Card Apprentice Daily Log

Chapter 2328 Insider

Date: Unspecified

Time: Unspecified

Location: Lil. Red Storm, Seed World, Devil Merchant Code, Inter-Realm City, Sector WS9909, Infinity Library, Study Room

"MayMay, wh-what a-are you d-doing?" Wyatt stammered, trying to reason with her as she kept pecking his lips, sometimes even kissing his teeth. His words were shaky, not just from her interruptions but from the intensity of her kisses.

"I don't know," MayMay murmured, her lips brushing against his, not pausing for even a second. "But I can't help it. The kiss was so good." She spoke breathlessly, each word accompanied by another soft kiss. She reminded Wyatt of someone savoring the last bite of something delicious, the way people lick their fingers or the remnants on a food wrapper, unable to stop because it tastes that good.

"MayMay, come on," Wyatt pleaded, moving the hand that had been caressing her thigh to gently block her mouth. "Let us talk." His other hand remained firmly grasping her ass, though he tried to maintain some control. He knew if he didn't take charge, they'd never get anywhere. MayMay was too lost, too addicted to his bodily fluids.

"Okay, let's talk," MayMay replied, though her lips found his hand instead, her tongue lightly tracing over his fingers. He felt her licking him, and a groan of exasperation escaped his throat. He couldn't blame anyone but himself. He knew how addictive even the scent of a regular World Calamity Tree was to Dredre, and yet he had given MayMay a tiny drop of oil from the Primordial World Calamity Tree. Even diluted by their saliva, it had fueled hours of intense kissing-and apparently, it was still too much.

"I know I promised you, but this madness has to stop," Wyatt insisted, his voice strained. "You promised me a free study room, right? But you didn't expect me to spend my entire life in it, did you? I have other places to be, and I'm not in the mood." "No, you can't leave." Her voice was urgent, desperate. "Tell me, how can I get you in the mood? How can I make you feel aroused so we can get back to kissing passionately like before?" she asked, as if she had forgotten what they were talking about a moment ago.

Wyatt looked deep into her eyes, trying to find some semblance of focus, but all he saw was hunger. Half her mind was lost in the pleasure and satisfaction of their kisses, while the other half used every technique she knew on his hand, turning it into a slick, saliva-covered mess.

Realizing they couldn't have a meaningful conversation like this, Wyatt sighed and said, "I don't know... but I know a book on that-"

"Tell me its title!" MayMay interrupted eagerly, her eyes finally showing a flicker of attention. "I'll read it right away, so we can get back to kissing as soon as possible."

"It's a book from my realm," Wyatt explained hurriedly. "It's not in the Infinity Library. I have to go and retrieve it. I'll be back right away."

"What?" MayMay's brow furrowed in frustration. "Why didn't you offer that book to the Infinity Library already? We could've been enjoying ourselves without interruption!" She practically shoved him away. "Now hurry up and get it," she demanded, desperation lacing her voice. "Please... come back as soon as possible."

Wyatt gave her one last kiss, soft and lingering, before pulling away. "I'll be right back," he promised, knowing it was a lie. If he didn't leave now, with MayMay's power and authority, he might never get the chance again.

Arriving in his physical body in the Seed World, Wyatt woke up to an empty cottage. As he stood, a wave of disgust washed over him. His actions with MayMay reminded him of a depraved childhood friend-a boy who once smeared peanut butter on his genitals so his dog would lick it off, driven mad by his pent up desires and grown tired of using traditional hand to gland combat to vent them.

Yes, it was repulsive and daring but very disturbingly similar to what Wyatt had done moments ago with MayMay. He shuddered, his body trembling with self-loathing. His shoulders sagged, and he let out a breathless, bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief at himself. But no matter how much he despised it, his mind betrayed him. It wandered back to MayMay's soft lips, her supple tongue, the intoxicating sweetness of her saliva, her plump, inviting body, and her relentless, aggressive passion. The memory of it all lingered, tempting him. His hands lifted involuntarily to his face, and he caught himself smelling them.

Disgusted, he clenched his fists. He knew how wrong it was-on so many levels. Yet he had done it anyway, driven by something far more calculating than lust. He needed an insider in the Infinity Library, someone who could help him handle Zaltan Librarian Junior when the time came.

Dredre meant too much to him to involve her in such a plan. She lacked the authority and power necessary to be of any use in the Library's political web. MayMay, however, was another story. She had done nothing wrong, but some pixie had to play the role, and who better than the first elder pixie he had gotten to understand?

She had the power and authority to help him. Not to mention she was clumsy and curious around him, allowing him to easily manipulated her. This was only possible because of their rather interesting first meeting. Otherwise, just other elder pixie, with her sharp perception and instincts, she would have seen through him.

Shaking his head, Wyatt set those thoughts aside. He used his Hive Spirit, mentally instructing it to compile all the knowledge on human male arousal from his mind and the VR-universe. The data, tailored to his preferences, was quickly transformed into a book. Wyatt had it sent to MayMay's Devil Merchant Codex along with an apologetic

note:

[Dear MayMay.

I'm busy with some work right now, but I'll return soon. In the meantime, read this carefully and commit it to heart. We'll put it to use when we meet again.]

He winced at the deceit in his words but sent it anyway. Wyatt knew better than to suggest MayMay read the entire Infinity Library's collection on arousal and intimacy. He didn't want her experimenting with bizarre techniques from around the myriad realms in hopes of get him aroused. That would be dangerous-and violating. His book was enough. It would serve his true purpose: to control MayMay, to mold her into an unwitting tool in his grand plan to outmaneuver the Librarian-especially Zaltan Librarian Junior. If Zaltan thought he could turn Dalton Wyatt into a pawn, he was sorely mistaken. He'd played the wrong game, and Wyatt intended to win.