CHAPTER 117: _POST-NUT HAZINESS

Elian’s POV

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"Oh, gods." Elian yelped, turning away from the hedge and facing Kyren. His gaze only lingered on his crimson eyes for a second. "That’s... That’s Axel’s voice. Goddess, I knew this was a bad idea."

He trembled—and not just because he was just railed into a hedge—scanning his eyes around for where to hide.

Until...

Kyren’s hands slid to his waist, pressing his naked body flush against his, forcing him to maintain eye contact. "Seems you’ve forgotten who you’re talking to."

Suddenly, just when the sound of footsteps drew closer and before Elian could process those words, a flash of red light consumed his vision, causing him to squint.

A weird tingle travelled through his body, his head twirling with a dizziness that made his legs wobble.

But the next second, when he opened his eyes... He was standing in his room.

Naked still... But he was in his room!

How the—

"Oops, I forgot your clothes back there." Kyren’s voice echoed through the room before Elian could even pinpoint where he was.

A snap broke through. Elian’s clothes magically appeared on his body, intact and not seeming like they’d almost been torn off him several minutes ago.

He swerved his head to his bed only to see Kyren sitting there casually, clad in a new outfit.

A black blazer with a crystal-studded cape, darker than midnight, was draped over his shoulders. The rogue king also wore black gloves to match and a form-fitting black pair of trousers.

Kyren had his right leg crossed over the other, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips as his red eyes focused on Elian.

[Neat magic tricks, don’t you think?]

Well, duh!

"You... You took us out of the garden maze after all... After all that?" Elian rasped, his shoulders tensing up as he realised the implications. "A–Axel. He heard my voice and he probably—"

"The whole fucking palace probably heard your voice, Elian," Kyren muttered, shrugging. "I just figured I didn’t want our alone time getting cut off so... Abruptly. Unless, of course, you want me to take us back."

He raised his fingers, seeming like he was about to snap them.

Elian’s eyes widened, his heart cutting as he shook his head hastily. "T–That wouldn’t be necessary!"

Kyren arched an eyebrow, that aggravating smirk playing on his lips again. The smirk that always made him feel like he was playing right in his palms, according to his scripts.

Maybe he was... And didn’t mind it.

[Of course, you wouldn’t mind, you slutty bottom. Not with that dick underneath his—]

’Don’t you have any hobbies outside of tormenting my life?’

[Tormenting is a bit harsh. I’m simply your hypeman.]

Elian ignored the system, squinting at Kyren as he took a cautious step forward. "How did you know where my room was anyway?"

Kyren tilted his head, his smirk turning into a sly grin. "You forgot I slipped into your mind earlier during breakfast? You don’t think I went in searching for your darkest secrets, did you?"

The suggestiveness behind his voice made Elian shiver with dread.

He couldn’t be hinting at the system, right?

[You better hope not... Although it’s unlikely. Except he can look into your soul and even then it’ll be a reach.]

"Speaking of breakfast. You barely ate earlier." Kyren’s eyes lit up as he snapped his fingers.

But instead of teleporting, a table with different delicacies appeared before Elian, causing his eyes to widen. He almost didn’t believe they were real... Until the sumptuous scent wafted into his nose, causing his mouth to water.

"Don’t be shy." Kyren chuckled, clearly amused. "Ah, I have a lot of catching up to do with you. Sit."

The table shifted toward the bed as Kyren patted the free space beside him. Elian hesitated for a moment, but gosh he couldn’t resist.

[A hot man and enough food to fill you till dusk... You’re being crazy to resist!]

With that, Elian bolted to the bed, sitting beside Kyren and grabbing a steaming star hawk wing, ignoring the knife and fork. He sank his teeth into it, moaning softly with relief when he tasted its spice.

"Careful with that moan. I actually planned on having a normal conversation with clothes intact." Kyren warned with a teasing drawl, causing Elian’s face to heat up with a blush.

Fortunately, the rogue king didn’t push much on that and continued. "I’d like to get to know you more. Usually I’d just slip into your mind and find out what I need to know myself..."

Elian managed to swallow after hearing that but his stomach suddenly coiled with tension.

Was he delusional or did that sound like a veiled threat?

[Clearly delusional and suffering from a case of post-nut haziness. Also, do you know of this magical thing called a "bathe"? You might need it after your session in the garden maze.]

The system’s words brought his mind to his body, his face scrunching slightly when he felt a phantom ache in his butt.

Fuck...

"Elian?" Kyren’s voice snapped him out of his reverie, forcing him to lock his eyes on him. "You trailed off... Is the food not to your liking?"

There was a hint of suspicion in the rogue king’s voice, causing Elian to go into panic mode.

"Of course, it is. It’s just... I..." He gulped, his words barely coherent. "We didn’t get to freshen up after what we did and—"

"Sex." Kyren blurted, his tone flat but carrying that hint of amusement. "We had sex. Let’s not downplay it. But anyway, of course we’ll freshen up later. But now? Eat and talk to me."

Elian’s breath hitched, his stomach doing "the thing", fluttering like there were a thousand butterflies.

[Maybe an early digestion?]

Elian grabbed a glass of what seemed like pomegranate juice, until he tasted it and realised it was one of the finest wines he’s ever had.

He tried keeping his composure, clearing his throat. "What would you like to talk about? For starters... I don’t trust you. If anything you should be the one telling me stuff about yourself."

Silence.

Kyren merely smirked, his red eyes glinting with an unreadable light.

Elian sat nervously, wondering if he had offended him.

But then—

"Very well." The Rogue king straightened his sitting position. "Sit tight. You’re about to hear a little story on how a hybrid boy united the Dark Lands to become its ruler."

[Oh, la, la... I smell a side story.]