longer.

Edgar gained some resemblance of clarity at this moment and immediately ran to the doc while shooting white.

"Doc! Help me! I'm dying!"

The weapon attacked him again and again, covering his mouth, eyes and ears with white. Before the old doctor could curse Edgar, he died from suffocation with his eyes wide open, covered in white.

Edgar finally kicked the old man's body after not receiving a response, and it slid on the slippery white surface and stopped after hitting a pillar. He finally understood the old man was no more.

Not bothered to think why it happened, Edgar turned to the Death Warriors who still surrounded him and screamed, "Help! Bring help! It hurts!"

The 20 Death Warriors, now White Warriors, remained silent and stared at him without emotions. The pink gas covering his body extracted his life force and sent it to his family jewels.

Soon, Edgar's face and body visibly shriveled up as more and more white fluid began gushing out of him, and he fell into his own shallow pool of whiteness as weakness overcame him.

He kept murmuring, "Help… help… help…" and soon fainted from complete exhaustion.

Ardor, the designer of the entire scene, had long stopped walking. He leaned on a wall of another estate closer to his own as he saw everything through his sparrow.

'White, everywhere I see, it's white. Never knew revenge looked so white. I said white thrice right, but it's so goddamn white!'

He felt horrified that he had carried such a weapon of massive destruction in his pocket for a few minutes. 'What if it pierced me?' He shook his head at his imagination.

'It's all fine now. Edgar's now out of commission for a long time. I can get stronger before ending him for good. There's only Isabella left. I think that dart will also work on her, right? Should I try?'

He kept thinking how to deal with her, while his sparrow watched and transmitted everything it saw to him. After about 10 minutes, other people, Edgar's father, mother, other elders and young ones of the family, arrived at the scene.

"What in the hell happened here?" A man with a bronze bulky body questioned as the stench assaulted him.

He looked to find an answer from the people present, but shook his head in annoyance. "Those numbskulls can't even speak! Who did this?" He stared at his son's body. "What a horrid scene! Find out who did this!"

"Yes Patriarch! We won't miss a single clue!" Other members of the family, both the younger and older generation, quickly escaped the scene to avoid facing his fury. They rushed to find answers.

After everyone left, the lady behind him coquettishly swayed her plump bottom and moved closer to him.

"Dear Dickie, looks like young Edgar outdid himself this time. I didn't even know that he could shoot out so much! Why didn't you let me know of this? Look, he's already drained now and I can't taste the rod that let out so much white stuff?"

'What the!' Ardor thought. ' Is this the legendary incest? She's lusting after her own son!'

Dickie Stone's face darkened. He gave a powerful slap to his wife's bottom as the floor under her cracked from the force.

She remained still as the whack made it jiggle in continuous waves and while she moaned, he responded, "You better keep your dirty mind shut while I'm around! If I ever catch you, Bella Mist, with someone else, that'll be the last day you can ever get it!"

She softly smiled with provocative intentions, "Aha, so that's only 'if' you catch me."

"You!" He roared. He reined in his anger while pointing his finger at her; but eventually decided against saying anything.

"Don't let a word of this get out! Send him to the Capital. Let's see if she can heal him." He left the room with the stink that had aged and went to see if his family had got some results.

Bella licked her lips while looking at the white gooey mess around, but shook her head after seeing most of it had already turned watery.

She then looked at the sparrow and unleashed her aura on it. "Who are you! You better come clean before I find and extract everything from you!"

Ardor felt shocked as he let go of controlling the sparrow, and it chirped in fear and sat down, looking smaller after feeling the threatening aura surrounding it.

Bella looked confused for a moment, then immediately clenched her fist, as her brownish aura formed the same shape above the roof, crushing the bird into mush.

She left the room while murmuring, "Was that really a sparrow? Don't birds tend to stay away from those with a powerful aura?" She felt confused.

Ardor stared at her back through a small rat who had been hiding outside the room, between the tall grass.

'What a dangerous family! Now that I know Edgar won't be able to do anything for a while, It's time I focus on getting stronger first, and take care of Isabella if I get the chance!'

Ardor returned to his home and found that Jeanne had almost recovered and had eaten dinner. His appearance caused her to back away instinctively, fearing that excess of pleasure that threatened to devour her mind and soul.

"No, no, no! Stay away! I'll go crazy if you keep doing this!" She backed away to a wall.

He walked towards her and leaned forward while supporting himself with his hand by the same wall. After kissing her lips softly, he said, "I won't do it inside this time. Let me just make you feel good as a thanks for keeping up with me."

"Ke-keep with you?" Jeanne's pride felt hurt. "I was the one leading all the while! Yo-you were the one who had to keep up with me!" Her face reddened as she lied.

Ardor didn't understand why she wanted to be a Seasoned Warrior in bed, but he didn't argue. After spending 99 LPs, he really wanted to regain some back using the only daily repeatable mission he could now do.

[Make a woman release her essence without penetration = 1 LP/release (repeatable)]

He looked at his balance LPs and wondered how much he could recover from tonight's activities.

[Lust Points: 81

Logs:

Base LPs: 180

Purchased 1x Peak Essence Bursting Dart: -99]

…

Ardor groggily woke up after sunrise and saw that Jeanne remained asleep after his actions yesterday. He softly kissed her lips in love, as she slowly woke up.

Ardor smiled and intentionally licked his lips with a grin. "You were tasty yesterday!" He commented.

Jeanne's face blushed in shame as she quickly got up. Just as she was about to leave the door and go to her bedroom, a loud sound outside stopped her.

"Fourth Young Master! Is your sloppy ass awake?"

A vein nearly popped out on Ardor's forehead as he grabbed his shirt from the side table and wore it while opening his door. Jeanne smartly moved out of sight behind the door and smirked, expecting something.

Ardor saw an ordinary-looking maid outside his door. He snappily replied, "I'm awake. What is your ugly ass face doing outside my door this morning? I'm afraid I'll have bad luck all day long!"

"You!" She pointed at him in anger. Never did she expect this simp of a man to respond to her like that. Too bad she didn't know that the simp had fused with a warped teen who was tired of suppressing his emotions all his life, and it was this beast's third day out of his cage.

"You what?" Ardor arrogantly stared at her. "Want to test if I'll get your fingers chopped up and fed to dogs? Your crimes are already punishable by death!"