Yera glaced at Marcus with a slight twitch in her eyes. That was unexpected.
'I... it's not like I haven't done it before. ' She thought and looked at Marcus's hopeful eyes.
She walked to Marcus, held his collar and gave him a fiery kiss, exploring his mouth with her small tongue with experience and technique, leaving him stunned.
She wrapped her fingers around his throat gently and angled her head further deepening the kiss between them. A few moments later she let go, a string of saliva connecting her lips with his. Then she gave him a last peck.
The butler however, was stunned at this development. Did.. did this missy actually snag his Master with her deceitful lies? Why were they kissing as if they had done this endless times?? Was the Master not telling him anything these days!?
He needed to tell Master Aurelius about this...and he definitely wouldn't like it.
Yera didn't care about what Marcus or the butler was thinking, she just wanted to go home a get some rest. Something she hadn't gotten in a very... very long time.
Marcus stood in a daze and lightly touched his red lips. Yera had kissed him. She had actually KISSED him!!
His drunkeness evaporated to nothingness from the kiss as he stared at the car driving off. Before she left she had said.,
"Lose the tick that sucking on your blood, it might cost you in the future, Marcus."
Tick? Marcus patted his head-hair to be more specific,a little confused. Did he have a tick that he didn't know about?
He the looked at the butler beside him, whom Yera had glaced at when she said so.
"Hm." He lightly hummed as he staggered towards his mansion before inelegantly tripping on air and falling down.
Marcus lifted his slightly dusty hands and covered his face..
..before sobbing messily like a baby.
Still drunk.
Butler,:.. Er... Master??
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Yera let out a breath as she sneaked into her room through the window.
According to her memory, she had sneaked out of the house to meet with Marcus so she had to do the same to get back inside, after all, her guardians would definately use her little outing as a weapon to smash her to smithereens.
Yera took a shower and stared at her body that was littered with scars as she scrubbed her body. These were all from everything she had gone through during the lives she had to live.
Training... Torture..
What she was curious about was that her body was still the same as it had been through those years . Though the advantage was that her body was adapted to everything she had made it go through and it didn't reset back to her weak one.
She grabbed a towel, wiped herself clean and wore some underwear and a shirt before setting her bed to sleep.
She left her things as they were even through she had doubts that the next day they would just reset and go back to their previous arranged positions.
Staring at the ceiling, she recounted and recalled each and every thing she had done back before she had started her adventures and how it affected her and the people around her. Her photographic memory helped a lot as this was a habit she had picked up as time went by. It was something she did to calm her mind.
Yera closed her eyes as a tear slipped from the corner of her eyes,a small, barely noticeable smile gracing her fine plum lips.
... Finally, she was back.
As she drifted off to sleep, only the darkness and Yera witnessed the golden light around her body and a glowing pale blue panel that showed,
' You have successfully integrated back to your original world. Congratulations, host Yera, it has been a long and beautiful journey with you. May you use your knowledge to finally change your world and ...your destiny. '
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Immediately the clock struck six o'clock, Yera's eyes flew open. It was a mechanism of her body after adapting to it thousands of times. She yawned and looked around, ready to start a new beginning.
Yera wasn' really shocked when she found her room in the way she left it last night. After the systems slightly poetic words last night , the last bits of doubts in her had dissappeared.
Wait.
This... this meant that..
Yera quickly grabbed her phone with shaking hands and checked the year, date and time even though she knew it already.
'1st *****, 5***5'
'6:01.a.m.'
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The four men in the living room who were discussing quieted down as they heard the pitter patter of footsteps from afar.
Almost hyperventilating, Yera stumbled into the living room in her thin silk clothes which was barely covering her body. Her eyes went wide with shock and she could physically feel her heart pumping blood through her body. Her body was visibly shaking and as she stared at the men, a black haired and black eyed man to be specific, her eyes widened further in emotion. Disbelief.
Lifting up her shaky hand, Yera covered her parted mouth and muttered,"..Axel..?"
Frowns graced the face of the men as they looked at the beautiful lady shaking and looking as if she was seeing ghosts.
Axel stood up abruptly and strode towards Yera, biting the leather gloves off of his hands. Yera too wasted no time walking -no she practically flew towards him, crashing against him and hugging the life out of the man.
Axel was shocked at her frantic behavior but hugged her back quickly. However his body became stiff upon witnessing the scars on her back,shoulders and chest as her huge shirt barely covered her.
Where...where the fuck did she get those damned scars!?No,.. who the fuck did that!?
He had only been gone for a fucking year yet...
Axel's jaw ticked and his eyes turned a shade darker, a storm brewing in them as he ground his molars together in fury but suppressed it in favor of comforting and stroking the back of the woman he embraced. He was quite concerned at her behavior, she was clawing at his back in attempts to pull him closer as if she wanted to merge their bodies together, he could literally feel the heat of her skin,her breasts, her shaking self- everything. Her eyes had turned red and held tears yet none fell.
Yera buried her face into his muscular chest and felt great emotions on feeling the strong arms around her, stroking and caressing her skin gently. The strong sound of his beating heart assured her that she wasn't dreaming at all and that he was as real as day.
They just stood there amid the grave silence of the house hugging and squeezing each other. Though no words were spoken, one could feel the gravity of the emotions lingering in the air.
Yera, being the tough woman she was, composed herself in under five minutes and slowly pulled away from the hug reluctantly though she kept her hand on his jacket , gripping it till her knuckles were white.
Axel looked at her, concerned and asked," Are you okay now?" His hands were still wrapped around her.
"Yes." She spoke curtly and honestly.
Glancing aside, she looked at the other three men and she stepped back unknowingly giving them a full view of her... her almost naked self