After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1523

Chapter 1523: Otto and Misha (Part 2)

A lot of people took photos that day, enjoying the sight of two handsome blondes swimming together. One pale and one tan, both gorgeous.

Some BL lovers also came up with a name for them: Sparkling Water Pair.

Finding fanfiction about this pair (which wasn’t distributed since Otto refused it) was the happiest day in Oslo and Obi’s lives. Of course, this was something for the future.

Misha, on the other hand, leisurely sat cross-legged like a gorgeous queen. Her Pina colada found a way next to her, and someone handed her a clean towel to cover her back while she lounged next to the pool.

In any case, Otto had very good coordination and, under the eyes of many people, he quickly learned how to swim.

His level was high and his movements caused a few waves, and Misha couldn’t help but flinch when he reached the other end and suddenly turned around, crossing the length of the pool in a few blinks, straight to her.

He emerged like a mermaid and splashed water. With the light from the golden hour, he was mesmerizing as he stood still in front of her.

To think he was a sack of potatoes less than an hour ago. Now, he could swim with grace. Not to mention, his appearance was top-notch.

His hair was wet and sexily clung to his neck, and his muscles glistened particularly well under the reddish light of the sky.

Otto saw her gaping— eyes slightly wider, dilated, and breathing a bit more irregular than usual— and a handsome smirk graced his lips.

He extended his arms and placed them at the side of the pool, not too far from her legs, as if caging her in.

A few squeals sounded around them, but neither of them noticed it.

“How did I do?” He asked, staring straight into her eyes, which looked more golden than ever.

Misha’s eyes flickered. “Impressive.”

The moment was broken when another ‘mermaid’ emerged.

“Whoa! You’re really fast!” A voice sounded. Hubert was optimistic as always. The surprise caused Misha’s glass to topple over though, pouring the remaining drink on the side.

“Oh no—did I surprise you? I’ll replace the drink,” Hubert said. “I’ll treat you to the bar okay?”

Before Misha could answer though, a certain tall aborigine—whose strong arms were still caging her—stared. “Aren’t you tired? You travelled nonstop.”

Hubert blinked, before a bit of a realization hit him. He didn’t know she was among the newcomers, so he understood that she must’ve been very tired.

He was about to call a rain check, rescheduling the appointment, when someone yelled ‘Hubert, get a clue!’

He blinked, and then looked at everyone again, and then looked at Misha. It was only now that the tanned blonde realized the very suggestive position the other two were in.

“A-Ah, I’m sorry,” he said, stepping back, feeling his heart break.

There goes another potential girlfriend flying away…

Hubert dejectedly left and Otto nodded in approval. Then his relaxed face was muted when he saw Misha’s look.

She crossed her arms and looked at him. “So what do you think you’re doing, hmn?”

Otto felt a little embarrassed. “I’m just being a gentleman.”

“I could use a drink right now.”

“Then come with me.”

…

The bar they were supposed to head to was somewhere on the roof deck. The two of them entered the elevator together, causing a few stares to follow after them.

They were both wearing bathrobes, which was common since many of the guests went to and fro the pools, but because they were both extremely beautiful specimen, they were gathering quite a few stares.

This stopped when they entered the elevator and its door closed. No one else dared to enter the car, simply because Otto was releasing an aura.

It was just that instead of pressing the topmost button, Otto chose another floor. A few moments later, the door opened to what was definitely not the roof deck area.

Misha crossed her arms as she looked at him. “You’re being unsmooth, Mister Otto,” she said, a lilt of amusement in her voice, but she willingly went down on that floor, anyway.

He took a deep breath and stepped out of the elevator. She smiled and rested her back on a nearby wall, staring at him, as if watching what he’d do next.

Otto stepped forward and stepped into her private space. He lifted his arm and placed it at the side of her head, leaning closer and closer to her.

The Grand Hotel was quite exclusive, and there were very few people who were there. This time, there was no one else in the hallways. Even if there were, they’d have been scared by the aura Otto was emanating outside of his little circle with Misha, and they would’ve gone straight to their rooms.

Not to mention, if they had been there, they’d just have nosebleeds from the romantic tension.

Misha naturally knew where this was going, but it wasn’t her style to succumb too easily.

Her soft palm touched his chest to keep some space, but to Otto, it was urging him to get closer instead. He maintained their distance, listening to her next words.

“I will be going with my brother,” she told him, not mentioning whether it was to settle there or just to visit her villa.

Otto paused. “I see…”

“Disappointed?”

“Perhaps…” Otto said, vaguely, his eyes shifting from her eyes down to her lips. After a pause, he spoke again. “I’m… curious how well your ability will work on me.”

The hand on his chest seductively crept to his neck and to his chin, lifting it up so their eyes were looking at each other again.

“Wanna try?”

…

They ended up in Misha’s room, and while they hadn’t done anything particularly intimate, the tension was there. Their distance was kept less than a foot, and it burned.

The door closed and Otto looked down on the woman. He felt his body had heated up like never before. “It must be your ability.”

“Hmn,” she said, shrugging. “Is it working?”

“Very,” he said, voice increasingly raspy. He leaned down until their faces were only an inch apart.

He leaned down to her neck, sniffling. “You smell good,” he said, just before lifting his head—reluctantly—but kept his face an inch from hers.

She met his eyes and the tension finally snapped.

“For the record: You seduced me,” he said, dipping down to finally capture the lips he had been dreaming of.

Misha rolled her eyes, but a smile was on her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck, willingly taken by him.

They both knew Misha didn’t even activate her ability at all, but it was a convenient tool for them to break the remaining layer of paper between them.

Both of them were adults who had experienced quite a bit. They knew they were attracted to each other, so they would act on it. They didn’t need to think if it would work out.

Even if it didn’t work out, that was fine. They’d deal with the consequences later.

For now… they’d just follow what they wanted and let themselves go—to feel the pleasure… and each other.

OK moving on from this couple now xDDD Let them have their space.