Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 402

Chapter 402: A Surprising Scene*

Third Person’s POV

With that, the crimson skull began to drift upward, its ghastly form fading like smoke.

Within seconds, it vanished into the moonlight and was gone without a trace, leaving only a faint scent of iron and decay behind.

Yet, the night was not done revealing its watchers.

From a far corner of the uppermost floor, a ripple of motion stirred again, and a second presence emerged.

The figure materialized from the wall itself, as though the shadows had birthed it in response to the first.

It was cloaked in a darkness so complete that it seemed to drink the surrounding light, and as the being watched the path where the red skull had vanished, its stance loose and almost amused.

The eyes beneath the hood glinted with quiet intelligence, and when they narrowed slightly, a chilling, distorted laugh escaped.

It was a whisper of mockery that was laced with a ghostly resonance.

“So… it begins again.”

The voice was smooth yet unsettlingly cold.

“No wonder I awoke. That old relic must have felt it too, and now comes scurrying about, pretending to sense control.

Hah! Does it truly think I am still that naive, or…maybe it shouldn’t know who I am?

Now this game will be truly interesting…hehe”

A trace of derision lingered in his tone as he stepped forward.

The moonlight that spilled through a nearby window grazed the edges of his cloak and dissolved the thin layers of shadow, finally revealing what lay beneath.

The figure was young, and he looked to be in his late teens.

A pale, strikingly handsome face emerged from beneath the hood with the faintest curve of a smirk playing at his lips.

His eyes, which were a deep abyssal black, were now flecked faintly with red, as they reflected the eerie light of the Blood Moon like twin shards of obsidian.

He gazed upward, letting the crimson glow wash over his face, and for a moment, the cold mask he wore broke into something far more fervent, an expression of almost reverent desire.

“Not for long…” he whispered, voice low and tremulous with barely restrained hunger.

“Not for long. Soon, you will be mine…”

The words hung in the air like a vow soaked in blood and promise.

The moon answered in silence, its crimson light deepening over his form as if acknowledging the omen that had just been spoken.

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Meanwhile, Ethan slipped into the shadow-draped room while being completely unaware that a mysterious evil being had silently spied on him and had even marked him in his future plans.

Lost in his own world, thinking that he had covered his tracks seamlessly, his eyes immediately found the silent, still figure perched on the edge of the bed.

His entry didn’t make any noise, and his dark mana even cut off all the noise and movements that had arisen due to his entry.

His expert control of the dark was further shown as he locked the door back and then stood like a specter while gazing at the slender, beautiful figure whose gaze was lost to the world as she gazed outside the small window.

She was angled away from him as she sat sideways across the rumpled sheets.

A startling detail cut through the room’s chill, and it surprised Ethan that the smooth, bare skin of her shoulders and upper back was exposed, revealing she wore only a strapless innerwear of a deep, dark red that appeared a bit similar to the corsets of his previous world.

As the bloody moonlight caressed the line of her spine, it made her pale skin shine with a bloody hue, making her a strange and unattainable figure.

From his vantage point, the profile of her body was a perfect, breathtaking picture.

The curve of her breast was full and beautifully pronounced, a graceful swell that narrowed to a delicate waist.

His gaze turned sharp and hungry as they started to trace the silhouette down to the point where the soft fabric of her innerwear clung to her form, and he could see, quite clearly from this angle, the distinct shape of her nipple pressing against the thin dark red cloth.

A cascade of golden hair fell like a shimmering curtain down the length of her back.

Even though she was bathed in the ominous bloody light, she had an expression of tranquil recollection as they softened her features and made it seem like she embodied a deep, untouched innocence.

She was none other than Lucy, and her complete lack of awareness of his presence was a testament to the vast gulf in their power and the utter silence of his approach.

As he was mesmerized by her presence, she suddenly moved.

With gentle movement, she lifted her pale, almost luminous hands to gather the loose strands of her golden hair.

As she began to twist it into a bun, the action pulled her shoulders back, making the elegant column of her neck seem longer and, unconsciously, pushing the soft swell of her chest forward, while emphasizing its bountiful property, which Ethan could estimate to around D cup, which was surprising considering her young age.

In the next moment, the smooth and flawless skin of her underarms was exposed, a pale and intimate secret now revealed in the moonglow.

This unintentional pose of a simple act of tidying her hair was charged with a natural, unthinking sexuality under his heated gaze.

It was a charm she exerted without a shred of makeup or intent, and was a raw, innate allure that bypassed his reason and lit a dark, smoldering fire within Ethan’s heart.

The strange restlessness that had plagued him all evening, a tension he had attributed to the ominous Blood Moon, seemed to have now found a devastating focus.

She was utterly irresistible.

And looking at her, the last vestiges of his reservation, the little voice that whispered it was too soon, evaporated into smoke.

He had even forgotten the stern command issued by the little Duchess, the one delivered by the mysterious bat to monitor any strange happening in the dark spire, which he had already missed.

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