章節 194: Chapter 192: Newlyweds? Meeting Ophis!
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Back at the apartment, Yor still wore a look of frustration.
"Is it that bad?" Badr asked, concerned.
"N-No, it's just a scratch…" Yor insisted, though the pain was almost unbearable.
Badr raised an eyebrow, noting her stiff gait.
"Don't be stubborn. Let me heal you."
"Oh, you don't have to…" Yor's cheeks flushed crimson.
This was different from her hand. Healing this wound would mean… revealing quite a bit.
"Why are you so shy with me?" Badr chuckled. "You're going to be my wife, after all."
"Well… yes… but…" Yor mumbled, still flustered. Being embarrassed was only natural.
Badr led her to the bedroom. "Lie down. Let me see how bad it is."
Yor hesitated, then reluctantly removed her dress, lying face down on the bed.
"…That's a lot of blood."
Badr frowned. The black dress had concealed the extent of the injury. The wound was deeper than he'd thought. Even with his demonic power, healing it would take time.
"It's… it's not that bad. It'll heal in a week or so," Yor murmured. In her experience, such wounds, despite their appearance, healed quickly with a bit of disinfectant.
"If you prefer to suffer, I won't stop you," Badr teased, retrieving a damp cloth and gently cleaning the blood from her wound.
He could feel the strength and resilience of her body, yet the softness of her skin was undeniable. Yor, her body exposed, fidgeted under his gaze, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down her spine.
"Um… you said healing requires… skin contact…" Yor whispered, recalling his explanation when he'd healed her hand. He'd held her hand then.
But this wound…
Badr smiled faintly. So, even she could be flustered. He'd been unusually calm when Rias had healed him in a similar manner.
Perhaps he wasn't as normal as he thought.
But Yor's wound needed tending.
"We're married now," he whispered, a playful glint in his eyes. "A little… intimacy between husband and wife is perfectly acceptable, wouldn't you say?"
He undressed, joining her on the bed, their bodies touching.
His demonic power flowed into her, a warm, soothing current.
Yor's face burned as she lay in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. The pain in her side quickly subsided.
She felt a mix of shyness and gratitude as she watched him, his eyes closed in concentration as he healed her.
It took a full thirty minutes for the wound to close completely. Badr sighed inwardly.
He wasn't a healer. Such a small injury, and yet it had taken him so long. Asia could have healed it with a breath.
"All done. How do you feel?" He looked at Yor, a gentle smile on his face.
Yor cautiously touched the area, her eyes widening in surprise. "It's… completely healed?"
"Of course. Let me see…" He examined the area carefully. "Not even a scar. Perfect." He playfully patted the spot where the wound had been.
Yor blushed deeply. Badr chuckled, finding her reaction adorable.
She was such a fascinating mix of strength and vulnerability.
He gently caressed her cheek, leaning in close.
"A kiss for your husband?"
Yor's blush deepened, but she closed her eyes, her heart pounding as their lips met.
It was their second kiss, and this time, it felt… different.
Their bodies moved together instinctively, their passion igniting. Badr rolled over, gently pinning her beneath him…
The rest… was inevitable.
Yor felt as if she were floating, her body weightless, lost in a haze of sensation.
…
It was late afternoon when she finally woke up, nestled in Badr's arms.
They dressed and went out to buy groceries, chatting with the neighbors along the way.
That night, their passion rekindled, their apartment filled with the evidence of their newfound intimacy. They were like newlyweds, exploring the depths of their connection.
Two days later, it was time for school to start again.
Badr bid Yor farewell and returned to his own spacious home.
Asia, Xenovia, and the others were still frantically working on their summer homework, having completely forgotten about it during their stay in the Underworld. They were experiencing the joys of last-minute cramming.
Badr, leaving them undisturbed, was about to seek out Rias when he paused, sensing an unusual presence nearby.
He glanced back at the girls. They seemed oblivious.
He slipped out of the house, following the faint energy signature.
On the bustling street, he quickly spotted her—a small girl with long black hair, her eyes like dark, sparkling gems.
But despite her innocent appearance, Badr felt a sense of unease, a premonition of danger.
As if sensing his gaze, the girl turned, her eyes meeting his.
"Your power… it's different," she stated, her gaze intense, as if trying to see through him.
"Who are you?" Badr asked, his voice calm but wary. Her power felt… familiar, like something he'd encountered before.
The Khaos Brigade… their power felt similar.
"Her name is Ophis," a familiar voice interrupted. "She's the Ouroboros Dragon."
Badr turned to see Azazel, his twelve black wings spread wide, materializing out of thin air.
"Sensei?" Badr's brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
"As you can see, I ran into a bit of a… complication," Azazel replied with a wry grin. "You've probably guessed… she's the current leader of the Khaos Brigade."
The news was shocking, but Badr's expression remained unchanged. Azazel nodded approvingly.
He liked Badr's composure. He was always so calm and collected, even in the face of unexpected news.
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