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When the Emperor was defeated by a young man named Amon.
He touched his forehead and spoke, "Receive our gift, emperor, Enjoy."
He moves around the room, takes a mirror, and places it in front of the Emperor's face.
"Let's change your appearance a little bit," he muttered as he saw the average face of a commoner in front of the mirror.
He drags him by the foot and opens another realm with a dark room. The chief priest was left completely unconscious in the other realm. Evan wanted to fight back but his paralyzed body wouldn't allow him to.
With Amon's thin arms, he throws him to the ground. Then, properly fix him and place him seated like a doll on the bed.
"Seat back and relax. Your present is arriving," he stated.
He tapped his forehead and Evan felt a little sting that was followed by a headache after. The portal closed and Amon left with the vanishing door.
Evan's body temperature is increasing and he feels like he is about to lose his mind. Amon did something to him. A few seconds more, the door blasts open. There is a woman who came rushing looking for him.
His body was still paralyzed. He was not able to resist when she wrapped her hands around him and pushed her body towards his frame.
"Don't come closer," he muttered but his body was too frail to speak audible for now.
She touched his face. "I was looking all over for you! I'm so sorry." She took both of his hands and stuck them to her cheeks. "Oh, I missed you so much," she muttered while shedding her tears. "I'm so glad I found you. I don't know what I will do if you're gone," she kissed his hand.
Meanwhile, Evan was pulling all his concentration and self-control together. The paralyzed sensation is slowly diminishing.
When Amon tapped his forehead, it was a sting of aphrodisiac to him, and as the effect aggravated, his paralyzed body would be released simultaneously. He will be able to move. In the most dangerous situation possible.
How dare he give him a prostitute but is she a prostitute? A commoner? She seems to be looking for someone.
She keeps on uttering another man's name.
He received a slap. "You are a good person; I know you are; I know you always have a reason why you did those things. I am trying to understand as much as I can; I believe in you. So, now please don't ever do that again. You keep on protecting me and carrying everything alone. It was not your fault. So, please live for me. I don't know how to live without you," she stated, crying and pleading with him so much.
But it is not him. Poor innocent woman, he hated the idea that he was getting played at by Amon and he hated how he was not able to fight back.
"I love you," she said in the most vulnerable state he could be and the most devastated feeling he could feel while seated in front of him. From there, sensations are immersed from somewhere. Warmth, longingness, yearning, comfort, ease, peace, delight, joy.
He lost it; he wants it. This woman is not helping him but making him more excited. When he finally can move completely, he starts to kiss her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as she leaned closer to him. His face twitched a little. '#&$<' he cussed in his head. His hands moved at her body. She tried to pull back, thinking it was just a simple gesture, but he did not allow her to detach herself from the kiss.
She followed him rhythmically.
She pulled away again and snuggled against his chest. She was holding back, but that was not what the emperor wanted right now.
He doesn't want to stop; he wants to proceed.
"Stop crying," he muttered, commanding her gently.
This is probably the first time that he'll say this again; the last time was when he was a little kid. In a different kind of reason in a more serious situation.
"Forgive me," he stated as he flipped her over.
He continues to kiss her mouth, face, neck, and even down to her body, removing her clothes.
Is it the sensation of the aphrodisiac? Indeed.
Every movement and action depicted emotions. It was a wonderful play in which the rhythm and balance that he had never known before fit perfectly in divine harmony.
As he inhales, he can smell her scent, her hair, her neck, and her body. He was surprisingly delighted with the pheromones.
Very pleasant and inviting. Delightful and arousing.
A moment to share and prey to devoir.
The softness of her skin gives him so much thrill that it hypes him up.
The indulgence.
He searches every part like he wants to bite and devour her whole.
The response she is giving, the pant, groan, and moan that she is making.
'She must have loved that man so much,' he thought.
He wanted to cover her mouth every time she called another man's name.
He can't tell her that it was not him either. Especially when he is baring the face of the man she loves. It will ruin the mood. This is what he needs right now. This is what he wants right now.
'That's not me,' he thought but he never let the words out of his mouth. Why? He doesn't want to stop.
He tasted it longer. He lets himself inside like he is diving in the ocean and wants to fathom the sea.
She reached for his face; she's crying again,' he thought.
'Is she hurting?' he thought.
He pulls him closer for a kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck, calling him by another name.
She is another man's wife, 'Stup*d' he thought.
But then he repeats the mistake again and again, up until it is all done and there's no point of return.
He held her body as much as he wanted until the effects of the drug disappeared.
Her eyes were depicted as the depths of a wonderful soul. Very into him, to the identity that he borrowed.
Let him be that guy just for tonight. Just for physical pleasure, not emotional attachment.
"Leon," she muttered.
Until she fainted, she dared to mention that man's name again.
'Who is Leon?'
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The young lady watches in the distance as the current takes away the fallen emperor.
"Hey, good job," she smiled as she welcomed Amon back.
"At least he can alter the incoming destruction of their world," she muttered.
The young man lies down to take a rest.
"Are you sure you hit the right card?" he asked.
"Trust me, will ya? I'm professional," she remarked.
He chuckled. "Okay, great guardian Elixir," he stated and done.