Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power

Chapter 424: Chapter 424: Blissful night

Chapter 424 – Blissful night

Saul looked at his face in the mirror, watching his dark, lazy, sleepy eyes the color of a starless night, and his long matching hair.

He applied oil to his hair, making it shinier and smoother before tying it back into a ponytail. Some strands were left dangling in front of his eyes.

Next, he got out of his bathroom and wore the black training suit of Order Orion — the sight of it on him was immaculate.

After all this, with other minor preparations to make himself more attractive, Saul exited his room and walked toward the room of his master.

It was nighttime.

His steps were slow, almost lazy, as he went through corridors after corridors, managing a small nod of respect to the rare few he encountered.

Arriving at a T-shaped intersection, Saul turned left and walked around thirty paces before the previous noisy atmosphere disappeared into haze.

Now there was nothing but a calm and peaceful silence clinging to him, with nothing but black-colored walls on each side.

Finally, he stopped in front of a door.

The door was equally black, but a name was etched on it.

Aminata Sene Orion — Seven Scarred Huntress.

Saul took a slow breath, his chest contracting, then streamed out all his lingering stress before raising his hand and knocking on the door.

The knocks were strange. It was like a rhythmic song.

He knocked two times, paused, then five times and paused again — this time shorter — before ending with one almost inaudible knock.

He let his hand fall and sway beside him, waiting. He didn’t have to wait long, as the door opened itself with a soft hush, a voice reaching him from the depth of the room,

"You have taken your time, Saul, haven’t you?" Aminata’s voice boomed out, sweeter and gentler than what Sky received from her. "Enter now."

Saul took a step forward, entering the room. Behind him, the door closed as if it had a mind of its own.

Once inside, with a sweet scent of cinnamon around the room, Saul’s eyes rested immediately on the woman sitting on the floor beside a hearthfire.

She wore nothing except a black nightgown that let most of her ebony skin show.

Aminata lifted her head toward Saul, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the crimson hearthfire, giving her an enchanting beauty.

"Come." She ordered.

Saul obeyed, walking toward her with calm, steady steps sinking into the floor shrouded by a black carpet. The room was wide, with a gigantic bed made of black bones in the middle, a shelf beside it.

There was a table in one of the corners, where numerous books and files lay haphazardly. Beside the table was a door leading to the bathroom.

Saul took in all these sights, despite it not being the first time he had stepped foot inside Aminata’s room.

Aminata rose just as Saul finally reached her. She was taller, needing to duck her head to see his eyes. She raised her right hand, caressing his cheek and his hair.

Her lips curved upward.

"I see you have taken care of yourself well."

"You asked me to," Saul paused, then corrected himself, "you ordered me to."

"Oh, you don’t like me ordering you?" Aminata’s voice was amused. "Should I remind you that you are standing in the presence of a Seven Scarred?"

"In a nightgown," Saul added, looking openly at her body, grinning faintly. "You don’t look so threatening in your current attire."

"How do I look then?" Aminata whispered, leaning her face over Saul’s own, her scent slamming into his nose.

Cinnamon-flavored perfume, Saul guessed easily.

"You know well," Saul said. "You don’t need me to say it."

"Say it."

"Delicious," Saul answered.

"And it’s all for you," Aminata giggled. "It’s been a while since we passed a night together. You refused a lot of my invitations."

She caressed his cheek lovingly, her eyes fixed on Saul’s own.

"But today it was you who sought me first. Interesting, don’t you think? So tell me, why today, Saul?" She murmured. "What do you wish of me?"

"Was it that obvious?"

"You didn’t try to hide it, did you? Spit it out. Tell me what you wish, I will give it to you, and this night you are mine."

"A game participation," Saul said, pressing his body even closer to Aminata’s, earning both of them a soft moan.

"What game?"

"The SSS-ranked games," Saul specified, causing Aminata’s eyes to immediately widen. "It doesn’t matter the content of it."

His words made Aminata immediately recoil, trying to get her distance from him.

However, Saul held her arms tightly. His strength was nothing compared to Aminata’s, but if there was one thing she didn’t like to do, it was using her strength on Saul.

So she let herself be stopped, staying inside his embrace, his words still parading inside her mind.

After seconds of tense silence, she parted her lips.

"No," Aminata hissed. "You are not strong enough to participate in those games. You are only a Master, not even a Grandmaster, Saul. And those games kill Epithets like ants."

Her face was creased with worry, her black eyes boring deep into his own.

"I know," he said, "but I need to participate in those games."

"What for?"

"Did you forget your promise?" Saul reminded Aminata.

She fell silent.

Saul began to caress her face, then went down toward her plump breasts, folding them, causing Aminata to bite her lips, suppressing a moan.

Saul continued further, going toward her hard, naked abs, then further down between her legs.

Aminata failed to control herself and moaned.

"Everything you want," Saul finally said, his own voice gruff with lust. "Accept my request, and I will do everything you want."

"That’s... that’s how much it means to you?" Aminata said between gasps.

"Yes."

"Then will you agree to be one of us?" She said. "To be a Bonehunter?"

Saul paused at that, his face twisting into one of worry and hesitation. Aminata watched silently.

Moments later, Saul sighed. "Yes," he said. "I will be one of you."

Those words pulled an open smile onto Aminata’s lips. She immediately pressed her lips to his, kissing with a fervor and lust no one would expect from a lofty being like her.

Saul reciprocated with even more enthusiasm. Slowly, they made their way toward the bed, where he pushed Aminata gently, making her fall onto her back.

She stared at him, biting her lower lip sensually, then raised her two hands in an inviting manner, her breasts jiggling.

"I accept your request," she said, "but before I allow you to participate, I want you to be a Grandmaster first."

"Who—!"

"I will take care of it." She interrupted him mid-sentence. "I will give you an evolution stone and everything else."

"Now," Aminata continued, grinning, "I tire of talk of power. Look at me, and be with me with all of you. No stray thoughts. Can you?"

"I can."

"Then I hope you are ready." Aminata giggled. "You and I, all night, nonstop."

Saul smiled and dove into the arms of Aminata, his head meeting her soft and plump breasts.

"I am ready, of course."

"I won’t stop even if you are about to die."

"Die from pleasure? Please, I beg, kill me."

Aminata laughed, and Saul kissed her.

The night would be long.

...

Simultaneously, at the same time, outside the room of Laly, Tristan stood there in his best black and orange attire, waiting for the lady to come out.

He didn’t have to wait long before the door creaked open, the lady emerging from the gap.

Tristan’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing the stunning appearance of Laly. Her hair was braided in the style of Orion, her body framed by a white robe adorned with flowers that contrasted against her black skin.

His jaw dropped, and he stood transfixed.

"Well," Laly said slyly, "how long will you stare without saying anything?"

"Everything I say will pale in comparison to what I truly feel," Tristan said. "How about you approach and listen to the erratic rhythm of my heart?"

"What will I hear, I wonder?" She giggled while walking toward him.

"Nothing but a song of love for you."

Laly barked a laugh, coiled her right arm around his left, and led the way.

"Reserve your sweet words for later. You will need them. We have a long night, Tristan."

Tristan only smiled, yet the edge of it trembled.

At that instant, he realized what he was afraid of, and he cursed himself.

’Oh Tristan, oh fool Tristan... who told you to play with matters of the heart?’

—End of Chapter 424—