章節 73: Dark Elves Are Hot As F*ck (6)

I looked over at myself in the mirror, as if I was nude, staring at the heart insignia above my crotch, signifying that I had lost my virginity but then again, I didn't really feel like I had graduated from a boy to a man. More so, from a boy to a bitch.

Ivanka's bitch, to be precise. I didn't expect Ivanka or anyone at all to be the one to take my virginity but then again, shit like that happens when you're stuck with an extremely attractive woman for a month with nothing but your horny mind.

Ivanka didn't seem to mind as much, seeing as she was simply doing my hair, tying it into a bun with the morning sun's rising glow being her only source of light but with her eyes that could see through the void, light was nothing more than a nifty little toy to her.

I felt content, happy. I wanted this to last forever but I knew I couldn't stay. Suddenly, I saw nothing but a hypocrite in the mirror. I felt queasy, guilt bubbling in my stomach.

"Stay still." Ivanka said, from above me. "Your hair's almost done."

That was her way of telling me to wait for her to at least finish doing my hair, before I asked the questions I wanted to ask. How did I know? Well, Ivanka and I were bond-mates now, which meant that there were two 'benefits' to our relationship now.

She could sense me wherever I went. And, I could do the same to her, unless one of us turns it down with the permission of the other.

She could sense my emotions - I really liked this one - and I could sense her. Meaning, her stoic expression might as well have been for nothing.

Oh, wait, technically there were three benefits but the last one basically enhances both of our sex life by allowing our senses to combine and elevate during sex. Yeah, that last one was the reason I lost my consciousness half of the time when we were fucking like rabbits last night.

Having nothing to do, I pondered over my next course of action. As much as it pained me to say this or even think it, I would definitely have to leave Ivanka to pursue the first step to gaining my easy-going life, which has now been modified to an easy-going life with Ivanka, aka my five steps to godhood.

Okay, even being a god, technically, I would still be weaker than Ivanka but at least, being a god with my own hard work would help save me a lot of face than being a simple and typical Maiden who knew nothing but to cry, pray and heal. No, I refuse to be a simple bimbo like in the game when I have made my mark in this world the moment I accepted being me instead of Willow. I had chi, martial arts, Anger which was basically divinity in conjunction to my constitution as the Maiden, and the [Dress Of Heaven].

Godhood was the ultimate goal, and the first step to getting there was acquiring a certain flaming sword that had been sealed in a certain ruin under a certain kingdom. The specific location was a mystery since in the game, you had to buy the sword in the game, you had to buy the sword which was expensive as hell but seeing as it was one of the six divine swords, the price-tag seemed worth it. But well, after playing this game and all of it's DLC for ten years straight, I'm pretty sure I knew where it was.

And, around this time and age, it was still a hundred years too early for it's owner to wield it. Hell, I'm very sure she wasn't even born yet. I mean, I should know. Dazed, I rubbed my belly like there was something there before snapping out of it when Ivanka finally finished.

"Hm," Ivanka nodded at me, but I knew from our link, she was proud of her work and why shouldn't she be?

I must say, I looked good in my normal hair-down style, but in a bridal bun with all of the loops and curls, I looked ready to be married to a god.

My mouth opened in disbelief. "Wow. Is this. . .Is this me?"

"Hm," Ivanka grunted. Her fingers slithered along my neck, before eventually cupping my cheek. My face leaned onto her big, calloused hands.

"Tell me, Ivanka," I started, looking into the ashy gray eyes that stared at me so fondly from the mirror. "What are we?"

I saw her eyes flash with something, before she held it back. "What do you want us to be, little one?"

"Oh, I have so many questions," I whispered. "But, the most important one would be of her. What will you do now that you've robbed the Demon God of her claim?"

My heart trembled, thinking of an ungodly fight between the Demon God and Ivanka, both in their full, god forms. I bit my lips in fear, when I knew that Ivanka, as strong as she was, fell a few inches shy from the realm of power the Demon God stood in.

My voice trembling, I asked her another question. "Are you. . .Are you going to leave me?"

Then, I felt two arms wrapping themselves around my neck, as her face rested above my head. For the first time in my life, I enjoyed cold skin over warmth as it reminded me that my bond-mate was here, beside me, loving me, holding me. I might have underestimated how strong the bond-mate was, since my head seemed clouded with thoughts I could not identify, all except the thoughts pushed to the front of my brain which repeated the mantra of "loving, obeying and submitting to her" over and over again.

And, even though I knew this was not me, to be so easy to cry like a teenage white girl even though I was a man inside, I couldn't care less at this moment.