Read Novel Full Chapter 425: Fae's Food [I]
Chapter 425: Fae’s Food [I]
“S-Sam, I don’t think this is such a good idea,” Michael floundered.
“Oh, shush, you,” the girl clinging onto his arm, a beautiful Southerner with an olive complexion and cute freckles dotted over her nose, pulled at him playfully. She was a second-year we’d bumped into by the bar outside, and currently her chestnut eyes were busy drinking in my friend’s nervous, flustered expression like he was the most adorable thing on campus. “You needn’t fear, darling. I won’t bite… too hard.”
Michael practically squirmed when she breathed those words against the shell of his ear, his gaze finding mine, pleading for me to help.
I took out my phone and started clicking a few photos, adding to his panic.
“Why are you taking photos?!” Michael hissed. If he was trying to sound threatening, then the way his face burned a spectacular shade of crimson did not help the case.
“Uh, memories?” I offered.
He gave me a sharp disapproving look.
But before he could do anything about it, like try to snatch my phone, the Southern girl giggled, burying his elbow into her bosom and tugging him away with her to the other side of the private VIP lounge for both some privacy and refreshments.
Scoffing, I put the phone away.
I’d have liked to relish in his discomfort even more, but I was somewhat busy at the moment myself.
In this private lounge of a luxury bar on Kallith Street, I was lazily slouched across a Chesterfield sofa.
To my sides, practically swathed all over me, were two other second-year girls who had decided I was tastier than the drinks I had ordered for them.
One of them, a slim brunette in a dark top that accentuated her ember-red eyes, had unbuttoned my shirt and was now tracing slow circles on my collarbone while softly nibbling at my throat.
Her name was Revisa. Before pouncing on me as though I were a delicacy, she reminded me that I knew her. Apparently, we had met in Ishtara.
She was the healer who checked up on me after her batch came to subjugate the rampaging beasts just in the nick of time.
I had a faint recollection of her. She was a sweet girl, at least in my memory. Currently, though, my impression of her was swiftly being rewritten.
There was absolutely nothing sweet about how ravenously she was moaning into me, her teeth grazing my skin with just enough pressure to send shivers.
Her fingers kept slipping lower and lower, brushing over my chest as if mapping every inch she was planning to claim.
The other young woman, a curvy blonde with bronzed skin in a cunning skirt, was bent over my lap, showering mischievous kisses along the flat of my stomach.
I had an inkling she had taken a liking to my abs the way she was guiding her tongue over every ridge and groove of my muscles before humming in approval.
“Gods, you’re even better up close,” she murmured huskily. Her hand slid over my trousers to undo the zipper. “And so ready already…”
Revisa chuckled softly against my neck. With one hand, she took the blonde’s head and pressed her face tighter into my abdomen. With the other, she held my chin, tilted my face toward hers, and kissed me hard.
Under normal circumstances, I’d be thoroughly enjoying the ego boost. I was a teenage boy, after all, and having gorgeous older girls fawn all over me wasn’t exactly a hardship.
Besides, it had been a long time since I dabbled in some debauchery.
However, mid-kiss, my mind was inexplicably drawn back to the bedtime stories my mother used to tell me when I was little.
Many of those stories spoke of a magical realm called Fairyland, inhabited by breathtaking and deceptive creatures of myth called faeries.
It was said that as a mortal, you should follow a set of rules upon entering the fae’s domain. You must not dance to their songs, must never give them your true name, and most importantly… must never eat their food or drink their wine.
Because once you taste a fae’s feast, once you taste what the Fairyland could offer you, nothing else in the mortal world would ever satisfy you again.
Even if you manage to escape back to reality, regular food and water would taste like bitter ash in your mouth.
You would lose your appetite entirely, wasting away in a state of eternal craving. Since nothing would ever compare, you’d stop eating, go into a depression, and starve yourself to death.
Revisa’s kiss tasted like that bitter ash in my mouth right now.
The blonde — whose name I still didn’t catch — continued her ministrations, but all I felt was ticklish.
Revisa pulled back from the kiss, blinking in confusion as she noticed my distinct lack of enthusiasm.
Her hand was still holding my chin, but her grip tightened slightly and her brow furrowed. “Hey, is something wrong?”
That was the million-Credit question, wasn’t it?
Was something wrong?
But to answer that, I’d first need to pinpoint what was wrong.
Juliana had made her stance clear. All her cards were laid out in the open now.
She wasn’t hiding behind the pretense of being a dutiful Shadow anymore, nor was she even trying to hide her act.
She was playing a dangerous game that could only be otherwise won with an element of surprise — which she had lost over me after I confronted her.
Yet, I felt like I was still on the losing end.
I also felt angry and cheated and wronged.
But more than anything, I felt stupid and dumb.
How could I let myself be manipulated this easily?
And why was I unable to do anything even after knowing everything?
I looked at Revisa, then I looked down at the gorgeous blonde, whose tanned fingers were still resting on my zipper, waiting for a green light to literally unravel my virtue.
They were beautiful. They were eager. They were bound to be fun for the night.
…They were also boring me to tears.
Ah, I thought with a wave of profound, pathetic realization crashing over me. I’ve eaten the fae’s food.